The cheering crowd on the motorcycle was pletely shocked, watching the scattered scraps of flesh in the sky. The smarter person quickly buried his head and pulled up everything that could stop it to block the dense drop of flesh and mud.

Fortunately, Lin Er accelerated alone and was not hit by most of the broken meat, but it also pletely turned everyone on the motorcycle off.

Everyone started vomiting, and even Wang Qiang buried his head in disgust again.

Looking at the zombie again, he finally stopped and rubbed his belly. The previously bulging belly had now calmed down a bit. The zombie grabbed the residue at the corner of its mouth with its paw and let out an extremely dissatisfied roar, as if plaining.

Liu Dehuang looked at the big zombie and couldn't help plaining: "Why did the grenade only make it vomit once? Is it a fake product?"

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