My husband is a wife

Chapter 978 Guilt

It was not easy to pick out the thorns on the feet, Xiahou Huan'er almost thanked God for his kindness.

Dongfang Xing's face was not as cold as before, and the light in his eyes softened a little.

Looking up at him making the final bandage for her feet, she asked curiously, "How did you find me?"

After waiting for a long time, the zombie king who likes to pretend to be dumb, continues to maintain the best golden rule, silence is golden.

He refused to answer, Xiahou Huan'er automatically made up his mind, and Deser said, "You must have been looking for me anxiously when you found out that I was missing."

Dongfang Xing continued to make gestures with his hands, still silent, but his tall and straight figure had a strong sense of presence.

Xiahou Huan'er stared at him with shining black cat eyes, unruly short hair, handsome side face, deep and dangerous eyes, straight and beautiful nose, sexy and charming thin lips, no matter how handsome he looked.

She leaned close to him, said with a cheeky smile, "You must be very anxious, worried, and reluctant to part with me when you find out that I'm missing."

Her thin lips were pursed tightly, she guessed half right, but the ruthless zombie king would not admit it.

He pulled her wrist, his sharp eyes darkened, and his already deep and cold face became even more gloomy.

This zombie king is probably 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: "You were very angry when you saw half-beasts bullying me, so angry, kill them all, admit it, you care about me, you like me, ah..." The wound on his wrist was covered by his force. Xiahou Huan'er screamed in 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.

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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.

Remember that you are human too.

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.

(End of this chapter)