Don't say anything, just continue to be pretentious.
His eyes were half closed, feeling aggrieved: "No one cares about me here, so I still want to die?"
Damn, she grabbed Master Xing by the throat and dared to pretend to be aggrieved.
The person who was really aggrieved was Mr.
Even Su Qi, who was driving, felt strong pressure.
This aunt is really capable. She can push Master Xing to the point of explosion with just a few words.
After waiting for a long time, no one said anything, and the little wife was even more aggrieved: "Okay, I am a poor thing that no one cares about, no one cares about, and no one loves me. In this unfamiliar world, I still live with myself."
When people of the same kind are born together, they feel more secure."
Mr.
Xiahou Huan'er raised her head and looked at him pitifully: "Do you care about me, do you care for me, do you love me?"
He poked her coldly: "Don't push yourself too far."
Xiahou Huan'er smiled triumphantly: "If you have an inch, you must measure it."
After enduring it for a long time, Mr.
How much he missed her.
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After being away for more than ten days, I returned to the villa in the canyon again. It was just like the first time I came here, silent, dead, and lifeless.
Love is no longer in the villa.
Xiahou Huan'er didn't ask him again what to do with her.
Either he killed her, or she went back to her old life.
She is not a Virgin, nor is she a kind person. She has no compassion for those who betrayed her.
However, she began to get confused.
"Dongfang Xing, what will you do with your three meals in the future?"
Don't tell her that she will have to eat compressed dry food from now on, she will collapse.
Dongfang Xing frowned. He was also confused. The Corpse King was not omnipotent, and he was obviously stumped by this problem.
Is it possible to select subordinates in the zombie camp who can cook?
Zombies generally don't need cooked food. They just eat raw hair and drink blood, or eat compressed dry food to satisfy their hunger. Plus, with constant fighting, who will study cooking skills?
With Love's example of betrayal, he doesn't trust outsiders.
Clenching his fists, the Corpse King made a very surprising decision: "I will do it."
Xiahou Huan'er's face was full of astonishment and she looked at him suspiciously: "Can you do it?"
Five hundred years ago, he was the second generation of the army who was born with a golden key in his mouth. Is there any need for him to cook?
After becoming a zombie, will he still have time to cook?
She was really suspicious.
Dongfang Xing glanced at her coldly and walked to the kitchen without saying a word.
Action is the most powerful proof.
Xiahou Huan'er followed him into the kitchen and watched him put on an apron neatly, take out ingredients from the freezer, wash and cook rice, wash and cut vegetables.
Roast, stir-fry, simmer, stew, and cook, everything is done expertly and neatly.
He looks like he knows how to cook.
Xiahou Huan'er folded her hands across her chest, stroking her smooth chin with her palms, with a lustful smile on her lips.
He has strong fighting ability, strong action ability, and efficient problem-solving, and even his cooking skills are very good.
Such a man is so strong, who can resist him?
However, the appearance is still so handsome, so handsome, so cool, no matter if you look straight up, sideways, down, or up, there is no blind spot.
It's simply... beautiful and delicious, isn't it?!
