She raised her tear-filled eyes, stared at him, and asked angrily: "Why do you have to force me? I have no value to you now. You want me to die, even if I want to die."
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His tall and steady body visibly stiffened, his fists clenched against the hard ground, and his voice was low and cold as he said, "You owe me."
Xiahou Huan'er was stunned and glared at him: "What do I owe you?"
Dongfang Xing's lips curled into a slightly cold hook, and his voice was as cold as ice, biting to the bone: "You owe me five hundred years."
What? Xiahou Huan'er was dumbfounded on the spot.
His cold fingertips lifted her chin and pulled her closer to him. He couldn't tell whether it was hatred or anger.
His fierce eyes wanted to devour her: "Do you remember what good things you did before traveling through time?"
"I..." The memory before the time travel appeared in her mind, very clear, so clear that she felt guilty and was speechless.
"You killed the giant beast, destroyed the biochemical laboratory, and released the HS genetic virus. You traveled through time and escaped. I was infected with the virus and became a zombie. Do you know what I have done in the past five hundred years?
?" Dongfang Xing's emotions were a little out of control, and his hands as stiff as steel strangled her neck, and his violent eyes were so red that they were bleeding.
"Hmm..." Xiahou Huan'er's palm slapped his arm. He looked so scary like this, like Shura demanding life or urging King Yama to kill him.
But it was not as shocking as his words. She traveled through five hundred years later, and he lived five hundred years later, and they met again five hundred years later.
It’s really... a bad fate.
That night, she was just out of curiosity and wanted to steal the latest research results in the laboratory that shocked the world to play with. However, she did not expect that her temporary playfulness caused the tragedy of his life.
Yes, he was right, she owed him, so let's pay it back with her life.
She stopped struggling, her clear and bright black eyes filled with guilt and apology.
Five hundred years ago, he was the commander-in-chief of mankind, the soul of the army, and the god of heaven.
Now, he is the zombie king, leading zombies to attack humans.
How painful his heart is and how deep his regret is, let her die to redeem him.
The hands on her neck kept tightening, she couldn't breathe, and her cheeks turned red.
His blood-red and gloomy eyes suddenly turned black, and he quickly retracted his palm.
She fell to the ground, put her hand on her neck, and kept coughing.
After regaining his composure, Mr.
Is he striking stones to make fire? Xiahou Huan'er rubbed her burning and painful neck and looked at his tall back squatting on the ground, feeling a strange feeling in her heart.
The stone quickly sparked sparks, and Mr. Xing, who still had a sinister expression on his face, set up a bonfire, skewered the meat, and roasted it on the fire.
Xiahou Huan'er slowly walked over to it. She was already extremely hungry. She smelled the aroma of the barbecue, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and asked tentatively: "What kind of meat is this meat?"
Mr. Xing turned over the barbecue and said two words coldly: "Venison."
She breathed a sigh of relief, luckily it wasn't human flesh.
Looking at his cold profile, she thought, how could she give up her life so easily when he could live tenaciously as a zombie for five hundred years.
There is hope as long as she is alive, and her situation has not yet reached the worst point. She cannot die, she must live.
Dear friends, you can read the series of articles about the Xiahou sisters:
The devilishly cool husband: loves his naughty wife alone
33 Days of Cuteness: Good Morning Sheep Wife
Doting on your wife to the point of madness: Husband, you’ve had enough
