At the end of the sentence, he cursed: Damn, the cold-blooded King of Hell, doesn’t have any sense of humor.
Dongfang Xing snorted coldly, grabbed her waist with force, pressed her into his arms, and directly ordered domineeringly: "Shut up and rest."
Sometimes, he was a little confused, where did this girl's strong energy come from? As an injured person, she had no awareness of the injury at all. If he didn't know that she was really injured, who would have believed that she had just experienced a life-and-death experience?
Tribulation?
Xiahou Huan'er lay in his arms, her body a little weak, but her spirit was still high.
He had just escaped from hell and asked her to close her eyes and sleep?
What should I do if I fall asleep and can't wake up?
Although this world was a little desolate and dangerous, she had to admit that it was full of blood, passion, and excitement, and she was reluctant to die.
"I don't want to rest, can you chat with me?" Her little hands pulled his sleeves, her cat-like black eyes revealed a hint of coquettishness.
Dongfang Xing lowered his head, looked at her increasingly pale face, frowned and said fiercely: "I will not arrive in the East District until the day after tomorrow. If you don't rest, the wound will become infected, and I will beat you to death."
Even though this was the case, she was still torturing herself and seeking death.
Xiahou Huan'er pursed her lips in frustration: "What if I fall asleep and never wake up again?"
Dongfang Xing's heart skipped a beat. He put his palm on her small face, rubbed her delicate cheek with his rough fingertips, and said firmly with incomparable conviction: "Go to sleep, I will definitely wake you up."
A rare smile appeared on her pink lips: "Absolutely?"
"must."
"Okay, I'll sleep." She put her hands around his waist, pressed her face against his chest, smelled his unique cool and domineering scent, and fell asleep in peace and trust.
It turns out this girl is insecure.
Dongfang Xing was a bit dumbfounded. With just a few injuries on her body, she wanted to join in the fun in the underworld? It was really a joke.
Su Qi looked in the rearview mirror and saw Master Xing's slightly raised corners of his mouth, and was shocked.
Did he laugh?
It's strange. He has been with Master Xing for hundreds of years. When have you ever seen him smile?
Although his lips were only slightly curled, the joy he showed naturally was something rare for thousands of years, even rarer than the discovery of the New World.
This little girl is so charming, she can even split an iceberg, which makes me wonder.
Once a heartless person is moved, his love will destroy everything.
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Facts have proved that in this era where various unknown bacteria are rampant, wounds are very susceptible to infection.
At night, Xiahou Huan'er's wounds began to become infected and she developed a high fever.
Dongfang Xing's handsome face was still cold and expressionless, but his darkened fiery red eyes were becoming more sinister and fierce.
Without him needing to say another word, Su Qi was already heading towards the East District at full throttle and at the fastest speed.
Very uncomfortable, all kinds of discomfort.
Xiahou Huan'er was in his arms, rubbing and rubbing, her hot, soft and delicate body constantly stimulating his nerves and burning his heart.
"It's hot... so uncomfortable..." Xia Hou Huan'er whimpered in his arms like an injured cat.
He hugged her tightly and wanted to say something to comfort her, but he regretted it when the words were used.
Sad reminder, the corpse king will not comfort people.
Xiahou Huan'er's head was groggy and her consciousness was hazy. She reluctantly opened her eyes and looked at the corpse king who looked very bad. A wry smile appeared on her lips: "My wound is infected, please beat me to death."