I and My Husband Sleep in a Coffin

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"Impossible... Impossible! Why are you still alive even though half of it was taken away by me? Why did you really wake up—the sleeping lamp—!"

The man shook his head in disbelief. When he roared and called out the name, Wang Xiaobaa looked at him in shock and then heard the news.

"Well, you know me?" Wang Xiaobaa pointed to herself. This person's name is still his last life's name. Could it be that he has something to do with them?

"Feng Jin, do you know him?"

Wen Feng took his eyes away from Wang Xiaobaa, and glanced at him indifferently in the man's eyes that concealed his expectation.

"No." Wen Feng said, "I don't know this person."

The man with a stiff face on the opposite side twitched ferociously when he heard the words, his eyes widened and he looked mad at Wenfeng.

"You don't know me..." He laughed and pointed at Wen Fengjin and said, "You don't know me? You're lying! You must remember me!"

Wang Xiaobaa swallowed her saliva seeing his sinister eyes like a ghost.

"Xiao Wenzi, if you know someone, just admit it, this guy feels like he's going to pounce on us and bite us."

Those crazy eyes seemed to have the hatred of killing their father and seizing their wives with them.

Wen Fengjin still shook his head, not even looking at that person, he walked to the side of the coffin and stretched out his hand to gently caress the side of Xiaobaa's face.

"Senior brother woke up? I have to deal with some noisy mice in a while. Senior brother might as well sleep a little longer. Don't worry, it will be over soon."

... Hey, people are listening.

Wang Xiaobaa quietly glanced at that person—what the hell!Brother, do your eyes hurt so much? !

But Wang Xiaobaa found out, the elder brother looked at him: jealous and resentful!

This big brother has heard all the rumors: love and hate...

The elder brother looked at him again: jealous and resentful!

This big brother sees and hears again: loves and hates...

Oh my dear mother!It's so damn free to switch between two kinds of eyes and facial expressions in all directions without dead ends!

Give Wang Xiaobaa a kind of female protagonist who loves and hates the male protagonist after watching Xiaosan take the position, "You will regret it if you treat me like this~" and to Xiaosan, "You green tea bitch, I will kill you in a while." You are ripped to shreds! '

Wang Xiaobaa: ...that look, there are too many dramas.

Even Sister Lei and Ronaldinho, who were trying to minimize their presence behind him, couldn't help but think: Why do I have the feeling that we are following good sisters to catch rape?

"...You should think about it carefully, I think he really knows us, but how could he know who we are after we have lived for so many years?" Wang Xiaobaa pushed Wen Fengjin's hand away, Frowning and whispering to hear the wind.

The way this man looked at him was so weird that he felt uncomfortable suffocating.

Wen Feng gave a noncommittal "hmm", rubbed his thumb against his cheek for the last time and stood up straight, "Are you the ones who want my heart?"

"No, it's not them, it's just me." The man surnamed Yan had a sharp knife in his eyes, and his tone was sarcasm: "Shouldn't it be you after hearing the wind? To such a degree of heartlessness, back then you saw nothing in your eyes except your trash brother No, after your senior brother died, you still can't tolerate anything but the corpse, hehe, I have done so much for you, but now you can't even recognize him."

Hearing the wind, he paused.

"Why, you finally remembered me?!"

In the look of the man's renewed expectation, he half-closed his eyes, his black hair was like a crow, and the red lines between his brows were as red as blood. He tilted his head and used his slender fingertips to inadvertently sweep the peach blossom petals falling from his shoulders.

That kind of attitude, as if the man's words and the man's existence are just dust on the shoulders that is not worth lingering on.

The index finger and thumb picked up a petal and threw it on the ground, smelling the wind, he curled up his pink and moist lips, and said, "Are you an existence worth remembering by this deity?"

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This is a good pretense~ Sitting inside the coffin, Wang Xiaobaa silently took out a small notebook, learning what she learned.

The man clenched his fists tightly, and clenched his teeth until his cheeks bulged, but soon he relaxed, and even used his ineffective facial nerves to pull a smile again.

"It doesn't matter if you don't remember me, I'll just remember you, Feng Jin." He laughed terribly, and said in an intimate and perverted voice: "You wouldn't get the elixir if you didn't have me back then, and you wouldn't have needed it if you didn't have me." After he woke up, he was still living in the underground palace."

"I guess why you don't go back to the ground? Haha, because he left this acacia tree and couldn't live without your blood! Hahaha."

The man surnamed Yan suddenly turned his head and pointed at Wang Xiaobaa who was watching the fun in the coffin, "Mian Deng, you are just a living corpse now, it is painful to smell the smell of your body every day, heck, Because half of the medicine I made for you back then was taken by me, look, I lived many years before that, do you know what that medicine is made of? It's..."

The wind was violent, Wen Fengji suddenly appeared in front of the man and then grabbed the man's neck, the man's words and his breath were cut off by Wen Fengji!

"So it's you, and you dare to appear in front of me." Wen Fengjin's black pupils that almost occupied the entire eye sockets turned scarlet in an instant, and he exerted force with his hands, making a crisp 'click' sound of bones breaking.

When Wenfeng let go, the man fell softly on the ground, but Wenfeng didn't even look at the corpse on the ground, but turned his head towards the coffin, and said to the stunned Wang Xiaobaa: "Xiaobaa, take my sword Give me."

Wang Xiaobaa looked at the corpse of the man who was taunting wildly on the ground with a dazed expression.

There is even a kind of anticlimactic unreality.

The kind where you obviously feel that the other party is talking rubbish on the surface, but in fact it seems that he is going to make a big move for you in seconds, but when you are trembling, he is suddenly knocked down by a brick...

It's such a hopeless feeling.

I just want to hold the brick cos king sledgehammer in my hand! ! !

Not only Wang Xiaobaa thought so, but Sister Lei and Xiao Luo were also dumbfounded, their jaws almost dropped to the ground.

"...Master, didn't you say that he has something to rely on?" Xiao Luo twitched the corner of his mouth.

"...Maybe his reliance is on trash talking." Unfortunately, when she met an opponent who said 'get out, I won't listen', Sister Lei covered her face.

"No, that's the end of it? And what did he mean? What kind of medicine, what kind of corpse smell? Why don't I know?" Wang Xiaobaa looked at Wen Fengjin suspiciously.

He had a premonition that this man would say something that would subvert his previous cognition, but after hearing the wind, he deliberately prevented the man from saying it.

Just thinking about it, the man on the ground suddenly moved!

"Damn it! It's a fraud!" Xiao Luo shouted out Wang Xiaobaa's heartfelt voice.

He watched in horror as the corpse on the ground twitched, and after a while he stood up shaking like a zombie in a movie.

The man's hands were holding his neck, making a crisp bone sound of 'clicking', as if he was adjusting his position.

Wenfeng tapped Wang Xiaobaa's forehead, "You're back to your senses, Xiaobaa, hand me my Liao Yuejian."

"Ah? Oh oh oh!" Wang Xiaobaa hurriedly fished Liao Yuejian out of the coffin and handed it to Wen Fengjin, cowardly like a fake zongzi, "I'll depend on why this guy got up!"

"He can't be killed with these things alone. If this matter is troublesome, you should hide in the coffin first. This man is a lunatic. He will answer your question after I solve it."

Wen Fengjin's expression was very gentle, he didn't even glance at the revived monster, his pupils reflected Wang Xiaobaa's uneasy face, he gently pulled out Liao Yuejian's blade, with Wang Xiaobaa in his eyes. He was so excited that he couldn't understand, he said softly: "It seems that that Zhenbei is not lying, I will really revive you soon, little baa."

Wang Xiaobaa was stunned: "What do you mean...what is real resurrection?" Didn't I become a zombie now?Am I alive now?

But Wen Fengjin didn't answer him, Wen Fengjin held his sword, and the scabbard fell to the ground, wisps of black long hair fluttered, murderous aura bursting out amidst the crimson color!It was like an invisible fist hammering dully in his chest, unable to breathe, and even his head started buzzing!

Wang Xiaobaa who was standing behind Wen Fengjin felt this way, not to mention the strange man who was facing him, he staggered and almost fell to his knees, while Sister Lei and Xiao Luo behind him grabbed him with pale faces. The clothes on the chest were half kneeling on the ground, and nosebleeds flowed out.

But that man just started to stiffen, and then he became more and more used to it, as if he was invincible, and even exuded the same aura as Wenfeng!

"...Call me a lunatic?" The man's clothes were rattled by the lingering air, he smiled lowly, his face and skin turned blue-gray at a speed visible to the naked eye!The tendons and veins emerged on the skin and were still beating, which was terrifying, and the eyes that were normally normal also turned red like Wen Fengjin.

"After all the rumors, tell me, who is the lunatic, you or me? You won't forget the murders you have done, have you forgotten that you once slaughtered your own teacher?"

"To shut up."

Wen Fengjin held the sword in one hand, the blade was as long as a sword, and he drew an arc like the bright moon and attacked fiercely!

The man who couldn't dodge in time even used both hands to catch it!

"Damn it! 100% empty-handed and empty-handed!?"

"Fuck! Do you think you are Guo Jing?!"

Two exclamations came at the same time, and Wang Xiaobaa and Xiao Luoyao looked at each other.

Duanyou!

Huh?Ronaldinho froze for a moment: Isn't he a thousand-year-old rice dumpling?How did he know this joke?

But before he could figure it out, the fierce fight over there attracted everyone's attention.

After that blow, the man's arm was almost cut off, but the wound on it healed quickly in the next second, and the man also pressed on his belt and pulled out a handful of software.

Wen Fengjin fought with him, the sword light dazzled, and the clear and ringing sound of weapons being handed over was endlessly buzzing. To a mortal like Wang Xiaobaa, it looked like a fight between gods and gods.

All kinds of movements and lights and shadows dazzled him. If he was allowed to come, he probably wouldn't be able to block even one move.

Especially the attacks that were heard, each time with an overwhelming killing intent, and the opponent relied on his strong healing ability, so he blocked what he could block, and directly carried what he couldn't block!

The strange thing is that the wounds Wenfengjin caused to him are big enough every time, but not much blood flowed out, like that... Wang Xiaobaa is holding the position of the divine weapon enlightenment on his chest, which is just like Wenfengjin exactly the same...

The man who was stabbed again disregarded his own wound, desperately trying to get hurt to add a scar to Wen Fengjin's body, it was a way of exchanging his life for his life.

[The author has something to say: Today is the second update, with [-] words as the bottom line.

The second update of catching bugs will be later, the author's eyesight is not good and the computer is not good at catching, so please bear with me. 】