Slag Gong crying and begging for forgiveness [Quick Transmigration]Ⅱ

The marriage is done.

The master of ceremonies fled in a hurry after presiding.

Zhang Chuanqiong doesn't need people to make trouble in the bridal chamber, he just wants to quietly hold Nan Xing and his wife into the bridal chamber.

Nan Xing staggered forward two small steps, Zhang Chuanqiong gently supported him, and hugged him again.

He bent his eyes and said with a smile: "You have just been resurrected now, you are not used to it yet, let's take it slowly."

He put his ear on Nan Xing's chest, and heard Nan Xing's heart beating little by little.

He even heard Nan Xing open his mouth, talking in a muffled and bumpy way, so he hastily listened.

I only heard Nan Xing say softly: "Bad...bad, people."

sounds so good.

It's so cute even when it's alive.

Zhang Chuanqiong laughed, and carried him to the room while saying: "Okay, okay, I'm bad, I will go to the bridal chamber to uncover the red hijab for you later, if you are not feeling well today, it means that the consummation is not consummated, okay?"

He hugged Nan Xing beside the bed and let Nan Xing sit on it.

Then he went out, closed the door, and opened it with joyful obedience to the ceremony.

He still remembered that in his previous life, when he and Nan Xing were young, they played the children's game of marrying a bride, praying to heaven and earth, entering the bridal chamber, and removing the hijab. Now, after a few lifetimes, their marriage continued, and Nan Xing was his bride again. .

The light of the red candle was extraordinarily bright at night, just after midnight, everything was silent, the world was as quiet as if only this new house was the only one.

Nan Xing sat in the warm yellow light, dressed in a bright red wedding dress, gentle and beautiful.

is his wife.

Only belong to him.

Zhang Chuanqiong walked over gently, and slowly lifted the red hijab with a smile. The first thing he saw was the delicate chin like Nanxing Baiyu, followed by a straight nose and beautiful eyes.

Nan Xing was so beautiful at this moment that she couldn't speak.

Fresh and beautiful, more prosperous than when he was a ghost.

He sat there alive, with warm breath radiating from his skin and breath.

However, his eyes moved and suddenly opened wide in horror.

Zhang Chuanqiong thought it was Nan Xing who was afraid, and was just about to coax him, when he suddenly felt a dull pain in his chest, Nan Xing's face was stained with bright blood, he widened his eyes to see.

His heart was pulled out by a pale hand.

He turned his head slowly.

He saw a cold monster.

"Quick, go!"

Zhang Chuanqiong yelled at Nan Xing, Nan Xing paused in horror, then stood up with the edge of the bed, and ran out desperately.

He has just been resurrected, and his mortal body has not yet adapted, let alone running, and walking is not very stable.

But Zhang Chuanqiong bought him time.

After all, Zhang Chuanqiong is a celestial master, his heart was pulled out, but he immediately sealed it with a talisman, and fought with the monster.

At least, at least let Nanxing run out.

He knew at a glance that it was a zombie.

It's not an ordinary zombie, the kind that's outrageously powerful.

His appearance was too humanlike, but his gray hollow eyes, pale cold skin, and black nails all told Zhang Chuanqiong what kind of monster it was.

The more human-like this evil and inhuman thing is, the more unimaginably terrifying it is.

Zhang Chuanqiong knew that he would die in the hands of this monster in all likelihood today.

But Nan Xing has just been revived. He has a body made of a puppet. If he is killed, he will live forever and cannot be reborn, and his soul will be destroyed. He can't even make a ghost.

He could only try his best to hold the zombie.

He used all his abilities this time, but his body was dying rapidly. This monster was too strong, and it strangled his neck within a few breaths.

Zhang Chuanqiong vomited blood, grabbed the hand tightly, and shouted angrily, "Naughty animal! Even if I die, I won't let you go!"

It was really a waste of Nan Xing to give half a ray of fetal light.

In vain, he married Nan Xing.

It seems to have reached a happy ending, but something happened halfway, and a zombie came out of nowhere.

The entire Zhuangzi is covered with magic circles, and he will definitely notice when evil things come in.

But such a strong zombie came to Zhuangzi and entered his new house, and he didn't realize it at all!

He just married Nan Xing.

Is he dying?

It's just that he made Nan Xing a widow just after he got the marriage he dreamed of.

He is so incompetent... He tried his best, but he lost to the combined blows of others. Even if he died, he still couldn't protect Nan Xing.

Zhang Chuanqiong stared at the zombie in hatred, and upon closer inspection, there were some familiar shadows.

The outside has changed a lot.

But that face was very similar to Du Ruoxian.

But he never had time to think any more.

He just felt his head suddenly constricted, and he no longer had consciousness.

His head was pinched off.

……

Nan Xing was not used to walking at first, but gradually healed a lot. Maybe it was the opportunity to escape, and his body burst out with unimaginable strength.

Not long after he learned to walk, he was about to start running.

He was very familiar with this Zhuangzi, so he quickly found the door and ran out.

Can't, must not be caught by this monster!

very scary.

This monster, this monster, had killed him.

Correct.

It seems to be in the underworld, that monster looks like this, it is too similar, it is too similar.

He was caught by a strange monster and tortured for a long time.

It hurts.

"Help, help!"

He heard people's voices, noisy, not far away.

Nan Xing knew that it was the team welcoming the bride.

The faster he ran, the more he got used to this body.

He was wearing a bright red and beautiful wedding dress, and his long black hair was as soft as satin, all scattered on his shoulders, dancing with the running.

He ran for his life in a panic, the terrified expression on his beautiful face was so pitiful that it made people feel distressed, even God couldn't help but let him go.

But it was not God who was chasing him, but a cold monster.

Before he even touched the tail of the crowd, he tripped over the vines, fell in embarrassment, and fell miserably on the ground full of withered yellow branches and leaves.

The bright red wedding dress spread out, and he was like a gorgeous flower blooming on the ground.

He turned his head with wide eyes, and he saw a pair of pale, bare feet, and the monster was already standing in front of him.

It was an inhuman, beastly smell full of blood.

This is a zombie without any sense at all.

It is very human-like, but its non-human features are also very obvious.

This zombie's gray-blue long hair is as fresh and smooth as a living person. Its coquettish and handsome facial features are profound and compelling. Its cold pupils are gray that cannot be illuminated by light. teeth.

His body is thin and slender, with smooth and well-defined muscles, and the explosive power contained in it can be seen when he moves. His joints are also flexible, and he is much taller than the average human being. kill.

Nan Xing was cold all over, he had just been resurrected as a human being, his soul was imprisoned in the reincarnated body of a puppet, if he died, he would almost live forever and could not be reborn.

He no longer belongs to the six realms and cannot enter reincarnation.

The monster took two steps towards him, squatted down, his limbs bowed, like a beast about to eat, staring at Nan Xing with cold eyes.

It seemed that Nan Xing was about to be torn apart in the next moment.

The monster suddenly got closer, Nan Xing was so frightened that he took another two steps back, he choked up a sob, covered his mouth again to hold his breath.

Folks say that zombies are famous and know people, but I don't know if it is true.

But most of the zombies he met were indeed like this, but they were also low-level zombies. Is this one the same?

Nan Xing could only cover his mouth tightly.

The zombie paused, as if it was blocked by something, stared at Nan Xing once or twice suspiciously, and then moved closer to sniff him.

Nan Xing was lying straight on the ground, the zombie's tall nose was close to him, from his temples to earlobes, from his chin to his neck, he carefully smelled his toes.

I have encountered Nan Xing several times.

Icy touch.

It was as cold as a knife resting on his neck.

He sniffed slowly and carefully, Nan Xing finally couldn't hold back anymore, he let go of his hand and took a deep breath, but he quickly covered it with his hand again.

He tried to blind the zombie's sense of smell.

But he failed.

The zombie quickly found him, quickly grabbed Nan Xing's wrists, and firmly pressed his hands to his sides.

Just two fingers were already encircling his slender wrist, and he couldn't break free at all.

The zombie leaned over to stare at him, and sniffed lightly at the tip of his nose, as if confirming the smell.

Nan Xing didn't cover it with his hands, and soon he couldn't hold it anymore. His chest heaved and he took a breath, but then he gave up holding his breath, and could only break the bottle and start breathing.

To be human is to breathe.

Unavoidable.

The sweet breath soon exhaled on the tip of the zombie's nose. The zombie didn't know if he was stupid or what, but he just maintained that movement and sniffed lightly at the tip of Nan Xing's nose.

It's like a switch that's been turned off and doesn't move.

But when Nan Xing tried to break free lightly, his wrist was clenched even tighter.

Suddenly, the zombie raised its head ferociously and roared towards the dark surroundings.

In the dark forest, something invisible rustled back.

Nan Xing trembled in fright at the terrible roar.

The flesh and blood body that had just been resurrected by a puppet was extremely delicate, and his heart was extremely weak. His emotions and human frailty were already in sync. He whimpered, his eyes turning red from fright.

But at this time, the zombie still moved, and he even supported Nan Xing's back.

The hard and cold hands dragged his back, and he had already adapted to the pain of falling, but suddenly he was caught by the hands of zombies that were neither light nor heavy, and hurt him.

Encircling him was the gesture of a beast about to eat, Nan Xing finally cried softly: "I don't want to die..."

The zombie didn't seem to understand his words, but seeing Nan Xing crying, he quickly picked him up, hugged him, and hugged him.

Nan Xing's soft body was tightly strangled by his cold chest and his well-defined hard abdomen.

Nan Xing was in great pain from being strangled, but he didn't dare to resist loudly, he was afraid that the zombie would get angry and tear him apart with a claw.

He is now weaker than ordinary humans, and this zombie is stronger and taller than ordinary humans. If he stood up, Nan Xing might only reach his chest at most.

He stood up with Nan Xing in his arms, not knowing where he was going, he suddenly started to walk, he walked so fast that Nan Xing was knocked almost fainted.

Nan Xing covered her mouth and cried silently, and finally said carefully and softly: "I'm in so much pain...can you be gentle..."

His voice was hoarse, accompanied by a slightly trembling cry, and tremblingly made the request, it was so pitiful that it was heartbreaking.

The zombie's footsteps paused, but it was really light.

He changed his posture and gently hugged Nan Xing in his arms.