Future frowned and said, "I don't know why I ended up in the zombie camp. After I came out of the imperial capital, I felt an inexplicable pull that kept me going west."
Xiahou Huan'er immediately turned her head, looked at the expressionless man beside her, and asked with a smile: "Master Xing, what do you think?"
Dongfang Xing glanced at the future coldly, and threw back to her coldly: "I'm not her, how do I know?"
Xiahou Huan'er couldn't help but rolled her eyes: "Can't you be more romantic?"
Dongfang Xing's voice became even colder: "Romance doesn't exist between me and other women."
"Tch, just be cool and pull it off." Xiahou Huan'er squinted at him, "I guess it's destiny that I will come to the zombie camp to find relatives in the future."
Dongfang Xing snorted disdainfully.
But the future was stunned. The world was vast, and she couldn't go anywhere. Instead, she ran to the terrifying zombie camp, and she happened to be related to the zombie king.
Is this really destiny?
She secretly glanced at Dongfang Xing with her peripheral vision, but was frightened by his sharp eyes and quickly looked away.
This man was so cold and powerful that ordinary people would not dare to look directly at him.
Si Chen glanced at her without trace, and when he saw her timid expression, a faint smile appeared on his lips.
I had the courage to punch him this morning, but now I don't even have the courage to look directly at Dongfang Xing. I'm so stupid and cute.
As the journey gradually moves away from the zombie camp's sphere of influence, chaotic scenes can be seen everywhere, and more and more refugees are wandering to escape the war.
Xiahou Huan'er's brows furrowed more and more: "Damn, so many refugees are displaced. How long will they continue to fight?"
Dongfang Xing had a cold and handsome face, his sharp eyes were narrowed, and his eyes were unclear, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking at the moment.
Xiahou Huan'er couldn't bear it and bumped his chest with her elbow, and said irritably: "I feel very unhappy when I see so many poor refugees."
Dongfang Xing looked down at her and said lightly: "Then what do you want?"
"After you call Bupo to send the message, if they don't end the war, Aobing will be killed." Xiahou Huan'er said irritably.
"Ao Po will not stop because of Ao Bing. This war will not stop unless the winner is determined." Dongfang Xing said lightly.
Xiahou Huan'er was depressed: "You think of a way to make them cease fighting."
Si Chen raised his lips and sneered: "It's easy to make them cease the war. Send Ao Bing back to Luo Yusi, and then cut off the food and grass in the imperial capital."
Luo Yusi didn't really want to fight Ao Po, but now Ao Po is clinging to him, insisting on taking revenge for the destruction of his home a few years ago.
As long as the food and grass in the imperial capital are cut off, their army will be unable to hold on any longer. Even if Ao Po still wants to persist, there is nothing he can do.
Xiahou Huan'er immediately said: "Then let's do it like this. Divide the troops into two groups and let the God of Death bring Ao Bing to Luo Yusi. Then we will go to the back of the imperial capital to intercept their food and grass."
Si Chen said worriedly: "But in this case, our identities are very likely to be exposed."
When Xiahou Huan'er heard this, she couldn't help but look sad. At this moment, she couldn't tell which thing was more important.
Just seeing those poor people made her feel very upset and distressed.
