Lan Jiao felt a little uncomfortable and wanted to retract his things under his scales, but he found that he had no scales at this time, only a bunch of ugly and messy black grass, and his beautiful tail also disappeared.
These look like the legs of a land orc, don't they? Why is Tu Ling's memory on land, and why does she have legs?
He placed his hands on his thighs in disbelief and moved his left leg tentatively.
The zombie's body was too stiff, and Lan Jiao couldn't move his left leg at all. When he finally moved it, it startled his master instead.
Then he moved his left foot first, then his right foot, and after moving his right foot, he moved both legs together.
“Ho ho ho ho—”
Although there was no expression on the zombie's face, Tu Ling could still feel that the zombie seemed a little happy?
She held down the still-moving zombie, dragged a chair from the table, and sat down face to face with Lan Jiao. Their knees touched, and Tu Ling asked, "Do you know me?"
She had long noticed that the zombie was either looking at herself or her, and was particularly excited to see her.
Lan Jiao knew that Tu Ling couldn't understand what he was saying, so he stared with his blue eyes and nodded.
"Then do you still remember who you are?"
The little zombie looked down at his unfamiliar body. He knew his name was Lan Jiao, the king of the merman tribe, but he had no idea whose body he had chosen. Should he say he knew or didn't? After a moment's hesitation, he nodded.
It was just a dream, he could do whatever he wanted.
"When did you become conscious? Did you become conscious as soon as you turned into a zombie, or did it just come suddenly?"
Lan Jiao frowned, a bit confused by Tu Ling's words. What did "unconscious" mean? Didn't unconsciousness mean death? And what were zombies? A new species?
The little zombie shook his head with a pale face, and then Tu Ling continued to ask a few questions, but the little zombie didn't know the answers.
Tu Ling sighed, picked Lan Jiao up from the bed, pressed him on the bench and tied him tightly with a rope, then picked up her pajamas and went to the bathroom to take a shower.
The sound of dripping water came from the bathroom. Lan Jiao felt itchy and wanted to stand up, but he was stuck on the stool and couldn't move.
He closed his eyes, and the knot behind the bench actually moved slowly, untying it.
Lan Jiao stood up, dragged his less flexible legs to the bathroom, and reached out to turn the doorknob.
But the moment he opened the door, he was suddenly pushed to the ground.
Her pale, cold cheeks pressed against the porcelain-white floor, and warm water flowed down the floor over Lan Jiao's body. The already thin and transparent shirt now clung to her body, making it almost the same as if she wasn't wearing anything.
The zombie blinked in confusion before he could react to why he suddenly fell to the ground.
Tu Ling twisted Lan Jiao's arm with one hand, pressed on Lan Jiao's head with the other, pressed his knee against Lan Jiao's lower back, and sat on Lan Jiao's body with his whole body.
"Little zombie?" Tu Ling was a little surprised as she looked at the zombie under her with a thin waist and long legs, but with a strange skin color.
She was taking a shower when she heard some noise. She thought someone had come in. She thought it was those shameless people, and she also guessed it was someone with bad intentions, but she never guessed it was this zombie.
She checked the flexibility of the zombie's body and found it very clumsy. Moreover, the knot she tied was very skillful. Even if she didn't use her superpowers to burn it, she couldn't break free. How did she untie this zombie that had difficulty walking?
Lan Jiao turned his head sideways and saw Tu Ling behind him. At this moment, Tu Ling was only wearing a bath towel, but it could not cover anything. Although Tu Ling was wearing a tube top when she was in the sea, for some reason, Tu Ling was particularly charming at this moment, making him close his eyes embarrassedly.
Tu Ling let go of his hand, stood up, and with one effort, he lifted up Lan Jiao, who was almost curled up into a ball. Looking at the wet little zombie, Tu Ling patiently brought him under the shower head and turned on the switch.
Warm water poured down from Lan Jiao's head. He didn't hide, as he couldn't feel the heat anyway. Lan Jiao stared at Tu Ling through the curtain of water and slowly uttered two words: "Lan Jiao."
"Lan Jiao?" Tu Ling was surprised that the zombie actually spoke: "Is that your name?"
Lan Jiao nodded, thinking that it was you who chose this name.
“It sounds good.”
Tu Ling stripped off Lan Jiao's shirt, revealing the boy's upright and youthful body. Tu Ling whistled, "The boy is so young."
Unlike Xu Zhizhi's exaggerated muscles, nor like Gu Chen's well-proportioned body and the standard male model figure with eight-pack abs, Lan Jiao relies purely on his perfect skeleton and delicate and thin skin. It's just that because he turned into a zombie, his originally white and glowing skin has lost its luster. But paired with his beautiful and world-weary face, his dull skin makes him look less like a real person, and more like a selfless ghost from hell who demands nothing.
After taking a shower, Tu Ling gave her clothes to Lan Jiao. Since her everyday clothes didn't fit her, she could only wear her loose nightgown.
Looking at Lan Jiao in a white silk nightgown, Tu Ling couldn't help laughing. The contrast was too funny. She finally understood why her subordinates always urged her to let Gu Chen wear women's clothes. Thinking of Gu Chen wearing women's clothes, she couldn't help but shudder.
Tu Ling pushed Lan Jiao back onto the bench and tied him up again: "Come, show me again how you broke free."
Lan Jiao refused this time. Why did Tu Ling always tie him up and let him untie himself? Wasn't she playing tricks on him?
Looking at the angry Lan Jiao, Tu Ling lay down on the bed nonchalantly: "If you don't like it, forget it. Just stay there tonight."
Lan Jiao stared at Tu Ling for a while and found that she was really asleep. The rope unlocked itself again. Lan Jiao groped his way onto the bed in the dark. Looking at Tu Ling, whose face was not very clear under the moonlight, he felt the urge to do something, but he didn't know what he wanted to do. So he simply lifted the quilt and crawled in, hugging the still sleeping Tu Ling, and he felt much more comfortable.
In the darkness, Tu Ling opened his eyes with a smug expression, "Little guy, this still can't defeat you."
She didn't know why, but when she saw this zombie for the first time, she felt that he was familiar and wanted to get close to him very much. Since she had such a feeling in her heart, she would never let herself down and simply accepted it. Besides, zombies were not considered human beings, so she did not break her promise to Su Jiu.
If Su Jiu knew Tu Ling's plan, he would definitely call her a scumbag.
The next day, Tu Ling got up early and asked Lan Jiao to go back to the bench quickly, so as not to be seen by those men and make a fuss in the villa again. Tu Ling didn't want to admit that she was afraid of those men, she just felt it was troublesome.
Tu Ling yawned as she went downstairs and saw Gu Chen wearing a pink apron, cooking in the kitchen with a pot in one hand and a spatula in the other.
"Good morning, Gu Chen," Tu Ling greeted.
Gu Chen hesitated for a moment, as if he had made up his mind. He closed his eyes and called out, "Good morning, wife."
(End of this chapter)
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