As if to show off itself in front of its owner, the artificial clay made another move of flexing its biceps forward, then jumped out of the window and turned into a small plane in the sky.
The plane is small and very cute, just like the ones used in parks and amusement parks for children under 10 years old.
It has two rows of seats at the front and rear, which can seat four people. If you have more lap seats, you can squeeze in a few more.
Jiu Yuanzi looked at the small plane in shock, feeling only happy in her heart. She thought of the small rickety plane she saw in front of a supermarket on the roadside when she and Gong Yangyan were on the street.
A little baby with a pacifier in its mouth was sitting in a small airplane rocking it. While rocking the little airplane, it was still singing: Daddy's father is called grandpa, and daddy's mother is called grandma...
Fortunately, this small plane is larger, at least the kind that elementary school students can ride on.
The artificial clay spun around in the air and stopped at the window, waiting for Jiu Motoko to sit on it.
Jiu Yuanzi looked back at the others. He didn't know if they wanted to sit down for such a shameful thing.
Unexpectedly, Gong Yangyan rushed over immediately and said excitedly: "A small plane, a small plane. I want to take a small plane, not a tricycle."
The Zombie Queen looked at Ning Zhi and started speaking in that tone again, "Ling is sick and needs to take a small plane to cheer up."
Ning Zhi was worthy of being the CEO. He had experienced countless big events and life and death experiences. He said very calmly: "Let's go, let's take a plane."
Jiu Yuanzi pursed her lips and bit her lip, and finally nodded heavily, "Okay, let's take a plane."
Dr. Mei didn't want to fly on a small plane, and of course no one wanted to ask him to sit with him. He huddled in the corner and waited for them to get out early, so that he could adapt to the changes of the times and evolve into a zombie director.
The four of them got on the small plane. Jiu Yuanzi and Gong Yangyan, who was fussing around excitedly, sat in the front row, while Mr. Ning and his little zombie sat in the back.
Mr. Ning's legs were a bit long and it was a bit uncomfortable to hold them back, but he did not complain. Instead, he turned his head to avoid the crowd and glanced behind him.
He was holding back a laugh.
"Sister Jiu, it's a small plane. It's a pity that it's not painted in color, otherwise it would be so cute." Gong Yangyan was just like a child who lacked love and had too much tutoring and no time to play in the park. She kept touching the small plane excitedly.
If she hadn't been unable to defeat Jiu Motoko, she felt like she would have killed Jiu Motoko with a chainsaw and snatched away the clay.
Ling Xiaosheng finally got out of Mr. Ning's arms, but still hugged him tightly with both hands. He tilted his head and said innocently and cutely: "Ling got on the small plane and his illness is much better."
Jiu Motoko put her elbows on her knees and held her head in her palms, thinking for several seconds. She raised her head amidst the abnormality of the plane and said seriously: "Let me give you a name. From today on, you will Call me fake brother."
"..." The other three people on the plane suddenly became quiet, and the atmosphere was strangely peaceful.
Jiu Yuanzi ignored them. These three guys were not normal anyway. Gong Yangyan was already crazy when she saw the small plane.
Is there any problem with calling a spiritual object fake brother?
It is made of human clay (fake), and it makes majestic movements all day long. It looks like a male at first glance. It is perfect to call him fake brother.
The little plane turned around in a circle, seeming very satisfied with the name.
Jiu Motoko was about to find a direction with a mountain and let the fake brother fly there and hide. Now he was not going to make all the players and the special service team his enemies, but to survive until the end of time. Of course, he had to focus on escaping.
Living an ignoble existence is also a way of survival. Survival is not a shabby life.
Suddenly she felt a lot of spiritual power fluctuations, coming here. They had been delayed here for too long, and the players had already come to check.
If everyone hadn't had a map and not everyone could fly, someone would have been here long ago.
Jiu Yuanzi pointed in a direction where he didn't feel the fluctuation of spiritual power, and said: "Brother Fake, fly that way."
There was not even a sound of starting. Brother Pseudo's small plane suddenly accelerated and flew rapidly in the direction she pointed.
Spiritual objects that are not refined by outsiders are good. They can use the spiritual energy in the dojo to glide through the air as smoothly as silk, shuttle through buildings, and fly all the way out of the city.
The small plane is too conspicuous. As long as you are not blind, you will have to take a few glances when you see such a thing flying in the sky.
Soon, two assembled off-road vehicles were chasing after them on the ground.
I don’t know what kind of player is here, but seeing that the car is as ferocious as a wasteland and full of spikes, and there are several assembled zombie shells hanging on it, I know that it was spent time in the dojo.
It takes a lot of leisure and a sense of immersion before you can come up with something like this.
But when I was running rampant on the road, it felt particularly good. The cars blocking the road were knocked out of the way, and the zombies were directly strung up in front of me.
Not to mention how many trophies can be picked up, but in terms of pleasure, it has reached its peak.
The fake brother's small plane didn't drive along the road. When it found a car following it, it turned a corner and jumped to the top of other streets. When the driving player found them, it changed blocks.
Before the special service team came, Jiu Motoko asked: "Now let's get down to business, Ling Xiaosheng, how can you survive until the end of the dojo?"
This is not an ignorant ordinary NPC. She is also the ultimate BOSS. She is the boss in this world and must have some ability.
You don't think that just by relying on these three rookies, you can escape from the dojo and the players. If such a thing really happened, it would definitely be the worst kind of movie.
But thinking about the heroine she accidentally watched yesterday, wearing high heels and escaping from a giant beast, a kind of Tyrannosaurus rex, in a straight line, she hesitated a little.
Ling Xiaosheng said confidently: "There is no way, I can't walk without a handsome guy to hold me, what can I do?"
"Trash." Jiu Yuanzi finally revealed the truth.
Then she glanced at Gong Yangyan. This guy had lost his mind. All he could think about was small airplanes. He was sitting there happily smiling like a fool.
As for Ning Zhi, this guy is now a rich nanny.
Jiu Yuanzi sighed, and finally took on everything by himself.
She asked: "Aren't you the queen of zombies? Control the zombies and block the people who come to attack us. Anyway, the whole city has become zombies, there is no one left alive, and they are all dead long ago. It might as well be used as waste. "
Ling Xiaosheng blinked and looked at her, pursed his lips, and said a little shyly: "This is not a normal mission plot, my abilities are restricted."
"Please show some ability, don't look so incompetent and worthless, okay? He is the ultimate BOSS after all. You will embarrass your former boss Nuwa." Jiu Yuanzi said speechlessly.
When Nuwa was mentioned, Ling Xiaosheng suddenly frowned and became a little unhappy.
She endured it and finally said the truth, "It's so useless, you four losers."
Jiu Motoko didn't know whether the fourth waste she was talking about was Ling Xiaosheng himself or the fake brother. She is still sitting on the back of the fake brother. It is too much to say that she is a waste. The one she wants to talk about is herself.
Ling Xiaosheng looked up at Ning Zhi and said reluctantly: "Forget it, I'll teach you the corpse control technique first. I originally wanted to decide to teach you based on my mood."
Is it this kind of magic?
Mr. Ning asked sincerely: "Are there any more advanced spells?"
"No!" Ling Xiaosheng suddenly screamed and bit Ning Zhi's arm.
Jiu Yuanzi was startled when she felt something like the original sensation in Ling Xiaosheng's mouth, and it was sent into Ning Zhi's arm, so she did not make a move.
But is this really good?
Jiu Yuanzi looked at Ning Zhi who was surprised but held back his hand and couldn't help but said: "Mr. Ning, you are now four in one."
