Wang Xiaoming of Lucifer

"Baiji, are you pregnant?" Bai Qing, who happened to be tidying up the yard next door, saw this scene, raised her voice, and asked with a smile.

Wang Xiaoming was stunned when he heard this sentence.

"I don't know, I haven't gone to the witch doctor yet." Afraid that Wang Xiaoming would reveal his secrets, Lucifer hurriedly answered Bai Qing's words for him.

"You've been together for almost a month, maybe you really have one." Bai Qing said with a smile, then turned around and continued to tidy up, but Wang Xiaoming was still standing there motionless.

"Don't you want to think about life?" Lucifer helplessly touched Wang Xiaoming's calf with his elbow, bringing him back to his senses, "Do you still want Coke?"

"Oh oh oh, let's go." Wang Xiaoming finally regained consciousness from the small theater in his mind, and hurriedly slipped back to the tent.

Not long after Wang Xiaoming returned to the tent, he saw Lucifer coming in with two big bowls of meat.

"I just received a new plot." After Lucifer handed one of the bowls to Wang Xiaoming, he took out the Coke from the space.

"Huh? New plot?" Wang Xiaoming took the Coke and said while eating, "What did you talk about?"

"Lie back." The plot that the system came over this time was a bit long, and Lucifer himself hadn't read it yet, so he just thought about passing it to Wang Xiaoming directly.

"Oh." Wang Xiaoming obediently put down the things in his hands and lay down on the stone bed.

"Close your eyes."

"Wait!" Wang Xiaoming suddenly remembered what happened the last time he passed on the memory, "You let me make a mental preparation."

"It's useless." Lucifer put both hands on Wang Xiaoming's shoulders, and looked down at her, "You will still hurt if it hurts, close your eyes."

"What will happen if I keep my eyes open?" Although he knew the truth, Wang Xiaoming still wanted to struggle.

Lucifer did not answer Wang Xiaoming's question, but continued to lean over.

And Wang Xiaoming looked at Lucifer who was getting closer and closer, his thoughts were twisted, he closed his eyes in a hurry, and his ears turned red.

Lucifer looked at him like that, and after pressing his forehead against Wang Xiaoming's, he laughed softly.

The deep laughter that surrounded his ears made Wang Xiaoming even blush—this time he was angry: "What's so funny! This is the instinctive reaction of human beings."

"Well, I know, it's my instinct to laugh." Lucifer imitated Wang Xiaoming's words and turned back.

"You..." Wang Xiaoming still wanted to refute, but Lucifer passed the memory directly, and Wang Xiaoming shut his mouth immediately in pain.

Probably because he had suffered pain once before, this time Wang Xiaoming's reaction was better than last time, before he groaned, he subconsciously bit his lips, swallowed most of the sound, and turned it into a muffled groan .

"Don't bite, be good." Lucifer felt a little distressed, and touched Wang Xiaoming's lips with one hand, trying to make him relax.

In the end, who knows, Wang Xiaoming was startled by his action and bit even tighter.

Lucifer sighed slightly, and simply pinched Wang Xiaoming's jaw, forcing him to open his mouth, but Wang Xiaoming choked on his own saliva.

"Ahem, murder!" After the teleportation ended, Wang Xiaoming still felt a little uncomfortable in his throat, "Male god, can we change to a gentler way next time!"

"For example?" Lucifer handed the coke on the ground to Wang Xiaoming.

"For example, you gave me a towel or something?" Although he knew that Lucifer had good intentions, Wang Xiaoming felt that the process...

"Row."

"Speaking of which, I just thought of one more thing." Wang Xiaoming said while eating the slightly cold barbecue, "That's...that...well..." Although it was a business matter, Wang Xiaoming was still a little embarrassed to speak.

"kindness?"

"...they won't..."

"Could it be anything?"

"The two of us have lived together for so long, wouldn't it be nice not to make some noise at night?! Will someone think you can't do it?!" Wang Xiaoming closed his eyes and said all he wanted to say.

"Pfft..." Lucifer couldn't help laughing out loud.

"What are you laughing at? I'm thinking about it for you!" Wang Xiaoming said righteously, "I don't know good people."

"You don't even think about it. If this is the case, how could Bai Qing say that just now?" Lucifer rubbed Wang Xiaoming's head to remind him, "Or to put it another way, you can really tell who the voice is every night. Did it come out?"

"En..." Wang Xiaoming thought about it carefully, "It makes sense!" The village is so big, and everyone lives so close together, who can tell which room those voices are coming from!And who is busy with such things, still have time to care about what's going on next door!

Having figured this out, Wang Xiaoming ate his own barbecue with peace of mind.

"No, there is one more thing." While eating, Wang Xiaoming thought of another thing.

"En?" Lucifer answered casually.

"When passing on memories and plots, do you have to be so close to me?"

"It's so far away that you don't necessarily get all the content."

"Wait," hearing such an answer, Wang Xiaoming couldn't help but start to think again, "So we are actually doing point-to-point brain wave transmission?"

"No, use the power of my soul as a carrier to put those memories and plots into your body."

"This sentence sounds a bit bad." Isn't it a common description of Xiao Huangwen to put it into the other person's body?

"What's wrong?" Lucifer asked meaningfully.

"It's nothing." Wang Xiaoming shook his head quickly, and by the way wanted to throw out the small theater that had begun to unfold in his mind.

Seeing Wang Xiaoming's expression and tone, Lucifer slightly raised his eyebrows, showing an evil smile in his heart.

That night, Wang Xiaoming had two dreams, one was too obscene and he didn't want to mention it, and the other was the new plot he had just received.

The plot is from Baimian's point of view, describing in detail the changes in his heart since he came to this world and when Wang Xiaoming received the plot.

When Bai Mian first came to this world, he didn't have any memory about this body.And because the environment of the animal skin tent was really not good, he thought that he had been captured by the rebels when he originally stretched out to the front line of the war.

Although he didn't have any wounds on his body at the time, nor was he chained by chains, being naked was the biggest shackle for a person like him.Coupled with the fact that no one came to bring him food throughout the day, Bai Mian was even more convinced that what he was suffering now was an insult to him by the rebels—of course, so were the voices that sounded at night.

So Bai Mian locked himself in the tent for three days.