Reader: This guy is not an undead … so handsome that it's unscientific!
The skeleton was holding the limp black-haired youth, his fine black hair falling from his pale fingers.
Suddenly, a sound came from above their heads: "Meow?"
The strong feeling of being watched made Xiu raise his head reflexively. He instinctively held Du Ze in his arms and covered him with his black robe. Then he saw the creature.
It's a … cat? Its entire body was pitch-black. One of its eyes was golden, and the other was blue. Xiu's attention was immediately attracted by the tail behind it. Although the creature in front of him looked like a cat, it had nine tails. The nine-tailed magical beast was crouching on the broken statue of the god, tilting its head to look at the skeleton's actions. Seeing Xiu looking up at it, the magical beast shook its ears, its round eyes full of joy and love.
"Meow ~"
Xiu stared at the magical beast warily. At this time, the last of the light elements were expelled from his forehead and limbs. The thick death energy began to boil, assimilating the souls they had just devoured, becoming thicker and thicker. The black death energy wrapped around Xiu and covered his pale bones. It began to weave flesh and blood, weaving out the organs, and little by little, the whole skeleton became plump. In the end, the overwhelming death energy dissipated without a trace. The abandoned temple once again returned to its former deathly stillness. Only the magical beast and the black-robed Lich silently confronted each other.
Xiu pushed back his long black curly hair, revealing a pair of dark and deep eyes. There was a faint flash of blue light in the depths of his pupils. His expression was gloomy and the pale skin of the undead added a touch of morbidity to his appearance, but it did not diminish his handsomeness. The Lich looked no different from a human being, like a decadent aristocrat from an ancient painting. However, when Xiu stretched out his right hand and pushed back his hair, his right hand, which was still bones, revealed his undead nature.
The last devouring process was interrupted by the magical beast. The devoured souls were not enough to restore his whole body. His right arm was still bones. Xiu wrapped Du Ze tighter. As long as he drove away the magical beast and devoured the rest of the souls, he could fully recover.
Xiu grabbed the huge death scythe and drew an arc in the air. A crescent-shaped dark light rushed straight towards the magical beast. The cat-like beast nimbly avoided the dark light, jumped down from the throne, and landed lightly opposite Xiu. Its eyes were bright, as if it wanted to "play" with Xiu again. It looked at Xiu expectantly.
"Meow ~"
The dark light silently broke the last bit of the ceiling of the abandoned temple, revealing the ink-colored sky. At this moment, the purple and yellow moons were right above them. The pale light shone down from the hole and enveloped the statue and the Lich beneath it, as if they were on a pilgrimage.
The magical beast's ears twitched, and its eyes suddenly widened. It glanced at the black-robed Lich in front of it with great reluctance, then ran away again while whimpering. Xiu did not look at the movements of the magical beast. He felt the fluctuations of the soul almost at the moment when the moonlight shone down – it was in his arms.
Xiu bowed his head, his black robe spread out, and once again he met the pair of pure black eyes. This time, he saw a pale-skinned, black-haired human figure in the pair of eyes that were so black that there was not a single trace of impurity.
He was a terrible, evil, unbearable undead, but this time he was wearing a humanoid skin.
The Lich thought this, and then he heard the owner of those eyes say: "Let me go."
Xiu's grip on Du Ze's hand tightened and then slowly loosened. He gloomily watched Du Ze leave his embrace, his right hand still holding the Grim Reaper Scythe with a hint of eagerness.
Du Ze fumbled for his glasses and put them on. When he saw the protagonist in front of him, a certain "Mixed Blood" fan froze.
This guy is not an undead, this guy is not an undead, this guy is not an undead … Oh my god, it's really an undead! Unscientifically handsome!
In the "Mixed Blood" setting, the undead are divided into bone, ghost, and corpse. The bone is represented by skeletons, the ghost is a formless soul, and the corpse is a moving corpse. The strongest of the undead, the Lich, belongs to the corpse system. Although the corpse system is relatively close to a human, it is still relatively good! Even if it is a fresh corpse, it can't change the fact that it is already a corpse! The undead were just inanimate, inorganic things! So how can an inorganic thing look more lively and eye-catching than an organic thing? It's not scientific!
What about the Lich's sunken eye sockets? – Although the outline of the protagonist's eye sockets is indeed deep, that is the unique deep shape of Western eyes!
What about the Lich's pale skin? – Although the protagonist's skin is indeed unhealthily white, it is directly interpreted by the protagonist to be morbidly beautiful!
What about the Lich's gloomy and unlikable character? – Although the protagonist's expression is indeed gloomy, the protagonist's heaven-defying appearance has forcibly turned that gloominess into melancholy!
At this moment, Du Ze deeply understood how envious the author was of giving the protagonist a golden finger. In addition, the bitter Du Diaosi said that in the face of the humanoid protagonist (?), His social barrier is acting up again …
An otaku who stays at home and indulges in the two-dimensional world will have the following attribute: social activity is equal to less than 1. They could chat happily on the Internet, act cute, show off their power, and flirt with others without any moral integrity. But in real life, they would become magical creatures that would stutter, stiffen, and blush when asked for directions by a girl. Du Ze is such a magical creature, and because of his ears, his social barrier is more serious than that of an ordinary loser. The specific manifestation of this adorkable person's social disorder was that he had no mouth, no heart, and no expression. In other words, he was sultry on the inside. Even if he roared in his heart a thousand or ten thousand times, to the outside world, he was completely expressionless, unable to say what he wanted to say even if he died.
Now, a certain adorkable reader is acting up with a straight face, staring blankly at the protagonist. Du Ze's heart has long since been filled with tears. What should he say? Today's weather is good? Young hero has good skills? Protagonist, this side is the reader (who caused you to be tortured and killed)?
Who can give him an opening line? He can save the world (which is about to be destroyed by the blackened protagonist).
Du Ze's bitter mood is hard to describe. Now, he must please the cruel protagonist who tried to send him to eat lunch twice. It is impossible to say that Du Ze's heart is not full of resentment, but … if he were to say to the protagonist, "Damn, this young man saved you and you repay kindness with enmity?" Then … there is no then. I can't afford to be hurt! The opposite protagonist's strength is off the charts, okay? His blackened value is endless! Even though he was suffering from internal injuries after being sent twice, he could only put on a nonchalant expression.
Come, protagonist, after you're done being cute, this young man will talk to you about life … for now, this young man will endure. = Utensils =
In addition, there is another reason why Du Ze is trying to build a good relationship with the protagonist. Some adorkable person wants to make plans for the future. He crossed over to this world and there are no signs or clues for him to go back, so he will stay in this world for a long time. Since this is the world of "Mixed Blood," no one's thigh is as thick as the protagonist's. Du Ze analyzed that "Mixed Blood" is a world of high martial arts. If you want to stay by the protagonist's side and run the plot, you must pay attention to the high mortality rate. In "Mixed Blood", the safest person in the book is the protagonist. Whether it is the enemy or the protagonist's underlings, they all have a high probability of becoming cannon fodder. But it is better than those passers-by who die without a sense of existence. Although the protagonist may not be able to escape the fate of "dying and causing the protagonist to explode," at the same time, there is a higher chance that the protagonist will receive a branch mission to "save a good (useful) brother" and try to resurrect a good (useful) brother.
In fact, in YY novels, there was a creature that could stay by the protagonist's side unscathed, and that was the heroine. Even if the heroine died, the protagonist would try his best to resurrect the girl in order to ensure the diversity of his harem. Du Ze selectively ignored this point. In short, if you follow the protagonist, you will not only have a good future, but you can also witness the 3D version of "Mixed Blood" reality show. You can also help the protagonist restore the original Moe Master. Du Ze remembered his previous goal of "saving the Moe Master," and once again calmed the grievance of almost being killed by the protagonist.
This child is hopeless.
Du Ze looked at Xiu, his eyes lingering on Xiu's bony right hand. There was a soft whisper in his heart: In fact, the reason is not important. The most important thing is that this is his favorite novel, "Mixed Blood," and the protagonist in front of him is his favorite protagonist, isn't it?
So here, in this world, he has an advantage that no one else has: "Mixed Blood" is a novel for the readers; for the world, it is a prophecy; for the protagonist, it is a life, including all his feelings and experiences. Now the protagonist is a hedgehog. When he catches someone, he explodes his hair and shoots thousands of arrows indiscriminately. (PS: AOE is a group attack that doesn't distinguish between friend and foe.) He is completely unwilling to trust others. He can't talk about feelings with the protagonist, he can only talk about benefits. Du Ze decided to learn from a story he once read, "The Madman, the Rooster, and the Man." (PS: If you haven't heard of it, you can Baidu it.) The blackened protagonist is the prince who is sick. Only when he says that he is a madman who wants to destroy the world will the protagonist listen to him.
He doesn't know if there will be a language barrier, but he will try it first. Du Ze pressed his hand on his headphones and slowly said: "I'm here to fulfill your wish."
That was the sentence he squeezed out of his social barrier.
Du Ze's voice had a slightly strange accent. The sticky, soft, nasal voice was like a pure piano piece with a cello accompaniment. Although it did not achieve the normal effect of the song, it was not out of place and abrupt. It was a very magical feeling. Du Ze knew that he wasn't speaking the Chinese that he was familiar with, but a language that he had never heard before. But he knew what it meant and was able to speak it. Sure enough, transmigrators don't have to worry about language problems at all. Whether in front of the ancients or aliens, they can speak freely.
The blue light in the depths of Xiu's pupils jumped. He stared at Du Ze without saying a word.
Du Ze once again organized his words and coldly and stiffly showed Xiu the value of keeping him.
"I know how to leave the Lost Land." Although I learned the method from you.
"I know how to make you stronger." Although I learned the method from you.
Du Ze thought that this kind of behavior that would have belonged to the protagonist in the future was really cool. Spoilers are really heaven-defying tools. In the future, there will be no need to worry about the favorability of the protagonist. The opposite Xiu looked a little shaken, but he still looked at him with some hesitation and vigilance. His value has been shown, so now he has to expose his weaknesses to reassure the violent and controlling protagonist.
"I don't know magic, I don't know martial arts, my only specialty is resurrection." In the face of the cold and taciturn undead Lich, Du Ze felt that he had become very talkative: "You can easily kill me."
Xiu no longer stared at Du Ze in silence. He finally spoke. His voice was very strange and hoarse, not like a human voice, but it was not unpleasant.
"… What is your purpose?"
[Let's see how the young Xiu awakens his bloodline and finally embarks on the road to becoming a god.]
The text of "Mixed Blood" once again appeared in Du Ze's mind, but this time it made his blood boil and his heart beat so fast that it didn't feel like his own.
"I want to see you become a god."
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Faith in darkness, desire for power, loyalty to evil.
Skeletons spread death, ghosts harvest souls, zombies are immortal and indestructible.
We are called the forgotten, people from the past, the Undead.
– excerpt from "Mixed Blood: Poems of the Undead"
The author has something to say: Protagonist: (silently taking out a piece of paper) Come and sign the contract.
Reader: … Do you think I didn't see the word "marriage certificate"?
Author: I approve =
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That, girls, if you don't really hate this article, please don't give it a negative score.
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The undead come XD:
If you want to see a picture of the character, you can go to the artist's Weibo:? Topnav = 1 & wvr = 5
Thanks to Unscented Writing, Gutian Te, Northern Phoenix, Pickled Cabbage Steamed Bun, White Flower, May There Be No Clouds in the Sky (2), 00oo00, Flirtatious Young Master, 6020142, Dust with the Light, Some Blue, Jiye, 12383299, Sin Sang, akxw0124 (2), My Name is Mr. P, Seiyu's Mine ~
Thanks to Summer Cicada and akxw0124's grenades ~
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