Dongfang Xing folded his hands and crossed his chest, his cold and sinister face expressionless.
Xiahou Huan'er continued to ramble: "Seriously, which king is like you? Standing on the back of a winged beast is very majestic, but how can it be compared to sitting comfortably in a car, at least without the wind and sun?
After all, you are a king, with hundreds of thousands of elite soldiers under your command, and you don’t even have a single attendant. If you tell me, you won’t be afraid of making people laugh.”
It was so noisy that Dongfang Xing gave her a cold look and said two words calmly: "Shut up."
Xiahou Huan'er stared: "I hate it when people tell me to shut up."
Dongfang Xing frowned and suddenly reached out to clasp the back of her head. He pressed her forward and blocked her mouth with his thin lips as cold as a clear spring.
The other hand clasped her waist, lifted her up hard, and sat her on his lap.
"Well..." Xiahou Huan'er was so shocked that her eyes widened.
Dongfang Xing bit and kissed her, cruelly and domineeringly. He didn't let her go until she gasped and fell weakly in his arms.
"Scoundrel, gangster..." Xiahou Huan'er's face turned red, she scolded softly, and glanced at the driver in front of her.
Su Qi was silent, driving the car intently, turning a blind eye or hearing what happened behind her.
Dongfang Xing looked down at her from a high position, raised his stern eyebrows, and looked at her with his deep eyes: "You still want to bother?"
"Asshole." Xiahou Huan'er cursed secretly, covered his mouth with his hands, and shook his head.
Satisfied, Dongfang Xing put his arms around her waist and pressed her into his arms.
Domineering, rogue.
Just because he likes Silence is Golden, doesn't mean she likes it too, Xia Houhuan'er gritted her teeth.
Dongfang Xing's body suddenly tensed up, and his cold eyes were filled with ice as he stared straight ahead.
There was no need to give orders. Su Qi, who was good at observing people's emotions, had already stopped the car.
There were shouts of fighting and the roar of bullets in my ears.
Xiahou Huan'er looked up and saw flashes of lightning through the windshield in front, bullets flying wildly, artillery shells bombing continuously, and smoke filling the air.
It's humans and zombies at war.
She turned back to look at Dongfang Xing's face, her gloomy handsome face became even more sinister, and her eyes became colder.
Dongfang Xing moved her body to the seat next to her and gave an overbearing order: "Don't come down."
Xiahou Huan'er nodded obediently. There were bullets and bullets outside, and she didn't want to go out and be cannon fodder at all.
Obviously he didn't expect her to be so good this time, his eyes flashed slightly, he kissed the corner of her lips, then opened the door and got out of the car.
Xiahou Huan'er looked at his arrogant and majestic back, like a king coming, with the corners of her lips slightly raised, and she asked Su Qi with a frown: "Su Qi, didn't he give the order to avoid fighting? Why are there still people firing?" As far as she knew,
Dongfang Xing has issued a waiving letter to the imperial capital.
Su Qi's face was expressionless, her cold thin lips pursed tightly, and she did not answer her question.
Ignore her?
It doesn't matter, thick skin is her advantage.
Her specialty is to be gentle and tough: "Little Susu, Xiao Qiqi, you should respond to me, or you can just fart."
Su Qi didn't even frown. It was obvious that the zombie's emotions were numb and it was staring straight ahead.
Xiahou Huan'er told him not to respond, so she simply leaned forward and reached out to poke his shoulder, but he quickly dodged it.
What and what? Is there a virus on her hand? It flashed so fast.
There was a click, and before she could harass him any more, the soundproofing panel that separated the front and rear seats fell down.
