Xiahou Huan'er was stunned for a moment, then covered her mouth and smiled sweetly: "As for you, who else could it be besides you?"
Criticism: This man is too possessive and can't even make the slightest joke. Fortunately, she has a quick mind.
Mr. Xing snorted coldly and fell silent.
Xiahou Huan'er pointed at the sky battleship in the northwest direction, bumped his chest with her elbow, and sneered: "Luo Yus really pointed the finger at the imperial capital. It's really interesting. You said Luo Yus really wanted to attack the imperial capital.
Who will win, him or Ao Po?"
Dongfang Xing narrowed his eyes and looked in the direction of the imperial capital, shook his head and said, "Both sides will suffer."
"Really? Didn't Luo Yus defeat the Imperial Capital?"
Dongfang Xing said reluctantly: "The imperial capital is not what it used to be, and Ao Po is even more outstanding than I am."
"Hey, it turns out that you can also appreciate your enemies." Xiahou Huan'er looked at him and smiled suavely.
"You little thing, even your husband dares to tease you." Dongfang Xing became angry with embarrassment and suddenly tightened his arms around her waist.
"Hey, it hurts. I'm just joking with you." Xiahou Huan'er said flatteringly, "No matter how powerful he is, he can't compare to my husband."
Dongfang Xing looked at her coldly and slowly uttered three words: "Flattery."
Yeah yeah yeah...
A row of crows suddenly flew over Xiahou Huan'er's head.
But then, shamelessly, he sneered: "I can wear flattery but never wear it." Otherwise, why would so many people like to flatter me?
Dongfang Xing despised her: "You can be thicker-skinned."
Xiahou Huan'er stretched out her hand and touched her face, and said proudly: "The thickness is moderate, which is the best condition."
When Quanbupo, who had just come up from behind, heard her shameless words, his mouth twitched and he was ashamed.
Then he stepped forward and reported: "King, we caught two mercenaries trying to sneak into the military camp at the border."
Dongfang Xing hugged Xiahou Huan'er and turned around slowly: "Who sent you?"
Wan Bupo shook his head and said, "They would rather die than surrender."
"Oh, are they dead?" Xiahou Huan'er asked with great interest, her eyes shining brightly.
Completely disgusted with the cold: "Madam, they all committed suicide by taking poison."
They secretly thought that it was a good thing that they committed suicide by taking poison, otherwise they would have regretted ever living in this world if they were tortured by this horrible woman.
"Tsk, it's not like ancient times now, why are you still so interested in committing suicide by taking poison? It's old-fashioned and boring." Xiahou Huan'er was disappointed.
Completely ashamed: "Madam, they are killers. If they don't succeed, they will be successful. This is the rule."
Xiahou Huan'er shrugged, helpless: "Okay."
Tsk, what's the point of becoming a benevolent person without success? In this world, is this still the case?
Quanbupo turned to Dongfang Xing and said, "King, there is no movement from the imperial army."
Dongfang Xing said expressionlessly: "Keep waiting."
"Yes." Complete nodded.
Xia Houhuan'er reached out and stroked her smooth chin, narrowed her eyes, and chuckled: "These hired killers must have been sent by Long Qiao, right?"
A gentle smile appeared on Quanbupo's face: "The Machine King is attacking the imperial capital, except for the zombie camp. Long Qiao must be very happy to see it happen. He is the mastermind behind the scenes. It's not surprising at all."
Xiahou Huan'er nodded: "I just don't know if he wants to kill me or Ao Bing when he sends so many hired killers."
The corner of Chuan Bupo's mouth twitched: "I think the person he wants to kill most right now is you, madam." After enduring such a huge insult, Long Qiao must want to kill her quickly.
