But ...

"I still think it's too expensive."The boss jerked his face and said.

Little Ten Temple: "It's not expensive."

Mr. Huang Σ (°△°|||)!

He knew that the big lady who was tugging at the cool gang said no, if she said one, and others said two, then that person would not want to live.But even if the big lady said a lot, mighty, he can't say against his heart that he can set the price of people so much according to the words of the big lady, they come here to auction the big people, he can't always be angry with other big people because of a tug of cool help Miss and irritate other big people?

“Although this man is beautiful, what are his distinctive characteristics that make people think he is worth the starting price of 10 million?”The boss asked.

Little Ten Temple: "He's a zombie."

The boss (O_o)!

The little Ten Temple turned its head and said to the general, "Hey, show your tuskers and examine the goods to the boss of Huang."

“All right.”The courtiers opened their mouths to reveal a neat row of teeth, four of which were thin and sharp, only a little protruding from the canine teeth of ordinary people, and did not look threatening enough.

So . .

“Is that a zombie?There is no difference between ordinary people and ordinary people.”Boss Huang's face, are you kidding me?

The Ten Temples: “...”

The courtier closed his mouth and smiled: "This is called the delicate pocket, if it is true and the TV show is like, the four tusks are screaming, I can't close my mouth, and I will keep drooling, so how much affects my beauty?" 」

Boss Huang: “But that’s all, you make me believe that this is a zombie?”

The Ten Temples said to the generals, "Hey, zombies, you prove your identity."

He said: “How can I prove it?”

Little Ten Temple: "Are not zombies all sucking blood?"You go and suck his blood so he'll believe you're a zombie."

The general looked at the boss Huang, the Mediterranean (bald head), the forty-year-old man, the ugly, the beer belly... he immediately turned his head to the little Ten Temple and said, "You can't eat."

The boss!

“But if it were you...” The courtier licked his mouth and punched the idea of the little ten halls again.

Whenever he wants to hunt, he will exude a fascination with the prey and lure the prey to lose his mind, so that he can speak well.

He slowly approached the little ten halls, the ten halls were captured by his charm, their eyes stared at him and could not open their eyes, the small body trembled slightly, she wanted to escape, but she could not escape...

He put his courtiers around the neck of the ten halls and opened his mouth...

Chew.

When he was late, the little Ten Temple reached out and put an iron rod into the mouth of the courtier, clawed the subject, and bit the iron rod.

The General: “...”

Little Ten Temple turned his head, has returned to a normal expression, she said to boss Huang: "You see, he is really a zombie?"How can a common man’s teeth bite an iron rod?”

The boss!

And the general was very upset ah, he also thought he could taste fresh and sweet blood, but he did not expect to bite a piece of iron!

He meows!

He turned his head and choked out the iron scum in his mouth.

"The real zombies are not in."The little ten halls took out the knife, poked the generals, and the knife was bent, and the subject's face was expressionless, not painful;

She took out the gun... Oh no, I had to wear a guard first, the little ten halls held a gun in one hand, a shield in the other, a gun to go up, the bullet rebounded, the skin of the courtiers can be said to be better than a hundred pieces of body armor.

“Believe it, huh?”The little Ten Temple said to the boss Huang.

Boss Huang: “Is it really a zombie?”

The subject nodded.

Huang boss Σ (°△°||||||||||||||||||), but why do zombies sell themselves?Are you short of money?”

The General: “There is no shortage.”

Huang Boss Σ (°°°°||||): “Then why do you sell it?”

The courtier licked his lips and said, “Because I can’t drink watermelon juice...”

Huang boss: "Watermelon juice in the street casually can buy things, is it more than ten million?"If you really want to drink watermelon juice, just buy it yourself, why sell yourself for 10 million?”

General (=-=): "Because I want to find someone who will feed me watermelon juice for the rest of my life."

Is it better to be a zombie who is being kept by yourself than buying watermelon juice?As long as he is thirsty, as soon as he opens his eyes, the person will automatically help him to continue with fresh watermelon juice... wow, how happy that day is!

At the time, he was such a happy zombie.

But now I don't know how to get hairy, he and the ten halls have met more than a day, and the little ten halls have not given him a cup of watermelon juice!

This is too much, make him angry, and want to sell!

He’s looking for someone else who wants to give him watermelon juice!

The boss is now certain of one thing...

To sell the zombies of the big lady - crazy;

Zombies selling themselves for watermelon juice – neurosis.

Both are crazy, but the only good thing is that this zombie looks really good, in this world, no one has ever seen a real zombie, perhaps, guests will because of "zombies", "beautiful man" this factor, regardless of the money to shoot it?

Boss Huang thought so, watching the eyes of the courtier from two peach hearts to two golden money patterns!

Boss Huang mouthed to ask the general: "Before selling, I need to know some of your details, the more detailed the better."

The subject (=-=): "Ask."

Boss Huang ($v$): “How old are you this year?”

General (=-=): "I don't remember in detail, anyway, I'm more than 9,000 years old."

Mr. Huang ($v$): “Wow!”

The little temple was surprised: “So old?”

General (=-=): "Older than you, you live hundreds of thousands of years old, I am in front of you is the real little ass..."

The Ten Temples: “?”

The general sighed: "Don't say."

And boss Huang has automatically converted the age of the subject into money... there is another word (million) (million) ($ v$) behind the number: 9000-year-old zombies... 9,000 years ago is Huang Di or Yan Emperor... Ah, my history is not closed!"

As a qualified history teacher, the director of Huang pointed out (=-=): "9000 years ago, there was no Yellow Emperor and no Yan Emperor, let alone Yue, it is primitive society."

Boss Huang ($v$): "Anyway, add ten thousand words after age!"Zombies, what are your advantages besides age?Can someone want to buy you?”

General (=-=): "Good to feed, I will be vegetarian, give me a cup of watermelon juice every day.""

Boss Huang ($ v$): “Only this is the pursuit of your life?”