34. Chapter 34 The corpse king who is as careful as dust
Dongfang Xing helped her bandage the wound. Seeing her rare vulnerability, the softest part of his heart was touched. He reached out and touched the top of her head. Although his voice was cold, it was a rare comfort: "It's not your fault, it will be."
Get through it.”
Will you get through it?
Xiahou Huan'er was horrified. She grabbed his arm and asked, "You know, right? Tell me, what's wrong with me?"
Dongfang Xing looked at her eager expression and couldn't bear it, but he didn't say anything. He put his hand around her waist, hugged her and lay down on the bed without saying a word.
"Dongfang Xing, tell me, damn, are you pretending to sleep? You zombies don't have to sleep at all, stop pretending, tell me quickly." Xiahou Huan'er pushed him hard, hit him, pinched him, poked him, a little bit
There was no response, but I exhausted myself.
The last punch hit him on the heart, and he collapsed in his arms, slowly falling asleep.
After she fell asleep, Dongfang Xing suddenly opened his deep eyes with floating dark light, and stared at her restless face quietly. His rough long fingers fell on her tender cheeks, stroking them soothingly until she
The frowning brows relaxed.
One by one
The warm morning light shines in from the window, driving away the coldness in the room.
After Xiahou Huan'er woke up, the other side of the pillow was empty and cold. It was obvious that he had left long ago.
Thinking of what happened last night, my face turned red.
Then she thought that there must be something going on in her body, and Dongfang Xing should know about it, but he refused to tell her.
"I'll find a way to get you to tell me, Zombie King, huh."
After saying this sternly, he sat up and stretched. He saw a pair of crutches placed at the head of the bed. The amount of medicine and water were ready. The corners of his lips were slightly raised. He was such a meticulous corpse king.
It's a pity that it's too boring and pretentious.
Xiahou Huan'er briefly freshened up and then came to the hall on crutches.
When I smelled the aroma of rice porridge from a distance, my beautiful eyes suddenly lit up.
Could it be that Dongfang Xing was cooking porridge for her in the kitchen?
She felt a little flattered. It was unimaginable to imagine the majestic zombie king wearing an apron and cooking porridge in the kitchen.
She covered her little mouth and was so vain that she almost laughed out loud.
At this moment, light footsteps came, and a young woman in plain clothes walked out of the kitchen holding a bowl of porridge.
Woman? Where is the Zombie King?
Xiahou Huan'er's vanity shattered into thousands of pieces with a bang.
"Miss, you're awake. I made some rice porridge for you. I hope you like it." The woman put the porridge on the table and came forward to help her over.
"who are you?"
I have seen her being controlled by two half-beasts.
"My name is Love. It was Master Xing who saved me. He asked me to take care of Miss here." When Love mentioned Master Xing, her expression was one of gratitude and admiration.
No, what a coincidence?
Yesterday she was a half-beast female slave, but today she became her maid by some strange coincidence?
She narrowed her eyes and asked thoughtfully: "Do you know Mr. Xing's identity?"
Love nodded and said with admiration: "He is the zombie king."
"You must be a human, aren't you afraid of zombies?" Aren't humans at war with zombies? She worships the leader of the alien race and wants to be a traitor?
