He took her wrist, and her fair and tender skin was bruised by the rope. His sharp eyes dimmed, and his already deep and cold expression became even more sinister.
Damn, this zombie king must be the reincarnation of a mute. She talked a lot, but he didn't even hum.
Her excellent characteristics are that she is tireless and never stops talking without surprising anyone.
She cast her charming eyes and sneered: "When you saw the half-beasts bullying me, you were very angry, so angry that you killed them all. Admit it, you care about me and like me, hiss...fuck, beast, be gentle...
..." He pinched the wound on his wrist hard, and Xiahou Huan'er burst out in pain.
Every time this topic was brought up, he would get excited and angry, and wanted to strangle her to death.
To say that he has no ghosts in his heart is nonsense, only ghosts will believe it.
Mr. Xing, who had a terrifying expression on his face, bandaged her wrist, took the medicine box, and hurriedly ran away from her room again.
Xiahou Huan'er fondled the bandage on her wrist with a wicked smile on her face.
Teasing the Zombie King seems to have become her pleasure. Seeing his cold demeanor that has remained unchanged for thousands of years, she really wants to see him lose control and even collapse.
If Mr. Xing knew what this girl was thinking, he would probably want to strangle her to death.
11111
It was a dark night, and in the huge study room, a tall, calm and cold figure stood quietly in front of the window, staring at the bright moon with an expressionless face.
Five hundred years, he has survived in this world for five hundred years.
See with your own eyes how the world changes, how human civilization declines, and how various species rise.
His body functions continue to evolve, and his combat effectiveness continues to increase. From a zombie that loses its madness, he gradually regains vague memories.
Recalling that he was originally a human being, he was once a human military commander and the highest commander-in-chief of the imperial capital.
But now, he has become the zombie king, leading hundreds of thousands of zombies to fight against humans.
Her appearance stimulated his memory, and those heart-rending roars were also a portrayal of his struggle and hesitation.
The clearer the memory, the stronger the guilt in my heart, looking at my hands stained with human blood.
He wished he had died five hundred years ago.
The painful torture spread in the sinister eyes.
The iron-like fist suddenly clenched and hit the hard wall hard, shaking the world.
There was a slight groan in the silent air.
The tall figure froze, and he took a heavy breath, his eyes returned to calm and cold.
He turned around and walked out of the study like a silent ghost and came to Xiahou Huan'er's room.
She was afraid of the dark and had to turn on the light when sleeping. The soft light shone on her frighteningly pale face, with a slight cold sweat on her forehead and a heart-wrenching moan from her pale lips.
He moved forward, stretched out his palm, and placed it on her forehead, feeling a hot temperature coming from his tentacles.
Damn it, she has a high fever, the wound must be infected.
Mr. Xing's expression became even more sinister. He immediately opened the quilt, found a coat to wrap her trembling body, held her tightly in his arms, and quickly went out.
The cool wind blew on her hot face, which made her feel a little better, but the heat and discomfort all over her body made her feel worse than death.
In a daze, she felt two slender arms hugging her tightly, and while breathing hard, she smelled the fresh and unique male scent.
The whistling wind blew by his ears, and his consciousness gradually became clearer. He took her wrist, and her fair and tender skin was bruised by the rope. His sharp eyes dimmed, and his already deep and cold face became even more sinister.
Damn, this zombie king must be the reincarnation of a mute. She talked a lot, but he didn't even hum.
Her excellent characteristics are that she is tireless and never stops talking without surprising anyone.
She cast her charming eyes and sneered: "When you saw the half-beasts bullying me, you were very angry, so angry that you killed them all. Admit it, you care about me and like me, hiss...fuck, beast, be gentle...
..." He pinched the wound on his wrist hard, and Xiahou Huan'er burst out in pain.
Every time this topic was brought up, he would get excited and angry, and wanted to strangle her to death.
To say that he has no ghosts in his heart is nonsense, only ghosts will believe it.
Mr. Xing, who had a terrifying expression on his face, bandaged her wrist, took the medicine box, and hurriedly ran away from her room again.
Xiahou Huan'er fondled the bandage on her wrist with a wicked smile on her face.
Teasing the Zombie King seems to have become her pleasure. Seeing his cold demeanor that has remained unchanged for thousands of years, she really wants to see him lose control and even collapse.
If Mr. Xing knew what this girl was thinking, he would probably want to strangle her to death.
11111
It was a dark night, and in the huge study room, a tall, calm and cold figure stood quietly in front of the window, staring at the bright moon with an expressionless face.
Five hundred years, he has survived in this world for five hundred years.
See with your own eyes how the world changes, how human civilization declines, and how various species rise.
His body functions continue to evolve, and his combat effectiveness continues to increase. From a zombie that loses its madness, he gradually regains vague memories.
Recalling that he was originally a human being, he was once a human military commander and the highest commander-in-chief of the imperial capital.
But now, he has become the zombie king, leading hundreds of thousands of zombies to fight against humans.
Her appearance stimulated his memory, and those heart-rending roars were also a portrayal of his struggle and hesitation.
The clearer the memory, the stronger the guilt in my heart, looking at my hands stained with human blood.
He wished he had died five hundred years ago.
The painful torture spread in the sinister eyes.
The iron-like fist suddenly clenched and hit the hard wall hard, shaking the world.
There was a slight groan in the silent air.
The tall figure froze, and he took a heavy breath, his eyes returned to calm and cold.
He turned around and walked out of the study like a silent ghost and came to Xiahou Huan'er's room.
She was afraid of the dark and had to turn on the light when sleeping. The soft light shone on her frighteningly pale face, with a slight cold sweat on her forehead and a heart-wrenching moan from her pale lips.
He moved forward, stretched out his palm, and placed it on her forehead, feeling a hot temperature coming from his tentacles.
Damn it, she has a high fever, the wound must be infected.
Mr. Xing's expression became even more sinister. He immediately opened the quilt, found a coat to wrap her trembling body, held her tightly in his arms, and quickly went out.
The cool wind blew on her hot face, which made her feel a little better, but the heat and discomfort all over her body made her feel worse than death.
In a daze, she felt two slender arms hugging her tightly, and while breathing hard, she smelled the fresh and unique male scent.
The whistling wind blew by my ears, and my consciousness gradually became clearer.