"What, he is the Corpse King?" The three half-beasts immediately hugged each other in horror, trembling with fear.
Xiahou Huan'er shrugged: "I told you earlier, but you didn't believe it and didn't listen to the beauty's words. You will suffer a loss in front of you. You should be prepared to report to King Yama."
"Ah, don't kill us, ugh, we won't dare to do it anymore... Please... don't kill us..."
The three half-animals suddenly knelt down and begged for mercy, with tears and runny noses. It was so pitiful.
"It's so noisy." Dongfang Xing didn't have the patience to listen to their pleas for mercy. He waved his hand and a sharp light wave flashed quickly.
The begging for mercy of the three half-beasts stopped suddenly, and a blood mark appeared on their necks. With a few pops, they all fell to the ground and died.
Such a fierce murderous aura, without any hesitation or softness.
Xia Houhuan'er raised her head and looked at his obscure handsome face, and into his sharp eyes that were so deep that it seemed like they couldn't get out after falling in.
She frowned, wondering why she felt something was different about him, but she couldn't put her finger on it.
Dongfang Xing held her in his arms without saying a word, summoned the winged beast down, jumped on its back, and flew quickly in the clouds.
Hey, something was really wrong. He didn't even say a word to her, nor did he ask her.
"Husband, are you okay?" Xiahou Huan'er tugged on his sleeve uneasily.
His eyes were looking forward, his eyes far away and heavy, not focused on her at all.
Xiahou Huan'er called out without giving up: "Husband, Master Xing, Dongfang Xing... what's wrong with you? Please respond to me, please?"
Why does it feel like once he returned to before liberation, he became more silent than before, and her sense of existence also declined rapidly.
Dongfang Xing suddenly reached out and pushed her head into his arms, and just said two words lightly: "Don't make any noise."
Noisy? He actually thought she was noisy.
Xiahou Huan'er grinded her teeth, otherwise she really didn't have the strength at the moment and she really wanted to bite him hard.
She was about to get angry when his cold and yet sad voice came from above her head: "I remembered some embarrassing past events."
"What happened five hundred years ago?" Xiahou Huan'er asked in shock.
She knew that whenever he thought of past events, he would be in a bad mood. The things he found embarrassing must be very important.
Dongfang Xing's body tensed up and he fell silent.
Xiahou Huan'er put her arms around his waist, her heart throbbing in pain.
Although he is the most famous corpse king, he has always felt guilty and regretful about what he has done.
Like a beast trapped in a blind corner with no way out.
Something that can bring him back to his original form must be a big blow to him.
She must help him get out of the shadow of the past and throw away the baggage of the past.
He must be in a very confused mood at the moment, so she just allowed him to calm down for a while.
Xiahou Huan'er leaned quietly in his arms, no longer saying a word, thinking in her heart about how to crack open his stone-like head and pull him out of the worries of old things.
How big of a blow is this?
You can tell from the fact that he didn't go anywhere, abandoned the zombie camp and went straight back to the villa in the deep forest.
He put her on the bed in the bedroom, took some ointment to reduce swelling and blood stasis, smeared it on her face, and then locked himself in the study.
Xiahou Huan'er grabbed the pillow, her eyes flashed slightly, and she suddenly felt that this villa was basically Dongfang Xing's refuge.
