I can't believe that Dongfang Xing's condition is so much more serious than hers. He just took a rest and his body returned to normal, while she still had to stay in bed with her for a few days. But that's not the point. The point is, that one is inhumane.
The corpse king held her for a nap and left before she woke up.
They had just gone through life and death together, and just when she was about to entrust her body and mind to him, he actually left without saying a word.
Not a single word was left, and there was no explanation.
Angry, aggrieved, what did he think of her? Disposable trash?
The bedside was already piled with flower petals that had been ravaged by cruel hands. Weiwei thought twice and couldn't help but ask: "Sister Huan'er, are you still angry with Uncle Bingshan?"
After picking the petals with her fingers, Xiahou Huan'er gritted her teeth and said harshly: "Who wants to be angry with a pretentious bitch?"
"What about you?" Weiwei pointed at the broken flowers and willows in her hand. Ever since she knew that Uncle Bingshan had left, she had not stopped cruelly torturing the flowers.
Xiahou Huan'er arrogantly got out of bed and snorted: "My hands are itchy, can't you do it?"
Weiwei snorted, stretched out his hand to support his head, looked at her with shining eyes, and said with a smile: "Sister Huan'er, Uncle Bingshan is so boring, he doesn't understand romance, and he doesn't know how to coax people, why don't you just follow me?"
Break up with him and stay with my eldest brother."
Xiahou Huan'er was stunned for a moment and looked at him: "What breakup?"
Has she ever told him that she and the Stinky Corpse King are a couple?
Weiwei said cleverly: "Sister Huan'er, please stop pretending. On the day of the sandstorm, when our tribe found you, you hugged you tightly enough and it took a lot of effort to separate you. You are not
His girlfriend, will he protect you that much?"
"Really?" She only knew that that day, they encountered a sandstorm and the two of them were almost buried alive. It was the wolf tribe who saved them.
Weiwei nodded.
His impetuous heart slowly calmed down, and he realized that he was trying his best to protect her.
Seeing that her expression softened, Weiwei once again promoted his brother: "If you were my eldest brother's girlfriend, my eldest brother would protect you at all costs."
Xiahou Huan'er looked at him with a sneer: "Your eldest brother is the leader of the Beast Wolf Clan. He is handsome and capable. Are you still worried that he can't find a girlfriend?"
Unexpectedly, Weiwei really nodded and said: "I'm afraid, almost all the female wolves in the wolf clan are paired up. In this world, there are fewer and fewer good women every day. I'm really afraid that my eldest brother will die alone."
Xiahou Huan'er twisted her mouth and asked with a half-smile: "Looking at what you said is so pitiful, don't you want to find a wife as soon as possible?"
Weiwei's eyes sparkled and he said proudly: "It's necessary."
Xiahou Huan'er joked: "When you see a little female wolf you like, you have to book it quickly to avoid being snatched away by other wolves."
"Of course." Who knew that in their era, the ratio of males to females was so different?
Xiahou Huan'er curled her lips, hooked her finger on his chin, pulled him closer to her, and said with a smile: "You are not very old, and you have good features. When you grow up, you will definitely be a handsome boy. Why don't I accept you?"
,how?"
Weiwei shivered unexpectedly, and the temperature in the room dropped instantly. He saw a tall, ghostly figure in the mirror, standing not far behind him, with two sharp arrow-like gazes twisting at his back.
