After the rebirth of the world-weary zombie emperor, he was kissed and cried every day

"boom!"

"Ho ho ho."

Song Ci stood by the window and looked outside. In the gloomy forest, lights of different supernatural powers were flashing, and two groups of zombies with slightly different appearances were fighting frantically.

They were agile and their powerful strength allowed them to easily tear each other's bodies apart, causing blood to splatter everywhere.

The roars and growls of zombies echoed in the air, flesh and blood flew everywhere, broken limbs and debris were scattered all over the ground, the forest was filled with a strong smell of death, the fire gradually spread, the flames licked the tree trunks, burned the branches and leaves to ashes, and thick smoke billowed, covering the sky.

But none of these affected Su Qian'an. He leaned lazily on Ye Han's office chair, put on his mask again, turned the photo frame in his hand, and looked forward with a faint expression, as if he was in a daze.

There was no need to go out to check to know the situation outside. Most likely, the zombies in the villa had arrived.

Song Ci saw a familiar figure holding a child walking towards their research institute, and turned to look at Su Qian'an.

"Your Highness, Sui Yi and the others have brought Ji Xi here as well."

Su Qian paused, clicked his tongue lightly, nodded to indicate that he understood, put the photo frame into his backpack, stood up and walked outside with an expressionless face.

"Your Highness, what should we do with them?"

Su Qian'an stopped and turned his head to look past Song Ci at Lu Huaishan lying on the camp bed.

Scenes of his amnesia emerged in his mind, and those memories that Su Qian'an had just deliberately avoided came flooding back to him like a tide.

Finally, I stopped at the cold sink, and my ears were filled with low, seductive voices, rapid breathing, scorching heat, an uncomfortable pleasure, and a dull pain between my legs.

Thinking of this, the indifference in Su Qian'an's eyes began to ripple, the tips of his ears inside his hat turned slightly red, and there was a hint of annoyance in his voice.

"Don't care if he lives or dies, don't mention him in front of me anymore."

After saying that, he turned and left, but compared to his previous calm and composed pace, his pace obviously quickened, becoming hurried and flustered.

Song Ci followed behind him and replied, "Okay, Your Highness."

There was an obvious smile in his voice, but fortunately Su Qian had no time to care about these things now.

On the other side, 009 watched the crazy changes, and finally stopped at a favorability level of 50. He paused from licking the fur, and jumped back and forth on the black panther's back with joy. After calming down, he quickly contacted Su Qian'an to find out the situation.

[An An, what are you doing? What happened...]

【roll! 】

He was interrupted before he could finish his words. When 009 tried to contact Su Qian, he could only see the system prompt:

You have been blocked by the host.

009:! ! ?

After Su Qian'an blocked the system, he suddenly stopped at the door, as if he remembered something, and turned to walk in front of Lu Huaishan.

Song Ci thought he had changed his mind, and followed him, looking at the wind blade that Lu Huaishan had created with his supernatural power above him in surprise, "Your Highness?"

When he thought Su Qian'an would kill Lu Huaishan, he saw him cut his palm with the wind blade and skillfully removed Lu Huaishan's chin. The bright red blood flowed from his palm into Lu Huaishan's mouth.

After figuring out what he was doing, Song Ci sighed, took out a piece of paper from his pocket, and wiped the tears from Su Qian'an's face.

"Your Highness..."

Su Qian'an turned his head to avoid his hand, took back Lu Huaishan's chin, and looked at him with a frown, eyes closed and a painful expression.

She covered his mouth to prevent him from spitting out the blood. Tears were streaming down her face, but there was no emotion in her eyes. The shame and anger she had just felt disappeared completely, and her voice was cold.

"I considered it as something I owed him, and now we're even after I pay it back."

When Su Qian'an let go of his hand, the wound on the palm of his hand had healed as before. He took out a bottle of water from the system backpack and washed his hands.

That thing that claims to be a system is not good for anything else, but this backpack is quite useful.

After washing his hands, he took out a piece of paper and a pen from his backpack, wrote two words, cut Lu Huaishan's fingers with the wind blade, and used some blood to press two handprints on the paper.

Song Ci looked at the scribbles on the paper and tried hard to identify what he had written, but couldn't make out.

"Your Highness, what is this?"

Su Qian stuffed the paper into Lu Huaishan's hand and said in a muffled voice without raising his head, "Divorce."

"..."

Song Ci rarely felt choked. He looked at Su Qian'an and opened his mouth, not knowing what to say, and finally fell silent.

Damn humans, what have they taught His Highness?

Song Ci felt that teaching Su Qian'an was urgent. Just as she was about to say that divorce was not like that, she saw him stand up and look at the person on the camp bed, his tone flat and without any ups and downs.

"Lu Huaishan, you said that we should see things through to the end. Now we owe each other nothing."

"..."

Thinking of the mark Su Qian'an left on Lu Huaishan's soul, Song Ci felt that it might be a little difficult to clear the airs between them.

And Your Highness, you are not married.

Ugh.