A tall and upright figure pushed open the door and walked in with a face like an iceberg. Dongfang Xing approached the hospital bed and looked down at the little woman who was leaning on the bed as lazily as a kitten. His Adam's apple moved rhythmically and his voice was deep and magnetic.
It sounded: "Eat?"
Xiahou Huan'er's palm rested on her chin, the color on her face had returned, and her dark eyes flashed with a ruffian's teasing: "Uncle, what do you want to ask me to eat? Dinner? Medicine? Or a man?"
Dongfang Xing's face froze obviously, the corners of his mouth twitched severely, and he uttered three words coldly: "Little hooligan."
"Uncle, what you said is slanderous to me. Our country's language is already broad and profound. Who told you to speak so fluently? It can easily cause disagreements. And I'm not a roundworm in your belly. Who knows what you mean." Xia Hou
Huan'er looked at him innocently and argued confidently.
She was obviously quibbling. Dongfang Xing had always been taciturn and not good at arguing with people, especially women. He simply turned his back and ignored her, putting the medicine on the table into his pocket.
"Why don't you speak anymore?" Looking at his silent back, Xiahou Huan'er rolled her eyes and felt again that he must have been mute in his previous life.
After putting the medicine away, Mr. Xing said nothing, wrapped her in his coat, picked her up with an indifferent expression, and left the hospital.
At this time, there were not many people in the hospital. Even if there were people, they would not dare to approach Dongfang Xing, a big iceberg that was so cold, and would stay away from it.
At the entrance of the hospital, Long Qiao, whose nose was crooked, did not leave.
When Dongfang Xing saw that he was still there, his cold expression became even more sinister.
When Xiahou Huan'er saw his handsome face, he snorted and smiled rudely: "Hey, Long Qiao, was your nose hit by a spark?"
"It was hit by an iceberg." Long Qiao touched his crooked nose and stared at the culprit angrily.
Oops, it turned out to be the hand of the Corpse King. It was such a heavy hand. Xiahou Huan'er looked up in surprise at the man with a cold and handsome face.
Why are they fighting?
The culprit, however, didn't even look at him. He raised his head and let out a deep, deep whistle to summon the winged beast.
Long Qiao, who still refused to give up, threw out the bait again: "Dongfang Xing, let's do this, two battleships, this is the highest price, you can't take Qiao anymore."
Hearing the battleship again, Xiahou Huan'er's body trembled.
"Seeking death." A cold voice sounded like ice. Dongfang Xing held Xia Hou Huan'er in one hand and quickly pulled out a pistol with the other. Without any hesitation, he quickly opened fire on him.
Having suffered a loss once, Long Qiao was already prepared. When he drew his gun, he had already quickly dodged towards the building nearby.
Bang bang bang, the bullet shot a crack at the position where he had just been.
"What price do you want before you are willing to exchange it?" Damn it, he really wanted to shoot her to death, but he didn't believe that he was really reluctant to sell her to him.
Long Qiao clung to the edge of the building and asked angrily.
Dongfang Xing did not answer, but jumped onto the back of the winged beast with the silent Xiahou Huan'er in his arms, and rode away in the wind.
Long Qiao walked out slowly, stroking her nose, looking at their departing figures, her teeth itching with hatred.
The cost of building two battleships is astronomical, but he is indifferent. After all, he is still not a human being.
Of course Dongfang Xing is not a human, he is a zombie, and he is also the zombie king.
How could the thing he was obsessed with be controlled by just two battleships? A tall and tall figure pushed open the door and walked in with a face like an iceberg. Dongfang Xing approached the hospital bed and looked down at the lazy man leaning on the bed like a kitten.
The little woman on her head moved her Adam's apple rhythmically, and her voice was low and magnetic: "Eat?"
Xiahou Huan'er's palm rested on her chin, the color on her face had returned, and her dark eyes flashed with a ruffian's teasing: "Uncle, what do you want to ask me to eat? Dinner? Medicine? Or a man?"
Dongfang Xing's face froze obviously, the corners of his mouth twitched severely, and he uttered three words coldly: "Little hooligan."
"Uncle, what you said is slanderous to me. Our country's language is already broad and profound. Who told you to speak so fluently? It can easily cause disagreements. And I'm not a roundworm in your belly. Who knows what you mean." Xia Hou
Huan'er looked at him innocently and argued confidently.
She was obviously quibbling. Dongfang Xing had always been taciturn and not good at arguing with people, especially women. He simply turned his back and ignored her, putting the medicine on the table into his pocket.
"Why don't you speak anymore?" Looking at his silent back, Xiahou Huan'er rolled her eyes and felt again that he must have been mute in his previous life.
After putting the medicine away, Mr. Xing said nothing, wrapped her in his coat, picked her up with an indifferent expression, and left the hospital.
At this time, there were not many people in the hospital. Even if there were people, they would not dare to approach Dongfang Xing, a big iceberg that was so cold, and would stay away from it.
At the entrance of the hospital, Long Qiao, whose nose was crooked, did not leave.
When Dongfang Xing saw that he was still there, his cold expression became even more sinister.
When Xiahou Huan'er saw his handsome face, he snorted and smiled rudely: "Hey, Long Qiao, was your nose hit by a spark?"
"It was hit by an iceberg." Long Qiao touched his crooked nose and stared at the culprit angrily.
Oops, it turned out to be the hand of the Corpse King. It was such a heavy hand. Xiahou Huan'er looked up in surprise at the man with a cold and handsome face.
Why are they fighting?
The culprit, however, didn't even look at him. He raised his head and let out a deep, deep whistle to summon the winged beast.
Long Qiao, who still refused to give up, threw out the bait again: "Dongfang Xing, let's do this, two battleships, this is the highest price, you can't take Qiao anymore."
Hearing the battleship again, Xiahou Huan'er's body trembled.
"Seeking death." A cold voice sounded like ice. Dongfang Xing held Xia Hou Huan'er in one hand and quickly pulled out a pistol with the other. Without any hesitation, he quickly opened fire on him.
Having suffered a loss once, Long Qiao was already prepared. When he drew his gun, he had already quickly dodged towards the building nearby.
Bang bang bang, the bullet shot a crack at the position where he had just been.
"What price do you want before you are willing to exchange it?" Damn it, he really wanted to shoot her to death, but he didn't believe that he was really reluctant to sell her to him.
Long Qiao clung to the edge of the building and asked angrily.
Dongfang Xing did not answer, but jumped onto the back of the winged beast with the silent Xiahou Huan'er in his arms, and rode away in the wind.
Long Qiao walked out slowly, stroking her nose, looking at their departing figures, her teeth itching with hatred.
The cost of building two battleships is astronomical, but he is indifferent. After all, he is still not a human being.
Of course Dongfang Xing is not a human, he is a zombie, and he is also the zombie king.
How could the thing he was obsessed with be controlled by just two battleships?
