She held her head high and said passionately: "I can do everything from marching to fighting to logistics management."
"You want to go to war?" Dongfang Xing raised his eyebrows in surprise. She must be crazy with her leisure time. She actually wants to go to war when she has a stable life.
Xiahou Huan'er stretched out her hand and stroked her chin, pretending to be serious and said: "War is such a bloody and hard work, so I think I'd better be a peace envoy. By the way, didn't you hand me a letter of exemption from war? Why is there still a melee?"
Dongfang Xing's sharp eyes flashed with a sinister coldness: "Someone is stirring up trouble."
Xiahou Huan'er thought for a moment and was surprised: "You mean someone is stirring up trouble? Who is it?"
Dongfang Xing didn't want to say any more. He narrowed his eyes and asked calmly: "Are you full?"
"You're full, don't show off. Is there someone who wants to sow discord between the zombie camp and the imperial capital?" When curiosity grew, even the ten cows couldn't hold back.
Dongfang Xing refused to say another word, packed up the dishes and walked to the kitchen.
She followed her like crazy, refusing to give up, and guessed: "Is it the Iron Beetle? The Iron Beetle is going to invade the earth and instigate a war between the zombie camp and the imperial capital. You will both lose and they will reap the benefits. Hey, I guess
Is that right?"
Without saying a word, he put the dishes into the sink and started the automatic cleaning process.
"Dongfang Xing, is my guess correct?" Xiahou Huan'er pretended to be dead again, and Xia Houhuan'er pulled his sleeves reluctantly.
Dongfang Xing glanced at her and asked coldly: "What do you think?"
Xiahou Huan'er couldn't help but stare: "Now I'm asking you, hey... I almost forgot, there are robots occupying the north. The war between the zombie camp and the imperial capital is also very beneficial to the robots. In this way, the orcs are also very good.
It's possible, there are so many mixed races in the South District, it's not impossible that they want to seize your territory, oh, it's so chaotic, who is it?"
Dongfang Xing put the automatically cleaned dishes back on the disinfection cabinet, turned around and left the kitchen, seemingly not listening to her words and not intending to talk nonsense with her.
The thing he knew best was to ignore her. Xiahou Huan'er stamped her feet and yelled at his back: "Dongfang Xing, you are a pig, you bastard."
11111
To the north, the space castle suspended in mid-air is currently enveloped by a strong low pressure.
Loius, the owner of the space castle, was furious and murderous, which was frightening.
All the attendants and servants lowered their heads, with fear on their faces.
At this time, his right-hand man Killua hurried in from outside with a bad look on his face: "Your Highness, the Fire that Madam took was found at the northwest junction. The fighter plane showed signs of damage, but Madam was not found nearby.
There is no trace of my wife, and my subordinates have sent out elite troops to find the whereabouts of my wife."
Luo Yusi's handsome face was livid with anger. He shouldn't have taught her how to fly a fighter plane. Ever since that day, he shouldn't have taken it lightly when she mentioned going home. She must have blamed him for not caring about her enough, so she secretly flew the plane.
The fighter plane leaves.
Bingbing, how could you leave me?
He stretched out his hand to cover his face, and his anxious eyes returned to calm. He rolled up his sleeves and walked outside.
Killua followed him and called out worriedly: "Your Highness."
"I'm going to pick her up." The West District is the territory of the zombie camp. He doesn't dare to imagine that his wife Bingbing only has the IQ of an eight-year-old. What will happen if she encounters ferocious zombies? He doesn't dare to think about it, and he doesn't dare to imagine.
I'm willing to guess that if she lost a hair in the West End, he would send the zombie camp to hell.
