The female zombies didn't stretch out their hands and claws, but they rushed towards lan Cho Lie with green eyes, like a group of hungry wolves.
"Hubby! Hubby!"
"Human! Mine!!"
"Mine! Mine!"
Most of these zombies couldn't speak a full sentence, unlike the pink zombie guy despite being equally pink-skinned.
Even though they couldn't speak clearly, their action showed that they truly loved lan Cho Lie and wished they could kidnap him to their nest.
lan Cho Lie, who said that he could calm down his fans: ...
He just slapped his own face, right? In front of the hateful artist too.
Aon couldn't even think of blaming lan Cho Lie and just wanted to breathe.
Help! These zombies are all squeezing his face!
The one over there! Get your booba out of the way! The armpit too! Ahhh!
Many people thought that dying in between the twin peaks would be any man's absolute dream, but Aon definitely didn't want to die like this, especially in front of so many audiences and his family mbers.
Even the poor pink-skinned zombie guy was also squeezed to the point of almost fainting from nosebleed.
Aon had no choice but to expand his frying pan and pushed the twin peaks, squeezing his whole body with the frying pan.
"Hello, hello, excuse , let go, yes, yes, don't co closer! My frying pan can smash your fake booba!"
The female zombies around Aon heard what Aon said about fake booba and so of them subconsciously stiffened.
Then, they consciously got away from Aon, afraid that the man would really smash their work of art that the plastic surgeon created painstakingly.
With this threat, Aon successfully left the sea of female zombies and together with Bob, the pink zombie guy, they ran to another building to avoid the rush of female zombies.
Thank God the male zombies weren't here. Else, the jealous male zombies would be enough to tear them to pieces.
Only lan Cho Lie was left alone to deal with his fans.
The man had a gloomy face, but he patiently communicated with his fans while silently leaving the circle of fans.
So of the fans were rational and knew to give him space, but a few were too fanatical and tried to touch him.
The rational fans saw that the younger fans tried to touch their idol, and they imdiately bared their teeth.
"Hisss! Retract...claw....and teeth!"
Don't infect the idol with your virus!
What if the idol beca ugly?
The zombies here didn't have a strong desire to eat human beings or turn human beings into their own race.
If there's anything...they were surprisingly obsessed with handso guys and pretty girls.
As for how they turned into zombies...they got scratched by accidents or drink and eat sothing they shouldn't consu, hehe.
lan Cho Lie saw that so of his fans could restrain the other fans, so he quickened his steps and left the group of female zombies behind, still with a gentle smile on his face.
"Everyone, I have sothing to do. I need to find a few good rag tag clothes. If you find so, you can co to see , how is it?"
lan didn't forget his capitalist nature and tried to get so benefit from his fans.
Well, he would definitely not be using a child labour or sothing, so it's safe.
The female zombies who wanted to chase after lan were collectively stunned for a mont.
Hum? Their idol wanted to find a few good rag tag clothes? How can rag tags be good?
But if it's their idol...even if he wears a sack, he will still be handso!
Thinking about this, a few quick-witted female zombies imdiately rushed out of the group while screaming at lan.
"Idol. Wait...for !"
If she could find what the handso guy wanted, wouldn't she be able to get close to him? By then, she could do this and that...
The other female zombies also realized the opportunity and each of them suddenly burned with passion to help their idol.
"Husband! Wait!"
"We...go..find... clothes!"
"Go! Go! Go!"
In less than a minute, the herd of zombies suddenly disappeared, leaving the dumbfounded lan Cho Lie behind.
He...he really didn't expect that the female zombies would take his words seriously.
You know, he was just joking!
Even Aon and Bob, who were watching this situation, had a sour feeling in their hearts.
Tsk. It's good to be handso. It's good to be popular!
Aon subconsciously tried to find a mirror to look at his face, wondering if his face repair skill had expired, which was why he wasn't popular....
Oh, wait, speaking of the face repair skill...he had not extended the skill yet, right?
He spent three days in the spaceship, so shouldn't his skill expired already?
Before Aon could think about this strange loophole that maybe the author had just rembered, Xing Xing ca to the rescue.
[ow, ow, dad, you're now a second level transcendent person, nya~ Your face repair skill is extended to seven days, nya~]
Oh, that's good. But maybe he still should find a few zombies to praise him? Who knew when he would find a new job so soon.
Thinking about this, Aon looked at Bob and gave him the first job—
"Bob, say that I'm handso."
Bob almost kneeled on the spot.
Boss, you're not interested in , right? I sell my art, not my body!
Aon twitched his lips at Bob's distrustful eyes and urged him with a stab of his elbow.
"C'mon, just say it! I don't an anything strange!"
Under the pressure of his boss, Bob could only bow down to the capitalist and praised Aon against his will.
"Boss, you...are... handso! The... best...in...the...world!"
It was at this ti that lan Cho Lie arrived at their place and his face instantly changed.
He looked at Aon and Bob with scrutinizing eyes.
Yoyoyo, didn't expect to see a confession scene so soon? Between a zombie and a human, both male on top of that!
Aon had a bad feeling and before lan could speak nonsense, he imdiately brought up a new topic.
"Hey, hey, let's discuss the runway the. Do you have any thoughts about the sky the?"
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