Forcibly Marrying the Town Demon's Wife [End Times]

When Henglei was not at home, Jianfei could only huddle in the room alone to study those antiques that he was interested in because he couldn't bear to please the rest of the Heng family.

The ridiculously heavy black coffin had to be lifted up without tears, but the coffin lid on it could not be moved at all.

So Jianfei used all his strength to open the black jade coffin of the so-called living corpse, and saw the desk that had been covered by Henglei's black leather.

All kinds of boxes, large and small, are piled up around the one-character table. There are exquisitely carved treasures, and there are also simple and low-key finished products.

Although she is really resistant to her inexplicable identity as the town's wife.

But there is an old saying that situations are stronger than people.

No matter how much I don't like being called sister-in-law and Zhenmo's wife by a bunch of people I don't know.

But think back to my reaction when I smelled Henglei's blood.

That was the reaction that even Jianfei himself was terrified afterwards, if it wasn't for his uncontrollable behavior, Jianfei would feel vaguely panicked and afraid.

Or maybe, Jian Fei didn't want to be bound and restrained by the Heng family all the time.

In addition, Henglei is not that annoying, and it is rare for him to feel at ease.

So in the initial surprise and disapproval of this world, I gradually began to understand because of Henglei's efforts to get closer.

Jian Fei gradually wanted to try to understand his own life experience and strength.

Therefore, the leather covering the desk was uncovered, and on the white desk were thin and dense black characters.

The above paragraphs of introductions and explanations are all about the origin and purpose of all the funerary objects in this black jade coffin.

What are the Pure Heart Jade, Bright Soul Pearl, Dingxie Ruyi, Zhengshen Xuanjing...

Although all the things in this coffin are different from each other, their shapes and materials are also very different.

But the function is the same as what Henglei told him before.

These things are magic weapons, and they are all magic weapons used to suppress the devil's energy.

Jian Fei lived in an era that paid attention to material reality and respected science more.

All cultivating immortals and fantasies are nothing more than stories in ghost novels.

And the so-called magic weapons and demon seeds are things that Jian Fei has never seen, let alone understood.

Suddenly one day, a person who has lived in that prosperous and peaceful society for more than [-] years, but it is difficult for a grassroots like him to stand up, is suddenly put on the shelf as the treasure that suppresses demons that everyone in the world flocks to...

Not to mention that Jianfei has never felt the joy of stepping into success step by step, even this outrageous identity is unacceptable to Jianfei, who has been working for more than ten years with An Xin.

Especially in the vortex of the Heng family and the masters of the major bases, Jian Fei didn't feel the preferential treatment and superiority belonging to the world's most precious treasure at all, and then he was so scared that he almost collapsed due to the bloody and cruel side of the last days...

Real life is not a fiction after all.

Although Jian Fei was young, he often read stories about life and death in other worlds, and stories about cultivating immortals and attaining the Tao.

But the scenes in the novel where thousands of people die every so often, after all, it is never possible to have a relationship with the people who read the book.

So looking at the descriptions of the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood, and the forest of bones and flesh, I just feel that the protagonist who can stand on top of thousands of bones is so cool and enviable...

But how could Jian Fei expect it?

The memory is still stuck on his way to his cousin's house to settle the debt, when he suddenly opened his eyes in a trance...

Standing on top of the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood, fragmented corpses are everywhere.

Especially from Jianfei's angle of view, one can clearly see all kinds of terrifying facial features of all the people who are dying.

There is no doubt that it is a terrifying expression left by the extreme pain before death.

At that moment, Jian Fei stood in the same place, and finally felt what is called the top of a mountain, the biting cold...

That was more than a bone-piercing cold, it was a chill that could make even a strong man of eight feet shudder.

All the people who can joke about hell with a smile are definitely those who have never seen hell; all the people who can joke about death at will must be because they have never personally experienced what death is.

As long as Jian Fei thinks back to the day when he saw Heng Lei for the first time, he still has lingering fear in his heart.

But sometimes, some things are afraid and still have to face them.

Until Jianfei saw the last summary on the white desk.

"...The world can suppress demon seeds. It's among them... No sleep, no dreams, no desire, no food. It's a demon. The body of the devil's wife... The blood of the devil's wife is used to suppress the devil. Emotional nourishment Demon seed, reborn as a human."

Involuntarily reading this passage, Jian Fei sat on a chair beside him and was stunned...

"So I... am I really dead?"

Jian Fei sighed a little sadly, feeling powerless all the time.

Although from Heng Lei's reaction, they can also see the fact that they are actually dead.

But no matter what, Jianfei still didn't want to believe that he was dead from the bottom of his heart.

He can eat, sleep, talk and do things...

Why did he die?

How did he die? …

Was it made into a corpse demon by someone after death? …

Jian Fei clutched his head desperately trying to recall his last memory.

But nothing... He can't remember anything, he can't remember how he died?I can't remember how I was put on a wedding dress, and finally became the wife of Zhenmo.

"what…"

In this infinitely tangled memory, Jian Fei fell to the ground in pain, his head suddenly seemed to be out of control.

A strange sense of nausea keeps rushing from the brain to all the nerves in the body...

"Jianfei?! What's wrong with you?!"

Originally, he still had all kinds of doubts and surprises about Jianfei in his heart.

Along the way, he supported the arm that was connected by Master Lu and thought about how to ask about his shoulder pads.

In the end, with a disturbed mood, Henglei returned to his and Jian Fei's bedroom, only to see Jian Fei lying on the ground moaning in pain for some reason.

"Jianfei! What's wrong with you?! Be sober!"

Jian Fei, who suddenly became very strong, couldn't even pull Heng Lei away from his hand holding his head.

Seeing that the whites of Jian Fei's eyes had a tendency to turn black, Heng Lei was even more panicked...

"Jian Fei!"

Heng Lei grabbed Jian Fei's two wrists, and pulled Jian Fei's hand holding his head away with such strength that it almost broke Jian Fei's bones.

With Henglei kneeling on the ground, Jian hugged Henglei's back unnaturally.

"what--!"

The unexpected bite bit Henglei's neck.

It was as if he wanted to tear Henglei's flesh apart.

Originally, Henglei had an injured shoulder, and all the pain he endured today was finally aroused by Jian Fei's unexpected attack.

"Jian Fei..."

In the end, Henglei was pushed to the floor by Jianfei, the wound torn apart by the strength of the two, plus the wound on Henglei's neck...

A fresh and sweet smell penetrated into Jianfei's brain like drugs.

Henglei fell there, and Jian Fei tore the clothes of the person beneath him as if he lost control...

Jian Fei was desperately licking Henglei's wound, sucking every drop of blood oozing from Henglei's wound.

And Henglei, who was already injured, could only let Jianfei suppress him, and his chest heaved rapidly.

Slowly, Jian Fei began to calm down from his mania...

Constantly licking|biting the lips and tongue of Henglei's wound also gradually stopped...

Jian Fei's eyes returned to normal, looking down at Heng Lei whose clothes were broken under his body.

He looked at Heng Lei with firm eyes in embarrassment, but there was the smell of Heng Lei's blood between his lips and teeth.

"……I…"

Jianfei didn't know what expression and tone to use to speak to the victim Henglei.

As for Heng Lei, who was suddenly thrown down by him, apart from his ugly face, he was obviously much calmer than Jian Fei.

"Are you full?... If you are full... get up first."

Henglei adjusted his breathing, and spoke slowly with an ugly expression.

Hearing this, Jian Fei with an embarrassed face gently let go of the hands holding Henglei's shoulders, and stood up cautiously.

But Henglei, who was lying there, gritted his teeth and sat up slowly with his right hand supporting his left hand.

"Where are you going?"

Jian Fei, guilty and terrified in his heart, looked at Heng Lei's back as he turned to leave, and asked without hesitation.

And Henglei's answer was also very calm.

"Go to Lord Lu and reattach my arm... It's getting late and go to bed early."

Henglei, who had stayed in the room for less than 10 minutes, left the room again.

Only Jian Fei who was standing there stupidly hated himself in his heart.

This time is obviously different from the previous time when Henglei took the initiative to bleed.

This time, although Jian Fei was out of control because of recalling the things before his death, Jian Fei had a clear consciousness of everything he did to Heng Lei just now.

That feeling was that there was an impulse in an instant, a force hijacked his body and attacked Heng Lei.

But in such a fierce and short-term loss of control, Jianfei can clearly know what he is doing?

When he almost bit off Henglei's neck just now, he tried hard to control himself not to bite Henglei's artery.

Although it was only a tiny bit of power, it was just that short moment...

Jian Fei did not let Heng Lei, who was already injured, fall into life crisis...

It was such a strange feeling, as if the person who attacked Heng Lei was himself but not himself...

Frowning, Jian Fei felt guilty.

But this guilt can't change the reality that he needs to drink Henglei's blood to calm down...

Master Lu, who was doing the final inspection for the day in front of the sword casting furnace, turned his face to see Heng Lei, who was pale, and his face turned dark instantly.

"What's going on with you?"

"Arm dislocated again..."

Henglei didn't even bother to explain, anyway, no matter what he said, he would be scolded by Lord Lu.

Fortunately, there are only Master Lu and Aunt Yunxia here, otherwise they would have to lose face in front of a bunch of people.

Seeing Henglei's appearance, Master Lu was so angry that he almost blew his beard and stared.

"What are you looking at? Bring the medicine box here! You nephew is disobedient, and you elders don't care!"

"Master Lu, it doesn't matter what you say, what kind of elder am I?"

Aunt Yunxia is a sister who is far away from Heng Luohenglei's father's family relationship.

Although the children of the Heng family were never called Aunt Yunxia in the past, but when it comes to this woman who assists Heng Luo in managing the internal affairs of the Heng family, she is indeed an elder of Heng Lei.It's just that in front of people like Heng Lei who are used to doing things their own way, the general elders' words don't work.

"I really don't know what to say about you? Although it's not a big deal to dislocate, but you're such a god that you keep repeating so many times."

As Master Lu was talking, he wanted to take off Heng Lei's overcoat to check his injuries.

"Let's do it like this, just dislocate the arm again."

"I'm getting old. Could it be that you're still shy in front of me? Check what you're saying?"

As Master Lu said, he forcefully tore off Henglei's coat, revealing the gnawed messy shoulder...