Extra episode two

1. Extra episode of Zombie King Small World

Wherever Qiao Zhuo went, the army of zombies would follow him.

In order not to scare the humans in other bases, Qiao Zhuo and Cang Mingxiao chose wilderness paths away from the city along the way.

The skeleton hugged the apple and followed behind Qiao Zhuo. His dark eye sockets curiously looked at the flat glass room he was in.

The warm winter sun slanted into the room, and the clear and bright light smeared the air. Qiao Zhuo huddled on the sofa, covered with a thick soft blanket, and took a nap with his round eyes lightly closed.Sleepy kitten.

He likes Cang Mingxiao's new home very much.

Cang Mingxiao was sweeping the snow at the gate, they stopped and stopped along the way, and they would change places when they got tired of one place.

They have no purpose, just living a small life side by side.

Cang Mingxiao hugged his little zombie and lived a life far away from human society, but he was happy, the corners of his eyes and brows that were hard and indifferent were a little softer.

The movement of zombies will slow down in winter. They gather on the plain outside Qiao Zhuoxin's house and stand quietly, roaring lowly from time to time as if swearing their presence.

Cang Mingxiao wore a black down jacket and opened the door and came in. When the cold wind poured in, Qiao Zhuo yelled coquettishly.

"cold!"

Cang Mingxiao's footsteps were very light, and when he walked to the sofa and bent down to kiss his little zombie, Qiao Zhuo didn't have time to react, and was kissed directly.

Qiao Zhuo huddled in the soft blanket and was forced to look up, with his hands on Cang Mingxiao's chest, sobbing from time to time.

Little Skull is no stranger to this kind of scene. It sits on the high chair on the extended bar and shakes the tripod, while weighing the apple in its hand, playing games with itself.

"Qiao Zhuo." Cang Mingxiao retreated slightly, with a gentle light in his handsome eyebrows, and said softly, "Do you want to build a snowman?"

Qiao Zhuo was spoiled so much that he didn't touch the spring water with his ten fingers, and he only opened one side of his eyes lazily when he heard that, he was so cute.

He groaned, "You treat me like a child."

Cang Mingxiao didn't comment on this, he just hugged the soft blanket and the person in his arms, carried it to the cloakroom and began to put on gloves and scarf for Qiao Zhuo.

Qiao Zhuo complained softly, but in fact Cang Mingxiao's actions were not coercive, but Qiao Zhuo acted like a spoiled child.

"Hand out."

"look up."

Cang Mingxiao hugged Qiao Zhuo in his arms and helped him to dress like taking care of a child, Qiao Zhuo couldn't stop being lazy at this movement, so he had to open his eyes.

But who knew that when he opened his eyes, he just saw the picture in the sideways mirror.

He was set off like a mentally retarded person, and he had to coax and persuade him to even put on clothes.

Qiao Zhuo: "..."

Cang Mingxiao was just about to put earmuffs on Qiao Zhuo, but who knew that the auricles of the person in front of him suddenly turned red with a bang, as if he was about to bleed.

seems shy.

Cang Mingxiao lowered his eyebrows and held back his smile, but couldn't help but raised his hand and rubbed Qiao Zhuo's ears.

Ask: "Baby, what are you thinking?"

Qiao Zhuo's eyelashes trembled uncontrollably, and Cang Mingxiao's low, hoarse voice was full of magnetism, which made his heart skip a beat.

Qiao Zhuo was shy and refused to admit it, grabbed the earmuffs from Cang Mingxiao's hands and put them on his head, and ran out.

The corners of Cang Mingxiao's mouth tightened into a tight smile, and he caught a glimpse of the little skull running out of the house following Qiao Zhuo.

The wind in winter is howling, but the wind and snow stopped for a while this afternoon. The snow in front of the glass house was swept to the side of the road, and the snow in the courtyard was still thick.

Qiao Zhuo seemed to have forgotten what he said when he was lazy and didn't want to come out, and now he wanted to jump in with great interest.

Cang Mingxiao grabbed Qiao Zhuo's waist, hugged him in his arms, and said softly, "I'll catch a cold, let's build a snowman next to it."

Qiao Zhuo wrinkled his nose in dissatisfaction, "I'm a zombie, and zombies don't catch cold."

Unexpectedly, as soon as Qiao Zhuo finished speaking, the little skeleton beside him who jumped into the snow without being stopped just now suddenly sneezed big, and the apples in his hand jumped out, scaring it to rush out to pick it up.

Qiao Zhuo was silent.

Cang Mingxiao raised his eyebrows, and said: "Did you see, this is what happens when you jump in and play in the snow."

Qiao Zhuo: "..."

Cang Mingxiao domineeringly drew out a safe area, and just stood there with a shovel, just like a big patriarch.

Qiao Zhuo rolled the snow with his gloves, and the snowman's head rolled up after a while.

Standing in the snow with his hips akimbo, he hummed and showed off, "Cang Mingxiao, you're amazing."

As soon as Qiao Zhuo went out, several zombies who were standing outside the glass room slowly surrounded him.

Cang Mingxiao usually didn't care about the closeness of these zombies to Qiao Zhuo, and he didn't deliberately drive them away at this moment.

The group of zombies were lying outside the low wall of the front yard and poking their heads. Seeing Qiao Zhuo make a loud noise after making a snowman, they seemed to be praising.

Qiao Zhuo smiled even wider when he heard it.

Wearing a woolen cap and wrapped in a round beige coat, Qiao Zhuo is really cute. His eyes are round and misty, and his smile is so sweet that it makes people tremble.

Cang Mingxiao lowered his head and held Qiao Zhuo's hand, patted the snow on the glove, and said in a low voice, "Baby is so good."

Qiao Zhuo's cheeks turned red suddenly, and he raised his face and demanded domineeringly: "Help me pile up the rest."

It was rare for Cang Mingxiao not to be easily commanded today, and asked, "What about the reward?"

The little skull got into the snow and struggled to swing, but no one paid attention to it.

Qiao Zhuo pursed his lips deliberately, and said in a tricky way: "Reward you with a big watermelon."

Cang Mingxiao chuckled a few times, he grabbed Qiao Zhuo's plush hat and pressed it down, Qiao Zhuo, whose sight was blocked, waved his hands and shouted a few times, and then the world spun.

"Cang Ming Xiao!" Qiao Zhuo shouted.

When he opened his eyes again, he found that Cang Mingxiao was holding him on his neck, like riding a big horse.

Qiao Zhuo put his hands on Cang Mingxiao's shoulders and regained control of the command after only being stunned for a moment.

"Cang Mingxiao, the snow over there is thick! Go over there!"

"Exert yourself..." Qiao Zhuo laughed loudly, "Didn't you boast that you have nowhere to use your strength?"

Cang Mingxiao rolled the snowman, raised his eyebrows and smiled when he heard this, and said solemnly: "Yes."

Qiao Zhuo was rarely silent, his slender waist trembled under the heavy padded jacket, and he quickly changed the subject.

"Carrot, I'll find a carrot for my nose."

Cang Mingxiao gently put the man down, and Qiao Zhuo disappeared again in a blink of an eye.

The tall and handsome man was squatting in the yard to make a snowman, and the little skull finally stood up with struggle, holding the apple that Qiao Zhuo gave it in his hand.

The little skull felt that the atmosphere was stagnant, and sure enough, the next second it heard Cang Mingxiao say, "Go outside at night."

Little Skull: "..."

There is such a little thing in the house, Qiao Zhuo, who is always shy, so that later Cang Mingxiao is very proficient at chasing skeletons.

The little skull knew that the day after tomorrow, or maybe the day after tomorrow, it would see Qiao's glowing red eyes again.

After the snowman was built, Qiao Zhuo, who had run away, walked out of the glass room with carrots in his hands.

He took off his heavy wool hat and gloves, and forgot to put them on when he came out, which made him shiver from the cold.

Seeing this, Cang Mingxiao went straight over and pulled the man into his arms, and said in a deep voice, "I still forgot to wear gloves on my cold hands."

Qiao Zhuo snorted, raised his face and stretched out his hand to hand out the carrot.

"nose."

With a trembling heart, Cang Mingxiao couldn't help but lowered his head and kissed Qiao Zhuo fiercely, who cared about his nose when he was so beautiful.

The night was hazy, and the lamps in the glass room were all lit up, and the stars were dotted, giving it a somewhat festive atmosphere.

The snowman in the front yard is wearing a red scarf, and the carrot is used as a nose. When the wind blows, it snows heavily.

The room is charming, erotic, and erotic, and the little skull outside the house is holding two big apples and chasing zombies to play.

In the warm room with dim yellow lights, Qiao Zhuo lay on his back on the soft bed, stretched out his sweaty hands to wrap his arms around Cang Mingxiao's neck, and smiled sweetly.

"Cang Mingxiao."

Qiao Zhuo raised his face and asked for a kiss, and said softly, "Merry Christmas."

Cang Mingxiao only felt his heart beating violently, he leaned over and kissed gently.

"Merry Christmas, baby."

2. The Little World of the Desert King

In autumn, the high sun was hanging over the vast and boundless golden grassland, the sound of owls fluttered past, and several horses came galloping from a distance, and they rang in unison.

"drive!"

"drive!"

At that time, Jiang Guo and Bei Mo had been married for six years. The strong country married, the people of the two sides were overjoyed, the people lived in peace, Haiyan and Heqing, all praised Emperor Jiang and the king of Bei Mo for their good governance.

Only half a year after his wedding, Jiang Armada ordered the construction of the fast horse road between Beimo and Jiangguo. Now merchants can travel between Beimo and Jiangguo's capital in just half a day.

The trading exchanges are getting more and more prosperous, and marriages between the people of the two sides have become common. Jiang Guo's totem is hung in Beimo, and colorful flags and prayer flags can be seen everywhere on Jiang Guo's long street.

The king of Beimo was handsome and unparalleled, and he was admired immeasurably. For a while, young women in Jiang country aroused excitement in wearing gold earrings.

Golden bells jingle everywhere, but no one can imitate the stunning appearance and demeanor of the Northern Mo King.

——

With the sound of horseshoes, Wu Shan took the lead in the golden field, waving his whip with all his might!

"Drive! Speed up the horse!"

Wu Shan's face was originally resolute, but now that he has already married a wife, he looks even more stable.

Tenge, who was half a step behind him, was wearing a dark green suit, and instead of wearing a jade pendant around his waist, he was wearing a woman's warm-scented handkerchief.

Wu Shan turned his head slightly, and said with a light smile, "Teng Ge, if you don't hurry up, all my father's rewards will be mine!"

Tenge snorted coldly, then frowned tightly, lowered his upper body and started to accelerate.

Since Jiang Guo got married with Beimo, he set the autumn hunting location in the Beimo grassland.

The plain here stretches as far as the eye can see, and the jungle is so lush that it cannot see the sun. The wolves, tigers and leopards are more ferocious than Jiang Guo, and they are also more difficult to tame.

Jiang Guo's hussars general Yue Xiuyuan swung his whip to catch up with Tengge, but he shrugged his shoulders and did not forget to put down his provocative words when he passed: "Young Master Tenge, let's take a step ahead! Drive!"

Hearing the words, Tenge suddenly cheered up, and became a lot more anxious when he swung his whip.

As the galloping horses approached, the people on the horses could already see the tournament arena and yurts in the distance.

The Beimo flag was fluttering in the wind, and countless warriors stood in the pasture with their strong muscles, waving their hands and screaming in cheers.

"Run, run! Prince Wu Shan, hurry up!"

"The riding skills of the Jiang people are not inferior to our son..."

"Quick!"

The sound of the crowd approached, and the horseshoes trembled more violently.

Wu Shan could already see Qiao Zhuo on the main seat, his heart couldn't help being agitated, and he shouted loudly: "Father!"

The bright yellow curtain shielded from the scorching sun, sitting inside was the emperor of Jiang, and beside him was the king of Beimo.

Qiao Zhuo sat on a high chair in a dark blue robe with wide sleeves.

The man's dark brown curly hair fell on his front, and the golden water drop forehead ornament, which was imitated by many Jiang country women, was hanging between his eyebrows and eyes.Clear and audible.

But without waiting for everyone to take a closer look, Jiang Armageddon suddenly put down the gauze curtain beside him, blocking the prying eyes of many bystanders.

Seeing this, Qiao Zhuo propped his chin up and looked sideways at Jiang Armament with a half-smile, raised his eyebrows and said, "Your Majesty has become more and more jealous recently."

Jiang Armageddon came from the capital, and at this moment he had already shed his imperial costume, and took off his crown to reveal a pair of condensed eyes, showing nobility, domineering majesty.

But once he turned his head to look at Qiao Zhuo, that captivating regal aura subsided, and affection appeared in his tender eyes.

"It's good for the king of Beimo to know." Jiang Armor took Qiao Zhuo's hand and placed it on his lips to kiss him lightly, his eyes fixed on the person in front of him, "I'm too jealous these days, I just wait for the king of Beimo to take care of me."Be relieved."

Qiao Zhuo suppressed a smile and let Jiang Armament hold his hand.

Autumn hunting is a regular program every year, and all the courtiers come to pay homage, and more and more eyes are placed on Qiao Zhuo, and Jiang Armor has to be jealous every time.

This time it was even worse, and he deliberately called Shang Bei Mo Wang.

Before Qiao Zhuo could reply, the sound of horseshoes approaching in the distance.

The leader, Wu Shan, waved the red silk satin he had snatched in his hand, and ran across the stands in a very handsome manner, which aroused the surprise and praise of the crowd.

The female relatives were sitting in the adjacent room through the gauze curtain, and Wu Shan's wife's eyes lit up and her face turned red when she saw this.

Tenge and Yue Xiuyuan came running side by side. Jiang Armor turned slightly sideways to Qiao Zhuo after seeing it, and said softly, "Did the king of Northern Mo teach you the riding skills of the two princes?"

"Very colorful."

Qiao Zhuo was agitated by the King of Beimo, coughed lightly, glanced at Jiang Armao, and changed his name on purpose, "Your Majesty's absurd praise."

The pinnae of Jiang Armor's ears were reddish, and after training, he was no longer the new emperor who could be blushed by Qiao Zhuo's words.

The gauze curtain blocked everyone's sight, and Jiang Armor lowered his head and said in a hoarse voice: "I watched their competition and my heart moved slightly. Why didn't the King of Beimo compete with me?"

Qiao Zhuo paused as he twisted the sandalwood beads in his hands, squinted his eyes and looked at Jiang Armament sideways, and asked, "Why the lottery?"

Jiang Armor raised his eyebrows, his eyes were sharp, "Hundreds of business routes, tens of millions of gold."

Qiao Zhuo lifted his chin lightly, smiled a few times, and responded very arrogantly: "Your Majesty's prize, I accept it."

The two supreme beings in the world take the world as a game of chess, betting thousands of mountains and rivers.

Just when the supervisor of ceremonies handed over the rewards, everyone saw two handsome figures jumping out of the gauze curtain.

Qiao Zhuo raised his hand and shouted: "Let the horse!"

Before Wu Shan and the others came back to their senses, the two charged horses flew into the depths of the golden grassland like arrows off the string, stirring up the rustling autumn grass.

"Hey! Father!"

"His Majesty!"

The dark blue robe fluttered in the wind, and the gold ornaments on Qiao Zhuo's forehead jingled. He raised his hand high, swung his whip as fiercely as possible, and shouted proudly in the vast world: "Drive!"

Jiang Armageddon ran side by side with him unashamedly, the man's back was bent down as strong as a tiger and dragon, and he looked at the person beside him with piercing eyes.

The wind blows past the ears, and the autumn grass in front of my eyes has seen hanging clouds.

The cumulus clouds on the desert rolled low into cotton and pressed overhead. The sky was clear and the sun was rising.

Suddenly a slope approached, Qiao Zhuo grabbed the rein and pulled back vigorously, "Woo——"

However, Jiang Armor did not retreat but advanced fiercely, and won the bet almost half a hoof.

Qiao Zhuo's green eyes were lightly closed, and he sat on the horseback with long eyelashes hanging down to look at Jiang Armao, and shook his head with a smile, "You must be crazy."

But who would have thought that in the next second, Jiang Armageddon would rush over, and when they both fell on the grass field, he still didn't forget to reach out to support Qiao Zhuo's back of the head.

After rolling a few times, they were buried in the autumn grass, and the two horses in the distance had come to the side to breathe and rest.

Jiang Armageddon leaned on Qiao Zhuo, smiled heroically and said, "My wife, if you lose, let me handle it."

Qiao Zhuo rolled his eyelids, and the gold earrings ding-dong.

"Jiang Armada, why do you always play tricks?"

As soon as Qiao Zhuo finished speaking, Jiang Armament leaned over and kissed him.

"You just say you should."

"You should."

The wind was calm and the eagles were howling, and they played wanton and absurd in this unrestrained world.

, Da Moxiu Small World episode

"Maxiu Bodhisattva is alive? Don't make nonsense."

A disciple dressed in Ling Yunzong's costume walked across the long street with a sword, and whispered to the charming woman beside him from time to time: "Ming Xiao Xianzun beheaded that demon cultivator under the heavy sword thousands of years ago, how did he come back to life?".”

The woman was not angry when she was refuted, she just snorted and said: "No one can tell right from wrong in the Jianghu world, senior brother, what you heard is true, can what I heard be false?"

The two talked to each other several times, and walked slowly towards the deep alley, their voices also became inaudible.

Pedestrians coming and going on the long street are very lively.

I saw two men standing in front of the rouge stall, one of them was a tall man wearing a white gauze hat to cover his face, and the other was an overly gorgeous man.

Black hair and crow eyelashes, red lips and white teeth.

It is so amazing that people passing by have to look back a few more times.

The two behaved intimately and made no secrets.

The stall owner has a sharp eye. He could tell at a glance that the man in the bamboo hat was a cultivator, and his attitude became very respectful. He leaned over and asked, "You two want to buy some rouge powder?"

The two in front of me are indeed good men, but they also want to buy rouge.

Qiao Zhuo didn't know what the street vendor was thinking, but with a flicker of red beads in his ear, Yanyan's eyes lit up, he smiled teasingly and grabbed Yuan Xu's shoulder, then said softly, "Yuan Xu, buy a few boxes and paint them on for me."

Qiao Zhuo leaned on Yuan Xu's shoulder, and he didn't quit the habit of hanging shoulders even after he grew up from a small paper figurine, so Yuan Xu also enjoyed it very much, and he didn't want Qiao Zhuo to give up.

The two of them leaned against each other lingeringly, attracting the attention of others and blushing from time to time.

The bamboo hat covered Yuan Xu's frosty eyelashes and white hair, which were too abrupt in the world. The man's figure was straight, his back was straight, and he was not annoyed when he heard the words.

The stall owner was taken aback, did he really buy it?

Qiao Zhuo raised his eyebrows seductively, and said with a smile: "Hey, it's okay to be dumbfounded, and I'll take the money."

Yuan Xu, who had been restraining his breath, suddenly darkened, and asked coldly, "Not enough?"

The stall owner who was misunderstood didn't have time to explain, so he could only quickly put away the money and stuff it into his clothes, saying repeatedly: "Enough! Enough! You see, my lord, you can choose any style you like."

Yuan Xu returned to his taciturn appearance again, acting as a pillar for Qiao Zhuo to lean on.

Qiao Zhuo picked out several types of rouge with a smile, and his frown and smile were better than the most beautiful flowers in the world. The stall owner who was serious about business just now was really stunned, staring at Qiao Zhuo blankly, with hot eyes.

Yuan Xu was keenly aware, and immediately grabbed Qiao Zhuo's waist and said in a low voice, "Let's go after buying."

Qiao Zhuo picked up a few boxes of rouge and stuffed them into Yuan Xu's arms, with a bewitching smile on the corners of his eyes and brows.

After walking ten steps away, Qiao Zhuo teased with sideways eyes: "Yuan Xu, your concentration is getting worse."

The corners of the white bamboo hat were blown up by the summer wind, revealing Yuan Xu's resolute jaw, and the tight lines proved that the man's mood had indeed sunk.

"Why am I the only one wearing a bamboo hat and you don't?" Yuan Xu asked with downcast eyes.

There was actually a bit of grievance in the words.

Qiao Zhuo was so itchy by his appearance, he took a light breath while climbing the man's high shoulders, and said with a low smile, "My husband looks outstanding."

Qiao Zhuo's shout made Yuan Xu's whole body tremble, and Qiao Zhuo's hot breath was heard in his ears, and his arms that held Qiao Zhuo tightened instantly.

Yuan Xu said in a deep voice, "Go home."

Quite impatient.

Qiao Zhuo also deliberately asked lazily: "Why? There are still many things I haven't bought yet."

Yuan Xu summoned the sword to twist, and said with eyebrows raised, "Come another day."

The two returned to the small hut in the forest in a blink of an eye. Summer red pomegranates were blooming in the front yard, and several puppets that Qiao Zhuo had pinched out were doing laundry and cooking.

Yuan Xu has too much jealousy, when Qiao Zhuo created the villain, he deliberately did not draw a human appearance, but used two dots and one line as the face, mouth and nose.

After seeing Qiao Zhuo, the villain still happily moved over.

Qiao Zhuo gave some cultivation alone, and then let them disperse.

"Yuan Xu, try the rouge..." Qiao Zhuo followed Yuan Xu into the hut, pressed the man's shoulder and made him sit in front of the mirror.

Yuan Xu took off his bamboo hat, revealing his frosty eyebrows, the legendary Mingxiao Immortal looked at Qiao Zhuo softly at this moment, and said with a helpless smile, "Qiao Zhuo."

The tone is conniving and pampering.

Qiao Zhuo immediately opened several boxes of rouge, and as soon as his white and slender fingertips touched it, bright red stuck to his hands.

Qiao Zhuo leaned on Yuan Xu's back and stretched out his hand while calling: "Be careful, let me paint."

The darling Yuan Xu lowered his eyes, and let Qiao Zhuo apply rouge on his thin lips.

Red fell on his lips, making the man with white hair and frosty eyes stand out even more stunningly.

Qiao Zhuo blinked, and couldn't hold back his seductive smile, "Yuan Xu, let me kiss your rouge."

Upon hearing this, Yuan Xu pressed Qiao Zhuo's back of the head and kissed him with a forceful gesture, as if he had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

The table full of rouge fell to the ground, and Qiao Zhuo's fingertips clung to Yuan Xu's shoulders, staining countless red spots on the white robe.

Later, rouge was used on Qiao Zhuo's body, Yuan Xu said in a low voice, "You look better with rouge."

Qiao Zhuo was covered in sweat, leaning against the bed and squinting, his lips were smeared red, for a moment he couldn't tell which was more attractive, the rouge or the red beads on the man's earlobe.

Yuan Xu leaned over to kiss and said, "Mine."

Outside the small thatched hut, there was the sound of paper-made little people carrying buckets, watering flowers and tidying up the yard. They stared at the house from time to time, paused, and then went on to work. The tranquility was mixed with joy, which is the most fortunate thing in the world.

A charming room is blocked by candlelight, summer cicadas are singing lightly outside the house, and the world is always peaceful.