Chapter 21: The King is Born
The countryside in the last days has long been devoid of frogs and insects, and in the silent night there is only the occasional whistling of the wind, the rustling of leaves, and the cold moonlight dyeing the earth with a layer of silver glow, like a layer of delicate snowflakes.
In the neat bedroom, on the huge bed, Shiqing's eyes were closed, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and after eating, Shiqing didn't remember how long it was, Bai Luo finally couldn't help it and proposed to rest.
There is no signal in the last days, there is no entertainment at night, and for what is about to happen tonight, Shiqing has already prepared in his heart.
Obediently carried into the bedroom by Bai Luo, gently placed on the bed, poetic cheeks slightly red, let Bai Luo peel off the white shirt on her body, and a little clumsily took off the only remaining corset on her upper body.
Bai Luo's palm trembled and threw away the corset in his hand, in order to take off this small but complicated piece of clothing smoothly, Bai Luo had practiced it hundreds of times in his mind.
The original owner's memory of the small movie is a good thing......
And now that pair of perfect delicate and delicate eyes are reflected in Bai Luo's eyes, Bai Luo really understands its perfection, beauty is moving, and it is difficult to indulge.
Shiqing's body arched slightly uncontrollably, and the ruddy on her face became more and more delicate.
And poetry, at this moment, opened the pair of clear eyes like the bright moon, bright and beautiful, and a moment is enough to sink any man into it.
"Akai ......"
Poetry murmured softly, her voice was full of affection and tenderness, and now, the shyness in her heart was suppressed, and the man in front of her was the person she loved the most, and she was willing to give everything she had to show him his most perfect side.
That soft word, but like a feather, teased Bai Luo's heart, and Bai Luo's gaze involuntarily fell on the small and ruddy lips of poetry.
A faint crimson. Extremely seductive, Bai Luo lowered his head and kissed the pair of soft and fragrant tender lips, and soon, Bai Luo was no longer satisfied with this, and began to ask for it more deeply.
Poetry, on the other hand, is actively and shyly pandering.
The movements of the two people are relatively clumsy, but at this moment, it is as if the souls are together, and the two hearts are slowly approaching.
After a long time, the lips parted, and the faces of both of them were slightly red, and the poetic cheeks were even more delicate like babies, and the color of the red was like a peach under the dewdrops.
The tenderness in the white eyes seemed to melt the poetry, and the hands began to fade the poetic light blue jeans.
Under the jeans, the legs were slender and round, shining in the light, and as the last small piece of clothing faded, the not too big but white and round snow buttocks were exposed to the air, indescribably delicate.
Bai Luo was a little obsessed with it for a while, the beauty of poetry has a fatal attraction to any man, and the convex and delicate figure of poetry infinitely magnifies her style.
The heart was beating violently, Bai Luo even felt that his breathing was a little difficult, and his blood was surging, Bai Luo finally couldn't help it anymore and lay on his stomach on the poet's body......
Even though he was anxious, Bai Luo's movements were still gentle and soothing, and with a painful snort of poetry, the two figures finally slowly overlapped.
Bai Luo gently smoothed Shiqing's frowning brows because of the pain, and kissed away the tears in the corners of Shiqing's eyes little by little.
The reality of this moment will never be forgotten......
The next day, Shiqing woke up in the aroma of the meal, looking at Bai Luo's silly smile, Shiqing couldn't help but pout, "It's so ugly to laugh!" ”
Bai Luo was still grinning at the corners of his mouth, he didn't care, the thin quilt couldn't completely cover his poetic figure, and the snow-white jade arm stretched out made Bai Luo can't help but think of the clouds and rain last night, and his eyes couldn't help but be a little hotter.
Fortunately, Bai Luo endured it, but it was inevitable to take advantage in the end, and it was a great pleasure to watch the poetry put on clothes one by one.
Walking beside Bai Luo, Shiqing turned her face sideways, looked up at Bai Luo, she didn't say, Wang Kai, can't cook......
In a village with only three people, there is no need to deliberately calculate the time, but Bai Luo estimates that they have lived here for at least a year.
But during this year, Shiqing never showed signs of pregnancy.
For all this, Bai Luo has already prepared in his heart, he is a zombie after all, but poetry is a human being, and it seems normal that he cannot produce offspring.
But to Bai Luo's surprise, I don't know if it's his reason, Shiqing's body has also undergone some changes, and his speed and strength are increasing little by little.
As a zombie, Bai Luo doesn't know how long he has to live, but the changes in poetry are good after all, maybe he still has some infectious abilities, and he usually has an impact on poetry through liquids such as saliva.
(That "wait", you know.) )
Perhaps, the life span of poetry will be extended.
Bai Luo originally thought that he would live with poetry and good faith in this small countryside for a lifetime, although it was plain, but it was quiet and serene.
But on this day, in the far city center, there was a sudden earth-shattering roar, and the roar full of coercion made Bai Luo and Xiao Liang's eyes fall into confusion for a moment, and they couldn't help but want to surrender, and their bodies even walked towards the city center uncontrollably.
"Akai!"
A poetic call made Bai Luo regain consciousness, and then hugged the little girl.
Bai Luo's eyes were solemn, and he looked towards the city center, where there should be a ...... The king of zombies, the level, is much higher than him and the little girl.
Bai Luo didn't expect this before, he thought that with his current level, it was impossible for zombies to deter him, but now it seems that he still underestimated the evolution speed and height of zombies.
The zombie's roar didn't sound again, but Bai Luo knew that it was only temporary, and the zombie in the center seemed to be trying to summon all the zombies around him.
The area is an entire city, including the surrounding countryside and suburbs.
Wanting to get rid of the control of the zombie in the city center, Bai Luo can only leave with poetry and little goodness and go to another city.
It's just that other cities don't have this kind of zombie king......
ps: It is often said that Tiandou is the Demon King, but Tiandou denies this.......
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