Chapter 6： sense of hunger

Diary of Wang Xiaoma: Today is the second day that I will be a wife to others in the tomb of Digong. I am hungry...

Standing under the big tree, Wang Xiaomei looked at a tree with peach blossoms and hungry eyes glowing green.

Swallowed, "Can this thing be eaten?"

"This peach tree is temporarily related to your body. If the peach tree is damaged..." Wen Feng asked, wondering, "Why did you ask so?"

"Because I am hungry!" Wang Xiaomei looked at the only food around him and shed tears of grief.

He has been here for the next day. Although he became a zombie, his stomach is still hungry, and he feels worse than he was when he was a man. The huge sense of lack and hunger drive him crazy!

But the only thing that can be eaten at a glance in this underground palace is the bark of the bark, and he has become a ``king tree person''. After leaving the old tree for a certain time, his skin will become grayish gray, and it looks strange and scary.

The hunger in his brain told him to find food quickly, otherwise something bad will happen...

Wang Xiaoma, who swallowed drunk madly, squatted on the ground and gnawed his nails, not knowing that his eyes were gradually filled with a scarlet red light.

I'm so hungry... I'm so hungry... I want to eat...

Seeing this scene behind him, he slowly raised the corner of his mouth.

He changed a gentle face and hugged the people who squatted on the ground, whispering: "This underground palace was originally a tomb, it didn't eat anything at all, and there is no record in ancient books that the resurrected people can still feel hungry. It’s all my fault, which made my brother suffer..."

Wang Xiaoma was a little dizzy but still a little sensible. He waved his hand and thought, "How can this blame others? I never thought that zombies would be hungry."

"it's not your fault……"

Covering his stomach, Wang Xiaobo mouth kept secreting saliva.

"Sleep lamp...you are still considerate to others as always." Wen Fengjin said: "But I think you look strange, I'm afraid it's not good to go hungry... there is indeed something to eat in this palace."

Have you eaten? !

"What is it?" Wang Xiaoma stared at his eyes wide.

His narrow, long eyes with more black pupils curled up, pulling away the cumbersome collar to reveal his pale neck, his fingers raised, and his nails pierced his neck like a knife.

The imaginary situation of blood spewing did not appear, and the deep-looking wound only came out with a little blood.

"If the sleep lamp is not disgusting, please use it."

Lying trough! Drink, drink blood? !

"I don't drink!"

How can people drink human blood? It's not a cannibalistic monster, the only reason left condemns loudly in the heart, and the hungry appetite burns in the belly.

Wang Xiaoba didn't know that he stared at the blood with red eyes better, the nose smelled of **** smell, and his palms were trembling. The soft and handsome facial features were grim. His face was blue and gray. He wore a blood-red wedding dress.

Is this a person? This is clearly a ghost that can scare people!

And Wen Fengjin was extremely gentle on Wang Xiaoma, and even spoiled his eyes. His palm passed through Wang Xiaoma's long hair and pressed firmly against the wound on his neck.

"You and I are husband and wife. Feeding you is the duty of the husband."

Shasha's voice and chuckle with unspeakable joy, and the moment Wang Xiaoma's lips were stained with blood, he was already confused. He only knew that he was hungry, so hungry, and he was dying of stomachache!

Wang Xiaoxia, who hadn’t even killed a chicken and was so scared when watching a horror movie, opened his mouth with a big mouth, biting fiercely on the neck that smelled the wind, sucking the blood in a big mouth, even like a lunatic. The tip of the tongue squeezed into the wound to lick!

Wen Feng narrowed his eyes and hugged the evil spirit in his arms who only knew how to eat, and squinted his eyes against the blooming peach trees, as if enjoying a burst of hoarse grunts and laughs, when the tip of his tongue was inserted into his neck. His face was chao red, and he gently fixed the back of Wang Xiaomei's irrational fingers with his fingers.

He pressed down harder...

"Brother, Brother~ Sleep Lamp, Sleep Lamp, look at you, you used to hate me for touching you, now? Now you are close to me actively. I am so happy, Brother..."

"Drink... is it good? You will be addicted to my blood, and you will never be able to do without me...I brought you back..."

The scarlet pattern on the eyebrows became brighter and brighter, and the black pupils that were infiltrated by the wind had an exciting red light

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"How did I fall asleep?"

Wang Xiaoba scratched his head and looked at the blossoming peach tree above him, propped up his arms and sat up from the coffin. His last impression was that he was hungry under the peach tree and bit his finger. How did he wake up and sleep in the coffin?

I won’t be hungry or dizzy!

Wang Xiaoma knows that he has some hypoglycemia, but now he is a dumpling, why is he still hypoglycemic? His subconscious sucking mouth suddenly stopped.

Ok? What's the smell in my mouth, bitter with medicinal fragrance, but still a bit sweet?

While rubbing his stomach, Wang Xiao was surprised to find that he was not hungry at all, but instead he was a bit panic.

"Are you awake?" A familiar male voice came from around me. Wang Xiaoba turned his head to find Wen Feng lying in the coffin, his clothes messy and pale, but the smile on his lips remained undiminished.

From the moment Wang Xiaozai saw him, he didn't see that this person had too many other expressions.

And now when Wang Xiaoba looks at him, he always feels very cordial and kind, as if he had added a beauty filter.

"What's wrong with you?" As if sucked up by someone, Wang Xiaomei asked him with some surprise.

"Tell me to wind down, just now my brother fell asleep and reached into my clothes. I couldn't pull it out." Wen Fengjin's cold and handsome face had a little ridicule, and his eyes looked at Wang Xiao with deep meaning. A glance.

Wang Xiaoma: "..."

The zombie will not blush, otherwise his face may have become a monkey butt!

Pick up the martial arts, it fell to the ground! Isn't Wang Xiaozai spurting himself in his heart? Isn’t it that he has never had a boyfriend for more than two decades? ! Control myself!

"The wind is exhausting, what's that, I'm sorry, hahaha, I just like to go to bed when I'm sleeping." Wang Xiaolan explained awkwardly.

"It's okay, I'm comfortable when you move."

"..."

Are you a hooligan, are you?

Was interrupted by this, Wang Xiaoya originally wanted to ask Wen Feng why he was not hungry and forgot about it. Only when he is a zombie now can sleep his hunger without eating.

But it's strange, why does this taste in my mouth?

Wang Xiaoma asked himself in confusion.

Could it be because I didn’t brush my teeth? ? ?