Tears slipped from the corners of the sleeping eyes.

The early morning sunlight shone through the glass window on the wooden bed of the hotel, and Qin Hao slowly woke up from his sleep.

The first thing that catches your eye is the unfamiliar ceiling. Then, in the warm quilt, Qin Hao's right palm felt smooth and elastic, and within a few moments, he felt the breath of another warm body that exuded a faint fragrance.

Stunned, Qin Hao silently withdrew his hand from Erin's chest, and last night's frenzy flashed in front of his eyes one by one, and finally became the most real memory.

He turned his head sideways, quietly looking at Erin sleeping by his pillow in the early morning sun. The beautiful brow furrowed slightly in sleep, as if he had not yet woken up from the pain of last night, Qin Hao's keen vision could even make him clearly see the tears in the corners of Erin's eyes.

Qin Hao sat up with his head in his hands, and the pain flashed in his eyes.

He didn't know exactly when he had forgotten what he had been. He didn't know why he came to this world, but he once lived like a walking corpse, and after losing all his beliefs, all his pursuits, and all the meaning and color of life, his life entered the darkest years.

He did the bare minimum work, unwilling to work hard, and was content with a meager salary barely enough to live on his own. Living in a cramped rental house, drinking all the alcoholic beverages that were brought in every day, his beard and hair were messy and never trimmed, and the sweat on his clothes was so deep that he only washed it once every few weeks.

That kind of life, empty and cold, exudes the stench of decadence, which is disgusting.

He used to eagerly pursue a qiē hope, longing for warm happiness, but when the pain after a qiē was broken, the dead heart no longer had temperature.

He no longer dared to approach the infatuated warmth, and he avoided all the happiness that could befall him like a lost dog. It's just because of that timid heart that I am afraid to bear the pain of loss again.

He cowered in his dark corner, silently licking his wounds, unwilling to face the light or change his feelings.

That's it...... That's fine.

In his heart, there was a voice whispering to him, hypnotizing him, making him reluctant to wake up.

He didn't want to bear it anymore, and he didn't dare to bear the pain of losing it again, and deep in his soul, he had been engraved with a deep fear because of the sad loss. The horrified nick was so deep. So much so that even if he forgot his memories later, he was subconsciously resisting the happiness and warmth around him.

That's fine, it's good to be alone, it's good that no one likes it - his heart, so murmuring, and making him reject many things, consciously or unconsciously.

However, escape was never the ultimate path, when the pain he had been unwilling to face, that he had been unwilling to think about, was again in front of him. The memories that he had once forgotten awakened with the unforgettable pain in his heart.

Lilia, dead.

The unforgettable pain of that moment reminded him of more things. Remembering more of what was painful to him.

He lost his bearings, and in the torture and torture of his soul, reason cowered in a corner, and let madness and grief overflow his chest. He was rough and ruthless with the only person around him. The pain and sorrow that should not have been borne by her were tilted on her.

Through the gap between the quilts, he could see the shocking bruises on Irene's body. Against the backdrop of those fair and delicate muscles around it. The bruises seemed more and more brutal.

I'm a bastard like that.

A hand gently held Qin Hao.

Stunned, he looked up and saw Erin's soft smile.

The morning sun shines through the gap in the window, and gently spreads on the girl's body. She didn't mind that the soft and moving curvy carcass was exposed to Qin Hao's sight, she just smiled softly and gently held Qin Hao's hand.

"Good morning, host. ”

Qin Hao lowered his head and looked at the white arm placed on the back of his hand, and on the arm with beautiful lines, there were bruised and swollen bruises. But even if she was treated like that, even if she endured such violence, even if she didn't get the gentleness she deserved on her first night as a woman, even if she was used as a tool to vent her pain and suffered such unfair treatment, she just smiled softly, as gentle and obedient as ever.

There was neither loss nor resentment in her eyes, Erin just smiled softly, using her obedience to heal the wounds in Qin Hao's heart.

"Master, you take a rest first, and I'll go and bring breakfast. ”

However, Erin's action of getting up was stopped by Qin Hao.

Turning her head and looking at Qin Hao with some confusion, Erin asked, "Master, do you have any other orders?"

Looking at Qin Hao's naked and sturdy body, she was stunned and blushed, "It's still ...... Do you want more?"

Qin Hao hugged her violently, and the two bodies fit together completely, even to the point where they could sense each other's hearts beating - although as an undead, Qin Hao's heart had long since stopped beating.

He hugged Erin in his arms and was unwilling to let go, as if he was afraid that if he let go, he would repeat the tragedy of the year and miss a qiē.

"Erin......

His lips came to her ear, and in the hot breath he exhaled, he murmured the most sincere request, "Let's get married." ”

Unlike last night, when he gave up on himself and generally vented his sadness, his eyes were firm, his eyes were clear, and he knew what he was saying and doing. This time, he no longer regrets it, he no longer runs away, he wants to hold the warmth around him tightly.

If there is still someone who tries to destroy his happiness this time, then even if the other party is the god of death in hell, he will destroy a qiē with a sword in his hand.

He no longer hesitated.

However, the expected response did not wait, in Qin Hao's arms, Erin felt the breath of the master in a daze. Listening to the firm declaration, feeling the insistence that was completely different from last night's self-abandonment, the corners of the soft lips showed a serene smile.

It seems that when I heard this sentence, all the grievances I had received and all the unfair treatment I had received had been comforted. The serene smile is like the last smile of the deceased when he is dying, satisfied and serene, and there is no regret anymore.

But tears flowed out of the corners of her eyes, leaving two tear stains on her face.

She opened her arms and gently hugged Qin Hao, responding to the other party's love, "I'm sorry, master, I can't promise you......"

Qin Hao's body froze.

He jerked Erin away, clasped her shoulders with both hands, and stared at Erin's eyes with a fear that he was about to lose a qiē, almost clenching his heart. His hands, so hard, almost crushed Erin's shoulders, and even his body was trembling slightly.

He squirmed and trembled his lips, and shouted in a hoarse tone that he had never seen before, "Why?

The hoarse tone, like the sorrow of the dying in despair, was filled with unspeakable fear. He nervously clenched Erin's shoulder, for fear that as soon as he let go, the woman in front of him would disappear in front of his eyes and leave forever.

"Of course not, master, I will always be yours. ”

Erin took the initiative to hug Qin Hao tightly, and muttered to soothe the cold heart of the undead monarch, "Even if you drive me away, Erin will always be yours and will never leave you." If you want me to get away from you, you can't do it unless I die. ”

The frightened feelings were finally soothed. The nervous hanging heart fell back into his stomach because of this sentence, Qin Hao felt the curvy and moving flexible female body in his arms, and asked softly, "Then why do you refuse?"

"For you are the Sovereign of the Undead, the future master of the undead realm, the King of all the undead. In the future, you will face the gods and demons of the heavenly world, the once invincible Demon Emperor Samael, and more ruthless and cunning enemies. As your most powerful helper, your most trusted right-hand man, your wife, the future mistress of the undead, must choose carefully, but live up to the favor. ”

"She needs to be strong, she needs to be wise, she needs to be worthy of your status, her status, her strength. You will give her an unparalleled honor, we will give her all our loyalty, and she must live up to the trust entrusted to lead us to a greater future with you...... And that person, she can't be me, you have to understand this, and you have to accept it, because this is the responsibility that belongs to the undead monarch, and it is something that you have to carry. ”

Liability......

Qin Hao hugged Erin in his arms tightly, buried his head in the girl's hair, and never felt the tremendous pressure represented by the four words of the Undead Monarch as clearly as today.

He tightened his hand around Erin's waist, brought it to Erin's ear, and whispered, "I have a candidate...... I believe that she will also become the most qualified hostess of the undead realm. She will be my right-hand man, the most trusted person in the world, and she will lead the undead to revival with me. ”

"And ......"

Gently pushed Erin down on the bed, and in the early morning light, Qin Hao's body covered it. Both physically and mentally, the two fit together perfectly at that moment.

“...... She certainly won't reject your snack. ”

That's the most important thing.

In Qin Hao's muttering, a soft smile appeared on Erin's face, soft but firm, "Trust me, master, no one can drive me away from you, no one." ”

Then, the long neck stiffened, and in the impact from the body, there was a soft and moving moan, like the cry of a yellow warbler, leaking out of Irene's throat, intoxicating softness. (To be continued......)