The villain who never surrenders [Quick Transmigration]

The wailing of the zombies was endless, dust was flying all around, and sticky blood was splashing everywhere.

Feng Xihui didn't get out of the car until his teammates wiped out the zombies.

Her mission is simply to gather the necessary supplies into her own space.

The chip in the zombie's brain,? They left something that might be useful when they were alive. Facing the dirty eyes, Feng Xihui didn't change his face, and did what he should do.

Wang Chenfei sighed: "I remember that Xiaobai used to spit out these corpses, but now he has become a ruthless person."

Feng Xihui was noncommittal, but looked at the skyline at sunset, and at the other end was the edge of the city.

The prosperous city in the past has now become decadent, and the tiles on the exterior walls of the buildings are covered with dust. Wang Chenfei followed her gaze and looked over: "Why, you still want to go to the city? Xiaobai, listen to my brother's advice, Anyway, now that the sky is falling and there is a base to support it, we just need to meet the mission, and we don’t have to work as hard as before.”

Obviously, Feng Xihui didn't listen to his advice: "I'll go and see..."

She shifted her gaze to Meng Zhan, he always made decisions in the team.

"Let's go..." Meng Zhan picked up his weapon and said, "Let's go and see what's good."

Wang Chenfei originally thought that when Bai Lu wanted to go to the city from Yixin, she was looking for something different.

Unexpectedly, after entering the supermarket, after sweeping away the zombies, she would go straight to the food shelf, check all the products on them for expiration dates, and then put all the fancy ones into the space.

Not only these foods, but also seasonings, pots and pans, Feng Xihui did not let go.

Wang Chenfei looked dumbfounded: "Xiaobai...what's the matter?"

Standing beside him, Qin Ge also looked puzzled, but she quickly slapped her forehead: "Ah, I see, Lu Cong has been cooking every day recently, let me tell you, her cooking is delicious! Let me taste the taste of my mother's cooking before the end of the world."

"What!" Wang Chenfei was heartbroken when he heard that, "You don't call me if you have something delicious?"

Qin Ge, who had slipped his tongue, quickly turned his face away: "Hey, there are actually not many materials, and she can't make much. Like Rong Ling, she is picky eater. I can't eat enough for two. How could I have time to call you..."

Picky eaters!

These two words made Wang Chenfei even more irritated. He ate crude food from the cafeteria every day, but there are still people who are picky eaters?

With such a resentful mood, Wang Chenfei did not forget one thing until he returned to the base, that is, when he saw Rong Ling, he must tell her that the food that he did not eat could be left for those in need.

No, after returning to the base two days later, Wang Chenfei bumped into Rong Ling as soon as he walked downstairs to the apartment.

She was crouching in a corner, petting a puppy wagging its tail wildly.

Looking carefully, there was a bowl in front of the puppy, which contained hot pork rib soup. The puppy neither drank the soup nor gnawed on the bones, but only cared about eating meat.

"Huh?" Qin Ge subconsciously said, "Isn't this the pork rib soup that Lu Cong left for Rong Ling?"

Hearing the commotion here, Rong Ling lazily stood up and hummed.

She glanced over at Feng Xihui, who was a little disgraced during the few days of missions, and turned back upstairs without saying hello.

Wang Chenfei was dumbfounded: "It's too much to feed stray dogs who don't know where they come from with good bone soup."

"Not too much." Unexpectedly, upon hearing this sentence, Feng Xihui suddenly turned her head, "As long as she likes it."

Wang Chenfei choked on this sentence.

He couldn't help but wonder if his teammate had been given some kind of ecstasy by Rong Ling, and his whole heart was trampled like this, and he was still talking to her?

But Wang Chenfei didn't have time to think about it, so he took a look at the apartment building on the way, and they had to go to the headquarters to count the results.

Each team's record is ranked, and the higher the ranking team, the more resources it will naturally get.

On the other end, Rong Ling was lying bored in the bedroom reading a book.

There was a glass of water beside the bed, and Rong Ling unconsciously drank half of it while reading.

For some reason, she suddenly felt a little hot all over her body, and her consciousness gradually became blurred.

Rong Ling is not someone who has experienced nothing, she quickly realized that something was wrong with her current situation.

She put down the book in her hand, got out of bed and staggered towards the door.

However, before reaching the door of the bedroom, a chuckle suddenly came from behind: "What are you running, little beauty, brother, I'm right here."

In the bedroom where he was originally alone, another male voice suddenly appeared, and Rong Ling's whole body tensed up.

She turned her head and unconsciously saw a man crawling out from under the bed, it was Wu Fa with a beard all over his face.

"You..." Rong Ling tried his best to speak clearly, "You're courting death!"

Not only was Wu Fa not annoyed, but he even showed a lecherous smile: "Brother is not looking for death, brother just wants you to want to live and die."

Wu Fake waited for this day for a long time.

Last time he was very careful and secretly left the key to the apartment door. This time, he managed to take advantage of two of Rong Ling's teammates to go out on a mission, and sneaked in when she was away, and put the medicine in it. In Rong Ling's water glass, he hid under the bed for a long time and waited.

But all the hard work was worth it, Wu Fa rubbed his hands, unable to hide the salivation on his face.

What a cold little beauty, as long as she is skilled, she is still easy to catch.

Wu Fa couldn't wait to rush over, Rong Ling used his last bit of strength to dodge from the side.

The bedroom was only this big, escaped from Wu Fa's hungry tiger, and Rong Ling collapsed on the bed again.

This time, she was cornered.

"It turns out that little beauties like to take the initiative." Wu Fa leaned over with a wretched face, "That's fine, brother, you're satisfied."

Rong Ling didn't have the strength to get up anymore, she stepped back, her eyes were full of coldness: "Don't come over..."

How could Wu Fa, who had a brain like a sperm, listen to her, but felt that the resistance of the beauty who was as thin as a mosquito made his blood boil even more, so he pounced on her without thinking——

Back from the headquarters, walking in the stairwell, Feng Xihui suddenly heard a sharp cry.

She was very familiar with this voice, Feng Xihui's expression changed immediately, and he strode upstairs.

"What's wrong with Rong Ling?" Qin Ge also became nervous and trotted to keep up.

The door of the apartment was ajar, and when Feng Xihui pushed the door open, even his fingertips trembled.

The source of the sound was in the bedroom. At this time, a man's heavy panting sound came from inside. With an inexplicable strangeness, Feng Xihui's face turned pale, and he strode towards the house.

The moment the door opened, the tension in her voice could not be concealed: "Rong Ling..."

Only then did Feng Xihui see what happened in the bedroom.

The man was lying on the bed unable to move, his eyes were staring at the ceiling, as if he couldn't believe that he really died at the hands of a delicate woman who had been drugged.

The dagger plunged into his chest without stopping, was pulled out by Rong Ling, and then plunged in again.

Accompanied by this movement, blood splashed all over the white wall inside the bed, and the man made a whoosh sound from his mouth.

Feng Xihui's heart hanging in his throat fell back to the original place, and Qin Ge who followed behind covered his mouth.

"What should I do?" she asked, "It seems that Rong Ling killed someone from the base?"

There is a clear rule in the base that no one can murder his companions, otherwise he will be expelled as well.

"It's okay..." Feng Xihui said lightly, "You go out first..."

Qin Ge couldn't tell what was going on, Bai Lucong was obviously weak, and her face was always pale, but when she spoke, people couldn't help but want to submit, and she didn't dare to refute in the slightest.

Qin Ge retreated to the living room.

Feng Xihui then closed the bedroom door and walked over, she said softly: "A Ling, he has passed away."

Rong Ling couldn't hear other people's voices at all, and just repeated the killing action over and over again.

Pulling out the knife and inserting it again, only blood can make her feel satisfied.

This is the blood of a living person, even with warmth, Rong Ling couldn't help but licked his lips.

Feng Xihui guessed what Rong Ling wanted to do in an instant, she held Rong Ling's hand behind her, and stopped her movement: "Rong Ling, wake up quickly."

When her fingertips touched Rong Ling's abnormally hot skin, Feng Xihui realized something was wrong.

She frowned, glanced coldly at Wu Fa's body on the bed, and hugged Rong Ling straight away.

The strength of this body is not great, but fortunately Rong Ling seemed a little distracted and did not break free from Feng Xihui's embrace.

Feng Xihui brought Rong Ling into her bedroom, and carefully put her into the bathtub.

"Hot..." Rong Ling finally spoke at this moment, "It's so hot..."

She twisted her waist, trying to crawl out of the bathroom, and kept rubbing against Feng Xihui.Feng Xihui's eyebrows twitched, and he put hot water on Rong Ling's hands and face to wash away the blood.

Naturally, she couldn't have the blood-stained long skirt, and was thrown out of the bathtub by Feng Xihui.

Rong Ling's mind finally regained some clarity. She saw that the person in front of her was Feng Xihui, and pushed him away again.

Feng Xihui wasn't annoyed at all, and came over to help Rong Ling wake up again.

The hot water quickly filled the bathtub, but Rong Ling still felt that there was nowhere to release the fire in his heart. Obviously, he was so impatient that he wished he could get entangled even tighter, but Rong Ling's tone to Feng Xihui was still vicious: "Get out... ..."

"I'm getting out, what do you do?" Feng Xihui asked.

Whether he is dead or alive has nothing to do with her.

If it wasn't for the lack of strength, Rong Ling really wanted to catch the face in front of him that always looked calm.

But the desire of the body and the primitive bloodthirsty of the monsters made Rong Ling unable to even refute.

"You're feeling bad, aren't you?" Feng Xihui brushed aside Rong Ling's long wet hair on his forehead with his fingers, and his tone was a little more seductive, "If you feel bad, you can tell me."

"Do not……"

Before Rong Ling could finish his retort, Feng Xihui blocked his lips.

Her kiss was very gentle and full of pity, but it still made Rong Ling uncomfortable.

Rong Ling no longer had the strength to push her away, she was like a puddle of water, soft in Feng Xihui's arms.

"Sorry..." After the kiss, she heard Feng Xihui whisper in her ear, "I will never let you encounter this situation again."

Even though he couldn't speak, Rong Ling still had a vague thought in his mind - what to do with her own affairs.

She and her are not the same from the beginning to the end.

Rong Ling bit her lower lip tightly, using the pain to keep herself awake for the last time.

In any case, she never wanted anything to happen between Yin and Feng Xihui again.

But Feng Xihui didn't seem to have any evil intentions, she whispered: "Don't worry, I won't take advantage of it."

Even now Rong Ling's posture looks as attractive as it needs to be, like a budding flower on the finger, covered with dew, tempting to pick it.

Even Rong Ling's long curled eyelashes were covered with mist, which forced her to half-close her eyes, adding a touch of coquettishness to the haze.

Under the originally fair skin, a thrilling pink faintly bloomed.

Rong Ling was almost going crazy from the torture.At this time, she suddenly heard a cold yet gentle voice: "You want blood, don't you?"

Although Feng Xihui was asking, he could not help turning mana into a thin blade, and made a small cut in his neck.

Blood gushed out from the wound in an instant.

The pure blood with spiritual power of the Lord God of Illusion is thousands of times more attractive than the filthy blood of ordinary people.

The bathroom was instantly filled with the smell of Feng Xihui's blood.

Rong Ling couldn't help swallowing, and licked her lips, but the last sliver of reason told her to keep a distance from Feng Xihui.

"Come on..." Feng Xihui's voice was like a call from a sea monster in the deep ocean, full of bewitching, "You can enjoy as much of my blood as you want."

With a click, Rong Ling felt that a string called reason in his mind was completely broken.

Like a tiger that has been hungry for a long time, she rushed towards the tempting blood.

Xu Rongling made too much noise, Feng Xihui groaned when she bumped into her, but hugged him even tighter.

Immediately afterwards, Feng Xihui's movements froze.

Rong Ling's soft tongue licked her scars relentlessly.

As soon as the sweet blood entered his mouth, Rong Ling felt the dryness in his body be suppressed a bit.

But it wasn't enough, it wasn't enough, she turned her head and buried it between Feng Xihui's neck, sucking more blood.

The demon is greedy, and once he tastes the delicious food, he doesn't want to let go.

Until the last trace of blood was licked clean by Rong Ling, she still didn't feel satisfied at all.

Without thinking, Rong Ling bit Feng Xihui's skin with his canine teeth.

When the pain came, Feng Xihui hissed lightly, letting Rong Ling move.

Feng Xihui felt a strange sense of satisfaction in his heart.

At least at this moment, she and Rong Ling are one, she cannot leave herself.

Feng Xihui even thought a little meanly and greedily, it would be fine if Rong Ling was one of those ignorant little monsters.

She will definitely raise her carefully, she likes to drink blood, so Feng Xihui let her hug him like this every day to drink enough.

She is willing to feed this fierce little beast with flesh and blood.

Rong Ling didn't know Feng Xihui's dirty thoughts at all, knowing that the blood he swallowed should be enough, but he still couldn't bear to let go.

It wasn't until Feng Xihui's body began to shake slightly due to excessive blood loss that Rong Ling woke up like a dream.

She pushed him away and hid in the bathtub in embarrassment, but forgot to wipe off the bright red blood on her lips.

"It's good that you're awake." Feng Xihui had expected this moment, she got up with her hands on the edge of the bathtub.

In order to take care of Rong Ling, Feng Xihui was kneeling by the bathtub, but now she stood up suddenly, her knees felt sore and numb, and she was shaky when she got up.

Seeing as if he was about to fall down, Feng Xihui stabilized his body.

She lowered her eyes and said, "I will take care of Wu Fa for you. Before the water is cold, you should come out and rest first."

Rong Ling didn't want to answer, but seeing Feng Xihui's pale face, and the two bloody holes on her neck that she bit out were as conspicuous as plum blossoms in the snow, she couldn't help opening her mouth: "Okay..."

The corners of Feng Xihui's lips twitched, turned and walked out.

Rong Ling, who regained her strength, wiped herself clean with a bath towel. When she passed the sink, she accidentally glanced at it, and was almost startled by the flushed woman in the mirror.

Anyone who looked at this posture of blooming to the extreme would probably think that something unspeakable happened between the two of them.

Rong Ling decided to hide in Feng Xihui's bedroom and not go out, to be an ostrich.

She searched for Feng Xihui's closet, but she couldn't find the style of suspender nightdress she liked, so Rong Ling casually put on a long T-shirt.

Probably because of drinking too much Feng Xihui's blood with spiritual power, Rong Ling soon felt that he couldn't take it anymore, and felt dizzy and wanted to sleep.

Anyway, Feng Xihui will definitely have a way to deal with Wu Fa's body, and it's not too late for him to sleep first, Rong Ling thought with peace of mind.

Without hesitation, she lay down on Feng Xihui's bed.

Between Feng Xihui's bed and quilt, there was a unique breath of hers, which made people feel peaceful and comfortable.

Because the original owner is not in good health, even in the summer, Feng Xihui's bed is not thick nor thin silk quilt.

It was just right for her, but Rong Ling quickly broke out in sweat.

It was not enough to put her hands and feet outside the quilt, she simply lifted the quilt under the bed, and fell asleep on the bed.

When Feng Xihui pushed the door and entered, Rong Ling's long-legged white eyes suddenly tightened her pupils.

She closed the door with her backhand, so that Qin Ge who was passing by outside could not see it.

Quietly leaning against the door, Feng Xihui could not help but sigh softly.

The taste that can be seen but not tasted is the most uncomfortable.

But he couldn't cover Rong Ling with the thick quilt yet.

She closed her eyes, didn't look any further, found a thin blanket from the cabinet, and put it on Rong Ling again.

Rong Ling continued to sleep, and Feng Xihui picked up the book on the desk and sat by the bed to read it.

It wasn't until more than two hours later that the setting sun outside the window dyed the sky red, and the person on the bed let out a moan and slowly woke up.

Rong Ling opened her eyes and saw Feng Xihui sitting not far away. She froze for a moment, not knowing how to react.

After all, not long ago, I drank other people's blood, so it would be too ruthless to be cold-faced now.

But all of her encounters were thanks to Feng Xihui, and Rong Ling couldn't do it if she didn't hate her.

Fortunately, Feng Xihui spoke first: "I'm awake, is there any discomfort?"

Apart from being hungry, Rong Ling felt that there was nothing unusual about him.

Just at this moment, a strong fragrance wafted in from the crack of the door, and Rong Ling couldn't help sniffing it.

It smells so good, it looks like Feng Xihui made something good again.

"My stewed Buddha jumps over the wall, do you want to get up and taste it?" Feng Xihui asked.

The author has something to say: Rong Ling: Damn... so despicable!