Quick Transmigration System: Male God, Come Here

The Zombie King’s Heartthrob Girlfriend (51)

Bai Weiwei saw him walk toward the other operating bed.

“Song Yunhuan, Song Yunhuan…”

She cried, bitter and pitiful.

The system couldn’t help but wipe its nose with a tissue. “Host, stop yelling. I’m going to cry.”

Bai Weiwei: “I’m the one who’s going to cry. Song Yunhuan is doing surgery on the table right next to me. The white skin sliced open, and the blood pouring out. Finally, he pulls out blood red organs. This old lady’s going to develop a trauma, at least draw the curtains.”

The system gritted its teeth. “Hold on, that’s why you don’t want surgery?”

Promising to keep the man good, can’t bear to see him blacken into a demon? What about your heart-wrenching feelings of love?

Bai Weiwei: “Of course, there are other reasons. I’m already about to die, let me go peacefully; using surgery to torture me, how is it easy for me?”

System: “…Maybe you should thank him for extending your life. You still haven’t gotten 100 points.”

Bai Weiwei: “When I heroically sacrifice myself, I’ll directly hit 100. You have to trust my vast experience.”

System: “…”

Ah ah, going through this experience of being cheated, I don’t believe in love anymore.

The system suddenly said: “Host, he drew the curtains.”

Song Yunhuan also seemed to realize that surgery on the internal organs required absolute silence. He drew the curtains and blocked Bai Weiwei’s noises.

His eyes were red. Despair and insanity blended into a bone-deep love, ripping into his body.

His fingers were extremely stable. He picked up the scalpel…

“Oh, he cut into the skin, tender and white. A light scratch, and it was cut open. The flesh and blood is red and moist. Hey, look at the organs, the heart wrapped in blood vessels, putong putong, the hot blood spurting out of the body.”

Bai Weiwei’s face was white and green. This vivid description was different from seeing it with her own eyes. “Don’t tell me, Uncle Sys.”

The system coldly continued. “Oh, that liver, ah, lung, ah, kidney, ah. Everything is squirming, maybe the fresh air made them all lively…”

Bai Weiwei: This spicy chicken system1, destroying my appetite and ruining my happiness.

System: Spicy chicken host, destroying my feelings and ruining my youth.

Bai Weiwei and the system: Your uncle wants to change systems (hosts)!

Just when Bai Weiwei thought she would get a full operation from Song Yunhuan.

A loud bang came from downstairs.

There were countless loud noises coming together.

The tall building shook violently. Bai Weiwei felt her bed trembling.

The glass windows began to crack. The circuits exploded. The lights flashed once and went out.

The curtain was pulled away, and Song Yunhuan, whose hands were covered in blood, held her down.

His face was full of rage, and his teeth clenched. “F*cking humans.”

A helicopter appeared outside the window, and a submachine gun began firing.

The bullets pierced through objects and shot at Bai Weiwei.

Song Yunhuan waved his hand. The space distorted, and the bullets were sent flying away.

He reached for a chair and threw it out. It whizzed like a meteorite and crashed into the helicopter.

The helicopter was now finished.

Bai Weiwei: A bare-handed fight with a helicopter, doesn’t this go against the laws of nature?

Song Yunhuan kicked the door open and rushed out with her in his arms.

His speed was faster than a plane. He rushed from the 100th floor to the ground floor in just a few minutes.

Bai Weiwei’s head was dizzy. Several floors above them were blasted away, the flames burning freely.

Song Yunhuan was completely unafraid of the flames. Using his right hand, he used his supernatural ability to distort space.

“We’re going to the nearest abandoned hospital, where there’s surgical equipment. I can save you.”

1: 辣鸡: lit spicy chicken. A homonym for “junk” or “garbage”↩