Secondly, he doesn't drink the blood of living people, I don't know if this little ancestor is too clever and sees everyone's fear, and he has never eaten in front of them.

Until one day, he ran in the sun for a long time and was burned into a piece of charcoal by the sun.

Everyone knows that thousand-year-old zombies can be eaten without eating, but if they want to move like ordinary people in the sun, they must ingest blood.

Otherwise, the scorching yang energy emitted by the sun will roast him crisper than a dried banana.

From this time on, the young master asked his hospital to send a few blood bags every day for the little ancestor to eat.

In the end, since he started drinking blood bags last month, the little ancestor's fangs have actually been withdrawn and turned into two cute tiger teeth, and the taste on his body has disappeared, refreshing and refreshing like a big boy in the neighborhood.

It looks younger than the young master who has entered the age of standing, and he can't tell that he is an old zombie who has lived for thousands of years.

So from the beginning, everyone didn't dare to approach him, and later began to talk and laugh with him casually.

The old housekeeper said that in fact, it was only the appearance that played a role.

As the little ancestor's words and deeds became more and more human-like (always feeling weird), everyone communicated with him more and more casually, but he himself was a little anxious.

Since the smell of corpses on his body dissipated, the little ancestor has been in a state of uneasiness, and likes to drill next to the garbage bin every day, as if he will be very insecure if he doesn't get a little smell on his body.

And he often walks around without a purpose, and he doesn't take into account the special physique of not being able to find his home when he goes out.

And the young master's attitude towards the little ancestor is that as long as he doesn't hurt people and doesn't leave the young master's control, he won't interfere with his behavior.

So they suffered from their gang, and every day they jumped all over the city to find the lost little ancestor, for fear that he would be unhappy and gnaw others.

Just like this time, he finally found him, but he said that he felt the pull of his coffin on his soul, and he must go and find the coffin.

A group of people had no choice but to drive him around the city in shifts, and the process was a handful of bitter tears, and a group of people dared to be angry but didn't dare to speak.

The old housekeeper explained the situation to Jin Qing a little, but he didn't say that his little ancestor was a thousand-year-old zombie.

only said that this was the coffin of the ancestors in the family, so that Jin Qing inadvertently picked it up, it was a matter of the dignity of the ancestors, and now he was willing to pay to redeem the coffin, and he did not mention this ancestor who had lost his dignity at all, and now he was holding the coffin at Jin Qing's house and not letting go.

Jin Qing frowned when he heard this: This is a robbery of money and a door, right? Then he turned around and went into the study.

Who would have thought that as soon as he entered the study, he saw that the bedding he used to wrap the coffin had been torn and thrown all over the floor.

The raw meat that was thrown into the coffin the day before yesterday, as Jin Qing wished, grew a bunch of small creatures, and now it was also thrown on the floor, rolling happily on the ground, writhing, as if saying to Jin Qing: "Want, want, want, Cheke trouble!" ”

Jin Qing's face suddenly turned blue, on par with the ghost old lady she met the night before.

It's not because of the messy scene in front of her, anyway, these are Zheng Jiayao's things, and she doesn't have a strong sense of substitution.

It's because she found herself squatting in front of a pervert, and this pervert is now obscenely molesting her own coffin.

At this time, 707 also reminded in a timely manner: "Host, this person in front of you has become a monster for thousands of years!" ”

707 This is also sighing in his heart, this world is really a paradise for ghost cultivators! Any goblin can appear, and isn't this thing supposed to sleep until it's old?

The thousand-year-old zombie known as the little ancestor in the study, as if he had seen his lover who he hadn't seen for a long time, enthusiastically hugged his coffin and didn't let go.

Not only because this is the house where he has slept for thousands of years, but also because the wood of this coffin was planted by his father when he was young.

And the totem on this coffin can also be seen to be the handwriting of the father, that is to say, the coffin was carved by the hands of the father and the father, which is the brainchild of the father.

But the father is no longer there, and when the thousand-year-old zombie just woke up, he was dragged by the bloodline to Ash's residence in a daze.

When he first arrived at Ash's house, he saw the fear in the eyes of Ash and the people around him, which he didn't like very much, but there was no way to find his grave again.

In this completely unfamiliar environment, everyone looks at him like a monster, which makes him very uneasy, and he doesn't want to hurt others, so he can only live carefully every day.

He remembered that his father had told him that he was the most powerful man in his tribe and that he wanted to protect his people from harm.

This is his mission!

But when he saw the coffin at this time, he was as kind as seeing his dear father, which gave his hesitant heart a sense of belonging.

So that he doesn't need to show a pair in front of others, I am the arrogant frame of your ancestors.

He seems to have become the little boy who grew up happily under the careful care of his father.

I just don't know who killed a thousand knives, opened a hole in the roof of his baby, and threw a lot of strange things in it.

The thousand-year-old zombie caressed his beloved treasure while cursing in his heart the man who had plagued his coffin.

His nose was still like he was addicted, and he kept taking deep breaths and sighing: this is the smell, how familiar, how kind, it makes his whole heart settle down.

Jin Qing didn't know what the thousand-year-old zombie in front of her was thinking, and the scene she saw at this time was this old zombie pretending to be tender, with his whole body lying on the coffin.

As if hugging his lover, he kissed, touched, and hugged his coffin, and rubbed it obscenely.

Jin Qing: Lao Tzu's coffin has made you lose your skin, your whole body is hard into a stick, what are you rubbing again?

Jin Qing, who always acted faster than his thoughts, stepped forward quickly, grabbed a corner of the coffin, and jerked one side of the coffin up, and the defenseless thousand-year-old zombie was directly lifted to the ground.

The thousand-year-old zombie sat on the ground and looked at Jin Qing in a daze, not knowing what the little girl in front of him was going to do, speaking of which he seemed to have seen this face just now.

Zheng Jiaqi: The door I just opened for you, in your group of monsters, how much I have no sense of existence. What about Yin Tao? I'd better go with you!

Jin Qing found that the thousand-year-old zombie was sitting motionless on the ground, just looking at him cutely, so he put down the coffin he had lifted, and after thinking about it, he kicked behind him again.

The hungry wolf stared at the thousand-year-old zombie in front of him, raised his chin and shouted, "This is mine!" "It's something I've worked so hard to bring back.

The thousand-year-old zombie was in a daze, and when he suddenly heard that someone was going to rob the coffin that his father made for him, his IQ immediately went online, and he jumped up from the ground in an instant, his eyes became blood-red, and his two long and sharp canine teeth were also exposed: "You want to rob my things!" ”