This was the first time Song's mother had seen such full emotion on Song Wenwen's face, which was covered in rotten flesh.

Even her pitiful expression excited her immensely.

This means her daughter will get better and better.

Song's mother really wanted to see Song Wenwen become as beautiful and graceful as before.

The little blue zombie didn't look at Song's mother or pay attention to anyone else; it just stared at Bai Xizhu, its rotting eyes almost dripping with tears of grievance.

The little blue zombie really wanted to rush towards Bai Xizhu, stretching out its arms...

It wasn't that I wanted to eat Bai Xizhu; it was just a subconscious instinct.

She didn't know what a hug was; she only knew that she wanted to be closer to Bai Xizhu.

Perhaps it was because Bai Xizhu smelled particularly good, or perhaps she had given herself many beautiful dresses, or perhaps Zhang Yiming had given her a strict order to protect Bai Xizhu.

In short, the little blue zombie looked at Bai Xizhu with deep grievance and longing.

Perhaps because of the long separation, the little blue zombie just wanted to get a little closer to Bai Xizhu.

But she dared not, because her emperor forbade it.

The emperor's order had already been issued the moment Bai Xizhu was encountered.

Don't get close to her, don't bite her...

The little blue zombie always obeyed the emperor's orders, but the more time it spent with Bai Xizhu, the more it wanted to get closer to her. She smelled nice, and the dress she gave it was beautiful.

How could I not want to get closer!

Long time no see, how have you been?

Bai Xizhu greeted him as if he had met a normal human friend.

He immediately noticed the little blue zombie's clothes; it was still a blue dress, but it wasn't one of the ones he had given her before.

Although black blood occasionally seeped from its face, the little blue zombie's dress remained clean.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw inside the little blue zombie's house. There was only black blood left by the little blue zombie when it smashed the door; the rest of the place was still clean.

"roar--"

The little blue zombie couldn't speak yet, and could only roar in response. Moreover, she couldn't understand what Bai Xizhu meant at all.

I just subconsciously felt that I should respond.

When the little blue zombie roared, its mouth opened wide, the rotting flesh at the corners of its mouth burst open, and black blood flowed down its cheeks and neck.

The dark blood had no vitality whatsoever, only the smell of decay.

"Wenwen, come here, turn your head a little this way."

When Song's mother saw the blood flowing down the little blue zombie's face, she quickly took it and pulled out a fairly thick towel.

I don't know when I put on gloves.

She carefully pushed the little blue zombie's head to the side, and gently pressed the white towel into the little blue zombie's cracked, rotting flesh.

I didn't dare wipe it, because the rotten flesh was too easy to fall off. If I wiped it, it would leave pits formed by rotten flesh on Song Wenwen's face.

The white towel was quickly soaked with black blood, and the little blue zombie seemed to have an endless supply of black blood.

After cleaning the black blood off Song Wenwen's face, Song's mother put the black towel into a box specifically used to store Song Wenwen's clothes.

The box contained many towels stained with black blood, as well as many dresses.

They were all wearing blue dresses, but the blue dresses were stained with a lot of black blood, which seemed like a waste of resources.

The box was almost full. Wearing gloves, Song's mother threw all the clothes and towels in the box into the washing machine that was used to wash Song Wenwen's clothes.

The washing machine made a slight humming sound, and from the outside, you could see that the water inside had suddenly turned pitch black, as thick as ink.

After putting the things into the washing machine, Song's mother grabbed a clean white towel and held it in her hand again, ready to help Song Wenwen wipe away the black blood flowing from the rotting flesh.

Song Wenwen has obsessive-compulsive disorder related to cleanliness.

So Song's mother really treated her as the Wenwen from before.

Even though she had no sense of self, Song's mother still couldn't bear to let Song Wenwen become dirty.

Her daughter should be this beautiful.

Even after she turned into a zombie, Song's mother still treated Song Wenwen as a human being.

He patiently cleaned up the black blood that Song Wenwen had spilled on the ground, and even sprayed Song Wenwen with her favorite perfume.

While Song's mother was tidying Song Wenwen's clothes and wiping away the black blood, Song Wenwen looked completely dazed.

She showed no emotional reaction to Song's mother's behavior, and her eyes were only fixed on Bai Xizhu.

To her, the Song family members were nothing but inedible flesh and blood!

There were no other feelings besides that.

"Wenwen, come over here."

Seeing that Song Wenwen was standing still and Song Hongfei was looking at her with doting eyes, Bai Xizhu led Song Wenwen to Song Hongfei's side.

Song Hongfei washed his hands and put on white gloves.

"Wenwen, what do you want to eat today? Lamb chops or chicken?"

Song Hongfei gently tidied Song Wenwen's slightly disheveled long hair.

Song Wenwen's hair was very long, but it looked very fluffy, unlike other zombies whose hair was covered in black blood.

It's likely that Song Wenwen washes and combs her hair frequently.

Song Wenwen stood motionless, unmoved by Song Hongfei's words.

She has always been like this, never responding to what the Song family says. It's unclear whether she didn't understand or simply disdained to respond to humans.

"Little Blue, do you prefer lamb chops or chicken?"

Bai Xizhu pointed to two plates on the kitchen table.

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