After an unknown period of time.
Meng Yi finally felt the crushing pain gradually subside.
He staggered to his feet.
He felt an extremely majestic power emerging from his body.
It was completely different from the true qi in his body.
But it really existed!
At the same time.
An uncontrollable desire rose in his body.
"Blood!"
"I want blood!"
He let out a confused voice.
He staggered and rushed outside.
A shadow flashed past.
Mu Han suddenly appeared behind him and threw a punch.
"Bang!"
The fist landed on the back of his head.
Instantly.
Meng Yi fell to the ground.
He fainted.
Mu Han slowly squatted down and pressed his hands on the top of his head.
Black and red smoke and dust interweaved and entered his nostrils.
Then, he would extract it.
Deprived!
He temporarily deprived Meng Yi of the ability to develop demon descendants.
"Ding dong!"
"You developed Meng Yi into the first demon descendant and deprived him of the ability to develop a third generation of zombies. You are rewarded with all attributes 10, Zombie God true blood fusion rate 1%, and earth smelting technique!”
A cold mechanical voice sounded.
Mu Han felt a warm current rise in his body.
It instantly engulfed his entire body.
It swept away his fatigue.
"Ding dong!"
"Host, please send Meng Yi to the First Emperor and show him how terrifying a zombie can be when sucking blood.”
This…
Wasn't that too cruel?
Mu Han smacked his lips.
He grabbed Meng Yi's leg decisively.
He directly dragged it forward.
Anyway, after becoming a second-generation zombie, Meng Yi's skin was already rough and thick.
He wouldn't be able to drag it out.
Mu Han dragged the unconscious Meng Yi.
He swaggered towards Ying Zheng's bedroom.
On the way.
The Iron Eagle Swordsman who was hiding in the dark had already seen everything clearly.
Everyone had a strange expression on their faces.
"Hiss…that looks like General Meng Yi?”
"He…he was actually dragged away by Young Master Mu Han in such a shameful position?”
"So, General Meng Yi failed?”
"His Majesty will definitely be furious."
"General Meng Yi was actually knocked down by a child?”
"Quickly report this to His Majesty!"
“……”
In the bedroom.
Candles were burning on the bronze lamp stand, illuminating the entire bedroom.
Ying Zheng sat on the couch, his golden saber in full swing.
They were waiting for Meng Yi's triumphant return.
Suddenly!
"Da da da…"
Amidst the chaotic footsteps.
A man's croaky voice sounded outside.
"Your Majesty! General Meng Yi had been knocked unconscious by Young Master Mu Han!”
"Now, he is being dragged by Young Master Mu Han to His Majesty's bedroom!”
？？？
Ying Zheng's expectant expression gradually froze.
He was dumbfounded.
Meng Yi failed.
She was even dragged by Mu Han to find him?
This…
She recalled Mu Han's adoring and worshipful gaze.
He thought about everything that might happen later.
The First Emperor was numb.
Is my glorious image about to collapse?
"Da da da…"
Footsteps sounded.
Mu Han's tender voice came from outside the door.
"Is Imperial Father asleep?"
"Your son, Mu Han, has come to pay his respects to you.”
Without waiting for Ying Zheng's reply.
He had already pushed open the door.
He dragged Meng Yi, who looked like a dead dog, in.
Outside.
The group of Iron Eagle swordsmen looked at each other, none of them daring to step forward.
The corners of Ying Zheng's mouth twitched.
A gentle smile appeared on his face.
"Han 'er, why did you come over so late at night?”
"Right, what's going on with Meng Yi?”
"He was actually drunk on duty?”
"Don't worry, tomorrow this one will punish him severely. He actually woke up this one's son when he was drunk!”
After saying that.
His expression changed.
"Someone come!"
"Drag Meng Yi out and find a place to sober up!”
A few Iron Eagle Swordsmen entered upon hearing the voice.
Mu Han frowned.
"Father."
"General Meng wasn't drunk, he was knocked unconscious by your son.”
？？？
Ying Zheng's expression froze.
The expressions of the Iron Eagle Swordsmen changed, and they did not dare to move forward.
"Knocked out?"
"He…you…this…"
Ying Zheng was a little speechless.
Mu Han looked guilty.
"Your son was sleeping well in the bedroom, but suddenly, I felt a little pain in my fingers.”
"Then, I realized that General Meng Yi was cutting my hand. I was so frightened that I subconsciously hugged him and bit him.”
Ying Zheng's face changed.
He waved his hand.
All the Iron Eagle Swordsmen retreated and closed the doors.
He walked to his room.
She walked quickly to Mu Han.
"Han 'er."
"You said…you bit him?"
"How did you bite him?"
Mu Han opened his mouth.
Four fangs instantly protruded out, shining coldly under the candlelight.
Hiss!
Ying Zheng gasped.
However, his expression was still very stable.
"What did you do after you bit him?”
The shame on Mu Han's face became even stronger.
"Your son was muddle-headed at that time. When I finally came to my senses, General Meng Yi was already dying!”
"At that time, your son was very afraid, and your son did not kill him on purpose.”
"But I remember that he is the person you trust the most. If he dies like this, you will definitely be very sad.”
"So your son endured the pain and gave him a drop of blood essence.”
"After General Meng Yi went through a painful transformation, he has also become a zombie!”
"But Father, please rest assured. His loyalty to you will never change.”
"Moreover, after becoming a zombie, General Meng Yi's strength and speed will be greatly increased.”
" But there's another problem…"
"He won't be able to resist sucking blood, sucking human blood!”
After saying that.
Mu Han bowed slightly to the dumbstruck Qin Shihuang.
He crossed his hands and bowed.
"I'm sorry, Imperial Father."
"Your son has caused trouble for Imperial Father."
"General Meng Yi was your right-hand man, but now he has become a monster.”
"In the future, I'm afraid I can't be your imperial father's guard anymore.”
"I have caused you to lose your loyal subject.”
Ying Zheng looked at him foolishly.
She looked at his guilty expression.
Then, he looked at Meng Yi, who was lying on the ground like a dead dog.
The expression on his face had already become extremely interesting.
Regret.
Shocked.
Anger.
There were many.
She stole a glance at his expression.
Mu Han added fuel to the fire.
"Your son is guilty, please punish me, Imperial Father!”
Ying Zheng was so angry that the corners of his mouth were trembling.
His head was buzzing.
However, when she saw his guilty look, she was shocked.
Not only was he unable to vent the anger in his heart, he had to force a smile.
She patted him on the shoulder.
"Han 'er…"
"This…is not your fault."
"It's that bastard Meng Yi who's lucky. Ah, no, it's his bad luck!”
"You don't have to blame yourself!"
She comforted Mu Han.
Ying Zheng felt that his heart was bleeding.
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