My husband is a wife

Chapter 968
She struggled frantically and roared, "Let me go."

The man frowned, his cold face sank, and he raised his hand to chop her neck.

After an unknown amount of time, a sharp pain came from her neck, and Xiahou Huan'er gradually woke up from the coma. The damned stinky man actually knocked her out.

The voice in her ears made her stop opening her eyes.

"Ship." The voice was so cold and hard that it seemed to be popping out of a rock, as if soaked in ice. It was a little familiar, and she recognized Dongfang Xing's voice. It turned out that he was not dumb.

"Are you sure, she's worth the price?" It was a lazy, frivolous male voice that reminded her of a fox.

A cold voice, concise and to the point: "No problem at all."

Hearing this, Xiahou Huan'er's body froze immediately, and his teeth itched with hatred. He tried his best to dress her up, so it turned out that he was selling her.

However, the price of exchanging her for a battleship shocked her so much that she lost her glasses. Is she worth that much?
There was a cold breath in the air, and the shadow suddenly bowed down.

Xiahou Huan'er opened her eyes suddenly, and a handsome, almost feminine male face came into her eyes. There was a touch of evil playfulness in the blue eyes, and she was looking at her unscrupulously.

"Your eyes are very beautiful, like talking cat's eyes, I like it." A flash of excitement flashed in the man's eyes, and he reached out to touch her face.

Xiahou Huan'er slapped his hand away vigorously, and the sharp claws scratched a few bloodstains on the back of his hand.

The man withdrew his hand, and the excitement in his eyes shone even brighter: "Tsk tsk, I haven't met a rebellious woman for a long time. I want this little wild cat with claws."

"I'm sick." Xiahou Huan'er scolded, and found herself on the table, she couldn't help feeling angry and angry, and quickly jumped off the table, shooting her murderous gaze at Dongfang Xing who was sitting quietly and indifferently.

"Deal." Dongfang Xing uttered two words coldly, stood up, and ignored her gaze indifferently.

"I'll send someone to deliver it in two days." The man's deep gaze never left Xiahou Huan'er.

Seeing that they were about to pay both money and goods, Xiahou Huan'er gritted her teeth and said loudly: "I am not his property, you can't exchange me as goods."

"Of course you are not his, because you are already mine, haha..." The man laughed presumptuously, and reached out his hand to grab her shoulders. He had seen many beauties, but such smart beauties as hers were extremely rare. very.

"I don't belong to anyone, stinky man, let me go." Xiahou Huan'er struggled, raised her toes and kicked his calf.

Cold, hard, and his legs were made of metal.

She didn't wear shoes, her toes hurt so badly that she gasped, she looked up at him: "You are not human."

The man laughed wildly, looked down at her and said, "I am Long Qiao, a cyborg."

"Are you a cyborg?" Xiahou Huan'er was stunned, and pointed at Dongfang Xing, his heart trembling, "Then what is he?"

"Don't you know? He is the zombie king Dongfang Xing." Long Qiao looked at her with interest.

"What? He's the Zombie King?" Xiahou Huan'er's body temperature seemed to drain away. How could it be possible? Didn't they come here at the same time?
When did he become the zombie king?

A vague memory flashed in my mind.

500 years ago, they worked together to kill a robot. Before he died, he left a prophecy.

(End of this chapter)