Goblin Goblin: Don't flirt, the villain is blackening

Chapter 523 Cold-blooded Zombie Queen vs. Cute Lop-eared Rabbit Leader 42

The alien knelt on one knee, lowered his huge head, and bowed in submission, not daring to look directly into the man's eyes.

Its ugly cheeks moved slightly, and a deep and hoarse voice escaped from its throat:

"King, when I went to war, I did not receive an order not to take action."

The rose gentleman nodded thoughtfully, even with a smile:

"So, I was the one who was wrong."

Hearing his laughter, the alien buried his head lower, his forehead touching the ground, with no dignity at all: "I am not doing my job well, please punish me."

The red rose appeared in the man's hand at some unknown time. He was sitting on the throne, and his big and jointed hands were playing with the rose branches and leaves. He lowered his eyes lovingly, and ran his fingertips across the rose stems and leaves, as if stroking his lover's hair.

:

"What are the casualties?"

The alien who kowtowed and confessed did not dare to hide anything, and carefully reported the casualties of the old, weak, sick and disabled team truthfully.

The man twirled the delicate rose on his fingertips and tilted his head lazily. The hair on his forehead blocked his eyes. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, but there was no smile in his eyes.

After hearing the alien's report, he repeated slowly, his voice soft, like the sound of nature:

"My hands were broken..."

The man slowly raised his eyes, revealing a pair of cold, dark eyes.

"I can't bear to lay a finger on her. How dare you...?"

Killing intent emerged in his eyes, but his tone was still smiling, like a lover's whisper.

The alien shivered and finally understood who the man in front of him was so angry about.

"King, please give me a chance to make amends."

"It's late."

Tang Lu's black eyes suddenly turned, his gaze sharp. The rose in his hand flew out of his hand, and the petals turned into sharp blades, piercing the alien's eyebrows.

The blood-stained red rose becomes more fragrant and beautiful. It stretches its branches and leaves, and the red blood gradually fades away and blends with its flower color.

It stood quietly in the sky and became an ordinary red rose again, beautiful and gorgeous.

After making sure that the blood was completely digested, the rose spun faster and flew back to the pocket on Tang Lu's chest, obediently and quietly.

"Gulu gulu..."

There was a strange sound of swallowing liquid in the hall.

The bodies of the dead alien species became visibly shriveled to the naked eye.

The vines wrapping around the throne surge up and down slowly, just like the esophagus of a human's throat when eating.

The white flowers on the green vine gradually turned into blood red, the color was rich and delicate, as if blood would ooze out in the next second.

When the sound of swallowing disappeared, the body of the alien species also disappeared.

The place where the body had stayed was clean and tidy, as if everything just now was an illusion.

The man's slender jade-like fingertips hit the armrest of the throne studded with gems. His sharp eyes looked around, scanning the aliens with weird intentions.

"Seeing her is like seeing me."

………

Jingche bandaged Quan Jiu's broken left arm and gave special instructions.

"Don't do anything else during this period and just recuperate, do you hear me?"

Quan Jiu had a headache: "You can't even fight low-level zombies?"

Tang Sui decisively stopped her thoughts: "No."

Quan Jiu Sheng stared at the plastered left arm without love: "It will take at least half a month, right?"

She is so weak now. If she is not allowed to fight monsters and zombies for half a month, I might as well kill her.

She turned to Wang Jingyang for help: "Old Wang, you are more mature and sensible than them, please advise them."

Wang Jingyang, who has always supported her, smiled kindly:

"This time I think Xiao Che is right. You need to recover well first. I can't let you rush to the front every time. After last night, the children have grown up, and the flowers in the greenhouse are prone to die young. Xiaotong, you

Just try to let them have a go."

Song Lan raised his hand: "I second the proposal."

Quan Jiu instantly became a helpless commander. She sighed helplessly:

"Okay, I'll listen to you. I've been recovering from my injuries lately."

…

Quan Jiu took out a bottle of Spicy Lao Ganma. Before it was opened, Jing Che confiscated it and he 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", returned to the living room, and took out a military map. Before she could mark it, Tang Sui took the map away.

"Sister, you need to rest now and don't overuse your brain."

Quan Jiu tried to protect his own interests: "What I hurt was my hand, not my brain."

Tang Sui took out a copy of "Quick Recovery Guide for Orthopedic Patients" and read out the sentence in the third row on page 17:

"That won't work either. The book says that excessive mental use will affect the recovery speed of the wound."

Quan Jiu: "Did the book say that the patient's poor mood will also affect the recovery speed of the wound?"

Tang Sui closed the book with the respectful and cautious attitude of a scientific researcher:

"I told you, but I think you are in a good mood."

Quan Jiu: "...I don't want you to feel it, I want me to feel it."

"The protest is ineffective." Jing Che pushed her directly into Long Yan's room, "You can just recuperate with Brother Qi."

With a click, the bedroom door closed.

Quan Jiu turned around helplessly and entered the room. She looked at the man lying on the bed, wrapped like a mummy, and her face softened slightly.

"Seventeen, does the wound still hurt?"

Long Yan was too seriously injured and couldn't move. He could only stare at her with two eyes:

"It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt at all."

He saw her eyes red yesterday. At that moment, the cramp in his chest hurt more than a knife.

Quan Jiu sat down beside his bed and looked at the blood-soaked bandage. She mercilessly poked it in with a finger.

"hiss……"

Long Yan gasped in pain.

Quan Jiu lowered his eyes and looked at him: "It doesn't hurt, doesn't it?"

Long Yan pursed his lips in grievance, knowing that he was in the wrong, and stared with blue eyes without saying anything.

Quan Jiu put on a serious expression:

"If it hurts, it hurts. If it doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt. Seventeen, there is no need to hide it in front of me."

She knew that he didn't want her to worry, but if he kept it secret, it would only make her worry more.

"You, like Jing Che, are the people I trust 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 of the world, Jingche is the only person I can trust."

But now, she said——

"You, like Jing Che, are the people I trust the most."

Same as Jingche.

The most trusted person.

Long Yan silently repeated this sentence several times in his heart, and the corners of his mouth raised 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 complained to his parents after being bullied:

"It hurts so much."

He frowned and honestly explained how he felt now.

"Everywhere hurts, like being stabbed with many knives..."

(End of chapter)