MTL - Number One Zombie Wife-Chapter 6

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Suddenly, Zhan Beitian felt a change in the space in his body.

He closed his eyes in doubt and swept the space with his mental strength. Then he raised his right hand, and a red bead appeared in his right hand.

Immediately afterwards, the red beads flew up, rushed out of the kitchen as fast as possible, and rushed into the entertainment room.

Mu Yifan, who was in a daze in the entertainment room, caught a red light flying in the corner of his eyes, and had not had time to respond. The red light ‘wow’, like a flash of lightning, rushed towards him.

The next moment, Mu Yifan felt that a hard object had flew into his mouth and got into his throat, causing him to have a strange feeling and a bad cough.

Zhanbei Tianhan ran quickly into the entertainment room with a face, scanning the room, but did not see the traces of red beads, but saw Mu Yifan covering his mouth with one hand and the other hand resting on his throat, coughing constantly, like being beaten Something is choking.

Mu Yifan coughed several times before he felt his throat was much more comfortable. When he saw Zhan Beitian standing at the door, he could not help saying, "It seems that something got into my mouth just now."

Zhan Beitian's eyes sank, and he sat down before leaving: "Open your mouth."

Mu Yifan gave him a puzzled look and opened his mouth obediently.

Zhan Beitian quickly raised his right hand and stretched out his index finger into his throat.

"Nausea!" Mu Yifan immediately retched, and then vomited a pool of yellow bile.

He wiped his hand over his mouth, angry: "What are you doing?"

Zhan Beitian said coldly, "What you just swallowed is very important to me."

Mu Yifan stared at him with wide eyes: "What did I swallow?"

He had only seen a red shadow flash before, and didn't take a closer look at what it was.

Zhan Beitian couldn't explain to him what it was. He stood up and said in a deep voice: "I will give you half an hour. No matter if you want to vomit or pull, you must do everything possible to get it out, otherwise , We'll go to the hospital to take it out. "

After that, he strode out of the entertainment room.

Mu Yifan jumped up in a frenzy: "I fuck, are you sick, only half an hour, how do you want me to get it for you? Even if I want to pull it, I didn't pull it so fast, what I just swallowed, what? He said he would not be able to pull it out until tomorrow morning. "

Zhanbei stopped tentatively and turned to stare at Mu Yifan, as if thinking about his words seriously and silent for a moment, then said, "Okay, tomorrow morning, but I'm going to sleep with you tonight."

Mu Yifan: "..."

Chapter XI Infiltration

Zhan Beitian is a man who can do what he wants. Mu Yifan is not stupid enough to challenge the patience of the male lead. He obediently ran to the bathroom and used his fingers to **** his throat to induce vomiting. Unfortunately, nothing was spit out except yellow bile.

Zhan Beitian didn't say anything, but it was time to sleep and he ran to Mu Yifan's room and shared a bed with him.

It is normal to sleep in the same bed with a man, not to mention that Mu Yifan grew up sleeping in the same bed with Bei Xiaozhan in reality, so he didn't feel awkward.

just--

Mu Yifan slowly opened his eyes, quickly facing the pair of sharp black eyes, like a black panther in the night, in the dark room, it was surprisingly bright.

He rolled his eyes angrily: "Can't you keep staring at me, do you know if it's so infiltrating, it will also make me sleepless."

Zhan Beitian said blankly: "You look like a mummy lying on the bed, it's more infiltrating!"

"..." Mu Yifan was suddenly speechless, and had to turn his back to fight Beitian, thinking about what he had swallowed.

At that time, I only saw the red shadow flashing. What was red in Zhan Beitian's hand?

Mu Yifan kept recollecting the contents of the book, and then, thinking of something, opened his eyes suddenly.

He remembered.

Zhan Beitian's ancestral family left a red bead called Qing Tianzhu, which is said to be a fairy house, but it is actually a portable space. Zhan Beitian needs to provide essential blood to support it every month.

Moreover, the brighter the color of Optimus Dzi, the more aura in the space will be. The whole space will operate with Optimus Dzi. No wonder Zhan Beitian took it out in such a hurry.

Mu Yifan thought for a moment.

If he did not return Qing Tianzhu to Zhan Beitian, Zhan Beitian would not have so many aura training abilities and would not become very powerful. Then, it would be much easier for him to kill Zhan Beitian in the future.

However, if he did not return Qing Tianzhu to Zhan Beitian, he might have been killed by Zhan Beitian before he could kill Zhan Beitian.

Mu Yifan struggled for a long time and fell asleep before he knew it.

I woke up early the next morning and went to the bathroom very consciously. Then, I ran to the kitchen and said to Zhan Beitian, who was cooking breakfast, "I just pulled a lot of shit, you go and see for yourself, there are Nothing pulled you out. "

"..." Zhan Beitian turned coldly and looked at him coldly.

Mu Yifan looked at Sen Leng's eyes, and swallowed drunkly: "Is there a problem?"

Ok!

It was really embarrassing to let other people slap him for shit, but he could n’t do it if he was asked to slap his own shit.

Zhan Beitian picked up the chopsticks on the table and handed him: "I'll give you three minutes. If we don't find out, we will go directly to the hospital."

Chapter twelve you bastard

Mu Yifan looked at him in disbelief: "Don't you want me to shit? Don't you mean to take care of me? You just take care of people like this?"

Zhan Beitian said blankly: "You have 2 minutes and 50 seconds."

"I've blocked a shot for you, but now it's an injury, but you asked me to do this kind of rough work. Besides, your stuff suddenly ran into my mouth, you ..."

"Two more points."

"I trust, you're jumping too fast, right?"

"1 minute and 30 seconds."

Mu Yifan looked at the ruthless black eyes and took a deep breath. The person in front of him was not his young, and would not let him everything.