Fast time travel: The delicate beauty becomes the prisoner of the villain

Li Dazhuang was puzzled, and muttered: "Why haven't I woke up for so long..."

The male corpse on the wooden board was breathing a faint cold air, Li Dazhuang was trembling in his heart, and only wanted to take him out quickly so that he could leave the room.

Wang Ergou also came in after him, "Li, Brother Li, she, why hasn't she woke up yet?"

Li Dazhuang annoyed him stuttering, and lost his patience, "It's a good thing people haven't woken up, when the time comes to make a fuss, why don't you come and coax him?"

Wang Ergou scratched his short hair shyly, "Yes, it's not impossible..."

Li Dazhuang kicked him hard, "What are you thinking?! This is a sacrifice to the evil god, you can touch it?"

Wang Ergou felt aggrieved and touched his sore leg, "I, I know, didn't you ask me if I would like to coax..."

Li Dazhuang: "Don't fucking talk nonsense, hurry up and move people out with me, while it's still early, don't let other foreigners see it."

Wang Ergou let out an 'oh', and picked him up from the wooden board. The body in his arms was soft and had a faint fragrance, which was even better than he imagined.

The rough man in the country has never seen this type of person, the tip of the ear is red and bleeding, and the breathing is involuntarily heavy, and he feels even more sorry for her.

"If my future wife looks like this..."

He was about to walk out of the house with someone in his arms, when the hem of his coarse clothes seemed to be hooked by something, Wang Ergou lowered his head and took a closer look.

The hand of the male corpse fell below the wooden board at some point, the sharp nails caught his unthreaded clothes, and the back of the blue-white hand was slightly bruised.

Wang Ergou was startled and broke out in cold sweat.

Didn't he fold his hands on his lower abdomen just now?

"Li, Brother Li..."

Li Dazhuang looked left and right by the door, turned his head impatiently and scolded, "Stop dawdling, bring him out quickly!"

Wang Ergou swallowed his saliva, and slapped the male corpse's hand away, the cold temperature was transmitted to the palm, and the hairy feeling in his heart still did not fade away.

"Come, come!"

The two carefully sent Jiang Zijin back to the hotel where foreigners lived.

There are also old men and women who got up early in the village. They glanced at the people they were holding, but they didn't pay much attention, obviously they were used to it.

The ghost marriage that has lasted for hundreds of years in the village has become an ancestral precept.

In their view, abducting a foreigner to be a bride is as common as eating and drinking.As long as they don't harm their own interests, they usually turn a blind eye.

.......

Bo Jingchen's sleep is very shallow, and the long-term intensive training has made him wake up immediately because of a little unusual noise even if he is in a deep sleep state.

Especially in this five-s level spiritual world.

"Keep your voice down, don't disturb others."

Wang Ergou hugged the person and squeezed in from the door. The body in his arms was light and weightless.

"It's only four or five o'clock now, no, no one will be there."

The sound of the door lock was very subtle, and Bao Jingchen suddenly opened his eyes.

His eyes are blue, his eyebrows are handsome, his facial features are deep, and he looks more like a Westerner.

Li Dazhuang deliberately lowered his voice through the door.

"What was the number of her previous room?"

Wang Ergou said: "I, I don't know too well..."

Li Dazhuang was furious: "Damn it, it's useless to ask you!"

Bo Jingchen picked up the long sword on the bedside, his long eyelashes were slightly drawn, his cold fingers wrapped around the tassel of the sword, and he listened to what they said one after another.

Wang Ergou's anxious footsteps were fast and slow, "I, I remembered!"

"She lives across from another stranger."

Li Dazhuang asked: "Which foreigner?"

Wang Ergou said, "The one with the sword in his hand."

As soon as the sword was mentioned, Li Dazhuang immediately thought of it.

That person has a strong sense of presence, not only because of his appearance, but also because of the long sword he carries with him. The hilt is engraved with ancient and gorgeous engravings. The sword has never been sheathed, but it makes people feel inexplicably dangerous.

Ordinary people who still carry a sword with them at all times?

Li Dazhuang: "Okay, I know where it is, send him back quickly."

After they opened the door, closed it again and left, Bo Jingchen came out of the room.

He wore a bright silver carved wristband on his wrist, and silver ornaments on his ears. His neck was white, and his lines were full of the sexiness of a mature man, with an indifferent expression.

Cold white palms pressed against the door, and after a while, the lock fell off naturally.

Just as Bao Jingchen was about to go in, there was a small and sharp cry from his own room, which was sad and cold.

A half-human-tall paper doll crawled out of the room, with blood and tears dripping from its face, and paper hands grabbed the man's trousers.

"bride......"

The man frowned imperceptibly, and kicked the paper figurine away from his trousers.

The paper figurine boy did not have cinnabar eyes, and the facial features on the face were only a nose and red lips. It opened its mouth, revealing two rows of thin and terrifying fangs in its mouth, and its voice was shrill.

"bride--"

Bo Jingchen inserted the sword in his hand into its head and turned it vigorously.

'pooh'

The paper twitched slightly as if it had life, dark brown blood flowed from the pierced forehead, the red lips parted slightly, and the voice hummed.

"bride......"

"......"

Jiang Zijin had another dream.

Dressed in the hazy moonlight, she was standing by a gurgling stream. A man in a red wedding dress was facing her with his back, holding a red engagement letter in his hand.

Rows of paper figurines look like well-trained soldiers, standing on the other side of the creek, with exaggerated oil paint, bright red jackets, and matching cinnabar eyes and red lips, it looks weird no matter how you look at it.

The man slowly walked into the stream, and the stream swallowed most of his chest.

【Bride～Red Wedding Dress～Congratulations and Funerals～Congratulations on being married forever～】

The paper figurine smiled and sang happily, sincerely happy for this beautiful marriage, its red lips parted, revealing two rows of sharp fangs like wild animals, braving a cold light.

The ghost bridegroom turned his face away. Under the moonlight, the man's face was blue and white, and the sparkling lake water set off his handsome and charming face. He didn't look like a human, but a ghost, and his slightly raised eyelashes were captivating.

"Girl."

His eyes were bent into the shape of crescent moons, and the dark pupils could not see a gleam of light.

"Marry with me and go to the underworld together."

The man stretched out his hand towards her. On the back of the blue and white thin hand, the veins of the blood vessels were almost clearly visible, almost bloodless and sickly pale.

The thin, cold and beautiful lips parted and closed slightly, and the voice was deep and charming, with a hint of bewitching.

"Marriage between two surnames, signing a contract together, a good relationship will last forever, and a life and death contract will be wide."