Chapter 1602 Fellow Daoist, Please Wait 12
Up close, the man's smooth skin was astonishingly beautiful, like a piece of flawless, warm jade.
Song Jinhuan suspects that Xiaoyu is not a type of zombie.
According to the manual, all the unearthed zombies had blue faces and fangs, or uneven and bumpy faces.
No zombie has ever been unearthed that is indistinguishable from a normal person in terms of skin texture and eye color... but there are some, Xiaoyu is more handsome than the average man.
The girl's voice seemed to come from a very far place, breaking through layers of hazy mist and finally reaching his ears.
His light brown eyes blinked blankly a few times, and his lips twitched stiffly and slowly, as he was still not quite able to control his facial features.
His subtle expression was caught by Song Jinhuan, who had been watching him closely.
"You understand what I mean?" The girl's clear eyes revealed disbelief.
The man still looked bewildered, but after a few breaths, he successfully received and understood her words.
The stiff neck was pressed down slightly.
A very subtle nodding motion.
Song Jinhuan was overjoyed. "Xiaoyu, since you can understand me, you must listen to me obediently from now on, okay?"
She tilted her head back and turned to look at him, her voice soft and seductive.
The girl stared nervously at the man.
She made no attempt to hide her expectations.
Then I saw him nod again.
Song Jinhuan was overjoyed, and her emotions infected the man.
The man's head tilted slightly to the left involuntarily as his extremely slow-moving brain struggled to think, eventually piecing together a brief summary of information.
Xiao Yu.
obedient.
Equivalent to her, will, open, heart.
A hint of understanding flashed in his light brown eyes.
The place where Song Yuande and his group stayed in Pingchang County was a two-courtyard house.
"Your room is ready, and your clothes are in the closet. Go take a shower and change your clothes."
Song Yuande's gaze shifted to the dirty bald man beside him. He paused, then said, "And him too, change your clothes."
Song Jinhuan indicated that she understood and led the man into the house. Soon after, Cheng Yong'an came over with clothes in his hands. "My master asked me to bring these over. He should be able to wear them."
Song Jinhuan accepted the gift and thanked him. Her father was indeed very good at accumulating wealth, and he became extremely particular about his clothing, food, housing, and transportation, wearing only the finest things.
For example, the material in my hand is smooth and lightweight, and even in the sweltering summer, wearing it will give you a cool feeling.
In short, she and her fellow students all enjoyed working alongside him.
Song Jinhuan watched Cheng Yong'an leave, then turned around and saw Xiaoyu standing stiffly against the wall.
"Can you dress yourself?" she asked.
The man's gaze slowly moved from her face to her hands, revealing a hint of confusion.
It then quickly fell back onto her face.
Can't understand?
Song Jinhuan was puzzled, so he patted the stool and said, "Come here and sit down."
The other party made a move.
When he tried to sit down, his stiff body could only bend down a little.
His body seemed to be stuck.
The decayed joints could not move flexibly.
Song Jinhuan even heard the "crackling" sound of bones squeezing against each other as he forced his way down.
Suddenly, I had a real understanding of what a thousand years is like.
She patted his shoulder, "Old Yu, you should stand up."
Calling her Xiaoyu is no longer appropriate.
A look of grievance flashed across the man's face as he slowly straightened up, his head bowed.
Song Jinhuan soaked a handkerchief and wiped his face and head, only to find that the other person's clothes were just a little dirty.
She thought for a moment, then reached out to pull off his robe.
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