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Chapter 68 The younger brother who is ghosted every day (20)

Secondly, he doesn't drink the blood of living people. I don't know if this little ancestor is too smart. He saw 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 tanned into a piece of coke by the sun.

Everyone knows that millennium zombies can eat without food, but if they want to function as ordinary people in the sun, they must ingest blood.

Otherwise, the strong yang energy emitted by the sun will bake him even more brittle than a banana.

From then on, the young master asked his hospital to send several blood bags every day for the little ancestor to eat.

Finally, since I started drinking the blood bag last month, my little ancestor's fangs were actually retracted, turning into two cute tiger teeth, and the smell on his body disappeared, and it was as refreshing and refreshing as the neighbor's big teeth. boy.

He looks younger than the young master who has already entered his thirties, 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 they started chatting and laughing with him casually.

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

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

Since the corpse smell on his body dissipated, the little ancestor has been in a state of unease. He likes to drill next to the trash can every day. It seems that if there is no smell on his body, he will feel very insecure.

And he often walks around aimlessly, ignoring his special physique that he can't find his way home when he goes out.

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

So they suffered for the group of them. Every day, the city jumped all over the city to find the lost little ancestor, for fear that he would be unhappy and eat others.

Just like this time, he finally found him, but he said that he felt that his coffin was pulling his soul, and he must go to find the coffin.

A group of people had no choice but to drive him around the city in shift work. The process was full of bitter tears. A group of people dared not to speak out.

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

It is only said that this is the coffin of the ancestors in the family, and Jin Qing accidentally picked it up. It is about the dignity of the ancestors. Now he is willing to pay the money to redeem the coffin. There is no mention of this ancestor who has been damaged. He is now in Jin Qing's house. Holding the coffin without letting go.

Jin Qing frowned and thought: This is a money grab, right?He then turned around and entered the library.

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

The raw meat thrown into the coffin the day before yesterday grew a bunch of little creatures as Jin Qing wished, and now they are also thrown on the floor, rolling and twisting happily, as if saying to Jin Qing: "Yes, yes, yes, check!"

Jin Qing's face suddenly turned blue, comparable to 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 was because she found that a pervert was squatting in front of her, and this pervert was now indecently molesting her own coffin.

At this time, 707 also reminded in a timely manner: "Host, this person in front of you has become a ghost and a thousand-year-old zombie!"

707 This is also sighing in his heart, this world is really a paradise for ghost cultivators!Any kind of ghost can appear, so shouldn't this thing sleep forever?
The thousand-year-old zombie in the study room, known as the little ancestor, hugged his coffin enthusiastically as if he had seen his long-lost lover.

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

And the totem on this coffin can also be seen to be the handwriting of my father, which means that this coffin was carved by my father and my father, which is my father's hard work.

But his father is no longer there. When the thousand-year-old zombie just woke up, he was pulled by blood to Xiaozhi's residence in the confusion.

When he first arrived at Xiaozhi's house, he saw the fear in the eyes of Xiaozhi and those around Xiaozhi, which made him dislike it very much, but there was no way to find his tomb.

In this completely unfamiliar environment, everyone looked at him like a monster, which made him very uneasy, and he didn't want to hurt others, so he could only live carefully every day.

He remembered that his father had told him that he was the most powerful man in the tribe, and that he wanted to protect his people and not let them get hurt.

This is his mission!

But when he saw the coffin at this time, he was as kind as seeing his dear father and father, which gave his hesitant heart a sense of belonging.
Let him not need to show a pair in front of others, I am the proud air 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 which one killed Qiandao, he made a hole in the roof of his treasure house and threw a lot of strange things in it.

While caressing his beloved baby, the thousand-year-old zombie cursed the person who harmed his coffin in his heart.

His nose was still addicted, he kept taking deep breaths and sighed: It was this smell, how familiar and kind, that made his whole heart calm down.

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

As if holding a lover, he kissed, touched, and hugged his coffin without saying a word, and rubbed it vulgarly.

Jin Qing: Lao Tzu's coffin has left you rubbed with no skin. Your whole being is hardened into a stick. What are you rubbing on?
Jin Qing, who is always faster in action than in thought, stepped forward quickly, grabbed a corner of the coffin, and lifted one side of the coffin up sharply. The unsuspecting thousand-year-old zombie was thrown directly to the ground.

The Millennium Zombie sat on the ground and stared blankly at Jin Qing, 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, how much I have no sense of existence among you monsters.What about Yin Tao?I'd better go with you!

Jin Qing found that the Millennium Zombie was sitting on the ground motionless, but just looked at him cutely, then put down the coffin he lifted up, and after thinking about it, he kicked his foot behind him again.

The hungry wolf stared at the thousand-year-old zombie in front of him as if it were protecting food, raised his chin and said loudly, "This is mine!"

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

　Happy Mid-autumn Festival, ah!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)