I and My Husband Sleep in a Coffin

After the kick, Mr. Wen patted Wang Xiaobaa on the head and said softly.

"See, that's fine."

"..."

Wang Xiaobaa silently stared at the man struggling desperately with only two feet sticking out of the trash can.

The funniest thing is the words 'not recyclable' written on the outside of the green trash can.

I thought it was a king, but it turned out to be bronze.

Fortunately, I was still trembling all day, Wang Xiaobaa covered her face vicissitudes of life, "What should we do with him, he has discovered our identities."

"It doesn't matter, he's just an ordinary person and doesn't know what we really are, and the things he brought out are just half-baked gadgets." Called a struggling man.

"This half-baked person dares to come out and block the way. It seems that it is indeed much more peaceful now."

"Then leave him like this?" Wang Xiaobaa looked at those two kicking legs without a word.

"Ah."

"Let's go." With a big hand gently placed on the back of Xiaobaa's head, Wenfeng led Wang Xiaobaa past the man and left the alley. When they passed, the man heard their footsteps and his legs were still stiff After a while, I stopped pedaling.

It hung down like a sigh of relief after they left, not to mention, it was quite vivid.

After the two returned home and finished washing, Wang Xiaobaa put a thick mattress and pillows in the coffin, patted her belly and lay there lazily and shouted in a drawn-out tone: "It's nice~~~"

A muffled low laugh came from the top of his head, Wen Fengjin was leaning over the edge of the coffin above Wang Xiaobaa's head with a book in his hands to look at him, his long silver hair drooping in an arc.

Wang Xiaobaa reached out and grabbed it from its owner's shoulder, squinted her eyes like a hooligan, and sniffed it on the tip of her nose.

"Hey, the girl is really pretty, come and sleep with the uncle!"

"You..." Wen Feng, who was called a girl and was not angry, was willing to pamper him, knocked on his forehead, put down the book, and lay down in the coffin.

Very dishonestly, he rolled onto Wen Fengjin's body, and Wang Xiaogou, who used the boss's chest as a kennel, moved a few times to adjust its position, and then hiccupped while clutching his full stomach.

Wen Fengji gently kissed his hair, and hugged the pup a little tighter.

"By the way, what happened to that man today?" Wang Xiaobaa rested her chin on Wen Fengjin's chest, "Is he related to those 'craftsmen' you mentioned earlier?"

"Yeah." Wen Fengji shunned Wang Xiaobaa's hair, and simply explained: "I once met some people who were good at making utensils in the Northland. It’s something that can’t be viewed with common sense. But there are not many people like them, and they value talent very much, and... most of the craftsmen who refine weapons have weird tempers and dull minds.”

Speaking of this, Wang Xiaobaa thought of the man he met that night.

What dullness, isn't that stupid? !

After Wen Fengjin explained, Wang Xiaobaa was also a little sleepy, and it was because the man left him an impression that it was too nonsensical, so Wang Xiaobaa didn't take it seriously, and quickly fell asleep in Wenfengjin's arms.

But right away, Wang Xiaobaa knew that he was thinking too much. He forgot about others, but it didn't mean they forgot about him.

Almost every time he and Wen Fengjin go out in the past few days, they can see the man sneaking behind them last time, wearing a big mask and sunglasses in the hot weather, covering them more like a dumpling than they are. I don't know if it will cause heat stroke.

Wang Xiaobaa looked back speechlessly at the guy who was only three meters away from him, holding a mobile phone and pretending to be a passerby.

And Wen Fengjin looked around with a dark face, probably looking for a trash can.

"Forget it." Wang Xiaobaa quietly pulled him back, "The streets are full of people, and there are surveillance cameras. Anyway, he can't do anything to us. He will follow if he likes, and he can't go to the villa."

Wen Fengjin pressed the throbbing veins on his forehead, ignored it with a cold face, but warned the man again with a dangerous look when he was approaching the villa.

The tightly wrapped 'stalker' flinched and turned around and ran away.

I thought this was the end of the matter, but the next person seemed to live at the gate of their community. He could meet him as soon as he went out, followed them back and forth, and was swept into the trash again and again. bucket, almost became a frequent visitor to the trash can, but the next day people still insisted on coming.

Wang Xiaobaa: "..." I seemed to see a kind of brilliance called perseverance in him, and I was about to shed tears of emotion, Amen.

What is not hitting the south wall and not looking back, this is it.

Even Wen Fengjin was a little annoyed by Xiaoqiang's behavior, and wanted to do it several times, but was suppressed by Wang Xiaobaa.

He always wanted to take Wenfeng to live the life of ordinary people, eat together like every couple, go shopping together, go to the supermarket to buy snacks, eat and drink enough, stroll around, have time to go shopping, have enough fun Just go back to the underground palace.

Anyway, they have too much time to walk hand in hand together.

They lived in despair and helplessness in the previous life, this time he wants to live the simplest life with Wen Feng, not to be the master of the tomb palace and the immortal fairy in the legend, but to be a good person and a mortal.

Wang Xiaobaa has never been stupid. He has lived alone since childhood, so on the contrary, he has a strong and tenacious heart under his laughing appearance.

He didn't feel any malice in that man, and Wang Xiaobaa must have understood that Wen Feng was exhausted, so even though he hated being followed, he didn't really kill him, but he just didn't know why he had to follow himself and Wen Feng. The wind is gone.

Maybe just curious?

One day later, when he and Wen Fengjin came back from the supermarket, it started to rain lightly. Wang Xiaobaa, who had read the weather forecast, prepared two umbrellas, and when he turned around to go home with big bags and small bags, Wang Xiaobaa suddenly remembered.

That big brother wouldn't be following them, would he?

He turned his head abruptly, and sure enough, a poor man who had been drowned was following them pitifully. When Wang Xiaobaa looked over, he hurriedly took out his mobile phone to pretend to be a passer-by looking for the way.

...Brother, you have used this method countless times! ! !

As Wang Xiaobaa thought about it, she saw that guy suddenly panicked, shook his phone a few times, and wiped it with his hands.

It should be because of the heavy rain, and the old phone (Wang Xiaobaa once saw a lot of bump marks on the phone), the man fiddled with it for a long time, but the screen of the phone still went black, and the eyes closed, completely away from him. and go.

This time, the buddy didn't care whether Wang Xiaobaa recognized him or not, he lowered his shoulders in frustration and held the sacrificed mobile phone king.

The majestic heavy rain was falling, and at this moment there was thunder in the sky.

Wang Xiaobaa: ...Why is this inexplicably pitiful? ! !

Wen Feng gave the other party a cold glance, raised his umbrella and frowned at Wang Xiaobaa's shoes that were wet by the rain.

"We should go back."

"I know, you wait for me first!"

Wang Xiaobaa held up the umbrella and ran over. The man with only his eyes showing a look of bewilderment, wanted to run away, but was grabbed by Wang Xiaobaa, and then handed him the handle of the umbrella in his hand.

"Take it and use it. You don't need to pay it back. It's better to go home in this weather. You'll catch a cold."

Showing a canine smile, Wang Xiaobaa didn't point to this person to say thank you, turned her head to cover her head with her hands, and rushed under the umbrella that had heard the wind.

"Okay, let's go." Wang Xiaobaa said with a smile as Yu Shui shook his hands.

"Why did you give him the umbrella?"

"Because it looks so pathetic, and I don't like rainy days at all."

It was the same heavy rain that year. There was a person carrying another person on his back and walking on a long mountain road... At that time, the person who was being carried was thinking, if only I could hold an umbrella for him, but in the end there was no People go to cover from the biting rain that hits them...

Since then, Wang Xiaobaa hated the rain.

Wen Fengji lowered his head and stared at him, his innocent and gentle black eyes met his narrow, cold pupils, for a while, Wen Fengji didn't say anything and silently held up his umbrella, tilting it towards Wang Xiaobaa... …

Watching the people in front walk away, the tightly wrapped man clenched the handle of the umbrella in his hand, looked at the place where they left with complicated eyes, and after a moment of silence, he turned and walked towards another road covered in heavy rain...

……

Since then, Wang Xiaobaa has never seen the man following them.

A month later...

Wang Xiaobaa was wearing a sky blue apron and was cooking dinner in the kitchen with a wooden spatula.

Wenfeng doesn't like to eat heavy takeaways, but he can't go to restaurants all the time, so Wang Xiaobaa, who used to live by himself, took on the job of cooking.

When preparing to stew the soup, Wang Xiaobaa took the seasoning jar and found that the salt jar was empty.

"The wind is gone—the wind is gone—" Wang Xiaobaa yelled out of the kitchen at the top of her voice, and after a while, Wen Fengjin, who was wearing a loose nightgown, walked into the kitchen with long legs.

"What, it's burning again?" He frowned on his handsome face, and in the next second bent down to pick up Wang Xiaobaa's long hair tied behind his head, and carefully checked whether there were signs of burnt on it.

"No, no." Wang Xiaobaa took a step back, "Last time I didn't notice that it was burned. Our house ran out of salt." Wang Xiaobaa showed him the empty jar.

Wen Feng stretched his brows, letting the smooth black hair slip away from his palm, "It's okay, I'll go buy it."

"Okay, hurry up, I'm still waiting for the soup."

Wen Fengjin nodded, turned around and went out to change clothes. Wang Xiaobaa was not worried about Wen Fengjin going out alone. They had all stayed in this place for nearly two months, and Wen Fengjin's learning ability was still very strong. I quickly mastered basic characters and learned to use mobile phones.

It takes only 10 minutes to go back and forth to the nearest supermarket to them.

Still wearing the same black jacket, jeans and short boots of the same color, he left the villa with his hands in his pockets.

The close-fitting clothes perfectly shaped the man's powerful and beautiful body. From the shoulders to the waist, from the waist to the calves, the arcs were so smooth that it made people daydream.

Every time he took a step, the long silver hair tied high behind him would flick slightly.

Feminine, so handsome that his face is too sharp, with the indifference of strangers, as more and more people take pictures of him and peek at him, deep gullies gradually form between his brows with red lines, and his eyes gradually darken .

That kind of expression can be interpreted as 'If you bother me again, I'll make you look good! ', if this expression was done thousands of years ago, I don't know how many people would be terrified and trembling.

And now-

"Wow he's so handsome——!!!"

"Damn it's so cold cos——!!!"

It's all over the place: ...

The wind is exhausted: ￣へ￣

The demon king who used to be able to stop children crying at night picked up a bag of salt and quickly checked out and left.

The street lights outside had already been turned on, and he paused after hearing the wind, and turned his head to look at a small road extending out from the side of the road. The familiar sweet and fishy smell blew to the tip of his nose along the cool night wind.

Wen Fengjin lowered the corners of his long and narrow eyes, and stared there for a long time with no expression on his face.

1 minute later.

He raised the corners of his lips, put his hands in his pockets, his long silver hair was slightly blown by the wind, his handsome face with red lines between his brows and his slender figure looked like a demon in the dark night.

Lifting the delicate and expensive boots, the toe of the right foot stepped into the pool of red liquid and slowly pulled back, drawing a long bloodstain on the dusty ground.

The pupils that occupy most of the eyeballs look at the liquid on the ground, and the messy people, filled with joy...

"You're going to die," he said.

The dark night covered up the shapeless body, only the man with heaving chest opened his mouth to ooze blood, and he stretched out his hand with great effort to grab the ankle that had heard the wind.

"help me--"

The words gurgled in his throat, but no sound came out.

Wen Feng put his hands in his pockets and watched the dying flame of life end, like a high god, but he stared at the pain and death of the other party, with an expression on his face that seemed to be pleased...

That expression is chilling down the spine!

People who are near the end of their lives feel a suffocating fear!

But after a while, the desperate man saw with blurred vision that the man took something out of his pocket. After looking at it, the man said:

"it is good."

"I can save you."

[The author has something to say: Is anyone curious about what Wen Feng took out in his pocket?

【small theater】

Wen Daxie who has Wang Xiaozongzi: a gentle and considerate ordinary person at home.

Big Brother Wen without Wang Xiaozongzi: Looking at the dying people on the ground, he showed a devilish smile.

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