After saying that, he immediately turned around and ran faster than anyone else, as if he was being chased by a ghost.
He was left with a shocked expression on his face, and the sweet smell of blood in his mouth reminded him that he was not dreaming just now, he had really sucked her blood.
how so?
Since he evolved into a high-level zombie, he no longer needs to drink human blood for a living. How did he reveal his true nature when he saw Love's blood just now?
Suddenly, a sense of fear that I had never experienced before appeared in my heart.
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On the outskirts of the zombie camp, in the lush green jungle, in front of the rippling lakeside.
Dongfang Xing's straight back stands facing the lakeside. He is tall and steep, and his majestic and domineering look is completely natural.
Xiahou Huan'er stretched out a finger and poked his back.
He said in a relaxed and playful tone: "You are in such a good mood today, would you like to take me out for an outing?"
Dongfang Xing stretched out his palms, clasped her slender waist, and pulled her into his arms. His steel-like arms tightly locked her waist, holding her tightly as if he wanted to rub her into him.
As if in the body.
Xiahou Huan'er was a little hurt by his strong embrace. She looked up at his obscure and handsome face and frowned.
When he went out today, he was in a good mood. Why did he become so virtuous after not seeing him for a long time?
She asked tentatively: "Are you unhappy, why should I go find Luo Qin? If you don't like it, I won't go to him if nothing happens in the future."
Dongfang Xing stretched out his palm, raised her smooth chin, and stared at her with his deep and cold black-red eyes, his eyes flickering, as if he had something to say to her, but he hesitated to speak.
Seeing him like this, Xiahou Huan'er's heart suddenly sank.
She reached out and stroked his tight cheeks, with a sweet smile on her lips: "Do you have something to tell me?"
Seeing the smile on her face, his tense expression softened a little, and he gave a gentle hum.
Xiahou Huan'er's heart sank even more, and his face was serious. It seemed that this was something serious.
"Did something happen to the zombie camp?"
Dongfang Xing hugged her tightly, put his head on her shoulder, and said in a hoarse voice: "Huan'er, our wedding..."
Xia Hou Huan'er's body stiffened, and she immediately intercepted his words with a smile and said: "It's okay, the zombie camp is important. Even if our wedding is postponed, I have no objection, heh..." Before he could finish his words, a hand on his waist
It hurt, and I was pinched again.
Xiahou Huan'er suddenly felt guilty and felt aggrieved: "Why are you pinching me again? I understand justice so well and think about the zombie camp. Shouldn't you praise me?"
Dongfang Xing's deep eyes were as cold as ice: "Did I say that the wedding would be postponed? You really don't want to marry me? Huh?!!!"
"Ah...if I didn't want to marry you, I wouldn't agree to your proposal. Didn't you want to tell me this?"
Right now, the most important thing is their wedding.
He didn't make it clear, and she wasn't a roundworm in his belly. Who knew what he was talking about.
"Humph, even if the sky falls, don't think about me postponing the wedding."
Mr.
Mr. Xing reached out and stroked her cheek, and after a long silence he said lightly: "The zombie camp has been a bit uneasy recently, so our wedding can only be held here."
