Chapter 527: Cold-blooded Zombie Queen vs. Soft-eared Rabbit Leader 42
The alien knelt on one knee, lowered its huge head, and bowed in submission, not daring to look the man in the eye.
Its ugly cheeks moved slightly, and a deep, hoarse voice came out of its throat:
"King, when I went to war, I received no orders not to take action."
Rose Gentleman nodded thoughtfully, even smiling:
"So, I'm the one who's wrong."
Hearing his laughter, the alien lowered its head even lower, its forehead touching the ground, completely devoid of dignity. "It is my fault for not doing my job well. Please punish me, King."
The red rose appeared in the man's hand at some point. He was sitting on the throne, his bony hands playing with the rose's branches and leaves. He lowered his eyes with affection, his fingertips stroking the rose's stems and leaves, as if gently stroking his lover's hair.
"What are the casualties?"
The aliens who kowtowed and confessed their guilt did not dare to conceal anything and reported the casualties of the old, weak and sick team in detail.
The man twirled the gorgeous rose on his fingertips and tilted his head lazily. His hair on his forehead blocked his eyes. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, but there was no smile in his eyes.
After hearing the alien's report, he slowly repeated it, his voice soft and gentle, like the sound of nature:
"A pair of hands are broken..."
The man slowly raised his eyes, revealing a pair of cold, dark eyes.
"I couldn't even bear to touch her, how dare you?"
There was murderous intent in his eyes, but his tone was still smiling, like the whisper of a lover.
The alien trembled, finally understanding who the man in front of him was and became furious.
"King, please give me a chance to make amends."
"It's too late."
Tang Lu's black eyes suddenly turned, his gaze was sharp, the rose in his hand flew out of his palm, and the petals turned into sharp blades, piercing the alien's eyebrows.
The blood-stained red rose became even more fragrant and gorgeous. It stretched out its branches and leaves, and the red blood gradually faded and merged with the color of its flower.
It stood quietly in the air and became an ordinary red rose, beautiful and gorgeous.
After making sure that the blood was completely digested, Rose spun around and accelerated, flying back into Tang Lu's chest pocket, obedient and quiet.
“Gurgle gurgle…”
There was a strange sound of someone swallowing liquid in the hall.
The bodies of the dead aliens became visibly shriveled.
The vines wrapped around the throne slowly surged up and down, like the esophagus of a human when eating.
The small white flowers on the green vines gradually turned into blood red, the color was rich and gorgeous, as if blood would seep out in the next second.
When the swallowing sound disappeared, the alien's corpse also disappeared.
The place where the body had been was clean and tidy, as if everything that had just happened was an illusion.
The man's slender jade-like fingertips struck the gem-studded armrests of the throne. His sharp eyes looked around, scanning the aliens with freakish intentions.
"Seeing her is like seeing me."
………
Jing Che bandaged Quan Jiu's broken left arm and gave him some special instructions.
"Don't do anything during this time. Just focus on healing. Do you understand?"
Quan Jiu felt a little headache: "Even low-level zombies can't be defeated?"
Tang Sui decisively stopped her from thinking: "No."
Quan Jiusheng stared at his left arm in plaster with a helpless look: "It will take at least half a month to recover, right?"
She is so weak now. If we don’t let her kill monsters and zombies for half a month, it would be better to kill her.
She looked at Wang Jingyang for help: "Old Wang, you are more mature and sensible than them, please persuade them."
Wang Jingyang, who had always supported her, smiled kindly:
"This time I think Xiao Che is right. You should take good care of your injuries first. I can't always let you rush to the front. After what happened last night, the children have grown up. Flowers in a greenhouse are prone to premature death. Xiao Tong, try to let them go and let them have some fun."
Song Lan raised his hand: "I second the motion."
Quan Jiu instantly became a lone commander with no one to help her. She sighed helplessly:
"Okay, I'll listen to you. I'll be healing well recently."
…
Quan Jiu took out a bottle of spicy oil Lao Gan Ma, but before it was opened, it was confiscated by Jing Che, who handed her a bottle of milk.
"You can't eat spicy food now."
Quan Jiu: "..."
It would be better to kill her.
She finally suppressed the urge to "kill her brother" and returned to the living room. She took out a military map, but before she could mark anything on it, Tang Sui took it away.
"Sister, you need to rest now. Don't overuse your brain."
Quan Jiu tried to protect his own interests: "I hurt my hand, not my brain."
Tang Sui pulled out a copy of "A Guide to Rapid Recovery for Orthopedic Patients" and read the sentence on the third row of page 17:
"That won't work either. The book says that overusing your brain will affect the healing speed of wounds."
Quan Jiu: "Doesn't the book say that a patient's bad mood will also affect the speed of wound recovery?"
Tang Sui closed the book with the respectful and cautious attitude of a scientific researcher:
"I did, but I think you're in a good mood."
Quan Jiu: "...I don't care what you think, I care what I think."
"Protests are useless." Jing Che pushed her directly into Long Yan's room, "Just stay with Brother Seventeen and recuperate with your injuries."
With a click, the bedroom door closed.
Quan Jiu turned around helplessly and went into the house. Looking at the man lying on the bed wrapped like a mummy, her expression relaxed a little.
"Seventeen, does the wound still hurt?"
Long Yan was too badly injured to move, and could only stare at her with his eyes rolling around:
"It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt at all."
He saw her eyes turn red yesterday, and at that moment, the pain in his chest was more painful than a knife.
Quan Jiu sat down beside his bed and looked at the blood-soaked bandage. She stretched out a finger and poked it in without mercy.
"hiss……"
Long Yan gasped in pain.
Quan Jiu lowered his eyes and looked at him: "Doesn't it hurt?"
Long Yan pursed his lips in grievance, knowing that he was in the wrong. He stared with his blue eyes without saying a word.
Quan Jiu put on a serious look:
"If it hurts, it hurts. If it doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt. Seventeen, there's no need to hide anything from me."
She knew he didn't want her to worry, but if he kept it a secret, it would only make her more worried.
"You and Jing Che are both people I trust the most, so don't hide anything from me, okay?" Quan Jiu said seriously.
When Long Yan heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up.
She used to say—
"In the end times, Jing Che is the only person I can trust."
But now, she said—
"You and Jing Che are both the people I trust the most."
Same as Jing Che.
The person you trust the most.
Long Yan silently repeated this sentence several times in his heart, and the corners of his mouth rose unconsciously.
As soon as Quan Jiu saw his expression, she knew that he was thinking about random things again. She gently tapped his eyebrows to bring him back to his senses:
"Now answer me honestly, does the wound still hurt?"
Long Yan nodded obediently, like a primary school student who went to complain to his parents after being bullied:
"Tongtong, it hurts."
He frowned and honestly told how he felt.
"It hurts everywhere, like I was stabbed so many times..."
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