I and My Husband Sleep in a Coffin

It has been several days since Ah Jin woke up and found himself in this state.

From An Qi's rough movements and taunts, he has roughly understood that he has become a monster and used the body of the third prince An Chengjing. On the day he occupied this body, a strange tomb robber happened to come to the tomb. , this body was also seriously injured, maybe that's why the real An Chengjing died and was replaced by him.

And An Qi... also became a twisted man who was unfamiliar to him.

But Ah Jin is understandable.

An Qi became such a monster from that battle, lost everything, watched the people he cared about die in front of him one by one, even the bitter relationship between them was done in such a tragic and sad way The curtain fell.

He took revenge on those people, and he also took revenge on them with the life of the third prince, An Chengjing.

But An Qi was crazy.

He used to be a bold man, although he was young, he was good at martial arts, he could fight on the battlefield, and he could hold a wine cup and laugh with a group of rough men to point out the world and beauties casually.

When you laugh, you can laugh wantonly, when you are angry, you can be straightforward.

It can resist the peace of a country and the world, and it can keep the tenderness of children in the heart.

His man, his master, is an indomitable hero.

But now...

Ah Jin looked at the hostility in the man's eyes, An Qi picked him up like something, unable to speak or make any movements, he was thrown to the ground.

Ah Jin rolled far away on the ground in embarrassment. Fortunately, although this body has no legs, it doesn't feel any pain.

Someone stepped on his back, and Ah Jin's familiar voice sounded above his head. The man squatted down and violently dragged his head towards the cold bronze mirror.

The mirror made a 'bang' sound.

An Kai smiled, but without warmth, he said, "Come and see, baby, what do you look like today."

The shriveled facial skin was pressed hard.

Ah Jin raised his head and took a look. Even he, who had been in battle for a long time, was frightened by the monster with purple hair and shriveled skin inside the bronze mirror.

The monster in the bronze mirror didn't even look like a human being, with little flesh, only skin sticking to the bones like paraffin, with crooked facial features and a ferocious face. Not only was it an ugly monster, it was also an ugly monster with purple hair all over its body.

Seeing how scared Ah Jin was, An Qi grinned happily, and took a 'group photo' with him. He said, "Hehe, what's wrong? How many times do you still get scared? Look at our respected Emperor, Tsk."

He grabbed the purple hair on Ah Jin's face, pulled off the bloody hair with all his strength, and put it in front of Ah Jin for him to see.

"Hehe, is it good-looking? Is it good-looking."

I can't feel the pain in the flesh, but the pain in the heart is so painful.

Not because of this body, nor because of An Qi's treatment of him.

An Qi's violence and anger were not directed at him, Ah Jin knew.

He just felt sorry for that man who said he was 'clean and frank', that man who was carefree on the surface, chic and happy, and always had a gentle heart was forced into this distorted appearance by himself.

Ah Jin really, really knows An Qiel too well.

An Qi is not only punishing An Chengjing, but also punishing herself.

Maybe it was because the distress in his eyes was too obvious, An Qi was stunned when he met his eyes, and then burst into anger.

"Who told you to look at me like that? Want to be provocative?!"

Ah Jin was beaten, but he didn't resist. He was An Qi's servant since he was a child, and An Qi was his master. No matter what, as long as An Qi didn't push himself so hard, it would be fine.

The falling kick hit his chest, Ah Jin finally felt the pain, but he looked at An Qi softly, he wanted to say: An Qi, I'm back.

But he opened his mouth but couldn't say a word.

An Qi pinched his neck with such force that it seemed as if he wanted to cut off the dry wood-like neck in his hand.

"You want to die, don't you! You want to die!"

His handsome face is frightening because of the rage, his eyes are fixed on the eyes of the monster below him, and the muddy scarlet eyeballs are not dead still and desperate when he was tortured today, only soft and warm things, no matter what he is doing Using force, the other party didn't make ugly screams like usual, and waved his arms wildly.

It's been a long time since I saw that kind of gaze. Apart from being familiar with it for a while, An Qi couldn't remember where I saw it.

Very familiar, really familiar, who has ever looked at me with such gentle tolerance?who is it...

When the turbid tears flowed down, An Qi suddenly became frightened for some reason. He let go of his hand suddenly, and saw that An Cheng, who had turned into a zombie, was lying still, scratching something on the ground with his dry claws. .

An Qi calmed down his complicated thoughts, and looked closer to the past.

When he saw the word 'Ajin' on the ground, his whole body seemed to be struck by lightning. He looked at the words on the ground dully, and then looked at those familiar eyes.

"A Jin..."

He foolishly called, and the purple-haired zombie on the ground nodded.

Ah Jin looked at his man and said in his heart: An Qi, I am Ah Jin, I am back.

An expression of ecstasy broke out on An Qi's face, and then it turned into doubt and panic again, because the facial expression changed so quickly that even the facial features were twisted into a ball, which looked a little funny.

"No, no..."

An Qi muttered to himself, his pupils constricted, his eyeballs were bloodshot, his voice suddenly became louder, and he yelled at A Jin like crazy: "You are not A Jin! You are An Chengjing! You want to trick me into letting me go!" You... Impossible! I won't let you go!"

'I am, I really am. '

Ah Jin opened his mouth to him and mouth-shaped, looking at An Qi's crazy appearance now, he was worried and wanted to support himself.

But An Kai suddenly picked him up in the next second and put him in the coffin.

His vision turned black again.

Ah Jin tried to push away the heavy wood. The wood used in the coffin is iron wood, and he still looks like this now. Do something that hurts yourself.

After all, it looks really bad now.

It didn't know how long it took before the coffin was opened again, and An Qi returned with a gloomy face.

He lay beside him, hugged him without saying a word and began to sleep.

Ah Jin pushed him away, gestured with his hands, talked to him with mouth movements, and said a lot of things to prove himself.

For example, what happened to them when they were young, the secret codes that only the two of them knew, and the mischief they got into together, and even how many times he was hugged by An Xie, how he was hugged, and what posture he was in.

But An Qi kept his face sullen and didn't say a word. The previous beatings were gone, but he didn't give him any response.

Ah Jin was a little scared.

He was not afraid that An Qi would treat him roughly, but he was afraid that An Qi would forget him.

'I'm Ah Jin! '

'An Kai, don't scare me, okay? '

'Master, do you still remember Ah Jin? '

"..."

Days passed, even years passed.

Wherever An Qi went, she would wrap him in a white cloth and hold him in her arms, even when she slept, when she walked in the tomb, and when she left the tomb and wandered on the mountain.

After many years, Ah Jin has become disheartened.

But suddenly one day An Qi took him to meet two other people who lived in the tomb.

An Qi once again showed a hearty smile. Although it was a bit of a disguise, she was really happy.

Ah Jin was wrapped in a white cloth in his arms in surprise, unable to make a sound.

When I returned to the tomb that day.

Ah Jin was lying in the coffin with An Qi's arms around her.

Originally thought it was another peaceful day, unexpectedly An Qi beside him suddenly spoke.

He said, "Great, it's not a dream."

Ah Jin was startled, not understanding what he meant.

The man didn't stop, but hugged him tightly as if he was going to strangle him into the bone, resting his chin on top of his head.

After a while, he said:

"Great, it's not a dream..."

"You said you were Ah Jin, you said you came back...I'm scared, I'm so scared, I'm afraid it's all fake...I'm afraid I'm dreaming."

"I dare not sleep or close my eyes, and I dare not ask you, I am afraid that if I ask you 'Ajin, are you really back', you answer 'yes', and then wake up from the dream..."

Hot things fell on top of Ah Jin's head, one after another, cloudy and bitter.

Ah Jin's hair was wet.

Ah Jin turned his head to look in a daze, but saw a face full of grief, tears streaming down his face and still suppressing his crying.

"I'm so scared every day, I'm so scared..."

"Ajin, Ajin..."

"I was walking on the road, holding you in my arms. After a long, long time, everything is so real."

"But for more than 1000 years, I have fantasized about having you by my side every day. I am afraid that you are my crazy imagination..."

After he finished speaking, Ah Jin finally understood.

It's not that An Qi doesn't recognize him, it's that he doesn't dare to recognize him... He thought that it was his fantasy that he came back, that he would go crazy after a thousand years, that's why he kept silent, and that's why he hugged him every day, Wrap him in a white cloth to prevent any mirrors and lights from shining on him, and wander around the underground palace and mountains every day, trying to find something to prove that this is not an illusion that is too real.

Just like that every day, trembling with fear, holding him carefully for so many years.

It was not until today that I got a definite answer from that sharp tomb master...

fool……

fool!

Ah Jin turned his head and beat An Xie's chest fiercely, wet tears flowed from his cloudy eyes, he couldn't help opening his mouth wide and let out an ugly roar, cursing hard at the man who drove him to a dead end.

That day, the two of them embraced each other and cried for a long, long time.

They didn't stop until their voices were dry and hoarse, their strength was exhausted, and they had cried out their grievances and heartaches for more than 1000 years...

An Qi hugged Ah Jin in his arms, and asked cautiously in a hoarse and unpleasant voice.

He said, "Ajin, are you back?"

Ah Jin pinched his clothes on his chest, opened his mouth and said silently: "I'm back..."

As if I really heard it.

The man's embrace became even tighter, An Qi lowered his head and kissed Ah Jin's ugly face rudely and anxiously, licking the corners of his lips as if confirming something.

And Ah Jin accepted it willingly.

A few candles in the underground palace flickered.

Shaking the thousand years of lonely time...

[The author has something to say: Cough cough, I am really tired today, teary eyes, there are bugs, please allow me a day, I will definitely modify it.

It's too late today, and my eyes are astigmatized.

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