Qin Lang was a little flustered.

After being intimate with Qin Lang, Ling Liang entered the bathroom. Qin Lang had to pretend that he was an ordinary zombie, and instinctively followed in the footsteps of food.

Seeing him coming, Ling Liang said sweetly, "Little sticky bag...Come here, my husband will bathe you and change your clothes."

Qin Lang looked at Ling Liang's expression, and a chill came up from his back. Qin Lang restrained his emotions and expressions, looked at Ling Liang with empty eyes, and moved over stiffly.

Ling Liang took out another handcuff and put Qin Lang's hands apart and leaned against the bathroom.

The city has indeed had a power outage, but fortunately, the water has not been cut off yet. Ling Liang filled the bathtub with water, heated the water with supernatural powers, and tested the water temperature while heating: "Baby, are you cold? Your body is cold, but that's okay... take a shower and you'll be warm."

Qin Lang looked at him blankly.

The water temperature is quickly adjusted to the most comfortable temperature. Ling Liang ripped apart Qin Lang's clothes. After all, it was too much trouble for a zombie to undress.

Soon, the clothes that Qin Lang wore for more than a week finally broke up with Qin Lang.

Ling Liang's eyes stayed on Qin Lang's bitten arm for a moment. He touched Qin Lang's unscarred arm, began to wipe Qin Lang's body with a hot and humid towel, and said ambiguous: "Is the baby still evolving? It's amazing, the wound has healed. But why didn't you miss the place where I bit you? Eliminated? Are you reluctant?"

Ling Liang gave a low laugh and said affectionately: "I really love you Qin Lang, and I can't bear you either..."

Qin Lang's heart contracted suddenly and his body stiffened. Taking advantage of the gap between Ling Liang crouching down and twisting the towel, he lowered his head and glanced at Ling Liang in a complicated way.

After cleaning up Qin Lang, Ling Liang picked up the clothes he had prepared before. The villa was bought by the original owner at the age of 18, and the clothes were prepared in the villa at the age of 18. After the age of 18, they did not develop much, and they can wear it now.

Ling Liang was holding Qin Lang's ankle and was putting on his underwear. Ling Liang rubbed Qin Lang's cold and delicate ankle, and suddenly raised his head to look at Qin Lang with burning eyes: "Bathroom, this pose... I can try it later..."

Qin Lang couldn't answer a word.

This is completely different from what he expected before. What he expected was that he was a zombie, but he still had certain emotions and memories, which was different from a zombie that could only eat people. But now he is just a zombie that is indistinguishable from the outside world, and Ling Liang is like a necrophile pervert.

At night, Ling Liang locked Qin Lang on the bed and hugged him to sleep.

Ling Liang didn't sleep peacefully. He woke up several times during the night, and every time he woke up, he would confirm whether Qin Lang was still by his side, and then he would hug Qin Lang's icy body and talk for a while before falling asleep again. go with.

Ling Liang fell asleep again, Qin Lang opened his mouth and took a deep breath through the belt, and mist filled his light-colored eyes for a moment. He took another deep breath and forced the tears back, because Ling Liang seemed to be waking up again.

The next morning, the weather suddenly dropped a few degrees, Qin Lang blinked his eyes open all night, and woke up from his deep sleep.

Qin Lang was tied to the bed. He moved his head and looked out of the bedroom window. There was a vast expanse of white fog, the fog of early winter.

Ling Liang was not in the room, nor in the villa, and his car was gone, as if he had left.

Qin Lang frowned, where did Ling Liang go? He moved his body, hesitating whether he should untie himself to take a breath.

At this moment, there was movement outside, and Qin Lang heard it. It was the sound of the car turning off.

It was Ling Liang who came back.

He came in from yesterday's window, still carrying a black bag. After he entered the house, he glanced back at the door. The door was intact, and there was only one window in the entire villa that was destroyed by him.

He guessed that Qin Lang escaped from the museum all the way here, locked the door, and did not allow himself to go out or anyone else to come in. The solitary stopped breathing here, and the solitary began to wander aimlessly here.

Thinking of this, Ling Liang put the bag in his hand in the kitchen and immediately went back to the bedroom to untie Qin Lang.

He touched Qin Lang's face and said distressedly, "Don't be afraid, baby. I won't leave you alone again, I'm just going out to find you something to eat. Now you can get up and eat, darling."

Qin Lang's hands were locked behind his back, and his mouth was still tied with a belt. Hearing the meal, he had a bad premonition.

Ling Liang went out of the bedroom, he followed him out, went to the kitchen, and when he saw what Ling Liang took out of the bag, Qin Lang's heartbeat started frantically.

It was an arm, a human arm. Bright red blood was flowing from the broken part, and it could be seen that it was still fresh.

Qin Lang stared at Ling Liang in disbelief as he calmly took that arm and washed it in the sink. If Ling Liang looked back at this moment, he would definitely find Qin Lang's chest heaving violently.

Qin Lang's eyes quickly moved away from the hand and moved to the double-opening refrigerator in the kitchen. In there, will Ling Liang put the rest of the blood dripping human flesh?

Ling Liang killed for him? He's really crazy, he's just a zombie, he won't die even if he doesn't eat, why do he do this?

While Qin Lang's mind was in chaos, Ling Liang had already put his arm on the cutting board, took out the knife on the table, carefully cut the meat from the arm and put it into the porcelain plate, while the remaining bones were still attached. some meat. After thinking for a while, he took the knife and chopped from the elbow joint of his arm, wanting to chop the arm into a suitable length so that Qin Lang could chew on it for a while. Blood foam and bone **** splashed on Ling Liang's gentle face.

But Ling Liang still didn't respond. It seems that it is not his same kind of arm, and it is just a pork bone base that he bought from the supermarket this morning and is going to be stewed for Qin Lang.

Qin Lang panicked and completely regretted it. He shouldn't have turned into a zombie, let alone let Ling Liang watch him leave.

With a dull expression, Qin Lang was bound by Ling Liang again, tied to the dining table and chair.

The chair is not a wooden chair, but an unknown stone, which is not only heavy but also strong.

Ling Liang coaxed while tying it up: "Be good. I'll feed you. I found the food in the morning, and I'm lucky... But I know you're picky. It's very clean, you can rest assured to eat..."

Someone else bit... Qin Lang breathed a sigh of relief, it should be Ling Liang who encountered a zombie eating people, killed the zombie and picked up an arm to come back.

It's fine not to kill for him, no...

etc! If, if Ling Liang didn't happen to meet him, would he still find a living person for him, and then cut off that person's flesh and blood for breakfast for himself?

Qin Lang's breathing stagnated.

He looked at the back of the person who walked into the kitchen to serve the china plate, it shouldn't be like this, Ling Liang shouldn't be like this... Wake up, Ling Liang, wake up!

Soon, Ling Liang returned to Qin Lang with a plate of meat cut into suitable sizes.

Qin Lang stared at Ling Liang's face with red eyes, it was full of anger.

Ling Liang was not too surprised, but said, "You are angry, baby. Because you are evolved, you know that I am imprisoning you. Are you dissatisfied?"

Ling Liang sighed in distress, caressed Qin Lang's face with warm hands, and coaxed: "But, I'm afraid that as soon as I let go, you will run away from my eyes again. I really don't want to let you leave me again. Excuse me, please? Look, I have brought you fresh food. If you are still hungry, I will look for you later, so don't be mad at me, okay?"

At this moment, Qin Lang clearly realized that Ling Liang hated him. So even if he becomes the most common zombie, he will lock him up and keep him so that he can never leave.

Qin Lang suddenly rushed towards Ling Liang with a heavy chair, making a "woo woo" sound in his mouth, and the sound of "OOC alarm" kept ringing in his mind, but he didn't want to watch Ling Liang continue to go crazy.

Ling Liang took the plate to avoid Qin Lang's sudden attack, Jianmei frowned slightly, not too happy: "Why are you even more angry?"

Qin Lang's eyes were red as blood, and his mouth kept making noises, but Ling Liang's belt was too tight, and those voices were silent at all, they sounded just like low roars of zombies.

The system is in a hurry: "Don't mess around! You will be forced to pop out of the world if you continue to OOC, then your body will really die, and the target person will never be able to meet you again in this world!"

Qin Lang took a few breaths and forced himself to calm down. The OOC alarm was slowly lifted, and his eyes returned to the anger Ling Liang understood.

Ling Liang frowned and was about to speak, but unexpectedly Qin Lang rushed over again, the porcelain plate in his hand shattered on the ground, and the flesh and blood also fell to the ground, covered with ashes.

Ling Liang looked at the things on the ground, and then loosened his frown for a moment, and finally sighed helplessly, his tone sweet and doting: "I really can't help you, do you have to eat the freshest?"

Qin Lang's heart was still trembling slightly, but when he heard Ling Liang's words, his panic came up again, and after seeing what Ling Liang put on the table a few minutes later, he could hardly feel his heartbeat.

A hose, a sharp knife, an alcohol lamp. Qin Lang's eyes widened as he watched Ling Liang calmly roll up his sleeves, revealing his muscular arms.

Qin Lang gasped for breath, just like Ling Liang's reaction when he left Ling Liang, like a dying fish.

No, Ling Liang, don't do that! I beg you!

When Ling Liang saw Qin Lang's eyes locked tightly on his exposed arm, he had such a tone of voice, "It seems that you really like this kind of...but the amount may not be too much, after all, you won't let me Die, I have to live..."

A word of hatred wrapped in love.

Qin Lang was in so much pain that he could hardly breathe, his heart seemed to be crushed by a blade, he used all his strength to cover up the huge pain and sadness, he couldn't, he couldn't really show it, otherwise Ling Liang would really lose him completely.

Ling Liang was right to hate him. He hates himself now too. People who test their lover with life and death are so cruel, so selfish, so irresponsible, so... stupid!

Qin Lang, you liar! You feel that this is not your world, you can do whatever you want, and you can selfishly treat everything and even life and death as a game. But have you thought about him? In his eyes, everything here is real, the fiery love, the beating life, are all real. In his world, all hope was extinguished and nothing could be saved, so he had to start deceiving himself.

He died, the moment you left him ruthlessly, and died with you.

So are you satisfied with the answer now? Have you tasted the fruits of victory?

Obviously only, the heart-piercing pain.

Qin Lang raised his head, and Ling Liang's arm was on top of his head. The belt that sealed him finally loosened, and what fell into his mouth and dripped on his face was Ling Liang's warm blood.

Sweet and delicious, yet full of bitterness.

Qin Lang closed his eyes and tried his best to hide the turbulent emotions, only revealing one percent, and whispered in a hoarse voice: "Ling... Liang..."

Ling Liang, who was holding the knife to cut off the flesh on his arm, suddenly stopped, and at this moment, he couldn't even feel the pain.

"What did you call me?" Ling Liang looked down at Qin Lang, whose face was full of blood, in a trance. Those glazed eyes had faded from the scarlet color just now, and looked at him lightly and sadly. Beautiful is like a picture scroll, so unreal.

Ling Liang's knife fell to the ground, making a crisp sound when it hit the marble floor. He forgot the new wound on his hand, let the blood continue to pour out of the wound, and clasped Qin Lang's shoulders with both hands, his gentle face from last night until just now finally cracked, and he took on a look of ferocity and ferocity, "You just now Say what? Say it again!"

"Ling...liang..." The hoarse voice was like a dead tree branch brushing against the glass window, and it was completely less than one-tenth of his original tone.

However, in Ling Liang's ears, it was more pleasant than any other sound. He shook his hands, roughened by a week of intense training. He seemed to have thought of it too, and moved very lightly, stroking Qin Lang's face carefully. He was afraid that if it was too heavy, anything would be crushed by him—probably a dream.

"You...you still remember me..." Ling Liang opened his mouth, choked his throat, and took a deep breath, as if he had finally come back to life.

Seeing Ling Liang's appearance, no matter how hard Qin Lang endured it, tears still overflowed his eyes uncontrollably.

Ling Liang seemed a little flustered, and hurriedly wiped Qin Lang's tears with his fingertips, "Don't cry, don't cry... Baby don't cry... No, cry, cry as much as you want, how can zombies cry? You are not, you Not a zombie...you are my Qin Lang, so nice, so nice..."

Ling Liang laughed and cried like a psychopath.

Qin Lang couldn't bear to look at him. He opened his eyes and lowered his head to look at Ling Liang's wound. He was afraid that his emotions would be uncontrollable like tears.

Ling Liang's wound was deep, a small piece of flesh was already hanging on his arm, blood was still flowing, and half of Qin Lang's shoulder was wet. Through the clothes, Qin Lang's shoulders tingled from the heat.

Seeing him bow his head, Ling Liang didn't take his hand away, but put it to Qin Lang's mouth. It doesn't matter whether Qin Lang is a zombie or not, whether Qin Lang wants to eat his meat or not, it doesn't matter, they will live together and die together. He didn't want to be separated from Qin Lang again.

Qin Lang stuck out his tongue and licked Ling Liang's wounds carefully.

The delicious blood was licked clean, and the bone-deep wounds began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Ling Liang looked at Qin Lang with joyful eyes. The healing power, like Tang Xiaorou, must be Qin Lang who used the power to heal himself before the transformation.

but……

Ling Liang put his hand on Qin Lang's carotid artery, but there was no pulse. He listened to Qin Lang's heart again, but there was no heartbeat. Qin Lang's body was still dead, just like a corpse. But he still remembered himself, even the corpse was not cold, it brought back Ling Liang's heartbeat with warmth.

Qin Lang looked at Ling Liang's happy and sad expression, blinked blankly, and his mood had basically stabilized.

Ling Liang also looked at him, the dark eyes were finally no longer darkness, there was light inside, and the gentle expression on his face was no longer superficial. The tenderness melted into his eyes, dispelling the slight cold of early winter.

He untied Qin Lang's rope and handcuffs, and hugged Qin Lang heavily into his arms.

[Ding, Ling Liang - favorability +5, current favorability is 95. ]

[Ding, Ling Liang - Blackening value -50, the current blackening value is 50. ]