MTL - Salted Fish Zombie-Chapter 67 flower slave

There was an unspeakable silence in the room.

Ning Changfeng exhaled several times in succession.

Ning Su lay on the bed and pretended not to hear.

He understands Ning Changfeng very well. After all, it is 100 million points. If he is not willing to be cut by others, he will cut it himself and secretly change his identity to exchange for 100 million points.

"Do you want that 100 million points that much?"

"I want it." Ning Su said: "100 million points is enough to lie flat for a lifetime. I wanted it before, and I want it even more now."

Ning Changfeng: "Why? Why do you want it more now?"

"Ah." Lying on the bed, Ning Su looked at the black and green moss desperately growing in the dark and damp crevices on the black roof, and said, "Ah Fei earned nearly a million points a few days ago, but she is so young. , she shouldn't have to bear these. She called me... Ah, she treats me like a father, I must be a little bit like a father. "

I don't know whose heart was pierced by this sentence, and the room fell into silence again.

Ning Changfeng said: "Isn't it 100 million points? I have it too."

Ning Su turned to look at him, with an expression of not wanting to expose him.

No wonder.

"You play four dungeons a month, counting 2 million points a month, only 24 million points a year, and it will take more than four years to reach 100 million. It hasn't been many years since you entered the game base, and you still need to buy a house to eat, maybe even more What kind of weird little hobby do you have?"

"Brother, don't slap your face swollen to look fat, it's not shameful to lose a head."

Ning Changfeng: "..."

Ning Su murmured in a low voice, "The ranking is obviously ahead of the president of the teacher, why is there such a big gap."

No man who has just become a father can accept his son's contempt.

"Can it be the same?" Ning Changfeng immediately said: "How many years has she been in the base, she came early and monopolized the real estate of the base, and there are so many people who hand in points to her every year, she is a capitalist exploiter..."

Ning Changfeng suddenly got stuck while talking.

He suddenly thought of a question, a very serious question.

Just now he has been immersed in the shock of having such an older son, and the grief of letting go of the poor son's chest for the first time when he had close contact with his son. He has not been able to come out for a long time, so he has never thought about it.

He has such a big son, who the **** is that son?

Ning Changfeng looks like a prodigal son on the surface, but he knows that his vision is a bit high.

Who will he fall into?

He looked at Ning Su again, and now he knew why, the first time he saw Ning Su, he thought he was so cute.

The part of Ning Su's face that most resembles him is the nose, and the part that least resembles him is the eyes.

This pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes may be inherited from my mother.

Ning Changfeng: "..."

Ning Changfeng: "..."

No one can describe the expression on Ning Changfeng's face.

If I had to use one word to describe it, it would be "the sky is falling".

How will you live in the future?

Does he want to download eighteen dungeons a month?

Ning Changfeng was in a trance after being bombarded one after another, and when he finally recovered his breath, the boy on the bed had already fallen asleep.

There were two small black blood vessels spreading on the pale forehead, and the long eyelashes drooped, and he fell asleep peacefully.

Ning Changfeng stood up, took half a step forward stiffly, and leaned against the bed to look at him.

With the smallest distance between his fingers, he caressed the protruding black blood vessels on his forehead.

When we first met, he could faintly see small black blood vessels on his neck. At that time, he was just curious and could only speculate.

Now he can't recall seeing that scene in his chest.

He didn't know what happened to his son.

What the **** has he been through.

Ning Changfeng stretched out his hand and measured the size of his face with his palm.

Ning Changfeng measured the length of his fingers with two fingers.

Ning Changfeng even wanted to lie down to see how tall he had grown and where he was.

He looked only sixteen or seventeen years old. He was too thin, with pale skin and necrotic internal organs.

Unfamiliar emotions swept over Ning Changfeng. He compared the boy like a fool, imagining how he grew up so big, his heart was soft, and he was so oppressed that he couldn't breathe.

That's what it's like to be a father.

2101: [Excuse me, do you know the way to meet God? If you know, tell the system the method, and if the method is correct, you will be teleported out of the instance immediately. 】

Ning Changfeng looked at the young man, thinking about many things, he said: [I don’t know. 】

2101 wanted to say something, but it didn't dare to disturb him, and left quietly.

After the worship activities, the sunset is dyed rose red by the sunset glow, and will sink into the night in red.

The saint stood at the window, looking at the magnificent sunset outside with a blank expression.

Ye Nanwang hurried over, "Ning Changfeng is really Ning Su's father? Why are you telling Ning Changfeng now? You should wait five days later when Ning Su transplants the holy flower to Ning Changfeng before telling him!"

Saintess: "You know it very quickly, even what I said in the Flower Temple can reach your ears."

Ye Nanwang didn't answer this question, he continued to say: "I don't understand, for our flower attendant of Ye Nan's family, many of the decisions you make are very strange."

"Ning Changfeng is here, and Huafeng is there."

"His flower is polluted, it is impossible to grow anything, why do you help him plant it! You should plant a holy flower for him!"

The saint turned around and looked at him indifferently, "Don't worry about the Temple of Flowers."

Ye Nanwang was not repelled by her indifference, "If the saint doesn't give me an explanation, I will sue the king!"

This was the best he had hoped for after five years of waiting, and he couldn't accept that something went wrong with his flower attendant.

He sneered, and said sharply: "The king also knows what kind of flower attendant is the most valuable, and when is the best time to transplant and raise sacred flowers!"

The saintess smiled coldly, "Go ahead and try."

"Idiot." She mocked without any concealment, "You didn't understand? I'm saving at least one of them. Didn't you also use this method? Why can't you understand?"

Ye Nanwang was stunned for a moment, and looked at her critically.

The last fiery red sunset glow disappeared from the sky, and the entire Furen County ushered in the night.

After all the believers left, an atmosphere of panic and anxiety gradually emerged in the Flower God Temple.

When Ning Changfeng came down, several players were gathering at Fang Qi's place.

Of the three players who transplanted the holy flower at noon today, two were still in a coma, and one fell asleep after lying down for a few minutes.

There are two other players in their yard who don't know the details, and they are surrounded by Fang Qi's bed with Zhu Shuangshuang.

Ning Changfeng heard Zhu Shuangshuang ask Fang Qi: "The saint asked them to continue lying on the water bed, does that mean that tonight is very dangerous?"

Hearing this sentence, Ning Changfeng raised his foot and walked over.

Several people were a little surprised to see him coming, this was the first time that the Lone Ranger Ning Changfeng walked to them so actively.

Fang Qi glanced at him and answered Zhu Shuangshuang's question: "Yes, tonight is the most critical night. There is a 50% chance that they will die. Surviving tonight is considered as passing this test."

Ning Changfeng asked: "It will take one night to find out? Is it considered that I survived the transplant after waking up?"

Fang Qi: "...I have been in the Flower God Temple for so long, and I have never seen such a situation."

"..."

"You should watch it after tonight." Fang Qi said, "I don't know if you know that Shenghua is unconscious during the day, but wakes up slowly after dark, and is most active in the middle of the night."

In this abnormal copy, he said ridiculous biological knowledge, "Our immune system will fight against the holy flower at night, and there will be a serious rejection reaction?"

"Forget it, let's just say it depends on whether the body can withstand the torture of the growth of the holy flower."

Several players were silent.

They immediately understood the anxiety and panic in the Temple of Flowers.

It's not just the players who have just transplanted the holy flower that are suffering.

Zhu Shuangshuang asked: "Is the sacred flower in your body active late at night?"

Fang Qi nodded stiffly, his lips were no longer red, and there was a strange blue in his pale lips.

Zhu Shuangshuang dared not imagine what the Flower God Temple would be like in the middle of the night.

They have all seen how some flowers can be active in the middle of the night, which is already terrifying, and what is even more terrifying is that they are active in the body of a living person.

Ning Changfeng walked away with an ugly expression. He walked up to a man in white, paused, and asked, "Brother, do you have any chicken legs?"

"..."

Several players heard it.

They couldn't believe that these were the words of the solitary and mysterious Ning Changfeng.

The man in white said indifferently: "When you enter the Flower Temple, in order to keep your body pure, the flower attendant can only drink holy water."

Ning Changfeng said stiffly, "Can you be more flexible?"

The man in white had a face of "what do you say".

Ning Changfeng's eyes turned into vertical pupils, "What if I threaten you with your life?"

"..."

When Ning Changfeng came up with two chicken legs, Ning Su was still sleeping.

He didn't know what Ning Su was doing when he disappeared. He thought that Ning Su was tired and weak at this time, and he should have slept for a long time before waking up.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he came in with the chicken legs, Ning Su twitched his nose and opened his eyes, looking at him accurately.

Ning Changfeng: "..."

Because it was so sudden and unprepared, his hand holding the chicken leg was extremely stiff, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

Ning Su looked at the two chicken legs anxiously, and blinked, "I didn't mean to hide the food in the teahouse."

Ning Changfeng: "So, let me give you a chicken leg."

Ning Su looked at him suspiciously, "You can't break the contract even if you have a chicken leg, if you say you want me to cut off a head, you have to let me chop it off, I will not succumb to a chicken leg."

Ning Changfeng: "..."

He simply didn't talk about the chicken legs, just put them on the table and said vaguely: "This is yours."

Ning Su naturally didn't say anything, he hadn't eaten all day, and he was so hungry right now, he didn't want to think about anything, he just wanted to eat chicken legs.

He got up immediately, looked out the window, did not see the saint, and happily went down with the plate.

He likes to eat in crowded places.

Especially something really tasty.

Ning Changfeng: "..."

When Ning Su came down with the chicken legs, he attracted many people's attention.

They all looked at his chicken leg with a strange look.

All the players changed into the black flower attendants of the Flower Temple, and Ning Su also put on a black robe when he came down.

He sat on the floor under the small round window, his black brocade robe was spread out on the floor, his hair on one side slipped in front of him, shining softly under the moonlight.

The pale and fragile Moonlight Beauty took a bite of the chicken leg and chewed slowly.

He saw many people swallow their saliva, and he consciously understood their eyes.

It tastes better.

Zhu Shuangshuang walked up to him, "Su Su, how are you, does it hurt?"

Ning Su shook his head and said to her, "It doesn't hurt."

Fang Qi walked up to him stiffly, and looked at him in shock, "You can go to the ground just after transplanting the holy flower, and you can eat?"

As he spoke, he swallowed.

Since entering the Flower God Temple, he hasn't eaten a single bite of meat.

After all, he is an eighteen-year-old boy, when he eats the most.

Senior Ning pulled back the plate containing the chicken legs, "You can't even if you're a child... No, you're an adult, don't think I'll let you eat it."

"..."

Zhu Shuangshuang said in a trance: "It turns out that Senior Ning asked for chicken legs for you to eat. Is he guilty of letting you transplant it first?"

Ning Changfeng heard this sentence as soon as he got down, and wished he could turn around immediately.

Ning Su didn't care about anything, just sat there and ate chicken legs.

His face was still pale, with clear blood vessels like other players, showing a strange black color, only when he was chewing chicken leg meat was he alive.

Cheeks puffed up like a little squirrel.

Dispelled the panic and anxiety on the side of the Flower God Temple.

This is the first time such a scene has appeared in this hall, which is extremely depressing every night, and the style of the painting is strange to tear off a corner of the depressing shady scene.

It is the aroma of the chicken legs that is very annoying.

Several players sat down, and there was light coming in from the only window.

Zhu Shuangshuang said: "Fang Qi said that as night falls, the sacred flowers in your body will become active, Su Su, you have to pay attention."

Unexpectedly, Ning Su's eyes lit up, and he covered his chest with the hand that wasn't holding the drumstick, "Is it going to start growing?"

"..."

This is out of the question.

Fortunately, there is Fang Qi who is serious about running the dungeon and is very enterprising. He said: "We will exchange information while the saint is away and it is still dark."

"What clues have you collected outside these days?"

Zhu Shuangshuang told them what they knew, focusing on Kurosawa and faith.

Fang Qi digested after hearing this, drank half a cup of holy water, and began to talk about his discovery in the Flower Temple.

"You should know that when you enter the Flower Temple, a part of the holy flower will be implanted in the heart. This weird flower will germinate in the heart, and then find blood and grow in the blood vessel."

He went directly from Boss Qi to the Temple of Flowers. He had never been to Heize. Dai Dong only told him a little bit in a daze, and he asked a little more from the flower attendants in the original world. The land of the pregnant god".

After listening to Zhu Shuangshuang's detailed explanation, he has a deeper understanding of this flower.

Fang Qi pulled one side of his shoulders and showed them, "The flower vines in my body have grown here."

On the wheat-colored skin, there are blue blood vessels circling.

They can see clearly.

The part with flower vines in the blood vessel and the part without flower vine are obviously different.

The blood vessels with flower vines protruded terribly, stretching the skin into a thin layer, almost bursting.

Their bodies have been remodeled, and while their blood vessels have become harder, their toughness has also increased.

During the growth process, the flower vines cannot always be thin. When they grow thicker, they will support the blood vessels into a rough shape.

The dark blue spread from Fang Qi's heart to the junction of the arms and shoulders, and then it would grow along the arms, and may continue to grow, breaking through the fingertips.

In fact, the blood vessels on the fingertips have turned blue, but the flower vines haven't grown there yet.

This shocking scene made people's blood vessels ache and their fingertips tremble.

Especially the most rugged places to see the blood vessels.

Blood vessels are too tenacious.

So is this body.

The newcomers to the Flower Temple all looked at the high school student, and so did Ning Su.

It's already like this, but his body is a little stiffer, his breathing is a little less stable, and he can still walk over from the bed.

He looked at Ning Su, breathing heavily and slowly, as if each breath was pulling on his scarred heart, "I'm fine now, the most painful thing was the first night, when my heart was pierced and shattered."

Ning Su let out a "huh".

He continued: "Besides me, there are three players from the Flower Temple, one is Dai Dong, and a couple."

They knew that couple. Jia Chensheng told them that they belonged to his yard.

"One of the couple is dead, and the other is almost there."

Several people were taken aback.

Fang Qi raised his arm with difficulty, and pointed in one direction tremblingly, "It's the one holding the leg, his name is Meng Linjia."

Five players looked along his fingers.

On the bed in the corner there, there was indeed a man holding his leg.

He sat on the bed with his legs bent, his arms wrapped around his knees a little, his upper body swaying slightly, his messy hair scattered on both sides of his shoulders, and his eyes were not focused.

Ning Changfeng said: "His physical condition is not bad, why do you say he is going to die?"

Several other people looked at him, surprised that he was actively asking questions.

Of course, they were also very curious about why Fang Qi said that.

Fang Qi said depressedly: "Because he may be crazy and is about to lose consciousness."

Before anyone else could continue asking questions, he looked up at the moonlight appearing outside the window, "It should be here soon."

What's coming soon?

Fang Qi didn't know why he didn't say it, he took the time to talk about other things, "They were taken upstairs by the saint together, I don't know what they said, Meng Lingjia transplanted the holy flower in his boyfriend, and his boyfriend that night The friend didn't hold out and died."

Fang Qi still remembers the grief-stricken crying that night.

Everyone knows about the two of them, Jia Chensheng said.

The two had been bitter about each other for many years, and finally found out that the other party liked them too. They were about to face such a thing within a few days of being together.

One throws the other's chest away with a knife and cuts open the heart.

And the other person hasn't come back to life, it's like killing him with his own hands.

How desperate that person is.

Just imagine how much you can taste.

Ning Su pressed his heart. He didn't know whether it was because of the wound or because of the injury. His heart ached.

Fang Qi continued: "On the morning of the confirmation of his boyfriend's death, the saint immediately transplanted a holy flower to him."

"Wait a minute." Ning Changfeng said with an ugly face: "The remaining partner, doesn't it take five days to transplant the holy flower?"

Fang Qi poured another half cup of holy water, "That's on the premise that the person who first transplanted the holy flower survived, and there must be an interval of five days because that person needs a five-day recovery period. Another human being transplanted. If he doesn't survive, how about the five days to recover?"

It makes sense, but they still want to scold.

Disgusting rules.

"Meng Linjia's transplant was very successful. Two days ago, the owner of Haobei, Haobei is the family that bought them as flower servants. The owner came to visit him every day, and she never came again these few days."

"People from the Temple of Flowers are trying to save."

save what?

Fang Qi didn't say anything, so he didn't need to say anything.

Two men in white opened the black door and came in, one of them carrying a sack.

They walked to Meng Linjia's bed, opened the sack, and revealed a man's **** face.

Among the hundreds of flower attendants in the main hall, except for a dozen who looked panic-stricken, they all looked over quietly.

Fang Qi said softly and tremblingly, "That's his boyfriend."

Ning Su caught the tremor in his voice, glanced at him, and then at the person in the sack.

In the five or six hundred square meter hall, there was only a small round window beside them, and the moonlight could only illuminate this area.

In order to maintain a dark and humid environment suitable for the growth of holy flowers, only a few dim candles were lit in the dark hall, and the road and people could barely be seen in the dim light.

In the black sack, the man had been dead for many days.

Among the blood and flesh, black and purple corpse spots can be faintly seen, and there are two dark holes in the eye sockets, and the original appearance can no longer be seen at all.

If everyone hadn't experienced many dungeons, seeing this face suddenly in the dark would definitely be quite frightening.

He was also out of shape, too short and without legs.

A player asked nah-na: "Why didn't Meng Lingjia respond?"

Fang Qi said: "He had it at the beginning."

"For the first time, he just saw his boyfriend's body and screamed like crazy."

"The second time, they showed him his boyfriend's rotting and shattered chest, and he cried in his arms."

"The third time, they held his hands and slit his boyfriend's chest again, and he broke down and struggled."

"For the fourth time, they threw his boyfriend's legs on him..."

Fang Qi spoke in a low voice, only fainted in this small world touched by the moonlight, what he saw and heard in the dark flower temple.

"In those few times, Patriarch Haobei stood aside, smiling very happily, and then she stopped laughing and didn't come to see him."

Why not laugh, they all know.

Fang Qi said just now.

In a dark corner, the man in white pulled out a piece of arm from the black sack and threw it on Meng Lingjia.

Meng Lingjia still hugged her legs, shaking her upper body up and down, without any reaction to her boyfriend's arm.

The man in white took his hand forcefully, and reached into his open chest that had been dead for several days.

Meng Linjia's other arm was still holding her legs, her upper body was still shaking like that, and she still didn't respond.

He's crazy.

Zhu Shuangshuang said with tears in her voice, "What the **** are they doing?"

She was extremely uncomfortable and panicked.

Fang Qi was unable to answer him for the time being.

The two men in white stood silently beside Meng Linjia's bed and watched him for a while.

During this period, Meng Lingjia was not unresponsive to them. He would occasionally look up at them and show a foolish smile. The snot flowed to his mouth and flowed into his mouth along the gap where the smile leaked.

The man in white tore open the black skirt on his chest, and pressed around.

One of the men in white shook his head, "It's hopeless, take it away."

"It's hopeless? Is this what you said about dying?" A player opened his mouth hoarsely.

Fang Qi said: "He should be saying that Shenghua is hopeless and dying."

Several people were taken aback.

The player is crazy, and the holy flower cannot be saved.

This reminded them suddenly of the failed flower attendant they saw in Boss Qi's water room earlier.

She had been quiet all this time, but suddenly she laughed like crazy, and was taken away from the water room by the man in white.

Maybe, if she wasn't laughing like crazy, she was just crazy.

There was a heavy silence in the hall.

Everyone watched quietly as the man in white carried Meng Linjia on his shoulders, and took a failed flower attendant who was crazy and unconscious, and brought out these many flower attendants to the sacred hall where the sacred flowers were raised.

Meng Lingjia was resisted by the man in white and walked towards the black gate.

His head was behind the man in white, and his long hair swayed as the man in white strode forward.

Ning stayed in the dark, catching his eyes as his hair swung to the side.

A pair of unusually clear eyes.

Tonight, or not just tonight, he looked for the first time at the long-dead man in the sack.

His eyes were quiet and long, and he put the only light in his eyes on the **** face.

The boots of the man in white made a "clack" sound on the black stone floor, echoing in the quiet hall.

"Squeak - ah -"

The heavy black door was opened.

The feet of the man in white landed outside the hall.

The light in those eyes disappeared.

Ning Su's heart skipped a beat, and there was an inexplicable pain there again.

He is not crazy.

The holy flower withered.