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

"As for you..." Zhang Chen Xueling stood in the moonlight, her perfect curves outlined in a white long dress.

Most women of the Northern Snow Spirit Tribe are tall and plump, and as a saint, she is particularly outstanding.

The slender waist can be held in one hand, the plump breasts support the thin dress with a graceful curve, and the long and slender legs are faintly visible.

Her waist-length silver hair danced in the wind, making her skin look whiter than snow, like an ice elf.

A few days ago, when she was being hunted by the demons from the southern continent, the blood-stained white dress was torn into pieces.

When Zhang Chen rescued her, he briefly saw her breathtakingly perfect body.

Even at the critical moment of life and death, that scene made his heart beat faster.

"You are hurt." Xueling suddenly approached, with a faint scent of sandalwood, and her slender fingers gently stroked the wound on Zhang Chen's arm.

Her full breasts almost touched his arms, "Let me help you."

A wisp of cold air seeped into the wound, instantly stopping the bleeding and forming a scab. This was the innate magical power of the Snow Spirit Tribe.

"Each of these sixth-level beasts is comparable to an S-level mutant."

Xue Ling stroked the head of a giant wolf and leaned forward with her plump body. "They will protect this place, just like... they protect our home."

When she mentioned the word "home", a hint of tenderness flashed in her cold eyes.

Chapter 582: Luna Fights the Weak Warrior

The moonlight shines into the room through the window lattice, casting a hazy silver glow.

Xueling pushed the door open and walked in. She was wearing a tight white fur coat today, showing off her perfect figure.

The plump breasts are tightly wrapped, rising and falling with her breathing, her slender waist can be held in one hand, and her long legs are outlined with seductive curves by the close-fitting animal skin.

Zhang Chen was rubbing his temples. He was exhausted from dealing with the affairs of the safe zone in recent days.

Sensing the breath of the snow spirit, he smiled slightly.

"Let me help you." Xueling said softly and walked behind Zhang Chen.

Her slender jade fingers gently pressed on his temple, and a ray of cool spiritual energy seeped in, relieving his fatigue.

As she relaxed, Xueling's delicate body gradually moved closer.

Her soft breasts rubbed against Zhang Chen's back from time to time, with a faint sandalwood scent and Xueling's unique body fragrance.

The pair of jade hands slid from the temple to the shoulders and neck, gently kneading every inch of tense muscles.

"Hmm..." Zhang Chen sighed comfortably and his whole body relaxed.

Xueling looked at his tired but still handsome profile and a strange feeling surged in her heart.

Since being rescued by him, this cold and arrogant Saint of the Snow Spirit Clan developed an attachment to a man for the first time.

At this moment, she just wanted to share everything with him.

Xueling's fingers slid across the back of Zhang Chen's neck, and each pressure was somewhat ambiguous.

She leaned over, exhaling sweetly, "Do you think I was too cruel in dealing with those women today?"

Zhang Chen held her hand and pulled her in front of him.

Xueling fell onto his lap, her long, beautiful legs faintly visible under her fur skirt.

"You did the right thing. In these last days, mercy often means death."

Feeling the man's strong chest, Xueling trembled slightly.

She raised her head, her icy blue eyes gleaming with a strange light, "I...I just don't want any woman to get close to you."

Zhang Chen stroked her smooth back with his palm, feeling the girl's warmth through the thin animal skin.

"Why would a dignified Saint of the Snow Spirit Clan be jealous?"

"No...no." Xueling said stubbornly, but took the initiative to hug Zhang Chen's neck, "It's just...you saved me, so I am yours."

Zhang Chen looked at the beauty in his arms and his heart moved.

This Saintess of the Snow Spirit Clan, who is usually cold as ice, shows such a charming side at this moment.

His hand moved upward along the lines of the animal hide, feeling the girl's perfect curves...

Zhang Chen lowered his head and kissed Xueling's red lips. The girl was a little awkward at first.

His nose was filled with her unique scent.

Burying his head in her neck and shoulders, Zhang Chen, addicted to the smell, held her slender waist and caressed her plump breasts.

"Hmm..." Xueling gasped, and her snow-white cheeks flushed.

She is clumsy but seductive.

Outside the door, Luna leaned against the wall, biting her cherry lips.

Listening to the ambiguous sounds coming from the house, a complicated look flashed in her eyes.

(If...if I had the strength of Sister Xueling, I would be able to better protect my master...)

Luna looked at her slender arms, feeling full of self-blame.

As Zhang Chen's personal maid, her fighting skills are too low and she is unable to share the worries of her master.

Every time there is danger, Xueling always steps forward.

But Luna was still sincerely happy to see that her master finally found someone she liked.

She knew that Xue Ling was not only powerful, but also devoted to her master.

(Sister Xueling will definitely be able to protect the master...) Luna prayed silently in her heart, turned around and left quietly.

Luna was about to leave when suddenly a big hand covered her mouth, and several dark shadows flashed out from the darkness.

She wanted to struggle, but the difference in strength was too great and she could only make faint whimpers.

"Don't move, pretty girl."

The leading man in black sneered.

"Just tell us the formula of the antidote and I'll let you live."

Luna shook her head desperately, tears in her eyes.

She knew that these people were coming for her master's antidote.

That was the most important secret of the safe zone, and she would rather die than tell it.

"You're not going to tell me, are you?" The man in black grinned, "I like stubborn little beauties like you the most."

The other men in black quickly set up restrictions at both ends of the corridor to block out the sound.

Luna was pressed to the ground, and her clothes gradually became messy.

She bit her lip to prevent herself from making any sound.

(Master... I'm sorry... I've caused you trouble again...) Tears rolled down Luna's eyes.

She knew that she was too weak and didn't even have a chance to resist.

"Let me see if your body as a doctor is as attractive as your face."

At this moment, a cold voice sounded from the darkness...

A cold light flashed, and Zhang Chen rushed out of the room with a sword in his hand.

His eyes were cold, and without the slightest hesitation, the sword flashed like snow, instantly piercing the throat of the leading man in black.

Before the other men in black could react, Zhang Chen's sword fell like a rainstorm.

Blood splattered and several bodies fell in the corridor.

The whole process was clean and neat, without even giving them a chance to speak.

Luna curled up in the corner, looking at the corpses on the ground with tears in her eyes.

Zhang Chen took off his coat and put it on her, saying softly, "It's okay."

Xueling also came out and looked at the corpse on the ground with a frown.

She squatted down to check and found that these people all had the mark of a certain force on them.

"Master... I'm sorry..." Luna sobbed, "It's all because I'm too weak..."

Zhang Chen shook his head, his eyes still cold: "Don't blame you, I was careless. Come, get rid of these bodies."

Zhang Chen gently picked up Luna.

The girl was shivering, her long black hair was disheveled, making her already fair skin look even paler.

Tears wet her long eyelashes, leaving a layer of mist on her clear eyes.

"Don't be afraid..." Zhang Chen whispered to comfort her, gently stroking her back with his hand.

Luna buried her face in his chest like a frightened deer, her slender fingers tightly grasping his collar.

Xueling looked at this scene, with a complicated look in her eyes.

But she quickly turned around to deal with the bodies, leaving the two of them alone.

"Master...I..." Luna's voice was still trembling, and her cherry lips were slightly pale.

Zhang Chen's coat wrapped around her made her look even more pitiful.

"Silly girl," Zhang Chen hugged her tighter, "I will protect you well in the future."

Luna raised her tearful eyes. In the moonlight, her profile looked like broken porcelain, fragile yet beautiful.

Xue Ling walked barefoot on the cold ground, her thin white animal skin skirt outlining her graceful figure.

In the moonlight, her snow-white neck still had red marks from the lovemaking just now, making her look even more charming.

She came to Luna and gently stroked the girl's cheek with her jade hand: "Luna, don't be afraid. Sleep with us tonight."

Luna looked up, saw the tenderness in Xueling's eyes, and nodded slightly.

Chapter 583: Attack the Snow Tribe

Xueling took her hand, turned around with a hint of charm in her beautiful eyes, and blinked at Zhang Chen.

"Master," she said in a soft and alluring voice, "Luna needs your comfort."

After saying that, she pulled Luna into the room.

The moonlight shone through the window onto her bare feet, and every step she took was full of allure.

"Master...Master..." Luna spoke timidly, her voice as soft as a mosquito's hum.

She sat on the edge of the bed with her head lowered, her long eyelashes trembling slightly.

Xueling leaned against the head of the bed, tapping the surface with her jade feet, watching the scene with interest.

The thin clothes were half-removed, revealing a large area of ​​snow-white skin. The ambiguous marks on the neck were particularly eye-catching in the moonlight.

Luna crawled to Zhang Chen obediently, like a docile kitten.

Her clothes were still a little messy, revealing a section of her fair shoulders.

"Master...Luna is sorry to trouble you..." She bit her lip, tears welling up in her eyes.

Xueling chuckled and lifted Luna's chin with her slender fingers: "Little Luna, let the master bless you tonight..."

......

In the dim morning light, in the backyard martial arts training ground, Xue Ling walked barefoot on the bluestone floor, wearing a tight white dress.

She leaned against the wooden stake, playing with a silver needle in her hand.

Luna knelt on the mat, with fatigue still on her pretty face.

Last night's exercise made her feel sore all over, but her master's orders made her dare not slack off.

"Luna, you are too weak," Xue Ling chuckled, flicked her slender fingers, and the silver needle pierced into the wooden stake ten steps away, "but hidden weapons are most suitable for a woman like you."

She took out an exquisite jade box from her sleeve. When she opened it, she saw various hidden weapons neatly arranged inside: silver needles, sleeve arrows, darts, poison beads... Each one flashed with a cold light.

"These are all smeared with poison," Xueling picked up a silver needle and shook it in front of Luna's eyes, "Even if you are weak, one needle can kill you."