Your Highness, zombies are coming

For a few seconds, some warm thoughts swirled in Issa's mind, as if he had been drugged with hallucinogens, making him unable to think at all.He thought in a daze, if he could wander around the continent full of zombies with Roman, it wouldn't be such a bad thing.

At this time, even the young man's shoulder-length blond hair, which Issa regarded as a symbol of not doing a good job, became amiable. He carefully pushed those hairs to the back of Roman's head, as if a broken hair was a matter of life. It's the same thing - another voice in Issa's head is yelling frantically, hey, these messy hairs should be shaved off while he's unconscious, I've never had a companion like this little boy.

Issa opened his eyes, and at the same time felt the people in his arms loosen their arms—they had been hugging his waist tightly before, almost like a koala—Roman was about to wake up, Issa thought, I What to say... or nothing, he was dying, after all.

It was the first time he waited so anxiously for a person to wake up. He was afraid to face the person himself, and even more worried that the other person would become a living dead with a zombie mind.

The young man's eyelashes were thick and curled up, and when he closed his eyes, there was a soft and delicate quality, but when he opened his eyes, these inappropriate impressions disappeared - Issa saw a pair of ice blue eyes, like The colors of the particles surrounding Roman are extremely inorganic, indifferent, and full of the sense of distance brought about by technology.

Does infection with the virus make people's eyes change color? Isa thought, staring at Roman. Although his complexion is fair, but because of the fever, it has a pale pink luster. It is a state that can be dragged out to shoot a cosmetics advertisement at any time. .The young man had already sat up, blue particles began to appear around him, the prototype of a piece of clothing completely wrapped his body, and then changed the color and texture from top to bottom, it was a white, well-tailored suit , exactly the same as the one that Isa saw each other for the first time.

Roman turned his head, and he looked at the man lying on the bed almost expressionlessly. The latter's shirt was hanging pitifully on his shoulders, and his upper body was almost naked. The bullet marks and past scars on those well-proportioned muscles could be seen.

"That's all." The young man said suddenly, in a flat tone, as if evaluating a product.

"For the sake of your fever, you can say it again." This kid must have a fever, Issa thought, how could his body with no scratches be attractive to women, and of course it would be the best Don't make them like it.

"Look at you, you're no different from all the other, ignorant humans." The voice was deadly cold, like someone forced to imitate the tone of an electronic phonograph.

Issa narrowed his eyes, he stared closely at the other party, and raised his gun at the same time: "Who are you?"

"I'm glad you finally found out, I'm not Roman." The man bowed politely, raised his eyebrows, and looked back at the man with a contemptuous expression that His Royal Highness has never seen before: "My name is Asa Toss, the third-generation symbiont of the empire, the private brain of His Royal Highness Roman."

...So what exactly is it, Issa frowned and didn't speak.

"To put it simply, I am his servant, mentor, doctor, advisor, weapon... as long as it is what His Highness needs, I can be whatever he needs." Azathoth is like a missionary, the pair of pure blue The blue eyes exude a kind of fanaticism that is difficult for others, he opens his arms, and circles of blue characters surround him.

"That sounds terrible, have you ever been his dog?" The man said without apology, and then he took a few steps forward, looking straight at the other party without hesitation: "So, where did Roman go?"

"He fell into a coma, as you have seen before." The artificial intelligence spread his hands, like a worried brother: "Your Highness is too willful, in order to play with an ordinary person, he actually closed the connection with me If it wasn't for when he lost control of his body, I could temporarily come out to protect him, and I don't know how long it would take."

"What's the matter with him?" Issa asked, deliberately ignoring the other's irritating phrases.

"It's just an ordinary wound infection followed by a fever. If you leave it alone, it will recover in a day or two." Azathos said, and then he looked at Isa with interest: "Actually, there is one thing His Highness has been I didn't tell you that he would not be at risk of contracting the X virus at all. His genes are perfect, and it is absolutely impossible for him to be contaminated by this inferior product."

"It seems that he lied to you." The brain in a Roman shell said sharply.

"Come on, I don't believe your nonsense at all, computer." Issa took two steps back, took out a cigarette, and took a deep drag.

"Admit the fact, you have imagined His Highness too beautifully. He was never the 'little sweetheart' you imagined. In fact, he is just a young man with a bad personality who has done a good job of disguise." Asatos Going on, his tone was almost hilarious when he belittled his master, as if having a demonic master was his top priority. "His Royal Highness has an unparalleled talent. He even cheated a military spaceship from an Arthurian. Forget that you don't know about cosmic affairs. I'm sorry, the Arthurian is a kind of creature that communicates with the spirit, and he is extremely neurotic... "

Is this computer a masochistic physique? The owner who likes the dark side so much, Issa nodded and motioned for the other party to continue talking.

"You didn't listen to me at all!" Zhinao turned his head angrily, as if he had given up on promoting his master's bad habits, and put on the expression of an official spokesperson: "I'm not coming out to persuade you , mortal. His Highness, he issued an order earlier, which made me unable to perform my duties."

He paused for a while, and uttered the last sentence: "He didn't let me heal him because he had a fight with you." Issa silently watched the symbiote walk back to the bed, like a child who is going to bed on time Of course, he would not shamefully admit that even though that thing was covered with Roman's fur, he would really like to rub that soft golden hair just looking at it.

"You can go to the swamp now," said Roman's companion when he woke up. He, showing a long waistline and a pleasing back line—then the young man asked stupidly, "Why did you take off your clothes?"

"I took off my clothes? Huh?" Issa turned his head and laughed, but his face looked very bad. He leaned against the wall and said coldly: "You feel hot, so you tore off my clothes." Clothes, jumped on it directly. But I don’t mind that matter anymore, now, take your things, let me go to that swamp to investigate, and stay there until the culprit of spreading the virus is found, and the water ghost As a companion or something, anyway, our best prince, His Royal Highness, will not be infected."

The young man was half leaning against the bed, and he seemed to have imagined how some irritable symbiont who had been imprisoned by him recounted his behavior with embellishments during his coma.He stood up unsteadily, and protested weakly: "I just had a serious illness, and I will die there."

"Sorry, I didn't see it." The man lifted the duffel bag, which was full of his treasures, all kinds of guns and bombs, obviously he was going to leave the house.

"Issa..." Roman shouted. He held back for a long time, but he couldn't finish his sentence. The man had already turned the doorknob of the exit. "What you promised earlier, you won't leave me or something, and I can still play the recording."

The man with short black hair stared at Roman with eyes like a pregnant girlfriend, gritted his teeth and said, "Did you really take that as a marriage oath, idiot."

Roman nodded in disbelief, his face was obviously indestructible, he took out a brand new camouflage uniform, and handed it to Issa carefully, the man took it angrily, he did not become a zombie The group's outsiders streaked the guts.

In fact, this is not a good time to go out. The sun has shifted from the center, and there are long oblique shadows on the street. Streets, vehicles, and undead are intertwined together, like a ghost. Sensen means.But Issa can't bear to stay in that room anymore, he can only think of his own damn soft heart, and the idea of ​​wanting to die with some bastard. Who knows this, he will try his best to kill the opponent's seal, he promises.

The lady who passed by earlier left a business card, the back was filled with beautiful handwriting, and briefly described how a single person can enter the base. She listed the most basic requirements, vehicles, weapons, And lighting tools - 'Don't think that road is too easy, a lot of people died in it, and we haven't had time to clean it. ' she commented at the bottom.

This is indeed the surrounding area of ​​the rescue base, Yisa thought, so far no car capable of traveling far has been found, and most of those four-wheeled vehicles have turned into scrap iron, lying on the road, or burned into skeletons.He smashed a zombie's skull with an iron rod, and Roman watched worriedly.From going out to now, the man never gave him a chance to fight monsters. Once he made any reaction, he would be slapped coldly by the other party.

It felt like Issa was venting his anger on those zombies. Once this idea appeared, the young man looked at the undead with a bit of sympathy—oh, this one was hit on the knee, and the bones shattered instantly and lay on the floor with his head smashed to pieces—I'll pray for you buddy, Roman thought, though he had no idea what a eulogy for this age was.