"The person you want to protect—can't be her, right?" Yiqing asked coldly: "I have said that a king must be ruthless and ruthless, and there must be no love in his heart. Because love is his weakness."

Mo Zifei picked up the pamphlet in his hand and took a look at it: "If what this pamphlet says is true, then our corpse clan will be immortal and immortal. By then, even if I have feelings, she will have already been reincarnated.

She is a human being and can only live for a few decades, right?"

"If it weren't for this, I would kill her right away to avoid future troubles!" Yi Qing showed no mercy to Mo Zifei.

"As long as you dare." Mo Zifei also raised his cold eyes and stared at Yi Qing: "At least until I get tired of it, you are not allowed to touch a hair of hers."

Looking at each other for a few seconds, Yiqing suddenly knelt down: "Fei Shao, I..."

"I know. You are thinking about the overall situation." Mo Zifei raised his sleeves and the pamphlet shattered into powder and dispersed in the wind: "Let's go, we are still waiting."

…

In Xiao Lige's private room, she tightly grabbed the emerald green hosta in her hand, her eyes filled with anger.

Your good sister, how dare I hate her?

Her eyes kept changing, and finally, she raised her hand, and the emerald green hosta in her hand was slammed to the ground. It was ridiculous, she actually thought for a few seconds that Mo Zifei might like her.

This man is so naive that he always thinks that he will belong to someone else. Little does he know that his world is only for himself.

"Ah, why is it broken?" Yingluo, who came in with several plates of snacks, saw the emerald-green hosta falling off Xiao Lige's footsteps as soon as she entered the door. The hosta was originally fragile and had been broken into lengths.

A few different pieces.

Xiao Lige came back to her senses and glanced at Duan Yu: "Then go and throw it away. It's something that should be thrown away in the first place."

"This..." Yingluo was about to say something when she saw Xiao Lige's face seemed unhappy, so she stopped talking, put the plates of snacks on the table and said, "You haven't even had lunch yet.

As for dinner, I see you don’t have much appetite, so why not just eat some pastries.”

"Leave it here, go out and let me be alone for a while." She sat down at the table, poured herself a cup of tea and drank it.

"Okay..." Yingluo was about to turn around, but suddenly remembered something and said softly: "Fei Shao said that he won't be able to come tonight. There is something urgent that needs to be handled out of the villa."

"I understand." She responded calmly, as if she didn't care at all: "By the way, leave the door to the courtyard open for me at night, there are distinguished guests coming."

"Dear guest?" Yingluo nodded: "Okay, I'm going out. If you need anything, please call me."

Xiao Lige didn't even nod her head, she just turned the innocent tea cup around.

Wouldn't it be nice if she didn't come at night? Just now she was worried about what she would do if Mo Zifei came over at night! It would be best not to come at all!

wrong!

She stood up suddenly, what was her reaction? She really seemed to be jealous.

No! This is not possible! If she really fell in love with a zombie, how could she have the face to meet her compatriots?!

I took a piece of mung bean cake from the pastry plate and took a big bite, thinking that I must keep a distance from Mo Zifei in the future.

Mo Zifei is so handsome, but if he can't resist the temptation, then it's over!

The dark night in the world of light always comes so quickly.

Dark night is the time when zombies should be partying...
Chapter completed!