Zombie Girlfriend Evolution Theory

When Yu Lan was in pain, he could only watch... he could only watch, and he couldn't even play a role at all.

He was not there when she was eaten by a zombie, and when she became a zombie and lost consciousness, he was powerless even when she couldn't eat anything.

From the beginning to the end, she was carrying it all by herself... She relied on herself to maintain consciousness, she overcame the pain by herself, and adapted to the fact that she was a zombie by herself.

A feeling of weakness but self-blame invaded Shang Mo Wen's heart, almost drowning him.

At this time, Mo Wen did not realize that if he had not found Yu Lan in time, Yu Lan, who had become a zombie, would not be able to survive on a pair of arms; if he hadn’t been taking care of Yu Lan, Yu Lan would have been lacking in energy. One day you will slurp on human flesh, and there is no way to maintain consciousness for a long time.

Yu Lan's strong will is one aspect of her maintenance of consciousness, and the other is because of the existence of Mowen.

"Awen..."

With both hands around Mo Wen's waist, Yu Lan opened her eyes pitifully and tried her best to make her voice sound softer, but no matter how soft she was, her voice was still hoarse and broken:

"I, it's okay."

Patting Mo Wen on the back to comfort him, Yu Lan repeated these three words over and over again, but Mo Wen still tightly looped around her and didn't let go.

Can't see Mo Wen's face, Yu Lan can't judge Mo Wen's mood right now, only know that his arm is harder and harder, almost crushing her.

"Woo..."

She worries about her stuff again.

Lowering her eyes and burying her head on Mo Wen's neck, she gently kissed his auricle.

I'm really fine...

The icy lips made the Mowen stand up for a moment when he fell on Mowen's ears. He didn't have any interest in continuing to play in the snow, and he turned around holding Yu Lan and left this place.

When they left, they brushed the snowman they had just piled up. A large area was missing on the side of the snowman, and his chubby head fell to the ground and fell to pieces.

Yu Lan, who was lying on Mowen's shoulder, looked at the broken snowman, hung his head and looked a little lost.

"Don't play in the snow anymore." Trapped Yu Lan in his arms, Mo Wen's voice sounded so gentle, but it made Yu Lan feel terrified inexplicably.

"Since there is no way to share your pain, then I will isolate all the existence that makes you painful." He paused for a long time before saying again, "Except for me."

Realizing that her gadgets seemed a little strange, Yu Lan cleverly leaned on Mo Wen's shoulder, closing his eyes lightly without any retort.

The thing that the thing does is definitely for her, as long as she obediently... it's okay.

She didn't want to make him unhappy.

At this moment, Yu Lan's head suddenly ached again, and the tingling sensation of the brain's detachment from the body made her tremble.

This is the second time I feel this way...

"Blue?"

As soon as Yu Lan had an abnormality, he immediately noticed it. He immediately stopped and held Yu Lan in his arms, stroking her cold face worriedly.

This pain probably only lasted a few seconds, and after it passed, I felt nothing.

The hand that hugged Mowen rubbed, Yu Lan bent his eyes and looked nothing unusual.

"What happened to you just now?" Mo Wen asked nervously.

Yu Lan shook his head, and withdrew into Mo Wen's arms, with two bright eyes:

"Roar……"

I'm fine.

Seeing that Yu Lan had returned to her previous active appearance, Mo Wen breathed a sigh of relief and rubbed her head smoothly.

Hugging Mo Wen's neck, Yu Lan closed his eyes, always feeling a little tired.

[If you don’t come, you will die. 】

The remaining voice in the subconscious awakened her like a wake-up call. She opened her eyes sharply and looked to the southwest.

...

"My lord, I got it." Lingxiu walked out of a dilapidated alley with two dark backpacks, and whispered while watching Xu Jielin who was standing at the entrance of the alley.

Xu Jielin, who seemed to have been staying in the house for a few days, raised his eyelids lightly, showing no expression on his face.

It is naturally impossible for him to come to the handover city in person to do nothing.

"Sir, shall we go back now?" Lingxiu asked in a low voice after moving his backpack somewhat restrainedly.

Noting the uncomfortable appearance of spiritual cultivation, Xu Jielin frowned slightly, staring at the dark blue under his eyes and asked, "Have you not rested these few days?"

Lingxiu's eyes widened as if he was shocked. He shook his head quickly, not daring to look directly at Xu Jielin's eyes, "I might recognize the bed... I didn't rest well at night."

"Acknowledge the bed?" Xu Jie raised his eyebrows, and Lingxiu had been walking north and south with him over the past two years. Sometimes he couldn't even sleep in the bed... Could he still recognize the bed?

Lingxiu scratched his head and smiled with a guilty conscience.

"In this case, you should go back and rest first." Xu Jielin turned around and said lightly.

"My lord, won't you go back?" Seeing Xu Jielin walking in the opposite direction from where they live, Lingxiu hurried to catch up and asked.

"Spiritual cultivation." Xu Jielin paused, "I don't ask too much about some things because I trust you. I hope you will not let down my trust."

Lingxiu was stunned, and Xu Jielin was nowhere to be seen when he recovered.

He lowered his head with a wry smile, feeling bitter in his heart.

Live up to trust? Even so, he dare not tell the truth...

This will be his lifelong suffering.

Xu Jielin actually didn't have much place to go. He stopped and went aimlessly, and finally stood at the window door of a trading shop.

The door of this trading shop was closed tightly, and the ornaments inside had been dusted from the window, as if it had been displayed for a long time.

With his hands on the window, Xu Jielin leaned close to the window and set his eyes on a delicate music box.

There was dust on the music box, but there were circles of exquisite patterns faintly visible on it, and it would look great if the dust was wiped off.

The first birthday gift he gave to Yu Lan was a music box.

"Is there anyone inside?" Xu Jielin knocked on the window, and no one answered.

The room was so dark that he could only see around the window with squinting.

In addition, the glass is not very clean, which hinders his vision.

When I walked to the door, I found that the door was also locked and could not be opened at all. A thick layer of snow fell on the door handle.

Raising his hand to sweep the snow off the handle, Xu Jielin attached his handle to the keyhole seemingly at random for two seconds and then pulled the doorknob to open the door.

The door lock had lost its original appearance, and fell off the door panel with a "clang".

As soon as he opened the door, Xu Jielin smelled a pungent and rancid smell. He walked into the room expressionlessly and turned on the light with his backhand.