I had nothing to do, so I chatted: "You seem to be very busy when you come back. What are you busy with?"
Dongfang Xing half-squinted his sharp eyes and said calmly: "It's nothing."
Xiahou Huan'er raised her eyes and looked at his cold face, frowning: "Are you guarding against me?"
He lowered his head, met her questioning gaze, and shook his head: "Don't think nonsense."
"If you don't tell me, I will definitely think nonsense." It's not like he doesn't know her character.
Mr. Xing frowned, his face darkened, and he said domineeringly: "This is a man's business."
"Five hundred years ago, men and women were equal. Five hundred years later, what kind of distinction are there between men and women?" These days, women are more rare than men, aren't they?
Mr. Xing was silent.
Xiahou Huan'er reached out and poked his hard chest, a little worried and asked: "Is something wrong?"
Mr. Xing continued to be silent, even closing his eyes, not wanting to speak at all.
Damn, you're pretending to be dead again.
I have plenty of ways to turn your dead fish into a living fish.
A sly smile appeared on Xiahou Huan'er's lips, and the finger that poked his chest went down, stroking, and came to the edge of his underwear.
Master Xing finally couldn't hold it any longer and quickly grabbed her funny hand, opened his sharp eyes and stared at her fiercely: "Are you looking for a slap?"
"You are just looking for trouble. If you don't tell me what happened, I will make a fuss about you to death." Xiahou Huan'er stared at him provocatively.
Her stiff body was tense, her cold face was dark, and her eyes were piercing her fiercely: "I will kill you sooner or later."
Xiahou Huan'er winked charmingly: "Welcome, as long as you are willing." Holding his throat, did she need to fight him fiercely?
Is he willing to let it go? If he was really willing to let it go, she would have died tens of thousands of times, so it would be her turn to act wild on him.
He glared at her fiercely and then said coldly: "Something happened in genetic research."
Xiahou Huan'er was a little surprised when he heard this: "What genes are you studying?"
Dongfang Xing's face was a little solemn, and his tone was serious: "A gene that can quickly transform low-level zombies into high-level zombies."
"Is there a shortcut?" As far as she knows, it takes a long time for low-level zombies to transform into high-level zombies, and low-level zombies account for a large proportion of all zombies. If that part of the low-level zombies can be transformed, what will happen to the zombie camp?
Strength will enter its peak stage.
Dongfang Xing nodded.
"What happened?" His face was so solemn, it was probably something serious.
"After experiments with the first batch of genes developed, the combat effectiveness of low-level zombies increased, but they became more ferocious and attacked all other species."
Xiahou Huan'er was surprised: "How could this happen?"
He said calmly: "Researchers are looking for the cause."
"How many low-level zombies are participating in the experiment this time?"
"One hundred."
Xiahou Huan'er was immediately horrified. One hundred low-level zombies turned into brutal murder weapons. If they were to escape, many people would die.
"What do they do?"
Dongfang Xing was silent for a while and then said calmly: "Keep it locked for now and wait for the results of the research to come out before dealing with it."
Xiahou Huan'er asked worriedly: "What if there is no way to change their genes?"
Dongfang Xing's face was cold and he said coldly: "Destruction." You can't keep these time bombs around, they may explode at any time.
Although she knew that the other parties were inhuman monsters, after staying in the zombie camp for a long time, she actually felt compassion for them.
She was a little worried and said: "When we were in the imperial capital, didn't you say that someone in the zombie camp might have betrayed us and found the traitor?"
