The villain of Quick Transmigration is too deep

Chapter 265 I Promise You

On this day, Mu Qing was lying on the grass in the garden basking in the sun, surrounded by a familiar big cloth pocket,

While eating potato chips, she fiddled with the petals of the little daisies at her feet, bored,

"Rouduner, where do you think Ah Sheng's zombie brothers live?"

After staying in the castle for several days, she almost visited the entire castle, but she didn't see any other zombies except for the middle-aged woman who was in charge of her daily life.

Bai Dundun of the same style is lying flat, with his little feet raised,

"Wandering around the castle, Nasheng is alone all year round, and doesn't like other zombies appearing in his castle."

"That's it"

"Qingqing, lunch is ready"

Mu Qing opened her eyes, and Sheng's face magnified in front of her eyes, looking at her with crooked eyes,

"It's time for your favorite cooking meal"

Mu Qing blinked and sat up, her legs crossed, her eyes turned to the dinner plate placed on the lawn,

A bowl of scallion Yangchun noodles, a plate of strawberry plaid cake,

"Forehead…"

The corners of her mouth twitched, it was these two things again, she had been eating for several days in a row,

She pointed to the big cloth pocket beside her,

"Ah Sheng, I just ate dry food and am full, can I?"

Before the words finished, Na Sheng put the bowl in her hand and said with a smile,

"Can't"

Mu Qing stared at the spring onion noodle in her hand, feeling really helpless,

"Rouduner, the chefs in this castle are really poor"

Bai Dundun held back his laughter, his little face flushed a little,

"Ahem...boss has never been in a kitchen, and he learned from scratch for you. It's pretty good to be able to cook noodles like this."

At least it can be seen that it is noodles. Compared with Mu Xiaoqing's fried kitchen, it is not a little better,

But he dared not say that,

Hearing this, Mu Qing was stunned,

Did Na Sheng make this noodle himself?

Seeing that Mu Qing was not moving while holding the bowl, Na Sheng had no choice but to take the bowl from her hand, roll up the noodles with chopsticks and blow it, and then fed it to Mu Qing's mouth.

"Qingqing, open your mouth"

Following her gaze, she happened to see that Sheng's fingertips holding the chopsticks were slightly red, as if scalded.

She opened her mouth obediently, and ate the mouthful of Sheng Hei's noodles. She didn't know what to think, and a layer of mist floated in her eyes.

Seeing this, Na Sheng's hand stopped, and he put down the bowl and chopsticks in a panic,

"What's wrong? Is it hard to eat?"

It's hard to eat and cry,

He curled his fingers and stroked Mu Qing's slightly reddened eyes as gently as possible.

"I'll go find other cooks, don't cry"

He is clearly just a rotting corpse, without temperature or heartbeat. It can be seen that Mu Qing's eyes are red but he feels a little uncomfortable in his heart. It's really strange...

Mu Qing sniffed,

“Delicious, I love to eat”

She pointed to the bowls and chopsticks beside her, opened her mouth and said,

"Ah, I want you to feed me"

Seeing that Mu Qing finally smiled, Na Sheng heaved a sigh of relief.

He was afraid that he could not take good care of her, that she would be unhappy and unsatisfactory in her life here.

But he was born and he didn't want to let her go

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kitchen

A row of zombies stood behind Na Sheng, all of whom had been cooks before, but now they can only cook with muscle memory,

Helpless, Nasheng can only let them teach him, because only he is no different from human beings, with perception and taste,

"you"

Na Sheng pointed to the zombies standing in the kitchen in a daze,

"You write down your specialty dishes and the steps to make them"

Hearing the order, all the zombies started to move in a hurry,

But Na Sheng was leaning against the stove with his legs bent, and the seasoning was placed on the stove,

He took a spoon and tasted one by one, trying to remember the taste of various condiments,

It wasn't until the zombies put the notes on the table that Na Sheng waved his hand,

"You can go"

"Oh, right"

He pointed to one of the fat men, the one who taught him how to make Yangchun noodles these days,

"you stay"

The fat man nodded, mechanically walked aside and waited,

"Demonstrate again how to make Yangchun noodles"

Qingqing said at noon that she loves to eat,

Na Sheng memorized the steps of all the fat men, and then began to practice alone.

Within a short while, ten bowls of Yangchun noodles were placed on the stove, and he would taste a few mouthfuls after finishing each bowl, and then frowned,

"No, not tasty"

He has clearly never eaten this food, but he just feels that the taste is not right, not good enough, Qingqing will not like it,

Until the No.20 bowl of Yangchun noodles came out, Na Sheng still felt that it was not good enough.

Restless in his heart, he waved his hand, followed by a sound of shards of porcelain bowls falling to the ground, and the kitchen was in a mess

heard movement,

Mu Qing suddenly opened her eyes, ran upstairs into the kitchen,

Na Sheng stood in the mess, his dark red eyes narrowed slightly, his face darkened, sharp fangs were exposed from the corners of his mouth,

She found that as long as he got angry, he would show his fangs,

'tick' sound,

I saw dark red blood dripping from Sheng's right hand, as if his palm had been cut by a splinter.

"Asheng"

Mu Qing walked up to him quickly, frowning and took his hand,

"You are hurt"

Na Sheng pulled away from his restless thoughts, and saw Mu Qing standing in the kitchen full of debris in slippers,

He picked her up and walked towards the living room, while exhorting her,

"Don't go into the kitchen anymore, it's dangerous"

He put Mu Qing on the sofa, knelt down in front of her on one knee, picked up her foot to check it, and put it down after seeing that there was no wound.

Mu Qing grabbed his hand, with a nasal voice,

"Does it hurt? Where is the medicine box? I'll bandage it for you."

The worry and distress that almost overflowed in her eyes fell into Sheng's heart, as if being tightly entangled in a big net,

He looked down at the wound on his palm, it wasn't deep, it was just bleeding a little,

In the past, his father used a lot of knives on his body for experiments, and the bones were visible every time.

Every time after suturing the wound, his father would only look at him with disgust and understanding eyes,

As if to say, 'Sure enough, it's a monster, it won't die'

worry and distress,

These extra feelings are too extravagant for him,

He'd never seen anyone else reveal that to him,

"Asheng"

Mu Qing's voice pulled him out of his memories, he chuckled,

"Qingqing, I don't need to bandage, zombies won't hurt"

His left fingertips scratched the wound, and the dark red wound that was lying on the ground healed visibly without leaving any scars.

Mu Qing still held his hand, gently rubbed his fingertips on his injured palm, and said stubbornly,

"I don't care, I just don't want you to get hurt"

An invulnerable immortal will still hurt when injured, let alone Na Sheng,

The warmth from the palm of your hand reaches your heart,

Na Sheng raised his eyes, Mu Qing was the only one in his red pupils, he held Mu Qing's fingertips with his backhand, lowered his head and printed a tender kiss,

"it is good"

he whispered,

"Promise you are"

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