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

She opened her eyes with difficulty, Dongfang Xing hugged her, stood on the back of the winged beast, and shuttled through the night.

She squirmed her lips and asked in a weak voice, "Where are you taking me?"

He lowered his head and glanced at her, and said two words in a neutral tone: "Doctor."

"Yeah." The hot face rubbed against his chest, and the discomfort in her body let her know that she was sick.

She hates doctors, but now only doctors can relieve her pain, so she can bear it for the time being.

The weakness she showed unintentionally made his heart twitch, and the arms holding her couldn't help tightening.

Xiahou Huan'er stopped talking because she was too uncomfortable.

I don't know how long it took before the winged beast stopped in front of the hospital. Dongfang Xing jumped to the ground with her in his arms, and covered her face in his arms, as if he didn't want others to see her face. Her head was dizzy, Just want to curl up and stay still.

Maybe it was late at night, and the hospital was very quiet.

Xiahou Huan'er felt that she was being placed on the hospital bed, and someone was helping her with examination and infusion.

Vaguely, I heard an old voice rambling, mentioning some genetic mutation and some kind of blood mixed in her body.

Suddenly, there was a shock in my mind.

Before transmigrating, she drank its blood while desperately fighting with the giant beast, and in the laboratory, she inhaled some inexplicable gas.

Could it be that at that time, she was infected with a virus and changed her genes?

Before she had time to think clearly, the scene switched to last night. She clearly felt that he bit her, and a warm current poured into her blood. Could it be that he didn't suck her blood, but mixed his blood into her body?

This can explain why when those zombies saw her, instead of attacking, they avoided her from a distance.

Damn, he obviously cared about her, but he didn't say anything, causing her to worry half to death, sullen zombie king, hypocritical man.

A faint smile could not help but appear on her lips, and immediately, her little hand was taken into a big palm, which was cold, but made her feel warm and safe.

Even though he has been silent, she can feel his strong presence.

As if knowing that he would always be by her side, she fell into a deep sleep in a daze.

one by one

When Xiahou Huan'er woke up, it was already dawn.

Different from the night, the hospital was very noisy during the day, and she was woken up.

She opened her eyes and saw a pale wall. She turned her head and saw Dongfang Xing sitting quietly beside the bed.

Seeing that she was awake, he stretched out his big palm to measure her forehead, and he was relieved that her fever had subsided.

She squirmed her dry lips, and before she had time to say that she was thirsty, she saw that he had already spontaneously poured a glass of warm water, helped her up, and fed her with her lips.

It turns out that the Zombie King can be so considerate and considerate, the corners of his lips are slightly curved.

After feeding her a glass of water, Dongfang Xing frowned, and said lightly, "You still need an infusion. I have something to do in the zombie camp. I'll pick you up at night."

"Are you leaving?" A sick woman is particularly vulnerable and easily dependent on others. She looked at him eagerly. Although she didn't say anything clearly, her expression showed that she didn't want him to leave.

Dongfang Xing squinted at her for a while, took out a delicate pistol from his pocket, and stuffed it into her hand, his cold voice softened two points: "Biochemical pistol, shoot bullets, within 50 centimeters, you can't hit it." The body of the enemy can also be fatal, use it well." She opened her eyes with difficulty, Dongfang Xing hugged her, stood on the back of the winged beast, and shuttled through the night.

She squirmed her lips and asked in a weak voice, "Where are you taking me?"

He lowered his head and glanced at her, and said two words in a neutral tone: "Doctor."

"Yeah." The hot face rubbed against his chest, and the discomfort in her body let her know that she was sick.

She hates doctors, but now only doctors can relieve her pain, so she can bear it for the time being.

The weakness she showed unintentionally made his heart twitch, and the arms holding her couldn't help tightening.

Xiahou Huan'er stopped talking because she was too uncomfortable.

I don't know how long it took before the winged beast stopped in front of the hospital. Dongfang Xing jumped to the ground with her in his arms, and covered her face in his arms, as if he didn't want others to see her face. Her head was dizzy, Just want to curl up and stay still.

Maybe it was late at night, and the hospital was very quiet.

Xiahou Huan'er felt that she was being placed on the hospital bed, and someone was helping her with examination and infusion.

Vaguely, I heard an old voice rambling, mentioning some genetic mutation and some kind of blood mixed in her body.

Suddenly, there was a shock in my mind.

Before transmigrating, she drank its blood while desperately fighting with the giant beast, and in the laboratory, she inhaled some inexplicable gas.

Could it be that at that time, she was infected with a virus and changed her genes?

Before she had time to think clearly, the scene switched to last night. She clearly felt that he bit her, and a warm current poured into her blood. Could it be that he didn't suck her blood, but mixed his blood into her body?

This can explain why when those zombies saw her, instead of attacking, they avoided her from a distance.

Damn, he obviously cared about her, but he didn't say anything, causing her to worry half to death, sullen zombie king, hypocritical man.

A faint smile could not help but appear on her lips, and immediately, her little hand was taken into a big palm, which was cold, but made her feel warm and safe.

Even though he has been silent, she can feel his strong presence.

As if knowing that he would always be by her side, she fell into a deep sleep in a daze.

one by one

When Xiahou Huan'er woke up, it was already dawn.

Different from the night, the hospital was very noisy during the day, and she was woken up.

She opened her eyes and saw a pale wall. She turned her head and saw Dongfang Xing sitting quietly beside the bed.

Seeing that she was awake, he stretched out his big palm to measure her forehead, and he was relieved that her fever had subsided.

She squirmed her dry lips, and before she had time to say that she was thirsty, she saw that he had already spontaneously poured a glass of warm water, helped her up, and fed her with her lips.

It turns out that the Zombie King can be so considerate and considerate, the corners of his lips are slightly curved.

After feeding her a glass of water, Dongfang Xing frowned, and said lightly, "You still need an infusion. I have something to do in the zombie camp. I'll pick you up at night."

"Are you leaving?" A sick woman is particularly vulnerable and easily dependent on others. She looked at him eagerly. Although she didn't say anything clearly, her expression showed that she didn't want him to leave.

Dongfang Xing squinted at her for a while, took out a delicate pistol from his pocket, and stuffed it into her hand, his cold voice softened two points: "Biochemical pistol, shoot bullets, within 50 centimeters, you can't hit it." Hitting the enemy's body can also be fatal, so make good use of it."