The zombie king is my boyfriend

There was silence in the room, and after a while, Lu Zhuo opened the door.

He changed into a black shirt, but he couldn't hide the faint blood on his body.

Generally speaking, zombie blood smells pungent and foul, but Lu Zhuo's blood does not have that smell.

Perhaps because of his special physique, he never had the stench of zombies on his body, only a faint scent of cold wood.

In the alienated and lonely cedar breath, there is a trace of wanton and unruly incense.

Lu Zhuo's gaze was very cold, and he fell on Gu Xueming, his voice seemed impatient: "What are you doing here?"

Gu Xueming met his dark eyes, slightly worried: "I'll come and see you, are you injured?"

Lu Zhuo was silent for a moment, with a tired sneer on his lips: "Don't worry about it."

His gaze lowered slightly, staring at the young man's slender neck.

The crisp and clean collar was stained with his body temperature, and a section of delicate white collarbone loomed beneath it.

With just one glance, the mania that Lu Zhuo had finally calmed down with killing was instantly ignited again.

His nails dug into the hard palm.

In order to avoid his crazy appearance from being noticed by Gu Xueming, he pretended to be indifferent and said: "Go away."

Lu Zhuo was about to close the door, but Gu Xueming supported the door frame with one hand, preventing him from closing the door.

The boy's always cold peach blossom eyes shone with a steadfast brilliance: "No, let me see your injury first."

His insistence instantly disintegrated Lu Zhuo's wavering intention of expelling him.

The prey that Xiao had wanted for a long time was ignorant of the dangers he might encounter, and even took the initiative to send it to his door and entered the monster's territory.

Where no one noticed, the monster's fingertips were already trembling slightly with excitement.

It was late at night, there was no lighting equipment in Lu Zhuo's room, the room was dark, like a lonely cemetery.

Gu Xueming used his supernatural ability to light up a small patch of light, faintly illuminating the dark room.

Lu Zhuo's room was empty, except for a bed, a small cabinet, and the blood-stained clothes he had just changed on the ground, there was nothing else.

Gu Xueming looked at him quietly: "Where did you get hurt?"

Lu Zhuo sneered: "Don't you ask how many people I killed first?"

The corners of Gu Xueming's lips curled into a small arc, and he replied, "No, I trust you."

In fact, he could smell that Lu Zhuo hadn't been contaminated by any human breath recently.

Hearing this, Lu Zhuo didn't speak, not knowing what he was thinking.

The next moment, Gu Xueming suddenly approached Lu Zhuo, carefully discerning the smell on his body, trying to find where his injured part was.

Lu Zhuo froze in place immediately, he could feel Gu Xueming's faint breath on his body.

After a while, he struggled to find his own voice from his throat: "Stay away from me... stay away."

Otherwise, Lu Xu couldn't guarantee what he would do to Gu Xueming if he continued to approach him.

"Is your wound on your chest?"

The faint light illuminates Gu Xueming's eyebrows and eyes, making them look more hazy and beautiful.

He ignored Lu Zhuo's resistance, stretched out his hand, and unbuttoned Lu Zhuo's shirt one by one, trying to check his wound.

Lu Zhuo suddenly tensed his body, his eyes were deep, and he watched his movements greedily.

Under the pitch-black shirt, there are Lu Zhuoleng's white muscles, refined and powerful, with an extremely aggressive sense of power.

On the left side of his chest, there were several bloody and bloody holes, piercing deeply into his chest.

Looking at the shocking scar, Gu Xueming frowned and held his breath slightly, and couldn't help but ask, "How did you get this injury?"

He raised his hand carefully, and gently covered Lu Zhuo's wound, releasing the light of purification to relieve the pain of his wound.

Ordinarily, with Lu Zhuo's physique, it is difficult for him to be injured by ordinary attacks.

After turning into a zombie, his muscles are stiffer than those of a living person, and his body's ability to resist injuries has also been greatly enhanced.

And this wound was right in his heart, deeply piercing into his chest.

Although zombies can survive without a heart, the deep scars are still daunting.

Under the light of Gu Xueming's purification, Lu Zhuo's mood seemed to ease a little.

The corner of his mouth drew a faint arc: "It's just a small injury, it's none of your business."

Gu Xueming didn't speak, but silently used purification to heal Lu Zhuo's wounds.

The room was quiet, Lu Zhuo couldn't help but raised his cold palm to touch Gu Xueming's face.

He gently stroked the young man's eyebrows, felt his breath, and slowly brushed the young man's pale lips with the palm of his hand as if inadvertently.

Lu Zhuo's sudden touch made Gu Xueming a little embarrassed. He blinked, frowned slightly, and couldn't help but grab Lu Zhuo's cold hand.

Unexpectedly, he just touched Lu Zhuo's hand.

The next moment, as if some switch was turned on, Lu Zhuo suddenly jumped up, grabbed his wrists with both hands, turned over and pressed him under his body.

Gu Xueming was forced to lie on the mattress, and his body was imprisoned by Lu Zhuo in this square inch, and there was no way to retreat.

Such a posture made him feel a little weird, and he couldn't help twisting his body, hoping to break free from Lu Zhuo's shackles: "What are you doing... let me go first."

Lu Zhuo squeezed his wrist, grasped the young man under him tighter, pressed himself on him, and felt his fresh breath.

A dark red light flashed in the Zombie King's dark eyes.

He let out a deep sigh in his throat, and said in a low magnetic voice: "Don't let it go, you were the one who delivered it to the door first."

As he spoke, Lu Zhuo buried his head in the boy's neck, touched his warm body temperature with his cold lips, and gently grabbed the boy's slightly rolling Adam's apple with his fangs.

Feeling Lu Zhuo's teeth biting his neck, Gu Xueming's eyes widened.

--how so?He wants to kill himself...

Lu Zhuo had the idea of ​​devouring the Lord? !

The next moment, Gu Xueming controlled Lu Zhuo with the power of the contract without hesitation, pushed him away, and said coldly: "Lu Zhuo, calm down, if I die, you will die as well."

You can't kill me.

With Gu Xueming's push, Lu Zhuo's wound was directly torn open.

A few drops of blue-black blood slowly flowed out from his wound, as if a few drops of thick ink were sprinkled on his powerful body.

Lu Zhuo was sitting by the bed, his clothes were open, his strong and thin figure was carved out of ice and snow, and he was icy pale.

He raised his eyes and slowly looked at Gu Xueming: "Kill you?"

Gu Xueming ignored his weird attitude, directly reached out to touch Lu Zhuo's forehead, and entered his sea of ​​consciousness forcefully.

At this moment, Lu Zhuo's sea of ​​consciousness flashed and thundered.

It's been a long time since I saw him. The sea of ​​corpses in his consciousness has become wider and more intense than when Gu Xueming entered it before, with waves rolling over and over again.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, the rusty smell of blood diffused at some point, and a faint mist of blood shrouded the sea of ​​corpses.

At the bottom of the deep and terrifying sea of ​​corpses, a burst of powerful energy gathered here.

Something is slowly changing.

The originally pitch-black sea water had a strange dark red glow.

On the execution platform, a new chain passed through Lu Zhuo's heart, exactly corresponding to the deep scar on his body in reality.

Lu Zhuo's frosty skin was covered with corpse spots one after another.

On his body, the color of the corpse spots changed from the original blue-black to dark red.

Even his eyes turned a deep red as thick as blood.

The soul body transformed by Gu Xueming's consciousness is the only light in this boundless darkness.

Lu Zhuo, who was bound by chains, slowly raised his head, staring devoutly and fanatically at the god that belonged to him alone in the darkness.

His voice was hoarse: "Can you... touch me..."

A monster in pain, also delusional to beg for the touch of the gods.

Suddenly, a bolt of lightning pierced straight into the depths of the seabed from the dark clouds.

The sea of ​​corpses was also transformed by Lu Zhuo's consciousness, and he grunted in pain.

Seeing the bursts of thunder, Gu Xueming quickly figured out the source of all the weirdness.

He gently wiped the cold sweat from Lu Zhuo's forehead: "It turns out that you are going to advance..."

Lu Zhuo looked at him and murmured: "I don't want to kill you, I just want... blood..." And you.

Gu Xueming sighed and nodded slightly: "I understand, I'm sorry." I misunderstood you just now, as compensation, I will help you advance...

As the zombie king, Lu Zhuo's realm has reached a new critical point.

The bloodthirsty instinct in his heart was greatly stimulated, and he was tortured by the urge to kill and domineering all the time.

Therefore, he is more bloodthirsty and bloodthirsty, and even makes impulsive attacks on his master.

After figuring out the truth of the matter, Gu Xueming quickly withdrew from Lu Zhuo's sea of ​​consciousness.

The moment his consciousness was withdrawn from his body, Lu Zhuo's soul was immersed in darkness and coldness again.

Lu Zhuo opened his eyes, pursed his lips in displeasure, and said nothing.

Looking at his indifferent face, Gu Xueming took the initiative to apologize to him: "I'm sorry, I ignored you before and didn't notice that you are about to advance..."

You have been able to insist on not killing people, and you have done a good job.

Immediately, Gu Xueming took out a knife from his bosom, cut a cut on his fingertip without thinking, and let the blood flow out.

He said to Lu Zhuo: "You kept our promise, this is a reward."

Seeing this scene, a look of surprise flashed across Lu Zhuo's face: "What are you doing!"

Gu Xueming explained: "You need human blood to advance. We have formed a puppet contract, and our souls are connected. My blood is a great tonic for you."

He put his hand to Lu Zhuo's lips: "I hope you can advance earlier."

Every advancement of high-level zombies is accompanied by frenzied slaughter. Killing and bloodthirsty are their instincts.

Among them, human flesh and blood can most arouse their madness.

Not to mention, it was Gu Xueming's blood.

The air was filled with the sweetness of fresh blood, and Lu Zhuo's Adam's apple moved slightly.

For him who is about to advance, the temptation brought by those few drops of blood is unmatched by anything in the world.

Lu Zhuo's eyes quickly turned scarlet.

His eyes stared straight at Gu Xueming's bloody fingertips, eager for that touch of sweet bright red.

It's... blood, it's Gu Xueming's blood...

He was like a person walking alone in the scorching sun desert, and finally found a glass of life-saving water.

However, the antidote to eliminate the pain was right in front of him, but Lu Zhuo didn't dare to go forward, he was afraid that he would hurt Gu Xueming.

His nails were deeply embedded in the hard palm, and he tried his best to suppress his madness, so suppressed that his whole body trembled.

Lu Zhuo tightened his body tightly, gritted his teeth and said: "You go, I'm afraid, it will hurt you..."

Hearing this, Gu Xueming comforted him: "Don't worry, your corpse poison has no effect on me... If you really want to hurt me, I will use the power of the contract to stop you."

After finishing speaking, he gently stroked Lu Zhuo's icy lips with bloody fingers, and smeared a bright blood on his lips: "Don't worry, I voluntarily."

At this point, Lu Zhuo finally no longer suppressed his instincts.

With trembling hands, he tightly grasped Gu Xueming's slender wrist, and sucked his fingers into his mouth with blood-stained lips.

The zombie king's icy tongue swept over the boy's fingertips heavily, rolled up the freshly oozing blood, and swallowed it into his stomach.

Lu Zhuo greedily sucked on Gu Xueming's plain fingers, not letting go of a single bit, repeatedly licking his fingertips.

In fact, the blood sucked by Lu Zhuo was not much, and Gu Xueming did not feel any discomfort.

However, Lu Zhuo looked at him aggressively, but his lips were restrained and gentle.

For some reason, such a contrast made Gu Xueming gradually feel a subtle feeling in his heart.

It was as if the fingertips were slightly electrocuted.

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