Rebirth Of The Apocalypse Queen: On Your Knees, Young Emperor! Chapter 809 - War Of The Century (7)

Chapter 809 - War Of The Century (7)

Fortunately, a certain sharp-tongued little guy was in seclusion. Otherwise, she wouldn't know how to deal with these two chaps.

Xiao Lan finished gnawing a chicken leg contentedly, then his phoenix eyes casually turned to the side.

"By the way, how long is that thing going to stay in the Origin s.p.a.ce?"

Qin Yi paused, then walked over and poured a bucket of ice water.

"Hey, hurry and get up if you're not dead. How long are you going to pretend?"

The man lying on the ground- Wait, no. The zombie sat up instantly and held his chest, "Where is this place?"

There was the scent of gra.s.s and lush vegetation not far away; he even saw a variety of fruit trees.

Qin Yi pulled a chair out of nowhere and sat down gracefully, the corners of her mouth lifting up. "This is my Origin s.p.a.ce."

Ling Kong's eyes widened. He knew about s.p.a.ce ability users but had never seen one like Qin Yi. She could actually grow plants in her Origin s.p.a.ce.

Ling Kong was silent for a long time before he finally asked, "Why didn't you kill me?" He looked like a refined young man, and it was hard to tell that he was actually a crazy and cruel zombie king.

Qin Yi blinked, "Guess."

Ling Kong was speechless.

Living people were unable to enter Qin Yi's Origin s.p.a.ce, but zombies were considered dead in some sense, so Ling Kong could enter.

"You stay here, don't try to escape. This is my Origin s.p.a.ce, and I'm in charge. Xiao Lan, watch him closely. If he's disobedient, do what you need!"

Qin Yi stood up and tossed a small whip to Xiao Lan. She stretched, not caring what expression Ling Kong made behind her as she left the Origin s.p.a.ce in a flash.

Xiao Lan looked strangely at Ling Kong, the little whip in his hand. The delicate and cute little doll smiled, but it sent a chill down Ling Kong's spine.

Qin Yi did not know that her casual decision had ignited a certain skill in Xiao Lan.

The moment Qin Yi left the Origin s.p.a.ce, Yun Huan caught her in his arms.

The pleasant scent of mint overwhelmed her and Yun Huan's gentle voice asked, "Is your injury better?"

Not seeing Yun Huan's cold face, Qin Yi was a little uneasy.

'What is this man up to?'

But Qin Yi answered honestly, "It's much better."

Wu Tong, who was driving in front, only looked straight ahead and heaved a sigh of relief in her heart.

'Thank G.o.d, thank G.o.d! The captain is finally back! If the captain didn't come back any sooner, I would be frozen to death by Yun Huan.'

Yun Huan glanced coldly at Wu Tong and pulled down the part.i.tion between them. Wu Tong was very conscious and immediately used earplugs to block her ears.

En, she didn't hear anything at all.

In the back seat, Yun Huan held Qin Yi in his arms, his slender fingers moving across the corners of her mouth. He remembered that he found the bright red color here piercing his eyes that day.

"You're still soft-hearted!"

Yun Huan rubbed against Qin Yi's head affectionately, her fragrance faintly discernible.

Qin Yi lowered her gaze, her thick and long lashes like b.u.t.terflies dancing. "He's still useful."

Yun Huan did not expose what Qin Yi was thinking. He kissed Qin Yi's lip, then hugged her to sleep.

Qin Yi had stayed in the Origin s.p.a.ce for a long time and he couldn't sleep without her around. He hadn't really slept for these past two days, and now that Qin Yi was safe, he could be at ease.

The storm that Qin Yi had antic.i.p.ated did not happen, and she went blank for a long time. But when she saw the faint green color under Yun Huan's eyes, her heart ached badly.

If she had to do it again, she would do the same—quickly and decisively, so that they could retreat safely.

Next time, however, she'd better tell this man first.