Corroded by acid rain and with a broken nose, Jiang Zhaosu's face is now covered in rotten flesh. Ordinary people cannot judge what she wants to express from her expression.
But perhaps because her eyes and roar were too sad and angry, Qi Xing strangely understood her howling.
Qi Xing: "..."
What the hell?
He swore to God, he just felt that the little zombie's clothes were too torn and he couldn't stand it, so he simply wanted to change her clothes.
Qi Xing raised his hand to cover his nose in disgust and said, "Who wants to take advantage of you? You smell so bad, it stinks. Hurry and change your clothes."
“Ahhhh!”
Jiang Zhaosu howled in grief and anger.
Her flesh is rotten, how could it not stink!
What’s the point of just changing clothes!
Jiang Zhaosu had lived for eighteen years and had never even held a man's hand, but now she was almost seen naked by a man she had just met.
A huge sense of shame swept over Jiang Zhaosu's mind. She had not yet adapted to this world and at this moment she no longer cared about whether she would make Qi Xing angry. She began to struggle violently, constantly making hoarse whimpers from her throat.
Seeing her resistance, Qi Xing couldn't help but feel a little surprised.
Not to mention that Jiang Zhaosu is a zombie now, even if Jiang Zhaosu is a normal person, in his eyes, he is just an undeveloped little kid who actually knows how to be shy.
But his sister used to be like this too. After entering puberty, she became awkward and sensitive, and sometimes she didn't even want to call her brother.
Faced with a little zombie that looked and behaved somewhat like his sister, Qi Xing softened his heart and compromised, saying, "Okay, I won't change it for you yet."
“Mmm…”
Jiang Zhaosu finally calmed down, and a longing whimper came from his throat again. His chin moved up and down, and his two round eyes stared at the old shirt that Qi Xing had just thrown on the ground.
There were traces of Qi Xing's blood on the old shirt, and the sweet smell made Jiang Zhaosu's nostrils twitch, and he wanted to bury his face in it.
What a waste, what a waste!
It would be nice if she could lick the blood.
Qi Xing understood her movements again and asked, "Are you hungry?"
“Ouch!”
Isn't this obvious? If she wasn't so hungry, would she come to him and commit suicide?
Qi Xing didn't intend to let this little zombie suck his blood.
In his eyes, Jiang Zhaosu is now just a pet he keeps.
How could a person who raises tigers cut his own flesh for the tigers to eat? Wouldn't that be courting death?
However, feeding the pet is also the owner's responsibility.
Qi Xing had already figured out how to help Jiang Zhaosu fill his stomach.
He smiled, reached out to help Jiang Zhaosu straighten his tattered collar, and said softly, "Wait a moment, there will be food soon."
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