Short Stories Before Bedtime

Although Mr. Zombie is not used to people being so close to him, seeing the little zombie's overly frightened expression, he also acquiesced in the various behaviors of the little zombie and sticky worm, "You are still young, so you won't just die like this." Old zombies aren't very comforting, to be honest.

When the little zombie once shared his thoughts with a zombie sister, the zombie sister burst into tears, "Boss is so powerful, we may all die, but he definitely won't."

I won’t die, seeing familiar people leaving one by one makes me even more sad. No wonder Mr. Zombie looks so cold on the outside. Anyway, the little zombie’s worried heart finally let go, but put it on Mr. Zombie’s place. He couldn't take it back either. After hearing that the tradition that "coffins can only be shared with wives and children" was out of his control, it got out of hand.

However, the little zombie is a man, and Mr. Old Zombie is also a man. It just so happens that Mr. Old Zombie doesn't like boys.

It's a really sad story.

However, Mr. Old Zombie doesn’t have a wife either, and the little Zombie thought, maybe I can just stay with him like this until he dies again like Grandpa Zombie.

The idea is very good, but recently Mr. Zombie got married, and Mr. Zombie even left his cemetery to pick up a beautiful female zombie. The little zombie feels that his position will soon be replaced.

The slender hands of the old Mr. Zombie would never hold him tenderly again, never coax him to sleep when he was scared, and no one would bask in the moonlight quietly with him, correcting his bad habit of going out during the day...

Unable to think about it, the little zombie hugged his knees in frustration. The zombie had no tears, couldn't cry, held it in his heart, and felt very uncomfortable.

"Hey, buddy, I know what you're feeling, I can help you." A young zombie who killed Matt patted the little zombie on the shoulder.

"How can you help me?"

"I have a way to take you to the boss and that bitch, let's go, friend."

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In the noble and elegant western restaurant, a man with handsome facial features and sharp edges is holding a goblet, his deep black eyes are lazy and elegant, opposite him, a waist-length jet-black long-haired beauty is smiling charmingly, with a graceful and exquisite figure , with blood-red lips gently sipping expensive wine, the other delicate white hand resting on his chin, talking to the man in front of him, maybe he said something funny, a pair of moving eyes curved like crescent moons, separated by exquisitely crafted The floor-to-ceiling windows, in the eyes of passers-by, handsome men and beautiful women are simply a good match.

But the little zombie was not a passerby, he was hiding in the bushes and looked at the woman with fiery eyes.

"I hate it to death. With such heavy makeup, it's like scratching off porcelain powder. Who would want to see it?"

"Yes, yes, no one wants to see it, so can you let go of my hand first!"

Hearing the words, the little zombie shrank back like a hot hand, and said, "I'm sorry."

Zombies don’t hurt, but their skin is swollen, which affects the beauty. The point is that it affects the beauty of zombies, but seeing the little zombie like this, the young man who killed Matt couldn’t say anything, so he patted him on the shoulder comfortingly. Said: "I said friends, if you like it, go after it. If you stand here, people will run away."

The little zombie pulled his hard skin, and the woman in the floor-to-ceiling window who didn't want to admit that she was more beautiful than him flashed in his mind, and whispered in frustration: "You think I don't want to." So much so, no need to worry about it here.

In the restaurant, the beauty suddenly seemed to feel something, her smile paused for a moment, a hint of ridicule flashed in her eyes, and she said coquettishly: "Your clingy kitten is chasing after you, it seems that there is another person who is very reliable." Nearby kids, why don’t you go and have a look?”

The man is like a sculpture, and he replied indifferently: "No."

Beauty|Elegantly holding her forehead, a little speechless, said: "Since you found me yesterday, you have said a total of four words, 'um', 'no', 'yes', 'trouble', and now 'don't go ’, I really don’t know what that little cutie likes about you, besides the face, you can see it, boring and dull, pedantic and mean!”

The old zombie continued to taste the wine in his hand, unmoved, but a force flowed from him without everyone knowing, along the floor, surrounding the little zombie, forming a transparent protective circle, feeling his own strength. Power floated around that little person, and the old zombie showed a sweet smile in his heart.

"What kind of benefits did the old man give you, I will give you double, as long as you don't take me back."

The old zombie finally said the longest sentence since tonight, "That person is unreliable, and we are doing it for your own good."

The beauty didn't know what to think of, her charming eyes became gentle and quiet, and she said: "You have never been in contact with him, how do you know that he is not good, I live my own life, if he is really as miserable as you said, then I will I'll admit it, at that time I don't need you to do it, I will cut him into pieces, but before that, I hope to see it with my own eyes."

"Impossible," said the old zombie.

"What's impossible?"

"You are blind."

Beauty:"……"

The old zombie continued: "Besides, you can't dismantle it." Even if you see the truth of him using you with your own eyes, "You have already noticed it." It's just love. Things are like opium, once contaminated, there is no way to stop on their own.

Since yesterday, the beauty who has tried everything to get rid of the old zombie fell silent, acquiescing to the old zombie's view.

Suddenly, the old zombie stood up in a panic and strode outside.

The beauty had never seen such a panicked look of a calm old zombie, and the beauty who was about to refute put aside the discomfort in her heart, and followed the old zombie with her high heels.

The old zombie walked all the way to the bush where the little zombie was, and grabbed the young man who was running around in a hurry. Seeing that his whereabouts were exposed, the young man quickly raised his hands in surrender, and said in panic, "I just watched the little zombie Sullen, take him out to see you, I really don't know what happened just now and he disappeared."

The old zombie frowned and said, "I know, have you seen who it is?"

The Shamate youth shook his head and said, "I don't know, he disappeared as soon as I turned my head."

The old zombie impatiently tried to find the ghost energy he put on the little zombie. When he was about to find the location of the little zombie several times, he was suddenly blocked by an unknown powerful force. The ant, the young man who wanted to be beautiful as an adult, apologized apologetically. The little zombie is usually protected by the boss, so he didn't learn a bit of ghost spirit. The boss has so many enemies, so he just brought him out like this.