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

Damn, I'm still in the mood to joke around.

Dongfang Xing tightened his arms, staring at her with cold eyes.

Seeing that he didn't say a word, the little girl tossed herself again: "Hehe...I'm always hurt, you must think I'm a trouble."

It's not just a problem, it's a huge problem.

She continued to smirk: "Dongfang Xing, if I die, will you be sad?"

Dongfang Xing stared at her fiercely, angrily: "I'm sorry."

Grabbing his clothes weakly, with a little expectation, he asked with a smile, "Now tell me how you feel with a question."

Dongfang Xing's complexion was obscure, and he looked at her silently for a while, his deep voice was full of manic violence: "I want to beat you to death." The fierce words, spoken from his mouth at this moment, can make people feel inexplicably warmth.

The smile on Xiahou Huan'er's face was tainted with a touch of arrogance and arrogance.

"Damn you, if you care about me, just say it directly, and you even beat around the bush and said cruel words to cover up, hypocritical, and coquettish."

The more irritable and abnormal he is, the more anxious and worried he is about her.

After getting along with each other these days, she finally got a hold of his sullen temper.

The whole world is afraid of him, but she is not afraid of him at all.

In front of her, he was not a fearsome zombie king, but just a proud sullen man.

Dongfang Xing pursed his lips, hugged her, and suddenly faced the front, commanding: "Su Qi, speed up."

Feeling the pressure, Su Qi replied: "Master, it's already driven to the fastest speed."

"Slow." Is it the fastest?Why does he still feel slow?

Su Qi also knew about Xiahou Huan'er's situation, the gas pedal had already been pushed to the end, and the master still said slow, how anxious was he?

Xiahou Huan'er stretched out her hot palm and gently stroked his tense handsome face. He can't say nice words or comfort others, but he shows it clearly in his actions. A man who makes people feel distressed, she chuckled He said: "A fortune teller once gave me a fortune teller. He said that my fate is hard, that the god of heaven is a lone star, and even the king of Yama dare not accept me. No matter how serious the danger is, he can turn the danger into good luck."

His eyes paused, he knew she was comforting him.

But he could only hug her tightly, and said in a low voice, "Relax, I will wake you up when we arrive."

"Then I'll sleep for a while, and you wake me up again." She smiled and closed her eyes.

After a while, she fell into a coma.

"Su Qi." Master Xing growled.

"Master, it's full speed." The God Drive was almost flying.

On the avenue leading to the East District, everyone saw a huge and domineering modified car speeding at full speed with the momentum of a conqueror. It was fleeting and unresponsive, and they thought they were dazzled.

It would have taken two days to reach the East District, but under the whipping of Master Xing's cold eyes, he arrived in the afternoon of the second day. The poor God Drive, under the overload, was smoking.

"You wait here." Dongfang Xing got out of the car, unfolded his robe, and wrapped Xiahou Huan'er in his arms.

"Yes." Su Qi parked the car in a hidden place.

Dongfang Xing looked down at Niu'er, whose face was getting paler and paler, as if her heart had been stabbed by a needle.

"Huan'er, we're here." Seeing her sickly appearance, he couldn't bear to wake her up, but he promised her that when he arrived, he would wake her up.

Her head was dizzy, and when she heard his words, she slowly opened her eyes, with a joyful smile on her pale face, she leaned into his arms, and raised her dry eyes.