If you love someone, you will try your best to satisfy their needs.
Seeing the urgent look in his eyes, a thoughtful smile appeared on Xiahou Huan'er's face.
She reached out and hugged his arm, leaned on his side obediently, nodded and said, "Okay, when this war is over, we will have a baby."
Dongfang Xing looked at her in surprise: "You want to have a baby?"
Xiahou Huan'er smiled evilly: "I want to give birth to a super invincible and powerful zombie baby. When you bully me in the future, I will have a helper."
Dongfang Xing stretched out his fingertips, lightly scratched her face, and said coolly: "My dear, are you so sure that my son will stand by your side?"
"Of course, if the son I gave birth to dares not to help my mother, I will beat him to death." Xiahou Huan'er said arrogantly.
"Really?" He didn't believe that his son dared to be so presumptuous under his eyes.
Xiahou Huan'er was full of confidence and smiled proudly: "Of course, if you don't believe it, just wait and see."
Dongfang Xing's eyes flashed slightly, and his sexy thin lips curled up slightly: "In this case, it's still early, let's go back to the tent to make a baby."
"Ah...don't you want to keep an eye on Ao Po? Master Xing, you can't delay military affairs just to indulge yourself."
She could foresee that Quanbupo would be saying behind her back that her beauty was a disaster.
Dongfang Xing thought carefully: "It's still early before dawn, and we still have a few hours to cultivate and create people."
Xiahou Huan'er quickly put her hand on his chest: "No, if Aopo doesn't retreat before dawn, we are going to fight a real war. You have to recharge your batteries."
If you want to have a baby, you don’t have to rush to reincarnate.
Dongfang Xing looked at her coldly: "I asked you to rest just now. What did you say?"
"Ahem... I will go back to the camp to rest and prepare for tomorrow's battle." Xiahou Huan'er said quickly.
"Still not leaving?" Dongfang Xing reached out and patted her butt lightly.
Xiahou Huan'er exclaimed, stretched out her hand to touch the butt that was patted, and glared: "You are wretched."
"If you don't go back, there will be something even more vulgar. Do you want to try it?" Dongfang Xing stared at her suspiciously.
"I just want to spend more time with you. You are not a human being." After Xia Hou Huan'er finished speaking, he immediately turned around and ran back to the camp to rest.
Looking at her back flying away like a bird, a faint smile appeared on Dongfang Xing's lips. Until he watched her enter the tent, the smile on his lips faded away and replaced with a sinister and cold expression.
As a cold wind howled by, a ghost-like figure appeared behind him.
He wore half a chilling Shura mask on his face, and his pair of fiery eyes, like deep pools, exuded an icy cold light.
Dongfang Xing stood with his hands behind his back, without looking back, and his low voice was as chilling as the cold wind: "I heard that Hanhai is not dead."
The God of Death responded calmly: "I did it on purpose."
"Why?" He was sent out to kill people, but he was never merciful. This time he let Han Hai go, which made him a little surprised.
The God of Death's eyes flashed slightly: "Hanhai knows Long Qiao's secret."
Dongfang Xing curled up his fingers and tapped lightly on the guardrail.
After thinking for a moment, a bloodthirsty sneer appeared on his lips: "Let the news out and make Long Qiao suspect that his secret has been exposed to the vast sea."
The God of Death nodded, "Should Hanhai stay or kill?"
Dongfang Xing said coldly: "Keep Hanhai for now. When the news gets out, Long Qiao will take action for you."
