Me and my Husband Sleep in a Coffin

It was a boy who opened the door. He looked at the two monsters like a monster crawling out of the grave in the playbook, screaming in horror, and snatched him with the wind, and the blood dripped and flicked the boy.

"Call the doctor of the Academy! My brother... Brother Miandeng was seriously injured..."

"Brother Mian Deng?!" Tong Zi still knew the brother in the academy. While afraid, he peeked at Wang Xiaoma on the ground, and finally recognized him on the face with wet hair and dry blood.

"Ah! Really Brother Miandeng!"

"You wait for me to call someone!"

The boy ran inside panicked.

Wen Feng leaned back against the gate and sat down, pulling Wang Xiaomao into his arms with an active hand. The eaves at the door blocked the rain.

His fingers icy movements gently cleared the long wet hair on Wang Xiaoma's face, put his head in his arms, his cheek gently against his forehead.

"It will be okay soon, and after a while, those people hate me, but they should still be able to lend a helping hand to you..."

...But what do you do?

...How can your body escape the shadow guard buried nearby and go down the mountain?

...You just want to die alone!

Wang Xiaoma struggled to hold Wen Fengjie's clothes, but he didn't even have the power to open his eyes and speak. Wen Fengjin hugged him and said, "As long as Brother can live, I can do anything..."

No way! Wang Xiaoma shook his head slightly, tears flowing down his eyes in disappointment, his five senses faded, and finally he closed his eyes weakly.

But they are all wrong.

None of them got help from the academy that day, the boy called someone to leave, but that person was the dean, and he looked at the disciples who had loved Wen Feng and his favorite once.

"I said, you will not be my apprentice after you walk out of this door!"

The open door was closed again, and Wenfeng knocked on the door like crazy, and his fist fell on the door, leaving a splash of blood marks.

"Save him! Isn't he your brother! Save him, I beg you..."

Wen Feng narrowed his eyes and looked at the door that was about to close, and knelt down fiercely...

"Save him."

The proud head rested on the muddy slate, and the door stopped.

The dean inside slowly raised the corners of his lips, and the children and disciples behind him looked at his back with some dismay.

"Sir, brother after all..."

"Humph." The dean raised his hand and turned with a sneer.

The door between them also slammed shut!

The cold heavy rain, the wounds and pain all over, the humiliation along the way, and the hope of being cut off...

Wen Feng made a deep blood fingerprint on the stone road ground with his head and fingers! His drooping expression was twisted with a crazy smile, and his black pupil was strange and bloodshot!

Perhaps the humanity in his heart was completely killed on that day, and it was a soul that was forced to twist.

"I won't let you go..." Wen Feng hugged Wang Xiaomao. He tilted his head at the door and pulled his lips high. He said, "I will never let you go!" "

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha! Even if I die, I will remember all the humiliation I received today-I will kill you all-kill all-kill all!!!"

"I want you to bury my brothers and bury with me--"

Deep despair condensed into substance, and the pupils that occupied most of the narrow eyes looked scarletly at the door, tears bursting into the corners of the eyes.

He said word for word: "If I survive, I will slaughter you all! I will never give anyone kindness, and I want the whole northern country to experience my pain!"

"Ahhhhhh—"

Wang Xiaoma, who stood in the air, watched the roar of his head and roared, his lips wriggled a few times, but he could not say anything. Hot things flowed down from his eyes...

These are his memories, the cruelest truths.

Those years are too bitter, even if you depend on each other, those meagre body temperatures can't stop countless tit-for-tat and worldly coolness.

In that year, Wang Xiaozai, who was abandoned by everyone and forgot to live alone, returned to ancient times and encountered the same news that was also studied by the entire world. Two sad souls licked each other’s wounds, giving warmth, but it was not the last time. The life and hope were cut off...

After the memory in front of him jumped, he awoke from the room filled with bitter fragrance.

They all survived.

Later, Feng Fengjin said that they should have died that day, but in the end it might be their life. The subordinates of Wenfengjin Muyimu and Ermusan took them out of the shadow guard and hung them with the best medicine. Killed their lives.

Both Wen Fengjin and him were fundamentally injured, but Wen Feng had internal force and a good body, so he was carried in a coma for a long time, and he was a sub-healthy weak chicken.

After being in a coma for almost a month, he didn't wake up. Even if he is now supported by the wolf tiger's medicine, he will eventually die.

On the day of waking up, Wen Feng put his silent hand on his face, then Wang Xiaomei felt that the wind had changed.

He has bandages around his neck and head, as well as on his fingers. He smiled and looked at Wang Xiaomei and said, "Brother, I will avenge you, OK..."

"..."

Six months later, Wen Feng cautiously hugged Wang Xiaomao and took him back to the stone steps to the academy. The difference this time was that they were sitting high in a sedan chair, watching countless people in the academy wailing and hanged. .

That day they changed to how they listened to the wailing of the people in the college

The dean was tortured by Wen Feng himself until he finally swallowed.

Wang Xiaozao tremblingly covered her ears and closed her eyes, daring not to look at the faces before death, daring to listen to the desperate wailing, but she laughed when she heard the wind, and looked at the purgatory in the world with appreciation.

The fear of Wenfeng was left at that time.

He also hates those people, but more of them are innocent people. What's wrong with those children who are ignorant in the college? He really can't accept it.

Soon after hearing the wind, he realized his resistance and fear.

Wen Fengjin is no longer the man who is gentle and euphemistic to him. He is radical and overbearing and merciless, madly retaliating, and countless innocent people have also been implicated in his life.

At that time, the news blinded by hatred and killing could not be dissuaded as early as possible.

Because of Wang Xiaomei's escape and resistance, Wen Fengjin imprisoned him in the room.

Wang Xiaoma can't live long...he takes medicine every day, and the efficacy of those medicines is getting shorter and shorter. When Langzhong is helpless, he may know that he can't keep it.

Wen Feng did that kind of thing to him...

Wang Xiaoma, who played back this memory, was flushed all over, covering his face with his teeth and scolding, "Shameless!"

Now it seems that he doesn't care much about those, but the two who were at the top of the conflict at the time were quarreling because of the forced compulsion to break apart completely.

He didn't know what happened after that.

Because soon after he lay in bed and died.

Wang Xiao froze for a moment, and he remembered that he had really seen Yan Chun, but that was not the case at that time.

Yan Chun was very gorgeous at the time. He was a kind of glamorous, arrogant looking at the hospital bed. He said something messy.

Although later he was taken away by Wen Feng.

But after he came, Wen Fengjin also found the elixir.

Probably the common disease of the dying person. Wang Xiaoma, who had been lying in bed for a long time, began to recall the various things he and Wen Feng passed through. I actually did not hate Wen Feng at that time.

It’s all dead, what else can’t be seen?

The most important thing is that the system also determines that his mission failure will wipe him out.

So when Wenfeng gave him the Elixir, he passed the Elixir to Wenfeng.

When Wen Feng showed his desperate eyes, Wang Xiaozai opened his mouth and wanted to explain, but the memory was eliminated by the system within a second and the world popped up...

The surrounding scene became dark.

Wang Xiaoma floated in the empty center and thought: probably after I died, I always felt that I had given him the Elixir to revenge him.

Ugh……

Stretching out in the air, Wang Xiaomei closed his eyes and waited for the second death.

The running lights of life are all over, and he must be dying if he wants to come.

After a while……

Wang Xiaoma frowned in the darkness.

Another time later...

Wang Xiaoma couldn't help scratching his head.

Another time later...

Xiaoxiao Wang——Wow! This Grim Reaper will not work! I've been floating for a long time, why don't you come and take me away? ! Just because I was resurrected once and turned into a zombie, does it deserve to have a name? ! ! !

Bad review! ! !

Huh? Why is there a bitter fragrance around? Quite familiar.

Wang Xiaoma's consciousness fainted in the fragrance of the medicine.

"Tut tut, you really are affectionate ah." Chen looked at his hands a weapon to penetrate the North severely pinned under acacia man, he is the standard end of eye drooping Taohua Yan, even if there is no expression, they also looked like in Gentle smile.

Around him, Sister Lei and Ronaldinho fell to the ground in different positions. Below him was a pool of blood, not knowing whether it was life or death, and where Yan Chun lay there was only a pile of tattered clothes, and a handful of things like white sand.

Beside the coffin, leaning tightly against Wang Xiaomao with his eyes closed, his lips were covered with blood, and the chest clothes showed a hole through which bullets passed, and the broken skin tissue could be seen reorganizing.

"If there was no hindrance from the framer just now, my two bullets penetrated into his body, and the strength of the rotation could instantly break his head and stir his chest into a mud."

"However, it is really an undead monster. After being attacked by Yan Chun and bleeding blood, it can still hurt me like this."

Zhen Bei spit out a blood clot that came out of his chest with a smile. His leg broke, and his left chest was recessed into a big hole, but he was still alive, even standing on his own weapon.

It was a strange long-handled weapon with a copper-gold body, a handle as long as a wooden gun, a cylindrical metal with a slap across it, and it looked like a disproportionate long-handled hammer.

It was with this strange weapon that he returned to the underground palace again, and successfully assisted Yan Chun with the help of the idiot, severely wounding these two monsters that made him sick.

"I know~ Ha~ I know that the deadly place of your monsters is on the heart, but you have to feed Yan Chun's heart and your blood to him if you resist my attack, but it also surprised me. Fortunately, you are stupid~ otherwise it's really difficult to win you..."

He shook two legs and stood upright, using his slender arms to point on the chest of the person nailed under the acacia tree.

"Are you right, smell the wind..."

"..."

Wen Feng was nailed to the tree by two wooden nails penetrating both hands and palms, the red crown was cracked, the red ink robe was messy, and the black and long hair turned snow-white! ! !

Wen Feng raised his head slightly, his long snow-colored hair scattered on his gradually gray cheeks, his scarlet eyes and the red lines of his brows were still dazzling.

A large incision in his neck enough to expose the trachea temporarily prevented him from speaking.

"How can you not be greedy as a person? The world is just like me. The hypocrisy and filth never hurt others to satisfy themselves." Zhen Bei narrowed his eyes and looked at him with his eyes closed. Ear root, he bent down and said evilly: "Relax, everything in your tomb palace will belong to me, and you?"

"You will immediately become the same dust as Yan Chun, and your brother will too!"

[The author has something to say: [Plot explained: Wang Xiaoma got two shots, one shot was blocked by Sister Lei with her own weapon, otherwise he might be really cold, one shot through the chest, the heart is their death It was impossible to save by Yan Chun’s part, so Xiaowenzi cut his neck and carried Zhenbei's shameless attack, saving Xiaomao first. Then, Wen Feng, who was crippled, wounded, and spent too much power, and Zheng Bei beat you to death, and finally Zhen Bei sighed, Xiao Wenzi was nailed to the tree]

Catching insects later, this look is really getting worse.

Cough cough, no abuse, really, we will be happy in the next chapter. 】