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

"Maybe it's the effect of alcohol, but it's more because of you." Zhang Chen's voice was low and magnetic, and seemed to carry an irresistible charm.

A complex emotion flashed in the saint's eyes, her body trembled slightly, but she did not reject Zhang Chen's approach.

She knew that she could no longer escape this intoxicating temptation.

Zhang Chen's fingers slid down her neck, feeling her smooth and delicate skin, and a strong desire to possess her surged in his heart.

The touch of that tender white skin was like lighting a match, instantly burning away his sanity.

He knew that he had been completely lost in this ocean of fragrance.

Chapter 369 Decision

"Saint, you are so beautiful." Zhang Chen's voice was low and firm, as if announcing an irreversible fate.

There was a hint of confusion and slight resistance in the saint's eyes, but her body involuntarily moved closer to Zhang Chen.

Her breathing was rapid and her chest heaved violently, as if she was waiting for something.

Zhang Chen lowered his head and kissed her lips gently.

At that moment, it seemed as if the whole world had quieted down, leaving only the two people's heartbeats and each other's breathing.

The saint's lips were soft and warm, with a hint of sweetness.

Zhang Chen's tongue tip gently probed into her mouth and felt her tongue tip tremble slightly.

The tips of their tongues entangled between their lips and teeth, as if they were having a silent communication.

The saint's body trembled slightly, but soon relaxed, allowing Zhang Chen's tongue tip to wander in her mouth.

Her tongue also began to respond, gently intertwining with Zhang Chen's tongue, as if expressing the deep desire and fascination in her heart.

Zhang Chen's hand slid to her waist and gently pulled her closer.

The two bodies were pressed tightly together, as if they were about to merge into one.

The saint wrapped her arms around Zhang Chen's neck, arched her body slightly, and responded to his every move.

"Saint, you are so sweet that I am irresistible." Zhang Chen murmured between his lips, his voice hoarse and full of desire.

"Master! I will always be loyal to you." The saint's lips were slightly swollen.

The snow-white neck was covered with strawberry marks.

Zhang Chen did not respond, but kissed her even more passionately.

Come and attack her swollen and red lips!

The tip of her tongue danced in Zhang Chen's mouth, like a soft cloud, guiding every nerve in his body.

The air was filled with the strong aroma of alcohol and an ambiguous atmosphere. In the dim bar, two people lost in desire seemed to be performing an endless intoxication.

Their kiss deepened, their breathing became faster and faster, and their heartbeats seemed to pierce their chests.

The bartender beside was stunned, wiping the crystal glass mechanically with the rag in his hand.

He polished the cup until it was so shiny that it could almost be used as a mirror.

"This guy is so big!" the bartender exclaimed in a low voice, his eyes widened like bells, his mouth slightly open, and he almost drooled.

"Oh my God!" The drinkers next to them exclaimed in admiration. Some even put down their glasses, completely amazed by the enthusiasm of Zhang Chen and the Saint.

Attracted by the kiss scene.

The scene of the Raptors soaring into the sky was shocking.

"Shh, keep your voice down and don't disturb them." A fashionably dressed woman gently touched her friend beside her, her eyes flashing with excitement and envy.

"Oh, these days, young people are really brave." An uncle wearing sunglasses shook his head, but a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

The music in the bar was still loud and the lights were still flashing, but at this moment, everyone's eyes were focused on the couple immersed in it.

Zhang Chen and the Saint seemed to be completely immersed in each other's world, completely unaware of the gazes of the people around them.

Fold her up and hold her in your arms.

I just feel it is very easy to operate.

"How long do you think that guy can last?" A tall and thin woman leaned close to the bartender's ear with a hint of teasing in her tone.

"Who knows? But looking at their posture, it probably won't be short." The female bartender shrugged and continued to wipe the crystal glass in her hand, but her eyes could not help but look at the kissing couple again.

Zhang Chen's hand wandered around the saint's waist, as if he wanted to embrace her completely in his arms.

Her figure looked particularly soft in the dim light, and her fair skin glowed faintly under the candlelight.

The saint's eyes were complicated, showing worry and a hint of curiosity.

Because she had never been stared at by so many people before.

She wrapped her arms tightly around Zhang Chen's neck, buried her head in his chest, bit her lips, and tried not to make any sound.

Zhang Chen sensed her child and grabbed her hair.

Look at that shy little face in the light.

Their lips and tongues intertwined, their breathing rapid and passionate, as if they wanted to melt each other's souls in this moment.

The air in the bar was filled with a strong sense of ambiguity, and every detail under the lights was infinitely magnified.

Not only Zhang Chen and the Saint were intoxicated at this moment, but also the female drinkers who were watching. Their heartbeats seemed to speed up as they were caught up in this passionate performance.

Climax.

The saint who could predict the future seemed to be able to see what was happening in the palace.

Probably due to her supernatural powers, Zhang Chen, who was integrated with her, also saw the same scene.

As long as they don't separate.

Zhang Chen can see all the scenes predicted by the saint.

On the corridor of the palace, Feldman staggered into the queen's bedroom despite the guards' obstruction.

Feldman's steps were unsteady, and he had obviously drunk a lot of alcohol. His eyes were blurry and he was humming a tuneless song.

"Your Highness Feldman, you can't go in!" The guards anxiously tried to stop him, but Feldman just pushed them away and continued walking towards the bedroom.

"Go away! I have something important to do!" Feldman waved his hand to drive away the guards who were blocking his way, his voice strongly scented with alcohol.

The queen's bedroom was magnificent and golden. The door was kicked open by Feldman with a deafening sound.

The old and ugly queen sat up in shock, her large silk nightgown slipped off, revealing her no longer young face.

There was a flash of fear in her eyes, then it turned into anger.

"Ferman! What are you doing?" The queen's voice was sharp and majestic, and she was furious.

Fehrman walked to the bedside, looked at the queen with drunken eyes, and a disdainful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. "Mother, I have something to say!"

"What are you doing? Do you know that this is the royal palace, my bedroom?" The queen was so angry that her face turned blue. She pointed at Feldman with trembling fingers and was about to start scolding him.

"Mother, you have been controlling me, and now I don't want to listen to you anymore!" Feldman yelled loudly, with flames of anger burning in his eyes.

He waved his hands, as if venting his dissatisfaction and long-suppressed emotions.

"Shut up! How dare you talk to me like that!" The queen was furious, with a tremor in her voice.

She stood up from the bed, her robe swaying slightly with her movements, making her look even more majestic.

"I dare! Today I want to tell you that I am no longer your puppet!" Feldman's voice became louder and louder, as if it would shake down the entire bedroom.

His eyes were firm, as if he had made some kind of decision.

At this moment, all the maids quietly approached the door of the bedroom.

"Your Highness Feldman, please calm down." The maid beside the queen stepped forward and persuaded softly.

Chapter 370 Impeachment

Feldman turned his head sharply and saw the maid beside him.

There was a flash of confusion in his eyes, but it was quickly covered by anger.

"How dare a lowly person like you stop me?" There was a strong sense of sarcasm in Feldman's voice, and his eyes were as sharp as a knife as he stared at the maid kneeling on the ground.

The maid raised her head tremblingly, with fear and helplessness in her eyes: "Your Highness, I am not here to stop you, but..."

Feldman snorted coldly and interrupted her: "But what? A humble existence like you has no right to speak here."

The maid's body trembled slightly, but she still insisted: "Your Highness, you broke into Her Majesty the Queen's bedroom late at night. Such behavior will cause rumors. Once it gets out, Your Highness's position will be lost and you will be impeached by the ministers."

Feldman's face became even gloomier, and his brows knitted. He took a step forward and looked down at the maid: "Are you threatening me?"

"No, I dare not. I am just worried about your safety. I beg you to think twice." The maid hurriedly shook her head, her voice full of pleading:

At this moment, the door of the bedroom was suddenly pushed open.

The queen was wearing a gorgeous nightgown, with a trace of fatigue and anger on her face. She looked at Feldman coldly: "Feldman, what exactly do you want to do by breaking into my bedroom late at night?"

"Mother, I just came to see you and talk about my worries." Feldman's eyes suddenly became complicated, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.

The queen's eyes were cold, and she expressed her disgust for him without disguising herself: "Fehrman, do you think there will be any good results from doing this?"

There was a glimmer of madness in Feldman's eyes, and his voice was low and threatening: "Good result?"

"Mother, I don't care anymore. What about the ministers' impeachment?"

"I just want to be free and not live in the shadow of the pope."

"For so many years, no matter what I do, there will always be people who say I am not as good as the young pope."

Fehrman sneered, suddenly reached out and pulled the queen closer, pressing her roughly against the wall, with a dangerous light flashing in his eyes: "Mother, do you know? Sometimes, I really want all this to end."

There was a flash of fear in the queen's eyes, but she quickly regained her composure: "Ferman, you are crazy!"

Feldman's smile became even more ferocious: "Yes, I'm crazy. Being persecuted, suppressed, and controlled, all of this makes me crazy!"

At this moment, the maid suddenly rushed forward, crying in despair: "Your Highness, please stop! If you continue like this, you will ruin yourself!"

Feldman's hand paused slightly, and a hint of murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

The queen took the opportunity to break free and glared at him: "Fehrman, give up your stupid idea, otherwise you will be doomed!"

"Feldman, what do you want to do?" The queen's voice was still cold, but a little softer than before.

"What do you want to do?"

"Oh my god!" Fehrman untied the restraints around his waist, "Your Majesty the Queen."

The air in the bedroom seemed to freeze, and everyone's eyes were focused on Feynman, waiting for his next words.

"Someone, come and drag this beast out!" Queen Eva was so angry that the wrinkles on her face began to tremble, and her voice was filled with suppressed anger.

Upon hearing the sound, the guards immediately rushed into the bedroom. Their armor gleamed in the candlelight, and they looked extremely serious and nervous.

"Whoever dares to touch me, I will give an order tomorrow to kill his entire family!" Feldman stood on the bed, his eyes revealing a fierce look, waving his arms, as if he wanted to drive away everyone who approached.

"I will be the successor to the throne in the future. If you dare to disobey me, it will be a disrespect for the imperial power." Feldman's voice echoed in the palace like thunder, with a crazy smile on his face.

When the guards heard this, they hesitated.

They looked at each other, then stepped aside, not daring to get any closer.

Feldman's identity made them dare not act rashly for fear of causing greater trouble.

There was a glimmer of pride in Fehrman's eyes, and he suddenly reached out to the queen, tearing her gray hair.

The queen's hair was like a tangled mess in his hands, being pulled so hard that it hurt, and a painful expression appeared on her face.

"Stop! Feldman, you beast, how dare you be so outrageous!" There was a hint of disgust in the queen's voice. She had never seen her son so crazy.

This also proved that this prince was not the right person to take over as Pope.

"Old man, I've had enough of your control!"

There was a burning anger in Fehrman's eyes, as if he was going to set the entire palace on fire.

His hand struck the queen's old but still elegant cheek hard, causing her head to tilt and her golden hair to fall on her shoulders due to the violent movement.

That slap carried long-suppressed anger and resentment, as if it wanted to vent all the dissatisfaction at once.

"If you hadn't formed a clique and let the ministers isolate me, how could I be imprisoned in this cage?" Feldman's voice was like thunder, echoing in this solemn bedroom.