Killua knows his temper very well and no one can change what he decides.
No one can replace his wife's position in his heart, and he will go there even if it's a dragon's pool or a tiger's den.
He couldn't stop it, he could only make all preparations to prevent the worst from happening.
When necessary, he would not hesitate to fight against the zombie camp.
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Nuoda's bathroom was filled with aroma and smoke.
Xiahou Huan'er was lying in the massage bathtub that was spacious enough for two people, soaking in the aromatherapy spa. The high-tech massage equipment was comparable to human hands, and she couldn't help but sigh.
Her room is very close to the study, and Dongfang Xing is learning about the progress of the arms equipment improvement process through video.
In the lonely night, which was so silent that one could hear a pin drop clearly, those low voices reached his ears clearly and without any obstruction.
My heart felt like there were ten thousand ants scratching, scratching, and biting me.
Zi Yi's calm, calm and extraordinary rationality was gradually disintegrated by the curse.
Irritating, heart-piercing, and lung-tingling.
With a snap, I turned off the video impetuously, opened the window, and the permeating night wind blew in, but it couldn't extinguish the mania in my heart.
Squinting at the moon hanging high in the sky outside the window, could it be that the animal nature in her has not been overcome yet?
If he wants to die, she is the little goblin who is here to kill him.
All kinds of past events can't help but come to mind.
Over the past five hundred years, he has continuously evolved and transformed himself to become the strongest zombie king. He has devoted all his energy to strengthening the zombie camp. He has never been involved in women and he has never thought about them.
One day there will be one more person, or in other words, he has already become accustomed to being alone. The so-called happiness is just an elusive luxury for him.
And with the appearance of this little girl, she easily evoked his humanity, and the once proud memories became painful taboos that destroyed him.
My fists were clenched and unclenched, then clenched again.
He is strong, but at the same time, he is lonely and lonely.
The designer of this bathtub should be praised. Xiahou Huan'er soaked in it for almost an hour.
She stretched out her white and tender arms and was just about to pick up the bath towel beside her when the slight sound of the door opening sounded in her ears.
My heart suddenly trembled.
Putting his hand on the edge of the bathtub, he raised his voice and asked: "Dongfang Xing, is that you?"
With a click, the bathroom door was pushed open, and a tall and slender body stepped in with a cold breath.
Who else could it be besides the arrogant and no-taboo zombie king?
The condescending, X-ray-like sharp gaze was projected on her without any subtlety.
Xiahou Huan'er took a breath. She was soaking in the smoky bathtub, but she felt that there was no cover on her body, and every inch of her skin was visible to him.
She swallowed nervously: "I'm taking a shower, why did you come in?"
The Corpse King clenched his fists tightly, his sinister expression was unclear, and he asked coldly: "What is your name?"
Xiahou Huan'er's head suddenly roared and exploded.
The cheeks that were rosy from the hot water became even redder.
"Where am I?" It turned out that it was her cry that was attracted by him. She was sighing in comfort. What was it called? It was definitely a misunderstanding.
"You have." Leng Suosu burst out two undoubted words, and the fire in his deep eyes swayed. He suddenly reached into the bathtub and grabbed her waist. He picked her up naked from the bathtub and held her in his arms, dripping wet.
