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

The terrain of this area of ​​mountains is complicated, and it is even more difficult to know the road conditions and directions in the dark.

Now that he has become a human being, Nan Xing's eyes are no longer as clear as before at night, and he doesn't know where he has been taken.

He was held in the arms of this zombie, with one hand supporting his knees, thighs and hips, one hand from his back around his shoulders and touching the back of his head, Nan Xing leaned on the zombie's shoulder , the hard spine and collarbone made him ache.

The bloody smell on the zombie was too strong, he didn't know how many people this zombie had killed, the bloody smell was so pungent that he almost lost his sense of smell.

But he doesn't know what the zombies are going to do to him, he doesn't have the ability to be a ghost, he is just a human being with no strength, even more fragile than ordinary humans.

The resurrected body of the puppet was too delicate, and his wrists were already covered with red marks not long after being held by the zombies, not to mention that he was strangled in his arms, and his body was also bruised and purple.

Maybe he will be bitten to death soon, and will be torn apart soon, but the zombie has not acted yet, and he has not let him die. He can only pray that the zombie has eaten long ago, or has a little humanity to let him go .

So he is very good.

But he already has the characteristics of a human being, he will be hungry and thirsty, and what is more restrictive than when he is a ghost is that hunger and thirst will not only make him uncomfortable, but will even cause him to die.

After walking for most of the night, Nan Xing was already too thirsty.

He hasn't drank a drop of water since Zhang Chuanqiong greeted him. He could drink a little in the bridal chamber, but he didn't expect the zombies to come.

And it took a lot of effort to escape, his body was very dehydrated, and now it was after midnight, his throat was about to smoke.

It is possible not to be eaten by zombies, but to die of thirst first.

It turns out that being a human is also so uncomfortable.

"water……"

As soon as Nan Xing spoke, the zombie seemed to have heard it immediately, and stopped in its tracks.

Seeing that he didn't look angry, Nan Xing continued to say cautiously: "I want to drink water..."

When he said it hurts just now, the zombie seems to understand, it should be very smart.

But this time the zombie didn't respond, Nan Xing said again: "I'm so thirsty, I want to drink water..."

The zombie suddenly moved. He put Nan Xing on a low branch and let Nan Xing sit.

Nan Xing faced him, he grabbed Nan Xing's shoulders, sniffed Nan Xing's body, and stopped at the place where Nan Xing's nose breathed to smell his breath.

Nan Xing leaned back slightly, he didn't want to get so close to the zombie, so he just repeated: "Drink water..."

But the zombie didn't understand. Instead, he held Nan Xing's hand, looked at it carefully, and suddenly began to lick his wrist.

He carefully licked the red marks on Nan Xing's pain from being hooped.

The cold and rough touch made Nan Xing shiver. He didn't know what species this zombie was. It was covered in blood, but it didn't smell rancid, but his tongue was like a beast, with rough barbs. Licking, Nan Xing's hand hurt even more.

Nan Xing felt extremely uncomfortable, and boldly pulled out his hand, the zombie seemed to feel Nan Xing's reluctance, and stopped licking.

A pair of cold gray eyes stared at Nan Xing, as if trying to judge what Nan Xing wanted.

Nan Xing said, "I want to drink water!"

As Nan Xing said, he wanted to jump off the branch, but before his feet touched the ground, he was hugged by the zombie again.

The zombie shook him slightly, as if to coax him, but still didn't know what he meant.

Nan Xing was held in his arms again.

Nan Xing grabbed his shoulders and whispered in his ear: "I want to drink water, why are you so stupid... let's go, go to the river..."

The zombie paused for a moment, not sure if he understood, but he also moved forward.

Nan Xingzai carefully identified the direction and judged according to his common sense.

"This way."

He felt that the river should be in this direction, and the zombie was actually obedient, he walked in whichever direction he pointed, and his footsteps were extremely fast.

Nan Xing gradually became more courageous, and ordered him to look for Heli as it should be.

After a while, I actually found a river.

Nan Xing said happily: "Put me down, I want to drink water!"

This time the zombie probably understood what he meant and let him down.

Nan Xing quickly ran to the river to drink water, but before he touched the water, he was hugged by the zombie again.

Nan Xing said: "I want to drink water, I'm so thirsty!"

The zombie tilted his head slightly, listening to the sound of the water, dipped his hands into the river for a while, and then looked at Nan Xing's pale lips, as if he finally knew what Nan Xing needed.

So he held a handful of water together and held it in front of Nan Xing.

The river was very deep and looked dangerous, and he didn't want Nan Xing to pass by.

The zombie's hands are big, and it holds the water well, without much leakage.

Nan Xing looked at the handful of water in front of him, and then at the zombie.

He doesn't want to drink this.

The zombie's hands were still bloodstained. It was unknown how many people had been killed. The handful of clear water in his hands was almost turning red.

Nan Xing retched in disgust. When he was a ghost, he felt that human blood was very sweet, but now he felt very fishy.

The zombie held it for a while, seeing that Nan Xing didn't drink it, but rather disgusted it.

He paused, poured off the water in his hand, and went to the water to hold a handful again.

But Nan Xing still didn't drink, but went to the dangerous river instead.

The zombie hurriedly stopped him, took another hand of water, Nan Xing finally said: "Your hands are so dirty, I don't want to drink the water in your hand!"

The zombie reacted for a second or two, and finally put his hands in front of his eyes, looked and looked, and realized that Nan Xing disliked his hands.

He hurriedly went to the river to wash, but his actions were rude and he didn't wash off the blood carefully, and Nan Xing was already too thirsty.

Lie down by the river again to drink water.

When he was a ghost, he often drank water like this, but when he was a human being, his sense of balance and strength were not enough. Fortunately, the zombie took precautions and hugged him in advance.

Holding Nan Xing's slender waist in his arms, he stood on the bank like a big unshakable pillar. Nan Xing's waist stretched out, and his upper body leaned out by the river, like a beautiful deer, with a small mouth Take small sips of water.

Nan Xing drank enough water and straightened his waist. He looked back and saw that the zombie was still hugging his waist tightly, and those gray eyes were fixed on his lips.

He had just drank enough water, and his lips were like delicate petals that had absorbed enough water. They were moist and plump, with a light pink color. He drank the water so contentedly, it seemed that the water in the whole river was full of sweetness. smell like.

It seemed sweeter in his mouth.

The zombie approached him, wanting to sniff the sweet smell again, but Nan Xing quickly backed away and shouted in disgust: "It's so dirty!"

Nan Xing immediately covered his mouth after speaking, he was afraid that the zombie would get angry and bite him to pieces in a fit of anger.

But the zombie didn't seem to be angry, and seemed to have judged something from his emotions. He looked down at himself, and finally knew that Nan Xing was disgusting him all over.

He whined once or twice in a low voice, and like a lost little animal, he lay down on the place where Nan Xing had just drank water and licked the water surface. He turned his head to look at Nan Xing, and suddenly jumped into the river with a "crash".

Nan Xing was splashed with water. Although it was spring, the water was still very cold. Nan Xing got angry and moved away from him. Unexpectedly, the zombie quickly climbed up to the shore, as if he was afraid that Nan Xing would escape, and hugged Nan Xing to the shore. He grabbed Nan Xing's hand and got into the water again.

The moon finally came out tonight, and the entire river bank was covered with silver by the white moonlight.

The zombie was very tall, and the river water did not reach his chest. Nan Xing took a closer look at him, and saw that his torn clothes had been washed with some dirt, showing some of their original appearance.

It seemed to be a torn and torn white shirt, and the pattern on the neckline looked familiar.

He remembered that Du Ruoxian also seemed to have a white shirt with this style of neckline.

That night, when Du Ruoxian wanted to bring him back to life, he was wearing this white shirt.

He took a closer look at his face, and there was a trace of Du Ruoxian.

He vaguely remembered being tortured by one of these monsters in the underworld, but he didn't remember that clearly.

That monster is not a zombie, but a ghost beast.

Nan Xing stared at his face carefully, the more he looked, the more he looked like Du Ruoxian, but Du Ruoxian didn't have such a figure.

Nan Xing spread out his hands, being careful not to touch his nails, and then put his hands in his palms for comparison.

Du Ruoxian's hands were a bit bigger than his, but not so big, and this zombie was at least a head taller than Du Ruoxian's, with a stronger body and more perfect proportions.

Whether it's the distribution of muscles or the proportion of the slender limbs, they are very suitable for fighting, and they don't look like weak scholars.

Although his hands are big, they are well-defined, slender and beautiful, with very good proportions. His nails are very sharp and black. in his palm.

There were some dry blood particles on the back of his hand, Nan Xing couldn't help rubbing it for him.

These hands will hold me later, they must be clean.

The zombie seemed to know that Nan Xing was washing his hands for him, so he quickly gave Nan Xing his other hand, and then waited in the water very obediently, as if Nan Xing would help him take a bath later.

But Nan Xing just rubbed it for a while, and his hands were about to freeze.

It was the beginning of spring, the water was very cold, Nan Xing shivered from the cold, and quickly put it to his mouth to breathe.

The zombie seemed to see Nan Xing's coldness, he quickly covered Nan Xing's hand, and imitated Nan Xing to put it on his mouth, but he didn't breathe.

He thought for a while, and stuffed Nan Xing's hand into his mouth.

"what……"

Nan Xing was startled, thinking that his hand was going to be eaten, but the zombie put his hand in his mouth, and didn't move any more, just sucked it in tightly, as if this way his hand wouldn't be uncomfortable.

Nan Xing was afraid that he would accidentally bite him, so he could only coax him: "Take out my hand, please, I feel so uncomfortable..."

The zombie seemed to understand, and quickly took out Nan Xing's hand.

As soon as Nan Xing's hand came out, he immediately washed it in the water carefully, then frowned and muttered, "I don't know if I've ever eaten or drank human blood, maybe there's still rotten flesh between my teeth, it's so disgusting!"

On the way, he even licked his hands. It was disgusting. He had to wash them carefully.

The zombie quickly opened its mouth, as if to show Nan Xing that his mouth was clean.

It didn't have the terrible fangs like ordinary monsters, but four small canine teeth could still be seen. His teeth were neat and free of other dirt, and there was no strange smell, but there was a scent of green grass and woods.

The very familiar smell reminded Nan Xing of the smell he smelled on Du Ruoxian once, and a little further away, in his vague memory that made him very painful, there was a monster that tortured him also had this smell.

Nan Xing was not sure if he was related to that monster.

But at this moment, he was just trying to survive in the hands of this zombie.

Zombie took another two sips of water to wash, and then made inferences. According to the way Nan Xing rubbed his hands just now, he rubbed himself several times carefully. He seemed to be afraid that Nan Xing would dislike him, and even picked some leaves. I rubbed it on my body.

But his eyes kept staring at Nan Xing, as if to prevent Nan Xing from leaving.

Once Nan Xing made a move to stay away from him, he would immediately pounce on him.

Nan Xing waited on the shore, until he dozed off.

After an unknown amount of time, his body suddenly flew into the air, and he had already been hugged.

He woke up suddenly and found that the zombie had been washed.

It was very cold at night, Nan Xing was a little cold, but suddenly warmed up after a while.

He was on a huge tree with a spacious room made of vines, even with some soft hay in it.

The zombie carried him into the room.

Nan Xing took a closer look at the room, and saw that it was built with very fresh vines, but it was not as humid as imagined, but very warm.

vine?

Why are there vines here?

But in the next moment, he no longer had any fantasies about it.

"Where are your clothes? Where are your clothes?"

The zombie's clothes were tattered and ill-fitting, but at least he could hide his shame, but he took a shower, but he didn't wear anything!

Just being so naked, she still needs to hold Nan Xing tightly in her arms and on his lap, and let Nan Xing sleep on him.

Nan Xing suddenly thought of something, and then he looked down stiffly, his face turned red in an instant.

The thing on this zombie is more terrifying than cows and horses, and he is being hugged tightly and sitting on it.