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

"Haha... I never thought you could be so vile... Poor Mr. Shen..." Anyway, it's enough to make people feel sympathetic.

Dongfang Xing said with a dark face: "Who made him talk nonsense." With such a bad mouth, he was already very kind if he didn't kill him.

"Hey, he's just mentally disturbed, so don't bother with him."

"I'm not happy." Left one, his Bing'er, right one, his fiancée, he can only be happy if he is happy.

Xiahou Huan'er quickly put away her smile, and comforted her: "Okay, don't be angry, I guess he won't dare to say anything more now."

Dongfang Xing raised her chin with his hand, narrowed his eyes, stared at her firmly, and said seriously: "I'm serious, you are in good health, we will get married right away."

Xiahou Huan'er laughed dryly, and said perfunctorily, "Let's talk about it after the poison in my body is cleared."

Dongfang Xing didn't give her a chance to perfunctory, and his tone was majestic, firm and irreversible: "This marriage is settled."

Xiahou Huan'er's face immediately collapsed: "Dongfang Xing, you don't have to be so domineering, I don't want to get married yet."

Master Xing uttered three words forcefully: "I think."

"You want none of my business?" If he wants to get married, does she have to marry him?How can there be such a domineering man?

Staring at her with deep and cold eyes for a while, he said coldly, "It's you who made me want to get married."

"Ah... Then other women make you want to get married, will you marry other women?" What kind of logic is this.

He didn't even think about it, and immediately said with certainty: "No."

"That is to say, it is not a reason for marriage at all."

Dongfang Xing looked at her coldly and said, "I mean, apart from you, there is no other woman who can make me want to get married."

Xiahou Huan'er was confused and wanted to go crazy: "Why do you have to get married?"

His eyes narrowed slightly, and he suddenly said emotionally: "I want you to belong to me completely."

She immediately stared and protested: "Where am I not yours? You have seen and touched every corner of my body. If it's not yours, who else could it be?"

Dongfang Xing was silent. Obviously, their communication is not at the same level at the moment, so it is pointless to talk more.

Xiahou Huan'er reached out and poked his chest, frowning: "Why didn't you talk?"

Master Xing coolly replied: "I don't bother to communicate with a pig."

He actually said she was a pig?

Xiahou Huan'er's face was immediately covered with black lines, and he roared angrily, "You're a fucking pig."

Her voice was loud and full of breath, and it was hard to see that she was a sick patient who was dying of weakness.

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In the middle of the night, the solitary cell in the zombie camp was damp, dark and full of rats and cockroaches.

The Persian cat that had its eyes gouged out and was severely tortured was already desolate and slovenly.

She was curled up in a dark corner, dying, almost in the rhythm of waiting for death. Her bare feet were extremely popular with mice, and she kept biting her toes back and forth, and the pain was already numb.

Suddenly, as a black shadow approached, a sound of light footsteps that were almost inaudible rang in her ears.

The mouse, which was chewing her toes, swished away as soon as it heard someone coming.

She was blind, but her hearing was very good.

There was a faint sneer on his dry lips, as if he had anticipated the intention of the visitor, he just said calmly: "You are here to kill me."