The man's cold voice sounded in the ruined temple.
"No wonder."
He moved his fingers, and Gu Ruojiao found that she was being lifted into the air uncontrollably.
I thought she would be scared enough to struggle, but I saw her looking around curiously and tilting her head to look at him.
Sang Qimo hooked his fingers, and she flew in front of him.
The wedding dress she was wearing was very dirty, and she didn't know how it was ruined. One of the belts was torn off, causing part of the dress to fall apart, revealing the white lining underneath.
Her black hair was all spread out, like a chicken coop, and a few strands of hair even hung playfully on the tip of her nose.
Sang Qimo stretched out his hand to push away the strands of hair, and saw the face smeared with makeup by the firelight.
There was big blush on her cheeks, her plump lips were smeared like blood, and there were strange flowers painted on her eyebrows.
But because the makeup was powdered, it looked like all kinds of rouge had been smeared all over the face.
Very funny.
But those eyes are very beautiful, big and round, with a hint of innocence, ignorance and pitifulness.
It's like she is very innocent.
Sang Qimo glanced at the wooden box damaged by the little stiff thread, and for a moment he didn't know who was more innocent.
Then his eyes were attracted to the wedding dress on her body again.
"Yin marriage? No wonder the resentment is so strong."
"How long have you been dead?" he asked.
I didn’t find this question offensive at all!
Naturally, Xiao Zhansi couldn't answer.
Sang Qimo did not put down the little stiff silk. He reached out and touched her face, touching the cold but soft skin of his hand.
He took her arms and pushed up her wide sleeves.
The skin color of her arm was a bit cold white, and there was no trace of scars on it. It was obvious that the puppet's knife did not hurt her just now.
"interesting."
It's obviously stiff silk, but it feels like a human being.
Instead, it reminded him of ancient anecdotes that he happened to read in a book.
Sang Qimo looked at her: "There are many kinds of zombies. The lowest is purple zombies, with purple skin, followed by black and white, green, fur, flying, non-bone, lying corpse and wandering corpse, and the highest level is
Drought demon."
"It is rumored that if there is a place that has been dry for several months without rain, it will be a disaster for the world. But there are also rumors..."
He stopped talking mid-sentence, probably because he thought it was useless to tell her this.
Sang Qimo's fingers moved.
Gu Ruojiao found that her whole body seemed to be restrained, and then she was thrown into the corner of the ruined temple.
Looking at Sang Qimo again, he had already lifted up his robe and lay down on the dry straw to sleep.
Gu Ruojiao: "..."
*
In the early morning, when the first ray of sunlight fell on the edge of the ruined temple door, Sang Qimo woke up.
He opened his eyes and subconsciously glanced at the little zombie that he had thrown into the corner.
Little Zhansi tilted her head and rested her head on the wooden beam, obviously sleeping.
A zombie is actually sleeping???
Sang Qimo got up and walked over.
She was not awakened and her alertness was very low.
Sang Qimo squatted down, held her chin with one hand and lifted it up.
It was broad daylight, and the dye-like face looked even more comical in the sunlight.
Sang Qimo felt a little disgusted.
At this moment, Xiao Zhansi woke up leisurely.
When she saw him, her eyes lit up slightly, and she also cooed and swallowed.
He stared intensely at his throat and the blood vessels on his neck, with a look of salivation on his face.
Sang Qimo: "..."
He let her go, turned around and prepared to clean up before leaving.
Sensing his intention, Xiao Zhansi, who was still tied up in the corner, made a whining sound and tried hard to brush off his sense of presence.
But they were all ignored by Sang Qimo.
She was a little angry and started banging her little head against the wooden beam.
