The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

This really can't be blamed on the Mo Burning Beast, whoever is trapped in such a claustrophobic space with a person who has slept with him countless times, regardless of whether the bed is true or false, whether it is out of revenge or out of love. I like it, smelling the familiar scent on the other party, I can't help but feel a little bit of excitement.

What's more, Mo Ran itself is a jerk.

Shi Mei is his white moonlight, he absolutely can't bear to touch it, and he doesn't want to destroy it.

He patronizes to destroy Chu Wanning, only facing Chu Wanning, all his darkness, animal desire, and rage in his bones can be vented unscrupulously.

Crush this person, tear it through under his body, and force him to play all the tricks he would never play on Shi Mei.

In the previous life, every time he saw Chu Wanning raised his neck and rolled his Adam's apple, he felt that he was about to be reduced to a beast that only knew how to drink blood. He wanted to bite this man's throat open, grind his teeth to suck blood, chew Rotten flesh and blood.

He doesn't feel sorry for Chu Wanning, he can destroy others vigorously.

At the end of the destruction, the body has developed a habit. As long as you smell the fragrance of Chu Wanning's body, your stomach will catch fire, your heart will itch, and you want to tie this person to the bed to fuck.

The coffin was quiet for a while, and Mo Ran's slightly restless heartbeat could be heard.

He knows that Chu Wanning's face is very close, and he can feel the breathing of the other party. If he bites at this time, Chu Wanning will definitely not be able to break free, but...

just forget it.

Mo Ran leaned back and distanced himself from Chu Wanning.It was really not easy, because there was really not much room in the coffin.

"I'm sorry, Master." Mo Ran said haha, pretending to be his grandson, "I didn't expect this coffin to shake!"

As soon as the words fell, the coffin tilted again.The ink burned and rolled into Chu Wanning's arms again.

Chu WanNing: "..."

The ink burns and retreats, the coffin shakes again, and this is repeated several times.

"I don't believe in evil anymore." Mo Ran leaned back again.

The golden boy and jade girl were probably walking a slope, and the inside of the coffin wall was slippery. After not holding on for too long, Mo Ran helplessly rolled in front of Chu Wanning.

"Master..." biting his lip, feeling aggrieved.

This guy looks a little cute like a teenager, if he deliberately hides his wolf tail and pretends to be a pup, he actually pretends to be very similar.

Chu Wanning didn't say a word.

Mo Ran really didn't really want to roll around again, so he simply gave up struggling: "I didn't mean it."

Chu Wanning: "..."

Mo Ran whispered: "But the wound on the back hurts so much..."

In the dark, Chu Wanning seemed to sigh softly, the gongs and drums outside were a bit noisy, and Mo Ran was not sure if he really heard it clearly.

But the next moment, Mo Ran smelled a clearer fragrance of crabapple flowers, and Chu Wanning's hand was behind his back, blocking the gap where he might suddenly slam into it.

Although it is not a hug, Chu Wanning's arms are empty, deliberately avoiding contact with Mo Ran's body, only the cloth and Mo Ran touch each other, but this posture is somewhat intimate.

"Be careful, don't bump into it again." The voice was deep, like porcelain soaked in stream water, with a kind of quaint dignity, if you listen to it without hatred, it's actually very good.

"……Um."

Suddenly no one spoke anymore.

At this time, Mo Ran was still a boy who was growing up, not as tall as an adult, so he leaned against Chu Wanning's arms, his forehead just reached Chu Wanning's chin.

This feeling is very familiar and very strange.

What is familiar is the person lying beside him.

What is strange is that it is such a posture.

Once upon a time, in the past, he was lying in the Wushan Temple on the top of death and life, and the emperor who had become a lonely family, in the long and breathless darkness, hugged Chu Wanning in his arms.

At that time, he was already taller than Chu Wanning, and his strength was stronger than that of the master. His arms were like iron tongs like a cage, locking the little remaining warmth in his arms, like holding the last fire in the world.

He lowered his head and kissed Chu Wanning's long black hair, then greedily attached his face, buried it deep in the other's neck, biting and gnawing without pity.

"I hate you, Chu Wanning. I hate you to death."

There is some hoarseness in the voice.

"But, I only have you left."

A violent crash shattered the memory of Mo Ran, the sound of gongs and drums suddenly stopped, and the surrounding fields were dead.

"Master..."

Chu Wanning stretched out his hand, tapped his lips, and said in a deep voice: "Don't talk, we are here."

Sure enough, there was no sound of footsteps outside, and the surrounding fields were completely silent.

Chu Wanning's fingertips ignited a cluster of pale golden flames, and slashed on the coffin wall, making a narrow opening, just enough for two people to see through the opening.

Sure enough, they were carried to the outskirts of Caidie Town. In front of the earthen temple that enshrines the ghost master of ceremonies, densely packed coffins were already parked, and the rich fragrance of lilies in the air became more and more intense, and drifted into the coffin through the pores. .

Mo Ran suddenly felt something was wrong: "Master, do you feel that the fragrance here, and the fragrance in the illusion, seem to be a little different from the smell in Mr. Chen's coffin?"

"……How to say?"

Mo Ran is more sensitive to breath, he said: "Before we were in Beishan, the smell that came out the moment the coffin was split was very good. There is nothing that makes me uncomfortable. It should be Baidie incense powder. Yes. But since I entered the illusion, I always feel that although the taste is similar, there are some subtle differences, but I haven't been able to figure out what the difference is, but now... I think I probably know."

Chu Wanning turned his face to look at him: "You don't like this smell?"

The ink burned against the gap, still staring outside, and then said: "Well. I don't like to smell incense since I was a child. Here, there is also the smell in the illusion. It is not the fragrance of Baidie at all, but the people of Caidie Town. The special high incense that is burned when offering ghost worship to the host of ceremonies. Look there—”

Chu Wanning looked along his line of sight, and in the clay censer in front of the earth temple, there were indeed three arm-thick vertical incense burning, and they were faintly exuding a sweet smell in the wind.

The people of Caidie Town are good at making all kinds of spices with hundreds of flowers, so the incenses used by gods and Buddhas are also made in their own town, and they don't buy them from outside.Since the flowers are all grown in the outskirts of the town, the difference in the smell to the outsider is not that big.

Chu Wanning pondered: "Could it be that the fragrance in Mr. Chen's coffin has nothing to do with the smell in the illusion?"

Before he could sort out this newly discovered detail, the sudden dazzling red light from the earth temple interrupted his train of thought.The two people hiding in the coffin looked together, and saw that the temple was shining brightly, reflecting the surroundings.There is a row of iron shelves beside the temple, on which are placed red lotus lanterns for wishing. Those lotus lanterns were originally extinguished, but at this moment they all lit up one by one.

The boys and girls guarding each joint burial coffin knelt down one after another and chanted: "The master of ceremonies will come down to earth, and guide us, the wild ghosts and lonely souls, to escape our misery forever, so that we can meet our lover, lie in the same coffin, and be our companions in the underworld."

Amidst the sound of chanting, the ghost emcee in the temple exuded a golden fairy light all over her body, then she lowered her eyelids, slowly moved the corners of her mouth, and floated down from the altar.

The movements are quite handsome and the manners are extremely elegant.

It's a pity that the body is made of mud, it's too heavy, and the girl's family, with a bang, smashed a big hole on the ground.

Mo Ran: "Poof."

Chu Wanning: "..."

The ghost emcee also seemed quite dissatisfied with her own feet. She stared at the big hole in the ground for a while, then stepped out of the hole and straightened her clothes.

She looked like a woman with heavy makeup, wearing red and green, quite happy.In the dark night, it turned its neck and came to the burial coffin of hundreds of people. The night wind was filled with the stench of corpses. She seemed to be in a better mood, slowly opened her arms, and smiled "hehehe" twice. Voice.

"If you believe in me and enshrine to me, you will be able to meet a good relationship and complete the unfinished life-long event." The young voice drifted into the night, and the ghosts kowtowed excitedly.

"Mistress of Ceremonies bless—"

"May the Empress of Ceremonies give me a marriage—"

There were such pleadings one after another, and the ghost master of ceremonies seemed to enjoy it very much, slowly shuttling through the rows of joint burial coffins, his long bright red lacquered nails scraped across the coffin boards, making piercing and shrill sounds.

The ink burned curiously: "Master, I remember you said that demons, ghosts, gods and demons belong to the six realms, but this fairy does not live in the nine heavens, so how come he is with the ghosts in the underground?"

"Because it's about dark marriages, and it mainly eats the offerings of ghosts." Chu Wanning said, "Ghosts can greatly increase her skill, otherwise she won't be able to cultivate into a fairy body in just a hundred years. With such benefits, she I am happy to be with my 'friends' from the underworld."

The ghost master of ceremonies walked around the group of coffins, and then returned to the front, and the empty and childish voice sounded again: "Open a coffin, bestow a marriage. Start from the left."

Following its order, the first coffin on the left was slowly opened, and the golden boy and jade girl greeted him, and the two corpses inside crawled out staggeringly. angry.

The ghost married couple slowly came to the ghost master of ceremonies and knelt down.

The ghost emcee put his hand between them and said: "In the name of the emcee, I will marry you after death. From then on, you will be a husband and wife, and a man and a woman will be happy together."

Mo Ran rolled his eyes and muttered: "If you don't know how to write poetry, don't write it. Make a vow of marriage, why does it sound so lascivious."

Chu Wanning said coldly: "Your mind is dirty."

The ink burned and shut up.

But it didn't take long for the ghost emcee to prove that it was not Mo Ran who was dirty, but the god in charge of dark marriages who was really dirty.

I saw that pair of married corpses seemed to have swallowed aphrodisiacs. They were clearly two dead ghosts, but they suddenly began to tear each other's clothes and passionately kissed each other. How could they be so shameless in public? entangled.

Chu WanNing: "......"

Ink burning: "..."

"In the name of master of ceremonies, I bestow upon you heavenly happiness. Yin and Yang can meet and unite, so life and death don't matter!"

The voice of the ghost master of ceremonies became more and more sharp and high-pitched.

The movements of the two corpses became more and more exaggerated. After the male corpse took off his clothes, he was furious and full of energy, no different from a living person.

Mo Ran was stunned: "...this...fucking...is it okay???"

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