Dongfang Xing stared at her, his face obscure, making people unable to guess what he was thinking at the moment.
"Please, I'm really hungry..." Xiahou Huaner showed a more pitiful expression, and that expression was unbearable.
Dongfang Xing narrowed his eyes slightly, and suddenly took a step forward and walked towards her.
What did he want to do? Xiahou Huaner's hair suddenly stood up. She swallowed nervously, gritted her teeth, and stood there without moving.
Dongfang Xing grabbed her arm and pulled her into it.
What a cold palm, no temperature at all.
"Hey, where are you going to take me?" Xiahou Huan'er didn't struggle and let him pull her away. She thought he wouldn't hurt her for the time being, otherwise she could kill her in the hall.
He still didn't say anything, pulled her to a room, pushed her in, and then locked the door outside with a click, and then heard the sound of footsteps moving away, and he left.
This guy turned out to be locked up. Xiahou Huan'er stared at the door panel and couldn't help but curse his ancestors for the eighteen generations, but then he remembered that Dongfang Xing's ancestors for the eighteen generations were not the ancestors of her son's ten.
Eighth generation? She quickly apologized and said, "I'm sorry, the ancestors of the Dongfang family, I didn't mean to scold you, I just got confused for a moment. Please forgive me, I didn't mean to offend you."
As soon as she finished speaking, Dongfang Buhui was hugged by her and suddenly laughed.
Xiahou Huaner immediately lowered her head and stared at him, saying fiercely: "You little brat, if it weren't for you, I would have had to waste it, would you make fun of me?"
Her words made the little guy laugh even more happily.
"You can laugh, we are all imprisoned, heartless little things." Xiahou Huaner immediately reached out and pinched his little face that was so tender that it could pinch out water.
Dongfang Buhui thought she was playing with her, dancing and having fun.
After Dongfang Xing's footsteps completely disappeared, Xiahou Huan'er placed him in the room on the very old bed that seemed to have not been sleeping for a long time, and then began to find a way out. The door was locked and it was no longer possible.
She came to the window and opened it, and was stunned.
What should I guard against?
Damn, there is actually a dual anti-theft network.
"The owner of this house must be a pervert." Xiahou Huaner couldn't help but curse.
She reached out and pushed hard. The wind did not move and was very strong. Unless the house was destroyed, it would be hard to fly.
She thought to herself, and suddenly the cry of Dongfang Buhui came from behind her.
Her heart suddenly stumbled. This child is not an ordinary child. He doesn't cry casually.
She quickly turned around, and when she saw it, she almost frightened her.
I saw a poisonous scorpion, much larger than ordinary ones, crawling towards Dongfang Buhui on the bed.
She quickly rushed over, picked up Dongfang Buhui, and pulled the bed sheet. The poisonous scorpion was lifted to the ground. She immediately stepped forward, raised her feet and stepped on the poisonous scorpion.
"I dare to scare my son and let you die without a burial place, and I will trample on you." Xiahou Huan'er stepped on it a few times until she stepped on it flat and stomped it.
"Son, don't be afraid, mom trampled it to death." Xiahou Huaner reached out to wipe the tears on his face gently.
But strangely, he did not stop, but instead cried louder.