Me and my Husband Sleep in a Coffin

Wang Xiaoma almost shivered with a blank head and took the leather notebook next to his pillow.

He turned this notebook out of the backpack of the tomb thieves in the partial palace, because he was alone when he was a child, no friends or relatives, and he was afraid of loneliness, so he had the habit of writing a diary from childhood. It's okay to turn it out and have fun.

The style and structure of the two books are completely different, one is obviously ancient and the other is obviously modern.

But the same thing is that they have six big letters on their covers!

【Wang Xiaoma's Diary】

"..."

This is so childlike as a mark for children in kindergarten class, the ugly stun is like a drunk **** shell crawling out of the font...

...Well, I wrote it, that's right.

Wang Xiaomao turned over two books with his face.

The first page on the left hand: [Wang Xiaozai Diary: Today is the second day that I will be a wife in the Digong Tomb, I am hungry...

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The first page of the right hand: [Wang Xiaoma Diary: Today is the second day I traveled to the ancients to be a brother, I am hungry... hey~! 】

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Hey your sister, hey! Wavy lines! Wave line, your uncle, wave line!

Wang Xiaozai snapped the book and shook it like a Parkinson's patient. This is impossible. How could I write such a thing? At first glance, how can something written by mental retardation be attached to a beautiful man like Yushu who is in the wind?

I obviously haven’t been to the ancient times, nor have I ever heard of it, let alone those memories...

Calm-Wang Xiaozao, calm down!

So he opened the second page of his diary.

[Wang Xiaozai Diary: In order to prevent others from seeing my diary, I decided to use Pinyin! Why not use English? Because I won't hahaha! Am I super smart? wink~】

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Be calm, be calm, be cold—I am special#%￥#@%&——wink you fart!

Regardless of the secrets revealed in this notebook, just looking at the accent of the second middle school **** the top, Wang Xiaomao covered her face and felt a sorrowful face pain.

Wen Feng next to him blinked at him, "This one is your essay, most of the words on it I don't know, and there are some weird symbols. At that time, I called all bachelors and subordinates who are good at foreign languages. People have been studying this note for a long time, but they haven't been able to know what is written in it. Now that you are here, brother, why don't you read it to me."

Wang Xiaoma: "..."

...So many people + open + study together = large execution site.

Crooked, funeral parlour? I want to cremate myself? Yes, I have been dead for a long time, and today I want to die again.

Wen Fengjin: "What happened to Brother? Why didn't you read it?"

Wang Xiaolan looked down at the notes, and turned another page: [Diary of Wang Xiaolan: The food at the Academy was great! I want to sing a poem: The kitchen chef has high cooking skills, sweet-scented osmanthus confectionery and pudding. How can I ask? Let’s try meat dishes. Gee, I'm so talented, ha ha ha ha! Farewell! 】

Wang Xiaoba: "..." Don't look! You close your eyes! This idiot is not me—not me—!

The other side was still rushing: "Since Brother doesn't read it, did you find anything."

"I did find something." Wang Xiaoma said.

"Oh?" Wen Feng smiled and asked, "What is it?"

Wang Xiaomei smiled and shed two lines of tears and said, "The fact that I am indeed a sand sculpture."

Live with a smile .jdg.

All the news: "..."

"Brother said something that the wind couldn't understand, but after reading this, Brother must have understood what it was all about."

Wang Xiaoma nodded heavily, and he turned several pages, which read several paragraphs similar to this: ‘I saw that kid today, how could the future villain-coated villain look like this. ‘‘Oh, I found that neither speaking nor writing could reveal the existence of that thing, but I would do my job well. If I failed, I would delete my memory and burp. It’s too strict...’

Also: ‘Xiaozheng is so good kawaii! I must cultivate him as a good boy with virtue, wisdom, physical beauty and labor! ‘‘What the **** is this setting, grew up as a big villain, to be the white moonlight in the hearts of the villains, I’m going, good sand sculpture... Sand sculpture xx! ’

After reading half of the notes, Wang Xiaola put down the notes and covered her head for a few hours, and Wen Fengjin had been with him all the time.

Wang Xiaoba shook his head. Although he felt unbelievable and ignorant, he finished reading this diary in conjunction with various cross-birth rebirths that had been painted online.

He probably knew that the previous self should be bound to the system for some reason, and the ‘that thing’ and ‘sand sculpture xx’ mentioned in the diary should refer to the system.

And his task may be to care for the villains and to warm him up in the tragic childhood of the villains to educate him to be a kind person...

Thinking of this, Wang Xiaoma raised his eyes and glanced at the wind.

Feeling the sight, Wen Feng, who wore brightly colored red and blue robes, unconsciously revealed a wicked smile, dark eyes, mouth corners, red eyebrows, a look like ‘the deity wants your dog’s life today’.

Wang Xiaomao: ...Dad, do you think you can pass the moral, physical and mental skills? Sports? !

Alas, so I don’t need to ask, and the system is not blind. As soon as I see this big guy grow into this virtue, his big hand wave, his memory is also erased, and people are sent back to the modern world.

Maybe he's inexplicably burping because of the system.

Wen Fengjin said that after his death, the goods were used to build underground palaces, collect rare and precious treasures, and plant acacia trees or something. The goods really waited for him for more than a thousand years in the underground palace.

And Wang Xiaoma from modern to ancient times is only a matter of the system, so he may not be in reality just last night when the task failed and died, he was called into this body by the long-awaited news...

Mom, why do you think that he and Wenfeng are the male and female version of the movie "Myth"? !

And if it is really what he guessed, he is happy to have a system. The ancient modern era is just a system...

Can you hear the wind? How have you been guarding a corpse for more than a thousand years?

And based on his knowledge of himself, maybe he was too close to the other party because of the task. He wanted to mix up with Baiyueguang, and the result was silly. The relationship between him and him became unclear.

What kind of infatuation and paranoia is Wenfeng...

Think about another location. If you throw me alone in the ground, there will be a body beside me...

In the trough, Wang Xiaoma rubbed his arms, not to mention one year or two, and he couldn't stand it for ten days and a half months! The tomb robbers can’t wait to be excited and blame ten dollars.

No wonder he smells an expression a day, like mitosis.

It's all forced by life~~~

He turned directly to the end, and found that the diary only wrote the day when Wenfeng had passed and the crown ceremony, and the diary was later ripped off by who.

Wen Feng next narrowed his eyes and reached out to take the diary in Wang Xiaomei's hand.

He said: "The number of pages here was damaged when I got it. Since the brother has already read it, I will keep it back and save it."

Wang Xiaoba scratched his head: "But isn't this my diary? And there seems to be a copy in the wooden box, can I read it?"

Unexpectedly, when he finished speaking, the wind and his face sank sharply, and the smile that stuck to it was also retreated like the tide. The long and narrow pupils suppressed some creepy things. He seemed to want to be gentle. But the cold, subdued voice is even more terrifying.

"Senior Brother is so clear from me now? And Senior Brother is wrong, it is not your essay, it is mine."

"I clearly saw a king on it..."

"Brother."

"what?"

"Don't make me angry~"

"..."

I have lived with Wang Xiaoma for so many years, and for the first time, I saw someone who could say "Yo~" so murderously...

"Senior brother, I noticed when you came to this body instead of a real sleep lamp, so from the age of seven, the person I want to get close to and want to get is a ray from somehow. Soul, but I am fortunate that I have been praying that you will stay here forever. I am afraid that you are just a dead person who retires from the dead. I will carefully guard your secret every day and clean up your exposed horse feet."

So except for the people before me, the day that the Emperor Dog sent me to kill me and the Crown Guard, and found that you were wrong and asked to solve your dean, the old department that my father left me to solve.

Unlike the past, you discovered that day...

That is probably the beginning of your estrangement from me... Wen Feng tilted his head and put his hand on the side of Wang Xiaozai's face. His eyes were not turning. In Wang Xiaoma's creepy corner of his mouth, he straightened, and then he turned upside down.

"Now you know my secret, brother, do you still want to alienate me? Do you still think I love only the former owner of this body?"

Wang Xiaoma shook his head frantically, fearing that it would slow down, and the big brother gave him a share.

And there is nothing worse than finding out that your current boyfriend is actually an ex-boyfriend, especially to outsiders, you are still a scumbag! The other party has been waiting for you for a long time, and in return you have forgotten people and said "Don't treat me as a substitute"!

Wang Xiaoma swallowed his saliva: it was good to smell the wind.

Just thinking about it, I heard the wind say: "Brother, I have been so bitter these years..."

The tone of the grudge and the horror of the tone are equivalent to the female ghost in the movie saying: "Ah~ I died so bad~"

Wang Xiaoba: "...I'm wrong! Besides, I don't have any memory now. How can I know me? That's right! Why didn't you show me this thing earlier!"

Wen Feng's expression slightly changed, and then he relaxed again. He said: "You just woke up in those days. The memory of the previous death is so painful after all. I don't want you to remember."

"Really." Wang Xiaoba remembered what he said before. They were chased because of the immortals. Finally, they seemed to have been tortured. Especially when he died. Presumably, the wind and the wind were all huge. Blow.

It's no wonder he didn't want me to think of it. Wang Xiaoma's little head was stunned by a series of things, and he sat in a coffin with a headache and slowly clarified the matter.

Wen Fengjin looked at Wang Xiaomei and quickly believed him, and that ignorant face deepened his smile.

At that time, the blood sacrifice was not completed and there was no control brought by the blood sacrifice. If Brother remembered what I had done to you, what would I do if I left again?

And... with guilt in my heart, relying on my brother and sister in this palace...

I like it so much.

If you don't exercise restraint, it will hurt him.

Huh~

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