Xiahou Huan'er pushed him hard, hit him, pinched him, poked him, but she didn't respond at all, instead she was exhausted.

The last punch hit him in the heart, tired and paralyzed in his arms, and slowly fell asleep.

After she fell asleep, Dongfang Xing suddenly opened his deep eyes with dark light floating, staring at her restless face quietly, his rough long fingers fell on her tender cheeks, stroking her tenderly, until she The furrowed brows loosened.

One one one one one one one one

The warm morning light came in from the window, driving away the coldness in the room.

After Xiahou Huan'er woke up, the other side of the pillow was empty and cold, obviously he had already left.

Thinking of what happened last night, I couldn't help but blush.

Immediately, he thought that there must be something wrong in his body, Dongfang Xing should know, but he refused to tell her.

"I'll find a way to get you to tell me, Zombie King, hum."

After finishing speaking fiercely, he sat up and stretched, and saw a pair of crutches placed by the head of the bed, the dose of medicine and water were all ready, the corners of his lips were slightly raised, he was a corpse king who was as careful as dust, It's a pity that it is too boring and hypocritical.

Xiahou Huan'er washed up briefly and came to the hall on crutches.

Smelling the aroma of rice porridge from a distance, her beautiful eyes lit up.

Could it be that Dongfang Xing was cooking porridge for her in the kitchen?

She felt a little flattered, imagining the majestic Zombie King cooking porridge in the kitchen wearing an apron, no matter how she thought about it, she felt weird.

She covered her small mouth, almost laughing out of vanity.

At this moment, light footsteps came, and a young woman in plain clothes came out of the kitchen holding a bowl of porridge.

woman?What about the zombie king?

Xiahou Huan'er's vanity shattered into thousands of pieces with a bang.

"Miss, you are awake. I made some rice porridge for you. I hope you like it." The woman put the porridge on the table and came forward to help her over.

"Who are you?" Xiahou Huan'er calmed down her disappointment, and looked up at her. Why did she look familiar, and she gasped in surprise, "It's you, why are you here?" She was in the hospital yesterday I've seen it before, when she was controlled by two half-beasts.

"My name is Le Fu. Lord Xing saved me. He asked me to take care of Miss here." When Le Fu mentioned Lord Xing, his expression was both gratitude and admiration.

No, what a coincidence?

She was the half-beast's female|slave yesterday, but today she became her maid by a strange coincidence?

She narrowed her eyes and asked carefully, "Do you know the identity of Master Xing?"

Love nodded and said admiringly, "He's the zombie king."

"You should be a human, aren't you afraid of zombies?" Aren't humans fighting zombies? She worships the leader of a foreign race and wants to be a traitor?

Love seemed to know what she was thinking, and a bitter sneer appeared on his lips: "Two years ago, I was betrayed by my kind to a half-beast, and I was a sex slave for two years. I lived in dire straits, and I tried countless times to commit suicide. I just want to get rid of the painful days, but unfortunately I never succeeded. It was Lord Xing who saved me from birth. From now on, he will be my master, my God. Frown."

Such a strong worship of individualism, Xiahou Huan'er twitched the corners of her mouth slightly, a little sympathetic to her past, "I'm sorry to bring back unpleasant memories for you."

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