Indulge in the last 10000 days: the corpse king strongly spoils his wife

He pulled up her wrist, and the white and tender skin was worn out with blood by the rope, the eyes of the elite dimmed, and the already deep and cold face became even more gloomy.

Damn, this zombie king is the reincarnation of the dumb, she said a lot, but he didn't even hum.

Tireless, never startling words are her excellent characteristics.

She winked and sneered, "Seeing half-beasts bullying me, you are very angry, very angry, kill them all, admit it, you care about me, like me, hiss...fuck, beast, take it easy... ..." He pinched the wound on his wrist forcefully, and Xiahou Huan'er was in excruciating pain.

Every time this topic was brought up, he would get agitated and angry, and wanted to strangle her to death.

Saying that he has no ghosts in his heart, nonsense, only ghosts believe it.

Master Xing, with a frighteningly gloomy face, bandaged her wrists, carried the medicine box, and fled in her room in a hurry again.

Xiahou Huan'er fiddled with the bandage on her wrist, with a wicked grin on her face.

Playing with the Zombie King seemed to have become her pleasure. Seeing his unchanging coldness for thousands of years, she wanted to see him lose control and even collapse.

If Master Xing knew what was going on in this girl's mind, he would probably want to strangle her to death.

one by one

In the dark night, in the huge study room, a quiet and cool tall and straight figure stood quietly in front of the window, staring at the bright and clear moon expressionlessly.

500 years, he has survived in this world for 500 years.

See with your own eyes how the world changes, how human civilization declines, and how various species rise.

His body functions are constantly evolving, and his combat effectiveness is constantly increasing. From a zombie who lost his madness, he has gradually recovered his vague memory.

Recalling that he was also a human being, he used to be the commander of the human army and the highest commander in the imperial capital.

But now, he has become the zombie king, leading hundreds of thousands of zombies to fight against human beings.

Her appearance stimulated his memory, and those heart-piercing roars were also a portrayal of his struggle and hesitation.

The clearer the memory, the stronger the guilt in my heart, looking at my hands stained with human blood.

He would have preferred to have died 500 years ago.

Painful torment struggled and spread in the dark eyes.

The iron-like fist was clenched suddenly, and it hit the hard wall hard, shaking the world.

There was a slight groan in the silent air.

The tall and straight figure froze, let out a heavy breath, and his eyes had returned to calm and cold.

He turned around, walked out of the study like a silent ghost, and came to Xiahou Huan'er's room.

She was afraid of the dark, so she had to turn on the light when she slept. The soft light shone on her frighteningly pale face, with tiny cold sweat on her forehead, and a heart-wrenching moan from her pale lips.

He leaned forward, stretched out his palm, and put it on her forehead, the hot temperature came from his tentacles.

Damn, she has a high fever, the wound should be infected.

Master Xing's face became even more gloomy, and he immediately lifted the quilt, found a coat to wrap around her trembling body, hugged her tightly, and quickly went out.

The cold wind blowing on her hot face made her feel better, but the heat and discomfort all over her body made her feel like dying.

In a daze, she felt two slender arms holding her tightly, and while breathing hard, she smelled a fresh and unique masculine scent.

The whistling wind blew by my ears, and my consciousness gradually became clear.He pulled up her wrist, and the white and tender skin was worn out with blood by the rope, the eyes of the elite dimmed, and the already deep and cold face became even more gloomy.

Damn, this zombie king is the reincarnation of the dumb, she said a lot, but he didn't even hum.

Tireless, never startling words are her excellent characteristics.

She winked and sneered, "Seeing half-beasts bullying me, you are very angry, very angry, kill them all, admit it, you care about me, like me, hiss...fuck, beast, take it easy... ..." He pinched the wound on his wrist forcefully, and Xiahou Huan'er was in excruciating pain.

Every time this topic was brought up, he would get agitated and angry, and wanted to strangle her to death.

Saying that he has no ghosts in his heart, nonsense, only ghosts believe it.

Master Xing, with a frighteningly gloomy face, bandaged her wrists, carried the medicine box, and fled in her room in a hurry again.

Xiahou Huan'er fiddled with the bandage on her wrist, with a wicked grin on her face.

Playing with the Zombie King seemed to have become her pleasure. Seeing his unchanging coldness for thousands of years, she wanted to see him lose control and even collapse.

If Master Xing knew what was going on in this girl's mind, he would probably want to strangle her to death.

one by one

In the dark night, in the huge study room, a quiet and cool tall and straight figure stood quietly in front of the window, staring at the bright and clear moon expressionlessly.

500 years, he has survived in this world for 500 years.

See with your own eyes how the world changes, how human civilization declines, and how various species rise.

His body functions are constantly evolving, and his combat effectiveness is constantly increasing. From a zombie who lost his madness, he has gradually recovered his vague memory.

Recalling that he was also a human being, he used to be the commander of the human army and the highest commander in the imperial capital.

But now, he has become the zombie king, leading hundreds of thousands of zombies to fight against human beings.

Her appearance stimulated his memory, and those heart-piercing roars were also a portrayal of his struggle and hesitation.

The clearer the memory, the stronger the guilt in my heart, looking at my hands stained with human blood.

He would have preferred to have died 500 years ago.

Painful torment struggled and spread in the dark eyes.

The iron-like fist was clenched suddenly, and it hit the hard wall hard, shaking the world.

There was a slight groan in the silent air.

The tall and straight figure froze, let out a heavy breath, and his eyes had returned to calm and cold.

He turned around, walked out of the study like a silent ghost, and came to Xiahou Huan'er's room.

She was afraid of the dark, so she had to turn on the light when she slept. The soft light shone on her frighteningly pale face, with tiny cold sweat on her forehead, and a heart-wrenching moan from her pale lips.

He leaned forward, stretched out his palm, and put it on her forehead, the hot temperature came from his tentacles.

Damn, she has a high fever, the wound should be infected.

Master Xing's face became even more gloomy, and he immediately lifted the quilt, found a coat to wrap around her trembling body, hugged her tightly, and quickly went out.

The cold wind blowing on her hot face made her feel better, but the heat and discomfort all over her body made her feel like dying.

In a daze, she felt two slender arms holding her tightly, and while breathing hard, she smelled a fresh and unique masculine scent.

The whistling wind blew by my ears, and my consciousness gradually became clear.