Obviously, the Corpse King has a particularly stubborn temper.
After waiting for a long time, there was still no response at all. Xiahou Huan'er became even more angry: "It won't open, right? I smashed the window."
There was a clicking sound inside, and her threat worked.
Xiahou Huan'er felt happy, immediately opened the window and jumped in.
The huge room was dimly lit, eerie, and filled with a chilling chill.
He was standing in the distance wearing a black cloak, his tall and steep back exuding a touch of distressing desolation and aloofness.
Xiahou Huan'er walked around in front of him. The hat on his cloak covered most of his face, only revealing his resolute chin.
She suddenly reached out her hand and tried to lift the hat off his head.
The wrist was caught in his big hand in mid-air. Under the dim light, the long and sharp nails looked like they were stained with ink.
Xiahou Huan'er took a deep breath, as expected...
Hearing her gasp, his body stiffened, he jerked his hand away and turned around quickly.
He wanted to run away again, but Xiahou Huan'er shouted angrily: "Dongfang Xing, are you trying to hide again?"
After a pause, a cold and hoarse voice slowly sounded: "What do you want?"
She pursed her lips and said firmly: "I want to see you."
He suddenly let out a low sneer, sarcastically: "Aren't you afraid of nightmares?"
"I'm happy to have nightmares, do you care?" Xiahou Huan'er replied arrogantly.
The fists hanging under her robe were clenched suddenly, and obscure eyes fell on her domineering pretty face through the shadows.
Xiahou Huan'er looked at him and deliberately sneered in a flirtatious tone: "I've kissed and touched you. Are you still afraid that I will dislike you?"
The corpse king's body suddenly became as stiff as a stone.
She raised her eyebrows, saw that he remained silent, and stretched out her hand to him again.
He raised his hand to stop her, and raised his mellow voice hoarsely: "I'll do it."
"Okay, come on." Xiahou Huan'er retracted her hand angrily, staring at him with her shiny black eyes, afraid of missing anything.
"No regrets?"
"Damn it, why don't you act like a bitch..." Xiahou Huan'er's curse words stopped abruptly.
Dongfang Xing's black nails as thick and long as iron claws slowly lifted the hat on his head. In the dim light, his dark red eyes had faded into light gray, his eye circles were black and swollen, his face was as withered, and at the corner of his mouth
On both sides, two long and sharp fangs stuck out diagonally.
At first glance, it's really scary.
Xiahou Huan'er stared at him for a moment, and suddenly burst into laughter.
She stretched out her soft fingers and pulled his withered face, and said gently and suavely: "It's much better than I thought. There is no rot, and there is no disgusting smell of corpses. He is still cool and handsome."
Dongfang Xing's expression was a little dazed. He thought he would scare her into screaming, but her reaction was beyond his expectation.
Unaccustomed to it, he pulled down her hand that was making trouble on his face and said hoarsely: "Don't make trouble."
"What's the fuss? I love you so much." Xiahou Huan'er pursed her lips, with a hint of teasing in her tone.
This girl, when she says something so easy for people to imagine, Master Xing has the urge to strangle her to prevent her from teasing him.
He had a stern face, his light gray cold eyes seemed to be filled with ice, and he stared at her coldly: "I need to rest."
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