I'm a Doujin Hero

Zou Xue was shocked immediately.

Why did you suddenly talk about going to a hotel to get a room?

"It will take about eight to [-] hours to inject the virus into your body, and you will be in a comatose state during this time, so going to a hotel is the best choice."

Mo Chen explained: "Also, this is the third time I've repeated it, and I'm not interested in 'corpses'."

"Oh..." Zou Xue pouted and nodded.

That night, Mo Chen found an excuse to get out of the dormitory, and went to a nearby hotel with Zou Xue to get a room.

Although Mo Chen is not yet 18 years old, Zou Xue's ID card has already shown that he is an adult because of his early birthday month, otherwise the two of them probably wouldn't even be able to get a room.

In the middle of the night, Zou Xue wrapped her face in a scarf like a thief, looked around and followed Mo Chen to the fourth floor of the hotel.

"I said, can you be normal?" Mo Dust asked with some pain.

"I can't help it... I'm a girl anyway, what if other students see me having a room with you, and it spreads in school?" Zou Xue said.

When Mo Chen thought about it, it seemed to be the same.

If it really spread, wouldn't he be at a disadvantage? Then how can he find Miss Sister as his girlfriend?

The two walked into a room while talking.

After closing the door and locking it, Mo Chen said concisely, "Lie on the bed and take off your clothes."

Zou Xue peed on the spot.

"Is this... so direct?"

"Nonsense, don't take off your clothes, inject the virus body into your heart like this?"

"Oh……"

Zou Xue blushed, lay on the bed, and began to undress.

"Hurry up, I'm still rushing back to have supper with those two guys." Mo Chen said.

"Oh……"

After dawdling for a long time, Zou Xue finally took off all the clothes on her upper body, leaving half of the hood covering her important parts, her breasts looming.

Mo Chen didn't bother to look at the body that was as pale as a corpse, so he directly bit his own finger, and injected the virus body with blood into Zou Xue's chest cavity.

Zou Xue only felt an extremely strong tingling pain starting from the heart and spreading to the whole body.

This was the first time she felt pain since she was hit by a car that day.

She couldn't help but feel pain and joy...

Chapter 138

After a while, Zou Xue passed out directly.

Watching Zou Xuena gradually return to normal skin color, and the covers scattered on the bed.

Mo Chen thought about it...

"Forget it, let's not put it on for her."

The main reason is that he doesn't know how to wear this thing.

Otherwise, if you touch her, you will be treated as a hooligan!

Mo Chen thought so.

Then he put the key card on the table and slipped back to the dormitory to have supper with Chai Ruiming and Liao Junyi.

When Zou Xue woke up the next morning, she first looked excitedly at her normal complexion, and then looked at her naked upper body...

screamed in the mirror...

……

Three days later, the funeral.

Wearing neat military uniforms, Mo Chen and the others stood in front of the tomb of the martyrs, staring at the national flag, and mourned silently for the dead soldiers.

But at this time Liao Junyi suddenly said: "Why do I feel that Zou Xue seems to be a little different compared to before?"

"What? What's the difference?" After the silence, Chai Ruiming also came over.

"I don't know, it seems...more beautiful?" Liao Junyi asked inexplicably.

"Damn it, don't you like Zou Xue, kid?"

"Fuck you." Liao Junyi kicked Chai Ruiming.

"Hey, aren't you sad at all when your comrades-in-arms died? You're still playing around here."

The scene was ending, and Zhou Shuying, who was dressed in military uniform and looked very heroic, came over at this moment.

The three of them glanced at Zhou Shuying at the same time.

In fact, how should I put it, in the world from zero, the three of them have been more or less sad for many days.

Moreover, the one who died in front of them was not the real Shao Yangyan. Although looking at the photo in front of the tomb would make them feel a little sad, it was not to the point of crying.