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 suavely, "It's much better than I thought. There's no rot, and there's no disgusting smell of rotting corpses. It's 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."
Xiahou Huan'er pursed her lips, put away the childish expression on her face, and said seriously and seriously: "Dongfang Xing, I don't care about your healing ability. I hope there won't be another time."
He is a king, so how many people must be coveting him, fearing him, and fearing him.
He is a strong man in the mainland. He should not have weaknesses. Weaknesses will only become the best constraining weapons for the enemy to exploit.
This matter must never be leaked.
He knows this better than she does.
But he still used it outside.
He stared at her with cold eyes and a sinister expression, and ruthlessly replied: "There will be no next time."
Although this was the answer she wanted to hear, Xiahou Huan'er felt aggrieved again when he said it so decisively.
Sir, do you want to be so direct in your reply? Will you die if you are more tactful? At least take care of her fragile girlish heart.
Xiahou Huan'er twitched her lips and said, "You can rest, I'm going out."
Dongfang Xing's tall figure stood there, saying nothing, and just watched her leave indifferently.
She has long been accustomed to his golden rules, and she would feel strange if he suddenly became verbose.
Love was waiting anxiously outside. Seeing her come out, she quickly stepped forward and asked with concern: "Miss, what's wrong with Mr. Xing?"
Xiahou Huan'er waved her hand and said with a look of contempt on her face: "He is being pretentious. Don't disturb him until he comes out."
Three black lines immediately appeared on Love's forehead. The cool and handsome zombie king was playing pretentious? It's scary no matter how you think about it.
"What ingredients are available today?" Xiahou Huan'er looked at her watch. It was almost time to prepare dinner.
Love said: "There are fish, chicken, pork, beef and other fresh meats and vegetables."
Xiahou Huan'er stretched out her hand to touch her chin, looked at her, and asked in disbelief: "Le Fu, where did you get so much fresh meat?"
The place where they live is so remote, and there are no markets or supermarkets outside.
Love smiled and said, "It was sent by Master Xing's subordinates."
The corner of Xiahou Huan'er's mouth suddenly twitched. It turned out that their ingredients were brought by zombies. If there was an accident on the way, they didn't know if human flesh would be mixed in.
Seeing her worried look, Love chuckled: "Don't worry, I've checked all the ingredients, and I'll cook them only if there's no problem."
Xiahou Huan'er looked at her in horror and said surreptitiously: "I'm not afraid of anything wrong with the ingredients, I'm just afraid of human flesh in them."
