Looking at the little flower swaying in the wind on his head, Yan Bei's mood at the moment was a little indescribable.

Her first flower grew on someone else's head, and she didn't even know what it did, and it left her......

Feeling Ma Ma's resentful gaze, Xiao Ming Tong's shoes blinked blankly, shook his head, and the little flower on his head also shook, quite existential.

"Hmm......" Xiao Ming pouted, a little at a loss.

He didn't know anything, there was something on his head inexplicably, he wanted to reach out and touch it, but his arm was so hard that he couldn't bend it at all, so he could only keep shaking his head, trying to shake off the little flower on his head.

Yan Bei saw that the little flower he had worked so hard to embroider was messy in the shaking, so he hurriedly pressed Xiao Ming's shoes in front of him, who kept shaking his head, and reached out to take his top flower feather, trying to save the flower.

Of course, in fact, what she is most concerned about is not whether this flower really grows on Xiao Ming's head, what she cares about is whether this flower will cause harm to Xiao Ming.

Picked up the hat on Xiao Ming's head, and before he got out of his head, it was stuck, Yan Bei flipped the hat over, and sure enough, the flower had already taken root on Xiao Ming's bald head.

Xiao Ming is from the Qing Dynasty, and the pigtail he keeps is naturally a pigtail, and the flower is impartial, standing right at the junction of his hair and hairlessness, completely integrated with his head, and looks as if it was born there.

The flowers were clinging to the hat, and Yan Bei couldn't get it out with great effort, so he finally poked the hat out of a big thumb hole, so that the hat could be taken off.

This time, the flower was unrestrained, and it shook more happily.

"Xiao Ming, do you feel uncomfortable?" Yan Bei asked with concern.

The little guy tilted his little head, and then shook it, not uncomfortable, but very comfortable.

It's a pity that he is not strong enough to speak, and he can't express Yan Bei in words, so he can only keep making a sound of hmming, and add eye cues to convey his feelings to Yan Bei.

At this moment, the sun gradually began to deviate, no longer hanging high in the middle, a little sunlight slowly shone in, Yan Bei subconsciously raised his hand and dangled.

Who knows, as soon as the sun shines on the back of his hand, black smoke immediately rises from the back of his hand, accompanied by the smell of barbecue, there is no pain, but Yan Bei is so shocked that he hurriedly props up the isolation barrier, which avoids the sad fate of being roasted as meat.

Thinking that the little guy in front of him might not be able to stand such a heavy yang energy, Yan Bei lifted the coffin board and prepared to hide in the coffin with the little guy.

But just as he was about to lift the coffin board, he found a surprising scene out of the corner of his eye.

The sun that can hurt her falls on the little guy next to him, and he doesn't react at all, is this too unscientific?

Thinking that he was stupid and didn't know how to cry out in pain, Yan Bei raised his hand to block him in front of him to block the sun, and frowned and asked:

"Nerd, aren't you afraid of the sun? Why are you still standing stupidly, and you don't know how to hide? ”

Xiao Ming shook his head blankly, and the little flower on his head also shook, and he suddenly felt that the sun was not terrible.

Yan Bei read his eyes and asked in surprise, "You're not afraid of the sun?" ”

Where are zombies who are not afraid of the sun?

The little one nodded, then shook his head again.

"I was afraid before, but now I'm not afraid?" Yan Bei asked tentatively.

The little one's eyes lit up and he nodded immediately, very happy that his thoughts could be read.

"How can this be...... Yan Bei looked at the five-petaled flower on the little guy's head in confusion, a little incredulous: "No, could it be that this flower is photosynthesizing and absorbing all the sunlight?" ”

As if to confirm Yan Bei's conjecture, Xiao Ming suddenly put his legs together, jumped back, and left Yan Bei's embrace, putting himself in the sun.

It stands to reason that even if Yan Bei reacted in time, the little guy would have been hurt by the sun, but something strange happened, the sun shone on the little guy, and nothing abnormal happened.

If she hadn't been sure that this little guy in front of her was really a zombie, she would have the illusion that the guy in front of her was a human.

"You really don't feel it?" Yan Bei was still not sure.

Xiao Ming shook his head heavily, no!

"If not, then so be it, maybe it's good." Anyway, she didn't dare to pull this flower out of his head, so she would observe it for a while.

Yan Bei let out a breath, sensing that another tourist was coming, he reached out and grabbed the little guy in his hand, and pressed it down in the coffin, "Lie down, someone is coming, let's come out again when there is no one at night." ”

After speaking, he didn't give Xiao Ming a chance to object at all, lay down next to him, grabbed his hand, and closed the coffin board.

The darkness came in, coupled with the zombie's nocturnal habits, Xiao Ming immediately felt sleepy, yawned, and closed his eyes after showing a silly smile at Yan Bei.

The moment his eyes closed, the little flower on his head also closed, and it was weirdly in tune.

Yan Bei looked at the flower, and then looked at the miniature version of the top flower feather in his hand, and for Xiao Ming's safety, he still brought the hat back to him.

In this way, it can also be blocked, so as to save the confusion in the crowd and attract attention in the crowd.

However, that flower may be a natural backbone, Yan Bei had just put the hat on, and it actually immediately got out of the hole in the hat, as if it felt so comfortable, stretched its body, and then hung down softly.

Seeing this scene, Yan Bei was also convinced, stared at the flower for a while, closed his eyes and rested.

Soon, the sunset and the night came, the street lights on both sides of the scenic roadway lit up, and the riverside was much quieter.

Yan Bei pondered that the time was almost up, stretched out his hand and pushed open the coffin board, a round of crescent moon imprinted into his eyes, and the shallow moonlight sprinkled down, with the help of the moonlight, Yan Bei took off the bead crown on his head, which was already rusty, picked up his life card, and put away the immortal lock, and then woke up Xiao Ming, who was still sleeping.

"Xiao Ming, wake up, get up."

"Uh-huh......" the little guy muttered and opened his eyes, and his blue pupils were very beautiful.

However, with his miserable white face and two red blushes, ordinary people probably can't appreciate such a good look.

The coffin board had already been lifted by Yan Bei, and the little guy stood up directly from the coffin, looking at the crescent moon in the sky, the flower buds hanging low on his head suddenly bloomed, and he was awake in an instant.

Turning her head to look at the person beside her, her eyes full of curiosity, not knowing what she was going to do.

Yan Bei stood up from the coffin and found that the little guy next to him was not even thigh-high high, just above his knees, very miniature .

I don't know if it's because of the relationship between mother and son, she actually thinks that this curious little zombie in her house is a little cute at this moment~