Chapter 3097: Godmother depraved version

"Boom boom boom!"

There was a knock on the door, very quickly and irregularly.

"At eight o'clock in the evening, it should not be the landlord at this time." Daisy, who was so quarrelsome, dropped the mop to open the door. She tilted her mouth and said to the women on the sofa: "So it's probably Sophie, she must be It’s here to show us how happy our X life is."

When the door opened, it was not only Sophie, a fat woman in pink pajamas, but also Oleg, who was wearing only a pair of T-shorts. He even wore a chef hat naked.

But their faces did not have any joyful expressions, instead they were full of horror. Sophie's heavy makeup was stained with sweat, and the whole looked like a ghost.

The two stepped into the door. She stood still and made a pose, and then began to walk around, shouting loudly, and took out a handkerchief from her pajamas pocket and waved:

"Close the door, my Polish god, there are monsters! Daisy, you have to help us!"

"Oh." Daisy returned to the sofa and sat down with emptied eyes, and picked up her beer.

This pair of men and women are too depraved, have they started playing drugs?

Seeing that she didn't believe it, a woman who was 1.9 meters tall and weighed 150 kilograms ran up to her at a heavy but flexible pace like an elephant dancing ballet, sitting sideways on the armrest of the sofa, touching it pleasedly. Touching Daisy's shoulder:

"What I said is true, yes, these things on your TV are in our apartment building, right in my house."

"Are you talking about zombies? Sophie, this is just a movie." Caroline handed the fat woman a handful of popcorn and asked her to eat some sweets to calm down: "In reality, these monsters don't exist, and neither It should be in your house."

A large handful of popcorn picked from the sofa was about fifty or sixty. Sophie shot them all into her mouth in a single shot. She looked shocked, chewing the food hard and said:

"The former rich lady couldn’t understand us. I’ll tell you. Not long ago, Oleg and I went to the supermarket to buy lubricants and picked up a person in a black tight leather jacket. That kind of SM lover, do you understand?"

The girls glanced at each other and nodded. The so-called "Leather Monarch", many Americans like that tune, well, Kama Taj's Modu is also this one.

Seeing the girls nodded, Oleg, who walked to the refrigerator, took out a few eggs and a carton of milk from it, skillfully turned on the stove and started spreading pancakes, and at the same time took the conversation. After all, there are some things that make his own woman uncomfortable. Good to speak out.

He said: "So we picked him up and he might have been drinking too much, so we tied him up and prepared to play some... well, that kind of game with him."

"Is this illegal?" Caroline scratched her hair, breaking her fingers and said: "So you found a drunk or unconscious SM lover on the street, so you took him home and prepared to assault him. ?"

"Oh, no, it's not against the law in my hometown."

Sophie shook her head again and again. When she was in Poland, it was normal to pick up a drunk and take it home to play.

"It's true that it's not illegal in Ukraine. Anyway, he won't lose anything, but can leave a good memory." Oleg also nodded in agreement, and turned the pancake over: "He looked like a masochist. , The kind that is dirty and smelly as a whole, I definitely like heavy-tasting gameplay."

"Well, it doesn't make sense to entangle this, then how did you find that he is a zombie?"

Daisy had almost believed it, Oleg would want to cook when he was nervous. This was his habit. Obviously they were really scared.

"I just sat on his leg, and his leg broke, and a lot of maggots emerged. He also asked to eat us." Sophie patted her chest and said with a grim look: "Too abnormal. , Even for me, this kind of gameplay is too abnormal."

"I watched a zombie movie after smuggling into the United States, so I recognized that it was a zombie, so I quickly brought my dear Sophie down to ask you for help."

Oleg's words flowed seamlessly, and his pancakes were out of the pot, almost buttery.

"Why are you looking for me?" The female Thor was a little puzzled.

"We have known your true identity a long time ago, and we can see it every time you take off from the small garden where the horses are raised." Sophie looked at Daisy with a mentally handicapped look.

In order to prevent the glass from breaking, the female Thor changed her clothes at home and then flew away from the backyard, just under the eyelids of the two people living on the second floor.

"What they said is true."

When Daisy wanted to ask what else, Hela dropped the remote control and stood up. Her black dress was transformed into a black and green armor, and her long hair scattered on her shoulders was also coiled up by invisible power. Made into a spider leg with teeth and claws:

"After I came to Earth, I turned off my perception ability. After all, this is New York, and Kama Taj's defense is solid. But I tried it just now, and there really is an aura of undead on top of our heads."

As soon as this was said, the women on the sofa stood up. Amidst the surging light, superheroes appeared one by one, and even Gwensi ran to the bathroom and replaced them. With her pink and white uniform, she was ready to carry a schoolbag of arms.

"Let's go up and take a look." Carol tightened her fingerless gloves, the double star symbol on her chest was gleaming, and she nodded to the dumbfounded Sophie and Oleg: "You stay here and don't move, Koss Mo, protect them."

"Wang!" The big dog scratched his ear with his paw, indicating that it was wrapped around him.

In this way, a group of heroines walked out like wind, they had to go upstairs to see what the living zombies looked like.

In the room, Sophie's gaze fell on Caroline, who was at a loss for what to do, and she blinked her eyes suspiciously:

"Would you not change your body or dress up?"

Just now everyone stood up and Caroline followed, but the light and shadow effects were magical, and she realized that she couldn't seem to be able to do anything.

So facing Sophie’s question, she could only sit back on the sofa and shook her head, showing an awkward and polite smile:

"I'm the ordinary person with a bunch of freak friends, hi, hello, I'm Caroline, hehe..."

"My dear, she seems to be crazy." The chef walked over with the pancake and gave it to his girlfriend to taste.

"Oh, so poor, my Cinderella." Sophie reached Caroline's side, touched her head, and delivered the pancake to her mouth: "Eat, I'll give you a uniform tomorrow. Their clothes are all good-looking. Sophie is the Polish version of the fairy godmother. My man and I will stand by you."

Oleg's eyes suddenly became sharp, and he swallowed: "My dear, what kind of look are you talking about? If it's what I want, I think I can start now!"