Chapter 222： The Pet of the Zombie Emperor (28)

Xia Yichu and the Zombie Emperor had decided that they would not murder them again.

But even if you know, I am afraid it will not affect Xia Yichu and Zombie Emperor.

Wang Ye took Xia Yichu and the Zombie Emperor to a three-and-a-half-storey house. According to Wang Ye, the owner of the house became a zombie after the end of the day, so the house was left empty. Has its own room, so this house is generally for those outsiders who pass by.

The zombie emperor held Xia Yichu and walked into a room on the second floor under Wang Xi's eyes.

Because it was said that she still had some sour plums there, Wang Zheng watched the two after they entered the house and left, saying that they would go to Xia Yichu to get the sour plums.

Xia Yichu was held by the Zombie Emperor on the bed, sitting on his back against the pillow, and Xia Yichu looked up at the room.

Although this room is not comparable to the villa of the Zombie King, it is also very clean and tidy.

Except for one bed and two nightstands, the rest of the room had nothing.

And it can be seen that this room should be often cleaned, and there is no stain on the floor tiles.

The bedside table lights yellow, such a room may seem barren and embarrassed before the end, but after the end, it is a warm harbor.

It is easy for people to relax their vigilance and indulge in sleep.

The door was knocked from the outside, and it was impossible for Xia Yichu to sit on the bed to open the door, so the zombies opened it.

The one who knocked on the door was Wang Ye who had just left.

She had a tray in her hand with a box of plums and meals.

The Zombie carried them in, turned and closed the door.

Xia Yichu jumped straight out of bed after looking at what was in his hand.

The tray was simply loaded with two dishes, one for one, and one for another. Xia Yichu looked at the sliced ​​and fried pieces of meat, and the nausea that had just been suppressed just came up again.

Make her eyes red.

The zombie emperor stepped in a footstep, and a flame burst into his hand, burning the tray with the contents in the tray and burning it.

After those things were burned, those ashes remained in his hands. If no one else was there, after the flames disappeared, a stream of water appeared from his hands, washing away all the dirt on his hands.

After cleaning himself, he walked in front of Xia Yichu and reached out to hold Xia Yichu with red eyes in his arms. "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

He spoke bluntly, and returned Xia Yichu's words to him when he came in.

Xia Yichu buried his head deeply in his arms, his eyes were reddish.

As soon as she arrived in the village, she found that there was more or less radon in the eyebrows of these people.

In particular, the three headed by them were even more suffocated.

Perhaps it was the reason she practiced Reiki. Even if she had never lifted this type, she knew that they were abnormal.

When he saw the fragrant meat on the table, Xia Yichu knew what it was.

Before meeting the system, Xia Yichu was just a 22-year-old graduate who had just returned from studying abroad.

When she slashed the zombies before, she could persuade her to adapt to the survival, but in the face of the same kind of flesh, Xia Yichu could no longer control her nausea.

The end of the world is coming, and human nature and morals are lost. Xia Yichu can no longer accept such things.

Xia Yichu nestled in the arms of the Zombie Emperor, reached out and clutched his robe tightly. It took a while before she calmed down her mood.

"Sorry, you have stained your clothes." Xia Yichu broke free from his arms and looked awkward.

"It's okay." The Zombie King tore off the black robe of his body, and burned the black robe with a fire.

Xia Yichu froze and blinked, his eyes fell on him.

"Ink is gone?"

Xia Yichu's red lips slightly opened, looking at the boy standing in front of her.

The man standing in front of her, after taking off her black robe, had nothing on her face, which was not as unsightly as she had imagined before.

Ink embroidery has grown exquisitely and beautifully. Nowadays, except that the skin is paler than ordinary people, nothing else has changed.

He is in the same class as Su Qinghuan and is also the same age as Su Qinghuan.

Now he is only about eighteen years old and has just reached adulthood.

When Mo Emb left school, she didn't like to talk or communicate with anyone, and the teacher never asked him to get up and answer questions.

Everyone said it was because he had autism.

And because of the power of the family behind him, even if he has autism, he will not be bullied in school, but people in the school will walk around after seeing him.

Although Su Qinghuan and him were on the front and back tables, the two had not had the slightest relationship before.

That day, Xia Yichu also forgot this stubble. After watching that the person next to her didn't come to class, he went directly to the ink embers behind him to borrow a pen.

The original owner had a poor memory of Mo Embeli, and Xia Yichu only met with him on two sides.

Except for the time when he borrowed a pen in class, the end of the day came. He sat next to himself and was pulled out of the car and filled with half a cup of spiritual spring water.

However, he did not expect that he still became a zombie, and he also became a zombie emperor.

Thinking of his previous relationship with him, Xia Yichu didn't know what happened, and suddenly felt like he wanted to laugh.

"Um." Mo Embi gave a slight response, sitting by the bed, holding Xia Yichu's hand and sending it to her mouth.

Xia Yichu was startled by his action. He intuitively wanted to take it back, but he couldn't bear the strength of the opponent.

The warm tongue licked her palms, itching.

Xia Yichu's face turned red instantly, with a little shame. She wanted to take back her hand, but she couldn't get rid of it.

"Ink embers, don't be like this, it's too dirty." Xia Yichu's cheeks appeared abnormally, and his heartbeat accelerated a bit.

"No, it's clean." Unlike Xia Yichu's uncomfortableness, Mo Jinyi, who licked her, had a serious face and a cautious look, and those long eyelashes fell down, casting a small shadow.

The door was closed, and the room was not too large. The yellow lights were dim and the two of them were sitting close to each other. They were both sitting on the bed, and he also held her hand and licked his head seriously. Holding her palm.

This picture, no matter how you look at it, has a bit of eroticism, but he can't see the slightest from his face.

Xia Yichu bit her lip and turned her head to the side.

After he let go of his own hand, Xia Yichu remembered that she was just hurt by her own, in fact, there was no need for disinfection at all ...