She kicked open the door and rushed in.

I saw a zombie who didn't know how many days he had been locked up in the room, grabbed Xu Han's collar, and roared at him with a bloody mouth.

The glasses in the pocket of Xu Hanbai's coat fell to the ground and were crushed by him.

His back was pressed against the snow-white wall, his slender hands struggled to push away the zombie's head and face, his collar was messy, his peach blossom eyes were red, and he was covered with mist, and he inexplicably felt like he was being ruined.

The fairy pretended to be stunned and admired the picture of the beauty and the beast for a few seconds.

Until Xu Han's brows furrowed.

She came back to her senses and slashed at it.

The fierce sword wind and the roar of the zombies approached at the same time, and death was so close to him at that moment that he unconsciously closed his eyes.

The next moment, I only felt something splash in my face.

The sticky touch and smell ......

Xu Han: "......"

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！！

Vomit!!!

He shoved away the dead zombies, holding on to the wall and almost spitting out his lungs.

After a while, Xu Han raised his head angrily with red eyes, wanting to blame Xianxian for why she came so late just now, and even suspiciously felt that she might have bad intentions.

But at this moment, the girl approached, and the mysterious cold incense surrounded the world, making people have nowhere to escape.

She didn't know where to take out a wet wipe, gently wiped the corners of his rosy lips, and sighed faintly: "Mr. is so weak." ”

Xu Han: "......"

"But in this case, my husband will not be able to leave me for the rest of his life, right?"

When the words fell, she didn't seem to understand what she said, and her face was still so cold and calm.

But he understood.

The pitch-black pupils shrank, Xu Han snatched the wet wipes in her hand, opened the distance that was too close, and blurted out a sentence from the still trembling lips.

"Shiro, pay attention to your identity."

The tone is arrogant and ruthless.

The girl had already turned around and walked to the ledge beside her.

It was as if something had caught her attention.

Xu Han carefully wiped his face with wet wipes, but the disgusting feeling still lingered, and his emotions became extremely impetuous, and he decided to go back to the base to talk to the water powerhouse.

At this time, out of the corner of his eye, he saw Xianxian walking aside, and his eyes couldn't help but follow the past, and he was suddenly stunned.

Perhaps the former owner of this house was a flower lover.

There is a small brown flower pot on the windowsill.

Camellias bloom and grow in pots, with long stems, green leaves, and soft and pure snow-white petals, which are the last pure color in the last days.

So much so that the next scene was engraved in Xu Han's memory and has since become an indelible memory.

The indifferent girl picked up the pot of flowers, and her face softened rarely.

She came over again and handed him the pot, her eyes serious and without saying a word.

Silence is better than sound here.

Xu Han took the flower pot.

Raise her eyes and look at the girl calmly.

This pot of camellias, just like her, is clean and pure white.

Then she knows.

The flower language of white camellia is-

Pure love.

The immortal raised his ice eyes and met Xu Han's extremely complicated gaze, and the fine porcelain-like skin seemed to be slightly red. She smiled slightly in her heart, hiding her merit and fame.

Sir, you are wrong again.

Camellia is also known as mandala.

Represents unpredictable death and revenge.

If you say it, this is a psychological war against the opponent.

Well, you're the prey you're about to fall into a trap.

Next, are you ready?

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