Quick wear: cannon fodder is a bit strong

As he spoke, he touched Nan Wanwan's curly hair with an extremely doting look, and then greedily touched Fu Qingqing's neck again and again.

Nan Xi's eyelids twitched suddenly.

Immediately said angrily:

"You just spoil them all day long. Don't you see what time it is now? The children should be in bed long ago!"

"I don't know how Sasha and Jenny arranged it, but they let the children play so late."

Sasha and Jenny were both puppets left behind by Nan Xi, and no one knows where they are now.

Fu Xuanjiu smiled apologetically:

"I'm sorry, I was negligent. I just sent Sasha and Jenny away. I wanted to play with the two children for a while longer...Okay, I'll put them to sleep."

Nan Xi took a step forward:

"Let me do it. You've been working hard all day. Go take a shower first~"

Fu Xuanjiu seemed to hesitate for a moment after hearing this. Finally, he nodded:

"Okay, thank you for the hard work!"

After saying that, he was reluctant to put the two little balls of milk on the ground, and went upstairs, looking back every few steps. When he got upstairs, he even gave Nan Xi a wink.

Nan Xi: "..."

Breathe a sigh of relief quietly.

She reached out her hands, picked up Nan Wanwan and Fu Qingqing who ran to her side, and coaxed them softly:

"Babies, it's time to go to bed."

"Mom, I miss you so much!" Nan Wanwan became obedient instantly.

"Mom, I miss you so much, so much, too!"

Fu Qingqing was not willing to be outdone. While confessing her feelings, she put her nose close to Nan Xi and sniffed:

"Mom, you smell so good."

"Yeah, unlike dad, he stinks today!"

Nan Wanwan also giggled and complained to her mother.

Nan Xi couldn't help laughing, and gently patted Nan Wanwan's little butt, saying with a smile:

"Dad is working hard, don't make fun of him."

As she spoke, she gently kissed the two children's foreheads and whispered:

"Okay, let's go to bed. More sleep will help you grow taller."

The two babies nodded obediently and snuggled in her arms. Nan Xi felt a warm feeling in her heart and she carried them slowly towards the bedroom.

The night is gentle, and the moonlight shines through the curtains onto the two small beds, reflecting a peaceful and warm atmosphere.

Only after the two children fell soundly asleep did Nan Xi's expression turn cold. She waved her hand and moved them into her own space.

Now is the time for her to settle accounts with Fu Xuanjiu.

When she walked out of the baby room, she found that Fu Xuanjiu seemed to have finished taking a bath and was sitting on the sofa in the living room waiting for her.

The wet hair was still dripping, and the slightly thin chest was exposed, showing a seductive smell.

Nan Xi sneered and sat down opposite him:

"Since the Zombie King has arrived, why not reveal his true identity?"

Fu Xuanjiu was stunned:

"Xiao Xi, who are you calling? Who is the Zombie King?"

"Of course I'm calling you,"

Nan Xi spread her hands: "Is there another person here?"

Fu Xuanjiu was stunned for a moment, then suddenly burst into laughter. Despite Fu Xuanjiu's infuriating face, this smile was as bright and beautiful as a spring flower.

But in an instant, the face changed.

The man who reappeared in front of Nan Xi was a tall man: brown hair, blue eyes, a high nose bridge, and a well-defined outline. He was actually a rare handsome man.

The handsome man shrugged:

"Let me introduce myself again. My name is Richard, and I'm from Country Y." He said:

"As expected of Miss Nan, known as the 'East Asian God of Death,' your eyesight is truly astonishing. However, I believe I haven't revealed any flaws. How did you know I wasn't your husband?"

Nan Xi said coldly:

"Before I answer your question, could you please take my man clothes off?"

She didn't like Fu Xuanjiu's pajamas being worn by other men. She would have a psychological trauma and feel that Fu Xuanjiu as a person would become smelly.

Richard burst into laughter when he heard this:

"Hahahaha, Miss Fu, are you sure you want me to take it off here? I have a very attractive figure."

As he spoke, he gave Nan Xi a wink:

"With pleasure, beautiful lady!"

As he spoke, he pretended to take off his pajamas.

He had thought Nan Xi would be shy, or at least look away. But she was completely unmoved, staring at him without blinking, her eyes full of wariness.

Richard shrugged again:

"Well, Miss Nan is really vigilant."

As he spoke, his clothes changed - not pajamas, but a tightly wrapped white suit.

Nan Xi understood.

Sure enough, even the clothes he was wearing were an illusion.

She was now almost certain that this zombie king possessed at least one incredible ability: absolute disguise. He could instantly assume anyone's appearance, clothing, and even mimic their breath and voice.

To put it bluntly, it's almost the same as copy and paste.

No wonder in the previous life, the apocalypse lasted for more than three hundred years, and no one had ever actually seen what the Zombie King looked like, let alone caught him.

What's more surprising is that from the outside, this zombie king doesn't have any trace of zombie on his body.

Even the color of its pupils is exactly the same as that of an ordinary person. Nan Xi was secretly alert, as this was enough to show that this zombie king had evolved to be extremely powerful.

At this time, Richard's temperament had completely changed.

Although her posture was elegant, she seemed to be shrouded in a layer of depression.

He looked nonchalant and calmly sat down on the sofa, took out a cigar from his pocket and lit it with a retro lighter.

His movements were so graceful and leisurely, as if this was his own home.

Nan Xi's pupils suddenly shrank: This guy also has spatial abilities!

After blowing out a long smoke ring, the Zombie King slowly asked Nan Xi:

"It's the same question again. I'm curious how you realized that I wasn't the ugly guy?"

He actually called Fu Xuanjiu an ugly guy, and there seemed to be a hint of jealousy in his tone.

Nan Xi said coldly:

"First of all, you have no heartbeat."

"Oh, this..." Richard choked. He really overlooked that everyone only looks at appearances, who listens to the heartbeat? He had never failed before.

This woman is also a weirdo.

"Secondly..." Nan Xi's voice was slow:

"You stink!"

"What, you, you actually said I stink?"

Richard, who had not reacted when Nan Xi said he had no heartbeat, suddenly jumped up like a cat whose tail was stepped on.

"You're talking nonsense! Where do I stink? Where do I stink?!"

He sniffed himself hard with his nose, and even raised his arm to smell his armpit. Then he raised his head and said with a distorted expression:

"I, I take a shower at least three times a day, I don't smell at all, you are slandering me!"

Nan Xi: "..."

Somewhat speechless.

He's actually a mysophobic zombie.

"I mean, your soul stinks!" Nan Xi explained kindly, which was rare.