Doomsday tyrant's rolling pet

Charlotte refocused her attention on Ruan Yan.

A clean white saint's robe was draped over his arm, with gold thread embroidered on the edge, which was completely different from the gray cloth robes worn by the previous group.

"We don't believe in religion." Ruan Yan refused before the green-skinned zombie handed it over.

Charlotte nodded, not forcing them.

He handed over the saint's robes to the attendants, walked over and opened the high-backed chair by the dining table for Ruan Yan, and straightened the knives and forks on the porcelain plate.

A pair of green eyes looked at the man expectantly: "Everyone can take their seats."

You are right, but you never took your eyes off Ruan Yan for a moment.

He always felt that there was an indescribable attraction on this silver-haired guy, constantly bewitching him, holding his arm, and approaching the deep black vortex.

Danger!Level [-] alert!Danger!

There was a stern voice in his brain admonishing him, desperately obstructing him.

Only then did Charlotte rein in the precipice, restraining the urge to lean over and stick to it in time.

Ruan Yan was already sitting on the chair he pulled out, her silvery hair was sticking to Yubai's neck, sliding slightly with the movement of raising her hand and holding the fork, the roots were distinct, just looking at it like this, you can feel it Imagine how smooth and soft his hair must be.

Must be nice to touch, right?

Ruan Yan cut a piece of pepper and garlic steak taken out of the space, put it into his mouth, and chewed it carefully.

His eating was elegant and pleasing to the eye, and he didn't let the knife and fork hit the cup/teeth to make a sound, and he didn't get a little sauce on his face and lips.

[-] stood beside Ruan Yan like a wooden stake, motionless.

The zombie attendants pushed them, but they didn't push them, so they ran to Charlotte to complain.

The little zombie king was so noisy by his younger brothers that he couldn't appreciate the beauties quietly, he listened to their roars helplessly, and turned his green eyes suspiciously: "Why don't you eat it?"

"We are vegetarians." No. [-] added two more words with a cold face: "Amen."

Charlotte: ...

His gaze turned to the plate Ruan Yan was eating, "Why is your meat cooked?"

Number two: "Our young master doesn't eat raw food."

Number four lowered his voice and whispered, "I'm afraid there are parasites—"

Charlotte: ...

"What about the sauce?"

No. [-] took out a pack of sticky things from his pocket and couldn't tell what it was: "Do you want some too?"

Charlotte reached out to take it. Seeing how delicious Ruan Yan was eating, he also put the packet of 'sauce' on a fresh plate of fresh meat brought by his hand.

I ate a piece of meat dipped in sauce. The taste was unbelievable, but it was bearable.

So I cut another piece, chewed it slowly in my mouth, and tasted it carefully.

This time, his frown became tighter and tighter, and finally, his stomach began to gurgle and sing.

Charlotte immediately dropped the fork, bowed her shoulders and covered her stomach and left.

"What was that bag you gave out?"

"Croton sauce."

Number Six touched the back of his head: "Zombies also have diarrhea these days?"

The answer is: yes.

For example, Charlotte, who is half-human and half-zombie.

After Ruan Yan finished enjoying the steak on the plate, she picked up a napkin and wiped her clean lips.

He tapped the table with his fingers, and a plate of fresh meat reappeared next to the porcelain plate with sauce left.

Number two immediately reached out and moved the plate of meat to the empty space next to it.

A hungry zombie attendant passing by smelled the aroma of flesh and blood, and immediately pounced on it, grabbed the piece of meat with both hands and started to devour it.

And this time, the men didn't shoot it.

On the high platform, a petite, white and tender woman suddenly appeared, leaning on Bach's shoulder on tiptoe.

Her thick black hair was scattered irregularly on her half-naked shoulders and arms, and she stretched out her thin white hands to catch the back of the Zombie King's thick hands holding the goblet, and with a little effort, she brought them to her plump chest, Lips as red as blood opened, taking a small mouthful of the 'wine' inside.

The tongue full of rust.

But she closed her eyelashes as if she was enjoying it, her pointed chin was raised high, and she swayed from side to side.

Blood invaded every corner of the mouth.

Her eyelashes trembled, as if two fans were covering her eyelids, the semi-curved shadow trembled slightly, and her breathing became rapid as she swallowed.

Bach's strong arms came around from the outside, wrapped around the woman's thin belt and brought him into his arms, and kissed her deeply amidst her exclamation.

The corpse breath in the zombie king's mouth was strong enough.

Shadio immediately shook his head and vomited in a physiological reaction. He rolled his eyes and almost suffocated, but he couldn't get rid of Bach's shackles.

She felt that the giant hand on her waist was about to break her waist. Because of her posture, the vomit flowed back and blocked her nasopharynx, and it became extremely difficult to breathe. She even felt so uncomfortable that she wanted to hit the wall and die immediately.

Tears oozed from the end of the woman's eyes, one after another, connecting together to form a transparent stream.

It dripped on the face and got wet into the temples.

The temperature scalded Bach's fingers, and he trembled violently.

Only then did the zombie king realize that he raised his head and let go of his weak human wife.

Perhaps because of the bad experience before becoming a zombie, Bach especially loved petite and beautiful women.

Before he was infected with the zombie virus, he used to be a handsome man of normal stature.

The combat power is not strong, relying on the face to get along among the women.

Until the end of the world comes, the world's survival rules are reversed.

The era when appearance is the most important thing has become a thing of the past, and those with hard enough fists are the existence of the stars.

The migrant workers who were bullied by him before and who owed their wages took the opportunity to take revenge.

An elite man like him who is used to sitting in an office is no match for moving bricks and doing physical work on the construction site all year round.

The chance of struggling to escape was zero. Those people stepped on him and broke two ribs, smashed his legs with sticks, and broke his hamstring with a knife.

He let out a bad breath.

When people get more air in and out less, they are thrown into the wheat field and left to fend for themselves.

Bach dragged his injured leg and climbed more than 100 meters in the straw. He lost blood and was exhausted, which made him pass out quickly.

When he woke up again, he found himself lying in the warm bedding.The injured leg was also briefly dealt with.

It's just that the broken ribs poked the lobe of the lungs, and every breath was as painful as a blade scraping flesh.

"Send me to the hospital..." He begged the fat woman who looked benevolent and benign.

"The hospital is very chaotic now, no one dares to go." Shuya refused his request.

"Then find a doctor, please, I'm in pain!"

Cold sweat kept oozing from Bach's pale face, and no matter how much he wiped it off, he couldn't wipe it off.

Shuya almost emptied half of the box of paper, she gave up, stood up with her fat body, and walked out of the room.

"Throw that man out, he won't live long."

"You can live!" Shuya didn't listen to persuasion at all: "I'm raising him, and from today on, we will sleep in separate rooms!"

"You undisciplined woman!"

"Then how good are you? Don't think I don't know that you are raising foxes outside!"

The couple quarreled with each other, and finally the man slammed the door and went to another room.Parted badly.

Shuya returned to the master bedroom, looking at the handsome and fair-skinned injured patient, she felt more and more disgusted with her rude and unreasonable husband.

Without comparison, there is no harm.

From the moment she picked up Bach from the field, her husband became a dirty and smelly piece of shit in her heart.

Seeing the sweet pastry on the bed who had no ability to move, Shuya swallowed her saliva, first introduced herself solemnly to him, and then confessed her love.

His face was as red as a giant multi-layered tomato, and the love in his eyes was like sticky tomato juice, shooting out on the man's face.

Shuya lowered her head shyly and shyly: "I haven't had a doi for a long time."

His husband, who was so tired that he fell asleep after returning from farm work every day, often called her 'old sow' and 'stinky pig', which are insulting words, which caused the relationship between the couple to almost reach a negative value.

They slept in separate rooms long ago.

It was only these few days when the end of the world came, and the fear of unknown disasters made the couple decide to put aside their previous suspicions and live together as a group to keep warm.

However, the appearance of the handsome injured brought everything back to the original point.

Bach looked at her, feeling nauseous, and there was no surprise of being confessed in his eyes, but only fear and the eagerness to escape.

"Throw me out." Bach would rather die outside than be touched by this greasy woman who stinks.

The shyness on Shuya's face froze for an instant, she raised her head, her eyes widened, both surprised and angry: "Why?!"

Bach didn't speak, just looked at her, all of Shuya's ugliness was reflected in the emerald eyes.

The fat neck shook her head, and she yelled at the man hysterically: "You must stay with me, I saved you!"

How righteous.

The fat woman quickly climbed onto the bed and pressed on his body...

A man's brain and lower body are usually separated, so everything that happens afterwards can be imagined.

Shuya tried her best to please him with all the tricks, and he couldn't control his body from not reacting.

After it was over, Bach vomited blackly.

Waking up again, Shuya squeezed a small bottle of zombie saliva extracted from the wild and threatened him that if he didn't obey, he would feed the virus into his stomach.

Bach remembers spitting in her face.

Completely angered that crazy woman.

……

Therefore, thanks to Shuya, Bach naturally dislikes fat and prefers thinness.

And when he picked up the skinny little girl from the desert, it was almost love at first sight.

Sadio was starving for seven days and was skinny, which hit Bach's already deformed aesthetic.

Even though Shadio has been brought back some flesh now, his complexion is rosy and looks much better, but in his eyes, he has become a bit fat, but acceptable.

The perfect queen in his mind will always be the little paper girl who is blown away by the wind in the desert.

Under the high platform, at the dining table.

Ruan Yan put down the napkin she held in her palm, turned her eyes, and met the woman who was wiping her tears with a handkerchief.

The moment the four eyes met, it was like sparks hitting the earth, and the tense atmosphere was on the verge of breaking out.

Even though he had done enough psychological construction, Shadio was also stimulated by the cold gaze so that he lost his sight hastily.

The scene of the body being destroyed before was still vivid in my mind, and the huge shadow that Shadio forced on the corner of my brain once again cast over my heart.

She is now like a dancer jumping on a sharp knife, every muscle is tense and trembling, shaking out her infinite fear of him.

Suddenly, a big thick hand wrapped around her waist.

Shadio's violently heaving chest miraculously calmed down.

Under the dim light, her fair and smooth face glowed a faint pink. It was the first time that she was so grateful for Bach's existence.

Shadio brushed the long hair on the side of his face, and snuggled into the arms of the zombie king like a seductive fox.

She seemed to have regained her 'queen' aura.

With a side face, he told the waiter behind him: "Bring it up."

The author has something to say:

Gun Gun: In this chapter, I only used one word, 'it'.

Author: ... ORZ is okay, let's go to the next chapter, more shots~