The corners of his lips were slightly raised, and although he didn't say anything, he couldn't hide the curiosity in his eyes.
She rested her head on his chest and asked curiously: "Don't you know the origin of Long Qiao?"
He frowned and shook his head: "I only know that he was once a human and lived in the imperial capital."
Xiahou Huan'er was confused: "Then does he want to take revenge for attacking the emperor, or does he want to gain some benefits?"
This thing is really mysterious, Hanhai wants to be the Corpse King, and he wants to attack the imperial capital, so these two bitches really hit it off.
Dongfang Xing pinched her waist gently and said calmly: "No matter what he wants, it's none of your business."
Xiahou Huan'er immediately frowned and felt a little unhappy: "Why don't you close it? He is clearly targeting you. Isn't your matter my matter?"
She didn't like the feeling that he excluded her.
Dongfang Xing was silent. He was not good at explaining in the first place, and these words really made him unable to answer.
Xiahou Huan'er knew his temper and didn't really care about him, and immediately asked: "The real owner of that Persian cat should be Long Qiao." Only that pervert can cultivate such a mind-bending creature.
.
He snorted softly.
Xiahou Huan'er then looked at him ambiguously: "That Persian cat is so attractive, but you really don't care at all...well..."
Before she could finish her words, Dongfang Xing suddenly stretched out his big palm, clasped the back of her head, and kissed her fiercely and forcefully. His fierce and violent force devoured her breath wildly, as if
It was as if he wanted to eat her alive.
It wasn't until she couldn't breathe anymore and was almost suffocating that he stared at her fiercely with a sinister handsome face: "You little thing who needs to be beaten, if you mention this kind of thing again, I will kill you."
Xiahou Huan'er gasped violently, and the air in her lungs was almost drained by this man.
Damn it, you can’t afford to offend a man who gets angry.
She stretched out her hand and lightly beat his chest, feeling aggrieved: "I'm just playing a little joke on you, why do I need to lose such a big temper?"
Dongfang Xing snorted coldly: "I don't like to hear that." He wasn't allowed to say it to anyone else, let alone her. She was clearly looking for death.
So cool, so cool.
"Don't be angry, don't be angry. I won't say it again in the future. In Master Xing's eyes, Persian cats are just disgusting cow shit. If you say this, you will be happy." She didn't mind saying this.
Yes, he really made her angry and took care of her. I really can't offend a stingy man. But she complained, but in fact she felt so sweet in her heart. The King of Corpses is the King of Corpses, and he even showed his single-minded infatuation.
So domineering, those words were obviously so cruel, but when they came out of his mouth, they seemed so doting and sweet.
Dongfang Xing snorted coldly.
Xiahou Huan'er smiled dryly and quickly changed the subject: "I still can't figure out why Aopo is willing to send troops to help you." Didn't they fight to the death not long ago?
Dongfang Xing said calmly: "Aopo knows who Long Qiao is, and he doesn't want Long Qiao to be strong enough to threaten the Imperial Capital. Before the iron beetle matter is clear, the zombie camp and the Imperial Capital must not start a war, otherwise both sides will suffer, and it will only make the
Lochus and the alien species have an opportunity."
Xiahou Huan'er blinked: "You didn't ask him about Long Qiao?"
Dongfang Xing shook his head lightly.
The rice balls are here to celebrate the New Year, dear friends, Happy Spring Festival! The corners of his lips were slightly raised, and although he didn't say anything, he couldn't hide the curiosity in his eyes.
She rested her head on his chest and asked curiously: "Don't you know the origin of Long Qiao?"
He frowned and shook his head: "I only know that he was once a human and lived in the imperial capital."
Xiahou Huan'er was confused: "Then does he want to take revenge for attacking the emperor, or does he want to gain some benefits?"
This thing is really mysterious, Hanhai wants to be the Corpse King, and he wants to attack the imperial capital, so these two bitches really hit it off.
Dongfang Xing pinched her waist gently and said calmly: "No matter what he wants, it's none of your business."
Xiahou Huan'er immediately frowned and felt a little unhappy: "Why don't you close it? He is clearly targeting you. Isn't your matter my matter?"
She didn't like the feeling that he excluded her.
Dongfang Xing was silent. He was not good at explaining in the first place, and these words really made him unable to answer.
Xiahou Huan'er knew his temper and didn't really care about him, and immediately asked: "The real owner of that Persian cat should be Long Qiao." Only that pervert can cultivate such a mind-bending creature.
.
He snorted softly.
Xiahou Huan'er then looked at him ambiguously: "That Persian cat is so attractive, but you really don't care at all...well..."
Before she could finish her words, Dongfang Xing suddenly stretched out his big palm, clasped the back of her head, and kissed her fiercely and forcefully. His fierce and violent force devoured her breath wildly, as if
It was as if he wanted to eat her alive.
It wasn't until she couldn't breathe anymore and was almost suffocating that he stared at her fiercely with a sinister handsome face: "You little thing who needs to be beaten, if you mention this kind of thing again, I will kill you."
Xiahou Huan'er gasped violently, and the air in her lungs was almost drained by this man.
Damn it, you can’t afford to offend a man who gets angry.
She stretched out her hand and lightly beat his chest, feeling aggrieved: "I'm just playing a little joke on you, why do I need to lose such a big temper?"
Dongfang Xing snorted coldly: "I don't like to hear that." He wasn't allowed to say it to anyone else, let alone her. She was clearly looking for death.
So cool, so cool.
"Don't be angry, don't be angry. I won't say it again in the future. In Master Xing's eyes, Persian cats are just disgusting cow shit. If you say this, you will be happy." She didn't mind saying this.
Yes, he really made her angry and took care of her. I really can't offend a stingy man. But she complained, but in fact she felt so sweet in her heart. The King of Corpses is the King of Corpses, and he even showed his single-minded infatuation.
So domineering, those words were obviously so cruel, but when they came out of his mouth, they seemed so doting and sweet.
Dongfang Xing snorted coldly.
Xiahou Huan'er smiled dryly and quickly changed the subject: "I still can't figure out why Aopo is willing to send troops to help you." Didn't they fight to the death not long ago?
Dongfang Xing said calmly: "Aopo knows who Long Qiao is, and he doesn't want Long Qiao to be strong enough to threaten the Imperial Capital. Before the iron beetle matter is clear, the zombie camp and the Imperial Capital must not start a war, otherwise both sides will suffer, and it will only make the
Lochus and the alien species have an opportunity."
Xiahou Huan'er blinked: "You didn't ask him about Long Qiao?"
Dongfang Xing shook his head lightly.
Rice balls are here to celebrate the New Year. Happy Chinese New Year, dear friends!