There are little zombies at home

After asking Zhong Jing's reason for coming, Ji Shang hastily waved his hands. "Go back, don't take my idea of ​​Taoism at every turn."

The little zombie had already rushed to Zhong Jing's side, and obviously elbowed his man to help him: "Is it really not possible?"

"Shut up!" Ji Shang glared at him, "You know how to help him!"

Ji Shang's tone was so fierce that the little zombie shrank his head back.

"But, master, what you told me before is that you want me to learn Taoism, so that I can watch Fugui in the end?" Zhong Jing tilted his head in puzzlement, as expected, he might have misunderstood it.

"I didn't mean that." Ji Shang rolled his eyes helplessly, and pulled out a few more yellow talismans, "Forget it, I'll give you a few more yellow talismans."

Different from the last time, after Ji Shang laid out the talisman paper, he decisively bit his finger and drew a talisman on the yellow paper with his blood.

"Master is really willing to draw a blood talisman." Ah Hai walked slowly from upstairs, shaking his head and sighing, "After all, the master restrained five ghosts with only one blood talisman back then."

"You take the blood talisman." Ji Shang continued A Hai's words: "If Fugui is illuminated by the moonlight again and turns into a dead body, the blood talisman can not only seal him for a week, but also has an effect no matter where it is pasted."

Zhong Jing took the yellow talisman seriously, looked through it carefully a few times, and then carefully put it back in his pocket.

"Thank you, Master, I will take good care of him in the future." Zhong Jing stretched out his hand to touch the little zombie's head, seeing his haggard face, he still felt a little distressed.

"Thank you, master!" The little zombie also rolled his eyes at Ji Shang, and his two little canine teeth were shining brightly.

Ji Shang snorted coldly, turned his face away, and didn't look at him at all, thinking that I was so kind to you, but you only saw Zhong Jing in the end!

Seeing Jishang's appearance, the little zombie also bit his lower lip, not knowing how to coax him well, so he could only look to A Hai for help.

Ah Hai sighed, pointed to the small jars he had brought at the door, and changed the subject: "Master, don't be sullen! Look, Daoshan's mother specially asked me to bring you some jars of rice wine. Said to be the taste of childhood, very mellow."

"Don't think that a few pots of wine can please me, it's normal for my sister to bring me wine!" Ji Shang hugged the spy like a baby and sniffed, still speaking stiffly, "Monks...well, don't drink!"

Seeing that he had already begun to study rice wine, Ah Hai finally raised his eyebrows at the little zombie in relief.

They sat at Jishang's house for a while, seeing that it was getting dark, Ah Hai was the first to stand up, and said to Zhong Jing and the little zombie: "Go back, let's take a ride, we just happened to carpool."

"Okay!" The little zombie nodded, turned around and said goodbye to Ji Shang, then dragged Zhong Jing to follow Ah Hai.

Zhong Jing hadn't reacted yet, until Ah Hai fluently told the driver their home address, he couldn't help being curious. "Brother, how do you know where our family lives?"

"I'm your black fan." Ah Hai replied with a seemingly irrelevant sentence, and then added: "I even sent you a courier."

and many more.

Zhong Jing "giggled" in his heart, and when he looked at Ah Hai again, his eyes were full of doubts, "Why did you send him to me?"

"I sympathize with him." Ah Hai chuckled, and glanced at the confused little zombie, "How pitiful he is as a wandering soul who lost his soul."

"Lost soul?" Zhong Jing asked.

"I'm home now." Ah Hai didn't continue to answer, just pulled over the driver, opened the door and walked out, "If you have any questions, ask me next time."

The driver didn't stop for too long, and Zhong Jing had no choice but to swallow all the questions that came to his lips, and turned to look at the little zombie who had been opening his mouth slightly.

"Do you know that you were sent to me by your senior brother?" Zhong Jing pinched his face, seeing his eyebrows wrinkled into a ball, he probably guessed his answer.

"Wow!" The little zombie sighed, "Brother Ah Hai is really a good person."

Zhong Jing couldn't laugh or cry, but suddenly became curious about the life experience of the little zombie, thinking about the day when he had to visit Ah Hai.

After a few days of recuperation, the little zombie's body has also improved, and his blue-gray complexion has gradually returned to its former whiteness and tenderness.

This day, Zhong Jing just walked out of the TV station after work, took out his mobile phone and saw that the little zombie sent him a 520 red envelope, he couldn't help being a little confused——

Zhong Jing: What day is it today?Send me a red envelope suddenly?

The cutest little zombie in the world (remarks he changed himself): Ah Jing, today is the half-year anniversary of our official relationship!Don't you humans care about the anniversary the most~

Zhong Jing was stunned for a moment, and counted the days, from the day when he claimed that he was a little zombie boyfriend in the coffee shop to now, half a year has indeed passed in a hurry.

He never remembered these days, but he also felt a little happy because the little zombie valued him, so he simply added an extra dollar and sent a red envelope back.

After a while, the news of the little zombie came again. When I clicked on it, he actually sent another 666 red envelope.

Zhong Jing couldn't help laughing, as if he saw the face of the little zombie who was so eager to win, he was unwilling to admit defeat even if it was a red envelope sent by a lover.

The driver glanced at Zhong Jing, whose smile was full of doting, and asked curiously, "Is there someone you like?"

"Yeah." Zhong Jing admitted generously, "Today is our love anniversary."

Hearing Zhong Jing talking to him, the driver also immediately opened up the chatter box, "What anniversary and Valentine's Day are most important to young people now? I see a shopping mall not far ahead. Would you like to buy him a gift?"

"Gift?" Zhong Jing thought of the pale face of the little zombie recently.Suddenly his eyes lit up, "Thank you, just let me down in front."

So, when Zhong Jing returned home, the little zombie was already waiting at the door with his waist pierced, "Why did you come home from the TV station at nine o'clock?"

Zhong Jing glanced at the clock obediently, he didn't want him to stay in the mall for so long, and it was past eleven o'clock when he came back.

"A gift I bought for you." Zhong Jing lowered his head to meet the puffy cheeks of the little zombie, touched his finger lightly and heard the sound of the little zombie's air leaking, and immediately laughed out loud.

"Gift?" The little zombie grabbed the exquisite little paper bag in Zhong Jing's hand in surprise, jumped to the sofa and sat down to open it, but he saw the contents in the bag but was a little inexplicable.

"Ah Jing, why did you give me blush?" The little zombie realized it for the first time, and he was in a complicated mood. Holding the stack of blush bought by Zhong Jing, he didn't know how to evaluate it for a long time.

"You haven't looked good lately, I think blush should be very suitable for you." Zhong Jing touched his head, knowing that it was something for girls, but when he thought of putting blush on the white cheeks of the little zombie, he still looked forward to it. "Hmm..." The little zombie hesitated for a moment, then asked him in a low voice, "So I'm your... yellow-faced man?"

"What are you thinking about?" Zhong Jing pushed him, wondering what kind of brain circuit was going on in this zombie's head.

The little zombie shook his head and did not answer. He put the blushes back into the packaging bag one by one, and trotted back to the room to look through things.

"What are you looking for?" Zhong Jing followed him, leaning on the door frame with his arms folded and asked intentionally, but he was sure in his heart that the little zombie also prepared a gift for himself.

"I..." The little zombie squatted next to the closet, struggled for a while before saying: "Ah Jing, I broke the washing machine, so the dirty clothes are left until now."

Five minutes later, Zhong Jingbaoruo stood with a pile of dirty clothes at the door of the bathroom, and looked back at the little zombie without giving up, "Did you really not prepare a gift for me?"

The little zombie shrugged regretfully, "I, I forgot!"

It was early morning after washing the clothes. When Zhong Jing returned to his room, he saw the little zombie sitting on the bedside playing with his mobile phone waiting for him. Suddenly he had a thought and went straight to close the curtains.

"No presents, right?" Zhong Jing pulled out the little zombie's cell phone and forced him to look up into his own eyes.

"Ang~" The little zombie nodded slightly guilty.

"If there is no gift, then let's pay with flesh." Zhong Jing pulled the quilt over and pressed the little zombie under him.

The warm yellow light was still on in the bedroom, and there were intermittent conversations in the quiet bed——

"Ah Jing, don't do this. It's so uncomfortable!"

……

"Ah Jing, um~ I want it here too!"

……

"Ah Jing, don't go to sleep so soon~"

……

Therefore, no matter how strong a person is, they will still be exhausted when facing zombies, let alone Zhong Jing is not strong at all.

It has been two weeks since I saw Ah Hai last time, Zhong Jing was busy with work and taking care of the little zombie, so naturally he had no other thoughts about the little zombie's life experience, unexpectedly Ah Hai took the initiative to find him.

In the coffee shop opposite the company, Zhong Jing only ordered a glass of soda water, looked at Shanghai A Hai with deep eyes, and opened his mouth. "You said last time that he lost his soul, could it be because of me?" Otherwise, he really didn't understand why Ah Hai sent him the little zombie.

"Before Fugui found his own body, he was a wandering soul just like us." Ahhai paused, and continued: "He, a road idiot, found the wrong body. I thought I found the right home, but I didn’t expect to be thrown out because of excessive intake of the little master’s yang energy, and was finally picked up by the master back home.”

After listening to Ah Hai's words, Zhong Jing finally remembered the whole thing.

When he was a child, he had a doll he liked very much. Because his parents were away for a long time, he could only talk to the doll, and he seemed to be able to hear the doll's response over time.

It turned out that it was not his illusion, but that there were little zombies living in the doll.

"Master's movements are too fast." Zhong Jing said with emotion: "I went to several garbage stations nearby but failed to find the doll. Fortunately, he found me first."

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