He imprisoned the irritable woman in his arms, and his heartache ran wildly through his body in a strange manner.
"I'm a human, I don't want to become a zombie, I don't want..." She has always been fearless, even the command headquarters of the imperial capital, she can break into it without fail, but at this moment, she is really afraid, after all, she
She was just a girl under twenty years old. She would rather die than become a zombie that feeds on living blood and flesh. She clung to his arms and couldn't help crying, her warm tears falling wildly.
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Seeing her almost collapse, Long Qiao's hard heart suddenly felt uncomfortable. He frowned, a little unsure: "Your blood has another gene, or you won't turn into a zombie.
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When Dongfang Xing heard this, his tense heart relaxed a little.
Xiahou Huan'er raised her pretty face, looked at him, and said in a hoarse voice: "Really?"
"The steel claws growing on your hands are not zombies, or the genes in your blood have changed the HS gene virus. If you can control it, you will not become a zombie." Long Qiao looked at her calmly and said
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Xiahou Huan'er raised her hand and calmed down. She saw that the sharp and indestructible steel claws were disappearing little by little and returning to their original appearance.
Long Qiao's face suddenly became serious: "You are not a human being, not a zombie, your species is unknown, and you belong to the marginalized. You are welcome to stay."
"She can't stay." The arms holding her tightened suddenly, and the cold voice seemed to seep through ice.
Long Qiao's blue eyes lit up with an interesting light, and she said with a low smile: "Dongfang Xing, she is a marginal person, she should stay here."
Who can stop the person the Zombie King wants to take away?
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Her genetic changes mean that she is not a human, a zombie, or any species, but a monster?
Xiahou Huan'er sat next to the tree in the forest, holding her head in her hands and burying it in her lap. For a long time, she could not accept the fact that she had become a monster.
Calm and calm footsteps came through the leaves, smelling the smell of blood in the air, she looked up.
Dongfang Xing came over carrying a few pieces of raw meat dripping with blood, walked up to her, and handed the meat to her.
Looking at the live meat, Xiahou Huan'er felt nauseated and wanted to vomit.
She turned her head, as if she was angry with him or with herself.
The man frowned, and his cold tone revealed a hint of command: "Eat."
Xiahou Huan'er didn't even look at him. She endured stomach cramps and said sarcastically: "I'm not a beast, I won't eat."
His red eyes with a hint of black squinted dangerously, and his tone was cold and hard: "If you don't eat, you will die."
She turned around suddenly, looked at him, somewhat hysterically, and shouted loudly: "Just die, it is better to die than to become a monster that is neither human nor ghost."
His cold eyes darkened, and Master Xing suddenly knelt down in front of her, reached out and pinched her chin, and said fiercely: "I won't let you die, you must eat."
"What do you want to do? Let me go. I won't eat..." Xia Houhuan'er screamed. He tore off a small piece of raw meat and stuffed it into her mouth. Her stomach convulsed. She pushed him away and vomited wildly.
, vomiting out all the acidic water left in his stomach.
Seeing her vomiting hard, Mr. Xing's heart felt like being pricked by needles. He took out his handkerchief and helped her wipe away the remnants of the corners of her lips.
