King's induction manual

A muscular man, crying like a child, was supposed to be a very provocative scene to tease His Majesty the king's sadistic heart, but because it involved the big lion's beloved Sydney, Jiang Chongli also became anxious.

"Where is the territory mark, hurry up and inherit it!"

Shi Xinhao's face was serious, "Is it something like a will? The earl should be responsible for the funeral."

Appointing the next generation of heirs is a very serious and solemn matter among the nobles. Although the primogeniture system is practiced in most places, ambitious people will never be willing to be bound by the rules and regulations. If the contemporary lord does not explain clearly, several The first-line children, and even the lord's spouse, actually have the possibility of becoming a new generation of lords.

The Viscount of Hunter's Valley wiped away his tears, and after venting his tears, he seemed to have calmed down a lot, "The Earl only has one daughter, Miss Lily, and the Countess loves her very much, so she probably won't compete with her."

Jiang Chongli spread his hands, "But now she's not here."

And, even if it is, so what.

Not to mention the Earl of Sydney at this time, he didn't react at all, he looked like a corpse, and he couldn't speak at all to explain the funeral.

Even if he wasn't a corpse, Jiang Chongli was very, very resistant to watching that girl Pianzi, who plotted against the little lion, become the new lord of Sydney for some reason.

The power of the lord is sacrosanct?

So what is he the king?

Jiang Chongli rolled his eyes, suddenly tugged at the Zombie King, and asked, "Xiao Zang, after Lord Rock Bear's death, did your city shrink? Was it swallowed by the foggy forest?"

The zombie king tilted his head, thinking hard.

Jiang Chongli hurriedly rubbed his head like a dog's leg, and Wang Zhi stroked him free of money to promote the circulation of the zombie king's brain and improve his intelligence.

Zombie King looked at the hanging former lord, and held Jiang Chongli's hand, "I can't tell, you, see for yourself."

Then, he pulled Jiang Chongli over and pressed his forehead against his.

A wonderful and intimate connection was established between the two.

Jiang Chongli closed his eyes, and many images appeared in his mind, which did not belong to him, the past.

……

He couldn't remember how he came to this world. His childhood was a mess, and there were no parents who should be called parents. They naturally existed by his side and guarded his existence.

For the first time, the stability and safety were brought by a pair of big hands, which carried him out of the cold and hunger.

From that moment on, the owner of the big hand occupied his young but whole world.

He likes the master of the big hand, trusts him, is attached to him, even he does not understand, yearns for him, loves him.

However, the owner of the big hand does not only have him as a child.

Beside him, surrounded by countless companions, they were all children like him who were so young that they couldn't speak clearly.

At the beginning, he didn't like his companions, and his companions didn't like him either. He didn't know that the emotions that surged between them, called jealousy, all stemmed from their ignorant and innocent love for the master of the big hand.

However, the feeling of jealousy didn't last long, because the companions gradually disappeared one by one.

None of the companions who were taken away reappeared.

He didn't know what this meant, but the great fear and anxiety gradually occupied his heart.

When it was his turn to be taken away and brought in front of the owner of the big hand, he had no joy at all, but was like a cub trapped in a cage, screaming and struggling desperately.

The owner of the big hand grabbed his neck and tore his pants. His legs were not even as thick as the opponent's forearm. He was too small, how could he be an opponent of a grown man.

The only weapon is his teeth.

He bit down hard, hard, and the man's big warm hands and strong knuckles made a cracking sound in his mouth.

Mouth full of blood.

The man became furious, roared, and kicked him with all his strength, his big feet kept kicking his soft belly with terrifying force.

After a long time, someone came to tidy up his body, and he seemed to hear those people saying that the internal organs were broken and they were already dying.

He stared, unwilling to close his eyes, and he didn't know what he was unwilling to do.

For him, the world has not had time to reveal any beautiful places worth nostalgia, and it is over.

However, even so, he still didn't want to die.

He was carried to the white platform, beside him lay a vaguely familiar little friend, that was the child who was brought to the master of the big hand before him.

It looks a little incomplete.

The people around whispered, as if saying that his body was too damaged, and there were not many intact organs that could be recycled.

They planned to throw him away and destroy him, just like his countless companions before him.

However, he is not dead yet.

"He, he's not dead!"

The people around suddenly burst into screams.

"What's going on, this is impossible!"

"Why, it's all like this, can you still not die?"

"Could it be, did we finally find a precious sample?"

"My God, is the ultimate mystery of life about to be discovered..."

"Quick, quick, report to the lord!"

Then, in the long, long, long years that he could not calculate, his whole world was a cylindrical cultivation tank.

The owner of the big hand always looks at him fascinatedly from the other side of the glass, with greed that he can't understand in his eyes, year after year, day after day.

He didn't know what they researched, what they got from him that was worthy of their ecstasy.

However, this kind of joy is short-lived, he cannot move, cannot communicate with the outside world, but in his heart, he knows that the moment of fate is coming.

Sure enough, that day, the owner of the big hand stumbled and appeared in front of him, trembling all over, and threw himself on his glass culture tank, his whole face was distorted.

"Why, what went wrong, why did this happen, why!"

The big hand was clenched into a firm fist, punch after punch, and kept hitting the culture tank. He was quietly suspended in it, and the liquid around his body was shaking due to the violent external blow.

He opened his eyes slightly, looked at the man outside, and smiled.

Then, imitating men, he also clenched his fist and hit the glass cover, but he was different from him.

With just a light punch, he completely shattered the cage that had imprisoned him for almost his entire life.

The glass shattered, and with the full solution, it exploded like a huge bright crystal flower.

Very pretty.

The man was stunned, knocked to the ground by the huge impact, he didn't seem to appreciate how beautiful the scene just now was.

He came out, stretched his waist, then pinched the man's neck, and slowly lifted him up off the ground, just like what he did to him when he was a child.

At this moment, he realized that the big warm hand in his memory was already very small, and the terrifying thick arms in his memory, as well as the fists and feet that brought him death, were all weak and powerless, not worth mentioning.

He has grown up, so tall, so strong, the man in front of him is so small in comparison.

It turned out that this man was so omnipotent only when facing young children, full of irresistible authority, and possessed life-and-death control over the fate of others.

When he grew up, he realized that this person was so humble and inferior, not worth mentioning.

Can you only act fiercely at children...

He tilted his head and smiled innocently like a child.

Then, he ate the man, taking only a small bite.

Immediately afterwards, he felt that he had become the master of the entire Rock Bear City that was ravaged by the virus.

Everything outside is his world.

……

Jiang Chongli suddenly raised his head and looked at the zombie king in surprise.

The Zombie King also looked at him, a little apprehensive, but also a little fierce, as if Jiang Chongli would bite him if he dared to dislike him after seeing his past.

However, Jiang Chongli's brain circuit is naturally different from normal people.

"Eat it? Why did you eat it? Isn't he still hanging there?" Jiang Chongli said excitedly.

He has already understood that the Zombie King is the lord of the rock bear, and he was not inherited by the previous generation of lords, but he himself, through some means, forcibly seized this identity.

The zombie king looked at the happy young man, pointed to himself, and said cowardly, "I..."

His past...

"Xiao Zang, you did a good job, that's right, that's what you should do!" Jiang Chongli praised the Zombie King vigorously.

"real……?"

"Really." Jiang Chongli nodded with a smile again, but there was a faint fire in his eyes.

He hugged the Zombie King tightly, and buried his face in his arms, preventing him from seeing his eyes that were burning with anger.

The matter has passed, and showing the anger in his heart will only increase the pain. Yanxiong is now in the world of Xiaosang. He only hopes that from now on, the world of Xiaosang will be full of joy, No more filth.

"F-yes, good!" Jiang Chongli gritted his teeth, and repeated every single word.

The Zombie King was completely relieved. He bent his tall body and hugged Jiang Chongli, like a child hugging a soft plush animal, shaking it gently.

His Majesty still didn't know that he was being treated as a pet, so he poked the zombie king, "Little Zombie, how to eat, teach the big lion quickly."

The Zombie King blinked, pointed at the Earl of Sydney, and said to Lion Heart: "Facing him, open your mouth."

"..." Shi Xinhao spread his hands, "I just opened my mouth, and I don't know where to bite, uh..."

Suddenly, a strange feeling rose in his heart, and an inexplicable light shone in the eyes of the Earl of Sydney.

Jiang Chongli felt that he was looking at the braised pork.

The lion leaped out, pounced on the body of the Earl of Sydney, and pulled his accompanying spirit out of the eggshell.

Jiang Chongli saw it, it was a little white snake, it neighed pitifully, and it kept sending the essence to the Earl of Sydney. Because of this effort, he was already weak at this time, but he still didn't want to give up, trying in vain to go Save your beloved humans.

However, after being pulled out by the lion and pressed under the palm of its flesh, it couldn't even make this futile effort.

After losing his companion spirit, the Earl of Sydney was no longer alive, and the eggshell, which had been infected purple-black by the virus, was completely shattered and turned into ashes.

His body shook, and he stood up slowly, roaring.

At this moment, the Earl of Sydney completed his zombification and became a walking dead.

He smelled a stranger and wanted to pounce on him, but the zombie king just glanced at him. This new zombie, like a frog stared at by a snake, dared not move at all.

The white snake looked at all this in despair, and collapsed on the ground as if heartbroken, with a cold tear streaming down his black peas-like eyes.