Hesteria lay quietly on the ground, her originally bright and soft blue eyes now dimmed, and she looked at the top of the cave in a daze, her mouth slightly open, like the last gesture of a frozen fish, and her whole body seemed to have lost her soul.

Her body was uncontrollable and slightly pushed back, but she was pulled back by an external force, and she herself seemed to be unconscious, letting the person on the side of her neck do whatever he wanted. And this person is Sandor.

Sandor's mood gradually calmed down at this moment, and he had no room for crazy excitement, but his lips were still nostalgic for the side of Sisteria's neck, and he reluctantly licked the sweet blood that flowed from Hesteria's wound. Histria's wound was not a little hideous, and when Sandor took his mouth, it was still-

Mercy.

Except for two tiny holes, which were as thin as springs of blood, there were no signs of injury on Histeria's neck.

Bright red blood poured out slowly, so that Histria's body was not damaged by the sudden loss of blood. I don't know if it's because Sandor maintains a good chivalric demeanor or if there's another reason.

But Histeria wouldn't have noticed that.

Because of the lack of blood loss, she still kept her awake.

She hated the sobriety, and the sober feeling of Sandor's touch made her creepy and disgusting.

Sandor lingered on the side of Sisteria's neck, and the hand that had been tugging at Sisteria's hair was now caressing the soft hair as gently as a lover, while his other hand had already loosened its grip on Hesteria and caressed her waist.

With soft hair and a weak and boneless waist, Sandor felt that Hesteria's whole person was so soft, and there was no zombie stiffness at all, this softness gave him an illusion -

It seems that he is not caressing the heart of a female zombie named Histria, but a male zombie named Sandor.

His Hesteria, his heart.

The moment he embraced her, the moment he sucked her blood, he finally found the answer, he finally understood why he was always so irritable and irritable every time he saw Hesteria, he finally understood why he, who had always been calm and self-controlled, always couldn't control his feelings because of another person, and he finally understood why he broke his oath as a knight.

一qiē, moved by the heart.

The moment he found the answer, he found his heart.

The heart of Sandor named Histria.

And this qiē is known to no one but him - and he does not need anyone to know it.

In his ears, the sound of "rustling ......" echoed, as if it came from the long corridor, and it was his men who were calling him.

He knew it was that man coming.

Sandor stood up and took out a square object that resembled a Rubik's cube from the ring, but it was empty in the middle, and the center of the square on all sides was empty, which made it seem like a miniature cage.

This is indeed a cage.

Somehow, Sandor used, the cube slowly grew larger until it was large enough to fit Sisteria. Sandor carried Hesterly inside, during which Hesteria struggled slightly, but was stopped by Sandor with a shout: "If you don't want to hurt your partner again, just don't move." ”

What does he mean? That is, is there anyone who is okay? A secret hope rises within Hesteria.

Eventually, like a little bird, Heatheria was obediently secluded in this chic cage.

And Sandor also slowly left, without a trace of nostalgia, and did not look back at Hesteria—

Once he returned to the glowing cave, quietly following his men, Sang Duo was in a trance, as if what had just happened in the darkness was nothing more than a false dream of his own. All the love was vented at that moment, and at this moment, Sandor was still the zombie lord who maintained a chivalric demeanor.

Rows of zombie soldiers stood neatly on the left and right sides of the passage, and these stubborn zombies in front of them should follow their leaders out to forage for food, and they were quietly guarding here at this time, as if they were guarding some important person.

"Lord Sandor." This is a typical zombie, with sparse hair, you can clearly see the mushrooms on the head, two shiny white eyes, cheeks covered with corpse spots, mushrooms have grown in the ears, and the fangs are prominent, like the most vicious dog, with a huge body, showing his unparalleled strength, "You are finally here." ”

The zombie made the most standard of knightly etiquette to Sandor.

"Lord Mado, as I said, you are the supreme leader here, and you don't need to make such a great gift to me in front of these men." Sandor bent down slightly, which was considered a return gift to Mado.

"No, my lord, it's different now. The hosts they came. Mado replied, with respect and a hint of fear.

"Don't they come every eclipse season? Why should you ......?"

"No, Lord Sandor. It was Master Fergus who came in person. This time there was a clear fear in the tone of his voice, and it was clear that this Lord Fergus was a very terrible being for him.

"Master Fergus himself is here." Sang Duo's voice tightened, and his heart was even more vigilant, why did he come at this time, did he suspect something?

"Take me to him." Sandor said immediately.

"Yes, yes." Mado hurriedly responded.

Following the path of the zombies, Sandor and Mado climbed the stairs.

"My lord, you said Master Fergus, why did you suddenly come here? Could it be, did he let us go back? Are we ready to accomplish our mission? Mado said with fear and faint hope.

Let them go back?

How is it possible, since they have chosen to become test subjects, then they are destined to stay here, unless the war really breaks out, they may have a chance to become their weapons, otherwise they will stay here until death.

And the reason why he came, in Sandor's opinion, may have been just a whim of the little beauty he couldn't ask for, and he was afraid that he felt reluctant and disgusted when he came here.

However, Sandor swallowed these words into his stomach.

Mado is very loyal to Fergus, but he is just a pawn to be discarded at any time, but he has some means and ability to single-handedly rectify and manage these zombies, and let this group of savage test subjects appear hierarchical, and it may be useful to keep him in the future.

"Perhaps, Lord Mado. But how can we guess the master's mind? However, this time it is very likely that it was an expedition, indicating that the host did not forget us. Sandor replied half-truthfully.

As they spoke, they had come to the place where the Zombie Lord lived.