My husband is a wife

Chapter 985 No, what a coincidence

Xiahou Huan'er stopped struggling, her black cat eyes blinked brightly, and the corners of her lips curled slightly: "Not even a hundred ships?"

Dongfang Xing stared at her with deep cold eyes, and replied somewhat harshly: "I won't change a thousand ships."

Xiahou Huan'er arrogantly raised her pretty face, with a smile in the corner of her eyes, but also a hint of arrogance, shining so brightly that she almost blinded someone.

"I don't want to change a thousand boats, and even if I said I fell in love with Bengong, who would believe me?"

This girl, give her a little sunshine, she will definitely be so brilliant that you can't keep your eyes open.

"Boring." He looked away.

"The zombies outside saw me and avoided it because I have your blood in my body?" Just a drop of blood is so powerful, how powerful is he?
Xiahou Huan'er's curiosity jumped up.

Dongfang Xing hummed coldly again.

"Then will I become a zombie?" This is the point.

With deep and cold eyes, staring at her nervous little face, the corners of her lips slightly curled up: "No."

Xiahou Huan'er secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and continued to ask the question in his heart: "Do you still remember what happened 500 years ago?"

Dongfang Xing's eyes dimmed suddenly, his face was tense, and a touch of sadness spread from his heart.

Her breath stopped, and her heart throbbed slightly.

He didn't say it, but she could feel his sadness and pain.

She seemed to have raised a topic that shouldn't be mentioned, which touched his sore spot.

She stretched out her hand to caress his cold and tense handsome face, and sincerely apologized: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

Dongfang Xing's fists were clenched and loosened, and then clenched again. He narrowed his deep eyes and remained silent.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." At this moment, apart from apologizing, she no longer knew how to comfort him.

Forget the past.

How can she make up for the torture and pain he has suffered in the past 500 years?

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

Xiahou Huan'er sat up and stretched, and saw a pair of crutches placed by the head of the bed. The medicine and water were all ready, and the corners of her lips were slightly raised. She was a corpse king who was as careful as dust.

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?
(End of this chapter)