This guy's life... is quite eventful.

Out of curiosity, Si Jin picked it up and took a look.

Durex, Firming Type, Smallest Size.

He couldn't help but chuckle softly.

Ren Xinjue, no way!

However, whether this guy was good or not was none of his business, so he simply threw it on the table, wiped his hands, and went to the study to check the home security cameras.

If Ren Xinjue brings other men or women to the house to do *that*, then this place will be dirty.

He will move to a different house.

Fortunately, Ren Xinjue still considered his status to some extent.

They only hid some insignificant tools and didn't bring any outsiders back.

Si Jin rubbed her eyes, planning to hire some housekeepers to clean the house thoroughly tomorrow.

I stretched and went outside.

Just as he was about to ask Ren Linyuan to rest with him, he saw a silly-looking zombie sitting in the bathroom.

He stared blankly at the pile of compact, smallest size items on the table.

He didn't seem to have seen that thing before.

I stared at it for a while, then took it apart.

He stuck his finger in and poked it, getting his hand covered in oil.

Seeing this, Si Jin smiled and walked over, pulling the person back a little, reminding her, "This is too small, it's not suitable for you, and besides, you seem to be..."

The boy's gaze moved downwards, slowly settling below Ren Linyuan's waist.

He paused, then reluctantly added four more words.

"Not much use."

After saying that, he seemed rather disappointed.

After washing Ren Linyuan's hands, she led him to a guest room that Ren Xinjue hadn't touched.

Exhale and lie down to rest.

Xiao Yao keenly sensed her host's "dangerous" thoughts and weakly reminded her: "If you want it, why don't you just say so?"

I'm older than Little Heavenly Lord, so it's not appropriate to bring this up first.

Si Jin is, after all, an elder of the Heavenly Realm, and all the gods must address him as Marshal.

In some places, there are some strange insistences and an idol image to maintain.

If you won't say it, just take action.

So, aside from his clothes, he rubbed against the cold, lifeless zombie.

And he even got himself into trouble...

Sigh, the spoiled LSP he'd been pampered suddenly stopped working.

He has absolutely no improper thoughts, not even a kiss!

What's going on here?

Having not slept well the night before, Si Jin simply got up early the next morning and headed to the laboratory.

I deeply believe that a drug to repair zombies should be developed as soon as possible.

Otherwise, this little Heavenly Lord is far too different from the one in the previous world.

Ren Linyuan got up with Si Jin and was thoughtfully served a couple of sips of hot milk and a few bites of a sandwich.

He stood at the door and saw Si Jin off to the lab car.

After the boy left, the majestic and domineering zombie king stared at the departing tram, frozen into a statue waiting for its husband.

After a long pause, she turned around blankly and went back to her room, where she obediently tidied up the dishes.

Thirty minutes after Jinjin left, I thought of him, I thought of him, I thought of him.

… …

On the other side, Si Jin leaned lazily against the car, observing the scenery outside from the back seat.

A faint fragrance wafted into his nostrils. He took a deep breath and asked a question, seemingly unintentionally.

"Isn't it usually Uncle Wang who picks me up? Why is it someone else today? I don't think I've seen you at the research institute before."

The driver, wearing a mask and sporting a long scar on his face, casually replied, "Old Wang is sick today, so he asked me to fill in. I'm new here."

"Really?" Si Jin's beautiful eyes flickered, as if she couldn't sense any danger, and she continued chatting with the driver: "Then you have better taste than Uncle Wang, you even changed the incense in the car."

As he spoke, the white-haired boy slowly sat up and took a deep breath.

Her beautiful peach blossom eyes immediately lit up: "The incense with a hint of blood smells so good."

"The more you smell it, the more it tantalizes your senses."

"I'm so itchy... I want to kill someone."

As soon as he finished speaking, the driver's eyes sharpened. Before he could react, the boy had already teleported to the passenger seat.

He quickly pulled out the gun he was about to use to commit the crime.

The gun was cocked and pressed against his neck.