Dongfang Xing looked at him coldly and said calmly: "Your injury has healed, it's time to get out of the zombie camp."
What on earth did he feed him?
Shen was gesticulating and almost went crazy.
"Don't worry, the pill I just gave you will only make you lose your voice for two hours. After the effect of the medicine is over, your voice will be restored." Dongfang Xing told him with rare kindness.
It was obviously this Persian cat that caused Bing'er to become like this. Why on earth did he want to save her?
It's really infuriating.
Shen Tia was speechless, Huo'er's heart was racing, but there was nothing he could do. He just gave them a fierce look and walked away with his sleeves thrown away.
Dongfang Xing reached into his pocket and took out a bottle of medicated oil and handed it to the Persian cat: "Your neck is swollen."
The Persian cat was flattered and took the medicinal oil, thanking him repeatedly: "Master Xing, thank you for saving me and giving me the medicinal oil."
Dongfang Xing glanced at her lightly, then turned and left.
The Persian cat looked at his tall and tall back, with a coveted smile on his lips.
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Shen Tiao rushed out of the kitchen angrily, only to see a young man standing in front of him who was as gentle and gentle as jade. He squinted his eyes and looked at him a few times, and then he knew who he was. He was the chief of staff of the zombie camp.
We are both chiefs of staff, but each has his own boss. When we meet each other, I feel like a hero recognizes a hero.
Wanbupa looked at him with a gentle smile on his lips: "Chief of Staff Shen, hello, I am Wanbupa."
Seeing how polite he was, Shen Tiao's face softened and she nodded, then pointed at her mouth with an angry look on her face.
It seems that he knows what he wants to say.
He said kindly: "Chief of Staff Shen, this is a matter of our zombie camp, you'd better not interfere."
What do you mean this is the matter of their zombie camp? Bing'er is about to die while lying on the hospital bed, how can he ignore it?
Shen Li did not understand sign language, so she could only sign anxiously and randomly.
To be able to be the chief of staff, one must be extremely intelligent.
Even if he was just making random gestures, I would still be able to roughly understand what he meant.
"Master Shen, the Ao Bing you are looking for is with Luo Yusi. You have mistaken her. Her name is Xia Hou Huan'er. She is the king's woman and you cannot mess with her."
Shen Tiao shook her head desperately.
She is the Bing'er he is looking for. Why doesn't she admit her identity and even they deny her?
Completely speechless.
After a moment of silence, he said helplessly: "Master Shen, your injury has recovered. Do you need me to arrange for someone to take you back to the imperial capital?"
Shen Tie shook his head excitedly. Bing'er's life was in danger, how could he leave at this time?
Judging from what he meant, he didn't seem to want to leave.
I have a headache. What should I do now? Tie him up and kick him out of the zombie camp?
After all, he is the chief of staff of the imperial capital. Although his brain is not working well now, he cannot offend casually.
Shen Tiao glanced at him defensively, suddenly turned around, and ran quickly to the military medical clinic.
Looking at his hurried back as if being chased by a ghost, the corner of his perfect mouth couldn't help but twitch.
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Late at night, it's as quiet as water.
Zombie camp, Zombie King’s dedicated study room.
The dim lights swayed, and a lonely figure stood tightly in front of the window, holding a glass of wine in his hand.
The majestic and domineering steep back reveals an untouchable sadness.
The Persian cat held a bottle of medicated oil in his hand and stood tightly by the door, looking at his back with his green eyes gradually in a daze.
