The Fancy Counterattack of the Cannon Fodder of Fast Transmigration

Chapter 97 Zombie Siege 44
After eliminating all obstacles, Jian Yuhan jumped to the ground, raised his head, looked faintly at a certain mountain top, and said, "After watching the show for so long, don't you plan to come out and meet?"

As soon as the words fell, the people on the top of the mountain disappeared.

In the blink of an eye, he appeared in front of Jian Yuhan.

Jian Yuhan touched the hilt in his hand, and the gems inlaid on the hilt shone faintly.He raised his eyebrows and said in a joking tone, "Oh, are you willing to come out?"

The man in front of him was dressed in black and stood solemnly in front of him.The face is cold, the fingertips are cool, and the big hole on the chest is eye-catching.

Seeing that Yan Yan didn't speak, Jian Yuhan twitched the corners of his mouth, and said again: "Your younger brothers can't hurt me, why don't we compare each other?"

Jian Yuhan said so, and his tone revealed a coldness that had never been seen before.

Yan Yan looked at him coldly, after becoming the zombie king, he didn't feel anything at all.

But now, for the first time, I felt that my chest could be so painful.

According to the original way, the person in front of him must care about his own wound first.Instead of talking in the tone of a stranger, yes, a stranger, not even an enemy.

"Okay." Yan Yan's hoarse voice echoed in the empty and lonely small village, his eyes had no pupils and were pale.But he could clearly see his own shadow in Jian Yuhan's pupils.

There was no fluctuation in his eyes, like a pool of stagnant water.Trapped myself inside, unable to escape from the peaceful gaze, no matter what I did, I couldn't stir up any ripples.

Yan Yan suppressed the strange feeling in his heart, because of the strange emotion, he had to get rid of the person in front of him.

The sharp black nails slowly struck Jian Yuhan's chest. Jian Yuhan stood motionless, seemingly powerless to fight back.

This is the power of the Zombie King, able to stiffen anyone he thinks about.

Just like that, the sharp nails pierced Jian Yuhan's heart little by little, and the severe pain swept through his whole body, but the deity did not make a sound.

Still watching Yan Yan calmly until his heart was pierced.

Ask Yan Yan why he didn't kill Jian Yuhan directly, but let him suffer such great pain.

Because while Jian Yuhan was in pain, Yan Yan's heart also hurt like being pierced by glass shards bit by bit.He wanted to remember this last pain, and he wanted to get rid of it with his own hands.

What is rare is that Jian Yuhan has not died yet.

He raised his hand and touched the cold face of the person in front of him: "Are you crying..."

Yan Yan was taken aback.Did he... cry?

wrong!How could Xiao Xian move? !
Did he let himself kill him on purpose?Why not fight back?Why is it not dead yet?

Jian Yuhan saw his doubts and ignored him.He was running out of time to explain.

He tilted his head slightly, pulled the corners of his mouth, and said with a smile: "You are honored to be the only one I love. Otherwise, you will die without a whole body, you know?"

love...?Yan Yan's body stiffened slightly.

Jian Yuhan held the face of the person in front of him with both hands, frowned slightly, and his voice was a little weak, but the words he said were convincing: "You love me, but you dare not admit it. Do you think you will return to the way you were before if you kill me? ? If you are wrong, you will only suffer more."

Yan Yan was stuck in place, yes, he loves him, his heart... hurts so much.

"There is no regret medicine in the world, and you can't die."

Jian Yuhan watched Yan Yan's performance with a smile, and slowly closed his eyes.

Standing on tiptoe, she pressed her cold pale lips.

Just a light touch like that, before Yan Yan could react, he had turned into ashes.

"Xiao Xian!!!"

Yan Yan opened his eyes wide, feeling a suffocation in his heart.An unprecedented feeling permeated the whole body.

"Pfft, cough cough cough." A mouthful of blood sprayed out, it was bright red blood.

He raised his hand and tried his best to catch the ashes remaining in the air.

It's a pity that the heavens are not as good as he wished, and those remaining remnants were blown away by the wind...

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#No funeral, no need to decompose next time#
　It's the perfect ending!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)