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

The elderly queen was in disbelief for a moment, unable to believe that her own son would treat her like this.

Her still bright eyes widened, filled with fear and helplessness, "You are crazy! You lunatic!"

The Queen's voice became hoarse and her cheeks were red and swollen from Ferman's beating.

"Since you look down on me, why do you want me to sit on this throne?"

Ferman, who was drunk, did not stop his hands, and the anger in his eyes became even more intense.

He tore the queen's pajamas into pieces violently. The soft silk instantly turned into countless pieces in his hands, scattered on the bed and the floor, looking particularly eye-catching.

"My father is over eighty years old and still refuses to give up the throne. Do you want to wait until I die?" Feldman's voice was full of despair and anger. Every word seemed to be like a knife, stabbing the queen's heart fiercely.

"In my opinion, you just want to be the queen, and I'm just your puppet." There was deep resentment in Feldman's eyes, as if he wanted to tear the queen's soul apart.

Tears glistened in the queen's eyes. She had never thought that there would come a day when she would be insulted like this by her own son.

Her body trembled slightly, and her hands hung limply at her sides, as if the whole world was collapsing at this moment.

"Fertman, I am your mother, and I have always been doing this for your own good..." Her voice was filled with deep helplessness and pain, as if she was begging for a little understanding and mercy.

"For my own good? Have you ever asked me how I feel?" Feldman sneered. He raised his hand high again, but stopped at the moment when it was about to fall, as if at that moment he saw the struggle and pain deep in his heart.

Chapter 371: Piercing the Secret

Outside the bedroom, a gust of wind blew, rolling up the fallen leaves on the ground.

In the next second, Queen Eva's old face slowly began to change in Feldman's eyes.

The wrinkled skin gradually becomes smooth, and the face full of traces of time also quietly becomes younger.

Feldman, who was drunk, watched intoxicatedly.

Caressing her cheek.

But in an instant, the queen's appearance in Feldman's eyes completely turned into a delicate saint.

The silky skin, bright eyes, and smile like the morning light make it hard to look away.

"Are you... the saint?" Feldman's voice trembled, and a complex emotion flashed in his eyes, as if at this moment, all his dreams had come true.

The maids prostrated themselves on the ground and respectfully addressed him as Pope.

Even the ministers who usually looked down on him bowed down before him and submitted to him.

Looking back at the beautiful saint on the bed.

Feldman looked at her in fascination.

The saint smiled gently, with a hint of mystery in her eyes.

Her fingers gently stroked Feldman's chest, and her voice was as gentle as the spring breeze: "Yes, Feldman, I have always been a saint."

See this scene.

The guards who were watching looked at him with strange eyes.

They all started talking in low voices, and they felt as if they had seen a ghost when they saw Feldman kissing the Queen.

Their eyes were filled with confusion and fear.

"Her Majesty the Queen actually..." a guard muttered to himself, with disbelief in his voice.

When Feldman had a deep conversation with the Queen.

The maids were shocked, their eyes full of disbelief: "But... why? Why do you do this?"

"She is your mother, isn't she?"

Feldman was still chiseling at the words around him, like a madman.

The queen was so angry at him that she couldn't breathe.

died.

But the magnitude of the movement was so great that the guards did not realize that the queen had passed away.

Until Feldman raised his head and exhaled a breath.

The farce between mother and son finally stopped.

Exhausted to the extreme, Feldman fainted on the bed and fell asleep.

The elderly maid couldn't believe it. What had just happened?

The atmosphere in the bedroom gradually calmed down, like an invisible cold current spreading in the air.

The candlelight flickered, and the shadows on the wall distorted as the flames danced, as if telling of a storm that was about to break out.

The old maid Mariana began to feel uneasy when she saw the queen staring at the ceiling for a long time.

At first, they thought the Queen was so shocked by Ferman's brutality that she collapsed and said nothing.

Mariana took a deep breath, mustered up her courage, slowly stretched out her trembling hand, and tried the queen's breath.

When she felt the cold, temperatureless skin, her heart sank.

"The Queen is dead!" Her voice, with indescribable shock and panic, broke the silence in the bedroom.

Everyone held their breath, and the entire bedroom seemed to be frozen.

The tense nerves seemed to be tightly entangled by invisible threads, and everyone's face was filled with fear and anxiety.

The fact of poor protection was like a huge rock pressing on their hearts, making it hard for them to breathe.

A young maid, Lilith, finally couldn't help it anymore.

"Will we be buried with them?" Her voice was like a stone thrown into the stagnant silence, causing ripples.

Everyone looked at each other, their eyes filled with helplessness and panic.

Mariana's face was pale, her hands were clenched tightly together, and her knuckles turned white from the force.

"What should we do? What should we do?" There was despair in the maid's voice.

How would Fellman handle this?

Will he treat them mercilessly as he did in the past?

Everyone was worried, but helpless.

In an instant, the maids fled the bedroom like frightened birds, and hurriedly returned to their own residences to pack their luggage.

The silent palace seemed particularly hurried as clothes, jewelry, and odds and ends were stuffed into packages.

When General Castro learned the news of the queen's death, his wrinkled face instantly became hideous.

He suddenly drew out the long sword from his waist, and the sword light flashed coldly under the candlelight.

"Stop it!" Castro's voice echoed in the bedroom like thunder.

The maids were stunned for a moment, but soon reacted, and a hint of determination flashed in their desperate eyes. Since they were all going to die, they might as well fight to the death.

"Run! Run as many as you can!" Marianna gave an order and the maids rushed out of the bedroom like a flood breaking through a dam.

However, their hopes were dashed like bubbles.

Castro showed a sneer on his face and swung his long sword suddenly, causing a splash of blood.

The nearest maid had her neck cut off by a knife before she could react, and blood spurted out like a fountain.

"No one can escape!" Castro roared, with a bloodthirsty gleam in his eyes.

The guards were also stunned by the sudden killing, but soon they drew their weapons and began to reap those innocent lives.

A maid tried to escape, but was pierced through the body by a spear. She fell to the ground in pain, with fear and despair still in her eyes.

"Kill them all!" Castro's order was like the judgment of the god of death. The guards waved their weapons frantically, and the bloody smell filled the air inside and outside the bedroom.

The screams that pierce the sky are the loss of a life, and the blood is the proof of this ruthless massacre.

At the same time, the guards who escaped were not spared.

Ferman's cronies acted quickly, ruthlessly hunting down the guards who tried to escape.

A guard was stabbed by a spear, blood dripping from the spear tip. He fell to the ground in pain, groaning in despair.

"Don't kill me! I'm just following orders!" Another guard knelt down and begged for mercy, tears mixed with blood, his voice full of fear. However, the answer he got was a knife to end his life.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, and the palace inside and outside was as tragic as hell.

Those once noble maids fell in a pool of blood, one by one, with endless fear and despair in their eyes.

The guards also died one by one, becoming innocent victims of this palace conspiracy.

The night outside the palace was as dark as water, and the moonlight shining on the roof of the palace seemed particularly cold and clear.

The people fleeing for their lives disappeared into the night like a group of fleeing shadows.

Peace returned to the palace, with only a lingering trace of fear and despair in the silent air.

Feldman's brutality was like a sharp blade hanging over everyone's head, ready to take their lives at any time.

For the maids and guards escaping outside the palace, they would rather live with the zombies than stay here for a minute.

In the bar, the lights were flashing, the music was blaring, and the air was filled with the smell of alcohol and sweat.

Chapter 372 I have my own sense of proportion

A few drunk guys wanted to take a closer look at the saint.

They pushed each other and accidentally knocked over the table next to them, causing wine bottles to roll all over the floor and glass fragments to scatter everywhere.

The crowd burst into laughter and shouts, pushing the already lively atmosphere to a climax.

Zhang Chen felt refreshed from the bottom of his heart.

Who could have imagined such a drunken farce.

He picked up the wine glass and took a sip. The cold liquid slid down his throat, bringing a hint of coolness and pleasure.

"God is really helping me." Zhang Chen said to himself, his tone full of excitement and confidence.

Now, Fehrman in the palace was issuing crazy orders to kill the guards and maids who were close to the queen.

"No one is allowed to leave the palace alive."

"Yes, Your Highness Feldman."

Zhang Chen in the bar saw this scene and beat the saint even more fiercely.

In the dim candlelight, the figure of the saint appeared before everyone like a dream.

Her white robe fluttered slightly with the impact of the chisel.

Her long hair fell like a waterfall, and the golden hair gleamed with warm luster under the candlelight.

The saint drank too much and her face was flushed with drunkenness. The blush was like the dawn glow, adding a touch of charm to her already moving face.

In Zhang Chen's eyes, her cheeks were slightly flushed, a faint smile appeared at the corners of her slightly swollen mouth, and there was a hint of confusion in her drunken eyes.

The saint with her own fragrance made Zhang Chen linger.

He buried his head in her neck and shoulders.

Close your eyes and smell her charming scent.

Every pore seems to be emitting a charming fragrance.

The drunkenness made her body slightly hot, and a layer of fine beads of sweat appeared on her skin, sparkling in the candlelight.

The figure in my arms is curvy, well-proportioned and plump.

The white robe in front of the chest was slightly propped up, making it look full and elastic.

The drunken blush seemed to spread to her neck, making her look even more alluring.

The waist is slender yet flexible.

This touch filled Zhang Chen's entire heart.

The skin is as smooth and delicate as the finest silk, with a faint luster.

Her breathing was a little rapid and her chest rose and fell slightly, making her look even more charming.