The corners of Xiahou Huan'er's mouth couldn't help but twitch, and she cursed: "I'm cheating on your sister, I didn't do anything."
The voice from the notebook became even sharper: "Please use civilized language, please use civilized language..."
Xiahou Huan'er was stunned for a moment. Was this notebook trying to teach her a lesson? She cursed in a dumbfounded way: "Fuck."
The zombie on the monitor flashed, wiping sweat, and a sharp voice sounded helplessly: "This hacker is hopeless, we need to rebuild him."
What nonsense? She was despised by a laptop.
It's really funny. Could this program be designed by the Zombie King himself?
It was hard for her to imagine how the cold and sullen zombie king felt when he designed this program.
I couldn't stand it anymore, so I closed my notebook, found a book on the history of world development in the bookshelf, half-lyed on the deck chair on the balcony, and started reading.
History books record the development of the earth in recent hundreds of years.
With the shortage of natural resources on the earth, severe climate changes, the emergence of various viruses, and the rise of other species.
Looting, invasion, smoke and war are everywhere.
Xiahou Huan'er was horrified to see it. If she had not traveled through time five hundred years ago, wouldn't her descendants have to experience these disasters?
She looked up at the sky, which was a blue sky, the result of severe radiation exposure.
There were steady footsteps behind her and a cold breath hit her. She didn't need to look back, she knew it was him who was back.
A cold, deep voice sounded from behind her: "You didn't take your medicine."
Xiahou Huan'er groaned, put a hand on her forehead, and said innocently: "I forgot."
The next moment, pills and water appeared in front of her, but his face was still cold and ruthless, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking.
"You came back early today." It was not yet noon, Xiahou Huan'er picked up the pills and water and swallowed them.
The Zombie King half-squinted his narrow, sharp eyes and spoke concisely: "Revisit the clinic in the afternoon."
Xiahou Huan'er raised her eyebrows, a little confused: "I have brought back all the medicines for internal and external use. They are all minor skin and flesh injuries. There is no need for follow-up consultation."
The cold zombie king didn't waste a word. He reached out and picked her up from the recliner. His movements were so familiar that it felt like he had hugged her thousands of times.
"Where are you going to take me?" Xiahou Huan'er raised her eyes and looked at him.
Staring at her with cold eyes that looked even deeper, he said lightly: "Eat."
Dongfang Xing carried her to the restaurant, where a rich lunch was already placed on the table, which was hot and steaming.
I was so touched to finally have a normal lunch.
Glancing at the Zombie King sitting next to him, Xiahou Huan'er asked with some surprise: "Zombies also eat cooked food?"
Dongfang Xing didn't even raise an eyebrow, but asked calmly: "Is there a rule not to eat it?"
Xiahou Huan'er laughed dryly: "No, but five hundred years ago, you were different from the zombies I knew."
If she hadn't known his identity earlier, she wouldn't have thought he was a zombie at all. He was too normal.
Dongfang Xing lowered his head to eat without saying a word, while Xiahou Huan'er secretly looked at him.
His movements and manners when eating were very elegant, and his noble and majestic temperament was natural.
Whether he is the commander-in-chief of mankind or the zombie king, the fatal charm exuding from him can make people flock to him.
A chicken leg was placed in her bowl under his chopsticks, and he ordered coldly but forcefully: "Eat."
"Uh..." It's such a big chicken drumstick. Where should I eat it?
