I'm a zombie, what's the point of awakening the yellow-haired system?

Instantly the heart stopped beating and they all died on the spot.

After seeing that they were all killed by Zhang Chen's supernatural powers, Jenny's anger instantly dissipated.

Zhang Chen walked up and gently held Jenny's little hand, his eyes full of tenderness.

"Jenny, are you okay?"

She opened her eyes in panic and threw herself into Zhang Chen's arms, tears streaming down her face. "Brother Zhang Chen, I'm fine."

Inside the imperial palace meeting hall, the magnificent decorations radiated a luxurious glow under the candlelight.

The walls are covered with precious oil paintings, each of which tells the glorious history of the royal family.

The thick red carpet stretched into the distance like an endless billboard, indicating the center of power here.

In this solemn environment, a completely different scene is taking place.

A beautiful maid, wearing a long white silk dress, the hem of which trailed gently on the ground.

Her skin was as white and delicate as fine porcelain, and her bright big eyes sparkled with anxiety and shyness.

Her lips parted slightly, her breathing was rapid, and her cheeks had an alluring blush.

"Your Highness, don't be like this. The ministers outside are waiting for you to discuss matters!" The maid's voice was as clear as a silver bell, but with a hint of fear.

Prince Fehrman smiled, with an evil look between his eyebrows, "Don't pay attention to them."

He put one arm around the maid's slender waist and stroked her cheek with the other hand, his eyes full of possessiveness.

Feldman's lips gently touched the maid's earlobe, and his warm breath made her body tremble.

"What if!" The maid's voice became more and more nervous, and she pushed Feldman away weakly with her hands.

"There's no such thing as a chance of that happening. The Pope is in China, thousands of miles away, and he doesn't care about our remote place at all." Feldman didn't care and laughed even more wildly.

He ignored the maid's struggle and gently lifted her skirt, revealing her long and beautiful legs.

Feldman's eyes became hot, like a cheetah staring at its prey.

He leaned over and slipped under the maid's skirt, his hands roaming over her smooth thighs, teasing the delicate skin.

The maid's breathing became more rapid and her legs trembled weakly.

She was filled with conflicting feelings.

On the one hand, it is resistance to the prince, and on the other hand, it is religious belief.

"Your Highness, please respect yourself." The maid's voice was as low as a mosquito's, with a hint of pleading.

Fellman's finger.

On her skin.

It passed by, like the touch of electricity.

Let her.

Trembling all over.

"Don't be afraid, I will be responsible for you." Feldman's voice was low and magnetic.

Hearing this, the maid's body gradually relaxed, her hands hung limply at her sides, and the defense line in her heart gradually collapsed.

Let Prince Feldman ride and shoot.

At this moment, the door of the conference hall was suddenly pushed open and a minister walked in hurriedly.

"Your Highness, urgent military information!" The minister's voice suddenly rang out, breaking the ambiguous atmosphere.

The maid woke up suddenly, her face turned pale in an instant, and she hurriedly adjusted her skirt.

Feldman emerged from under her skirt, still with a playful smile on his face, "What's the hurry?"

The minister obviously didn't notice what happened just now, and said anxiously: "Zombies suddenly attacked our border. The situation is very critical."

Fehrman, who still had crystal clear sticky liquid at the corner of his mouth, frowned slightly. Although he was somewhat dissatisfied with being interrupted, he still said seriously: "Call all ministers to discuss the matter immediately."

The maid took the opportunity to step aside and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

She knew that she had escaped for the time being, but the complicated emotions in her heart still could not be calmed down.

Feldman glanced at her, a meaningful gleam in his eyes.

"You can leave first and come back to me later."

The maid bowed her head and responded, picked up the torn underwear on the ground, and hurriedly left the meeting room, but her heart was still restless.

In the corridor, the candlelight dimly illuminated the walls on both sides, and long shadows swayed on the floor.

The golden carved decorations and gorgeous wall hangings make this corridor look as luxurious as a dream.

However, beneath this beautiful appearance, a cruel drama is hidden.

The maid was grabbed by the hair by the burly guard, and her hair fell messily on her shoulders.

She has a tall and slender figure, with attractive chest curves, a slender waist, and long and white legs under her long skirt, which makes her look extremely attractive.

There was fear and helplessness in the maid's eyes, and her petite body looked so fragile under the guard's control.

“Deal with this cholera court maid.” Queen Eva stood not far away, her eyes filled with cold anger.

She was wearing a gorgeous robe and a crown on her head, and her majestic aura made people dare not look directly at her.

"Your Majesty, it was the prince who forced me." The maid's voice trembled with a hint of pleading. Her beautiful eyes were filled with tears, and she looked pitiful.

Eva snorted coldly, her eyes full of contempt and disdain, "You were the one who seduced him first. How can you let him concentrate on state affairs when you are dressed like this?"

The maid's long skirt was slightly open, revealing her shoulders and collarbones, and her skin was as white as snow.

Her chest heaved and her breathing came in short gasps, making her look particularly alluring.

However, in the eyes of the Queen, this was a naked provocation.

"Shut her mouth, take her away, and leave her to you!" Eva waved her hand impatiently, obviously unwilling to listen to any more explanations.

"Don't..." The maid's voice was blocked, and the fear in her eyes became more intense.

The guards stuffed a rough cloth into her mouth and pinned her to the ground, completely ignoring her struggles and helplessness.

Tears slid from the maid's eyes and dripped onto the cold floor.

Her heart was filled with despair and helplessness, and her body was dragged away roughly by the guards like a lamb to be slaughtered.

At the end of the corridor, the candlelight still flickered, as if mocking her fate.

Chapter 365 Begging for mercy

Queen Eva watched all this coldly, without a trace of pity in her eyes.

She knew that no one would shed tears for a humble maid.

The maid was dragged into a dark corner, and the guards had tears streaming down their faces.

Her bun was roughly pulled apart by the guards, and her jet-black hair fell on her shoulders like a waterfall, looking extremely messy.

Her slender white arms were covered in bruises, which was shocking to the eye, and her fragile body looked so helpless in front of the strong guards.

"Let me go...please!" Her voice trembled with fear, and her tone was filled with endless pleading, as if that weak voice could shake the cold heart.

However, there was no mercy in the guards' eyes. They pressed her coldly onto a heavy, old wooden table. The cold touch of the wood pierced her skin.

"Let you go?" A guard sneered, his voice piercing her heart like a knife, "Will the queen let us go?"

Her heart was beating as fast as a drum, and fear and despair intertwined, almost swallowing her.

The maid regretted very much why she did not cooperate with the prince at the beginning.

Now they have fallen to the point where they can only be slaughtered at will.

"That's right. Seducing the prince is a serious crime." Another guard took over, with malicious light flashing in his eyes and a mocking smile on his lips.

"I didn't! I didn't do anything!" She shook her head desperately, tears kept falling, and her voice trembled with fear.

The pure white dress was torn into pieces in an instant, the fabric flying everywhere, revealing her perfect curves.

Her skin was as smooth as fine porcelain, her chest rose and fell noticeably with her rapid breathing, and her waist was so slender that it seemed as if it would break if bent.

Her legs were long and white, trembling slightly, making her look extremely fragile.

"You are really pretty, little girl." The third guard's fingers stroked her cheek, and the cold touch made her shiver.

"Don't act innocent. Everyone knows what you're thinking." The first guard slammed his palm on the table, shocking her to pieces.

"I didn't...really didn't..." Her voice became weaker and weaker, and her eyes were filled with despair.

"You still dare to quibble?" The second guard grabbed her arm so hard that she cried out in pain.

"I beg you." Her voice was miserable.

It seems like I will be overwhelmed by suppressed fear at any time.

"Let me go please!"

The maid felt herself.

Being treated roughly, those cold fingers.

On her skin.

Leaving a burning mark.

Her tears fell again and dripped onto the cold table.

"Let you go? The queen will execute us!" Greed flashed in the guard's eyes.

"I don't have to tell you...my father can give you gold coins." Her voice was weak and helpless, like the cry of a wounded bird.

Her heart was filled with helplessness and she could only beg with all her might, hoping to find a glimmer of hope.

"Huh, gold coins? Do you think we will believe it?" The first guard snorted coldly and pinched her chin with his fingers, forcing her to raise her head.

The maid's vision began to blur. Tears blurred her eyes, but they could not blur the fear that penetrated deep into her bones.

"You are such a pretty girl, it's such a pity." The second guard's fingers slid across her face with a sickening greed.

"Please... please..." Her voice was almost drowned by tears. The scene in front of her eyes gradually became blurred and she could only feel endless fear.

However, the guards showed no mercy.

Roughly tearing the dress.

Outside the door, the impatient soldiers began to tiptoe and look.

Looking forward to playing myself.

"I wonder what the place the prince has tasted is like."

"No~" The maid's voice was suppressed by fear, and her weak struggle seemed so pale and powerless.

The guards ruthlessly lifted up her dress, and the snow-white fabric made a tearing sound in their hands, as if announcing her fate.

The guards in the palace.

Most of them were involved in the tearing activity.

Her stomach kept churning, as if an invisible hand was stirring it, and every second was an unbearable torture.

Her face was as pale as paper, her forehead was covered with cold sweat, her body was trembling slightly, and she looked increasingly weak.

"You... will be punished." Her voice became hoarse with pain, and every word seemed to take up all her strength.

"What have you done? You know the answer." A guard sneered and looked at her miserable appearance without a trace of pity in his eyes.

The churning feeling in her stomach grew stronger and stronger, as if a huge storm was about to break out.

She couldn't bear it any longer, and suddenly bent over and vomited a ball of unknown substance.

The thing had a foul odor mixed with undigested food residues, which was disgusting.

"Ugh... Ugh..." Her tears mixed with gastric juice flowed out, and her throat was choked and burning with pain.

Her body was hunched over, as if she was being pressed down by something heavy and was unable to break free.

"This is just the beginning, little girl." Another guard said coldly, his eyes full of malice.

Her intestines felt as if they were filled with mud, and every cell was screaming in protest.