Me and my Husband Sleep in a Coffin

After drinking a bowl of'death immediately' soup, Wang Xiaoma was surprised by the wind and held the blood sacrifice at night.

However, this time was even worse. Before he was forced to extract vitality, he could scream for a while, and now he is afraid of Baiyu downstairs, so he dare not shout out.

Lying on the bed and just pulled out of the water, Wang Xiaoma was soaked in sweat.

Under the bed is red water spitting out.

He looked at the roof without eyes, his eyes staring blankly at the roof. The cloth with bite marks was set aside, and there was still a trace of blood on it.

It was because he was too hard and his gums popped out.

Muddy, he was lifted from the bed with one arm by the smell of wind, sticky, sweaty and salty, and pushed away for others who had long been disgusted, but this man was deeply buried in the roots of black hair and licked Wang Xiaoma's forehead.

Pained to coma and woke up with the next sharper pain.

Wang Xiaoma felt like he was going to die, and when he finally passed, he fell into a familiar embrace and felt incomparably safe.

Thinking of how he just rode on his lower abdomen and pressed his chest with a blank expression on his chest, he refused to stop the blood contract. Wang Xiaoma's nose was sour.

Even if he knew that he was doing it for his own good, Wang Xiaoma whispered him in a hoarse voice.

"Scum man!" he said.

The wind stopped, and he responded blankly.

"I'm a waste, and I will make you suffer like this."

Wang Xiaoma's dry lips twitched slightly, his eyes were red, and water mist appeared in his eyes.

"Don't say that yourself!" My man is the best! He is not a waste!

He laughed when he heard the wind, and wiped off the water vapor with his soft lips, gently making Wang Xiaolan squint his eyes.

At the next moment, he sniffed his wrist and sniffed his head to feed Wang Xiaohuai in his arms.

The blood sacrifice's effectiveness has not yet dispersed. Wang Xiaoma's pupils are dark red, and the blue blood vessels or blue tendons on his pale skin are abruptly like traces drawn with strokes.

He was fed a big sip of blood.

Bitter, astringent, and a little sweet.

Um... Wenfengjin brand Nongfu Mountain Spring, thief stick!

After being quietly held for two hours in this way, even the super-healing Zongzi body could not bear the previous consumption, Wang Xiaoma's eyelids could not stop falling, and his brain was faint.

At this time, Wen Feng suddenly said: "I will not urge all the poison in your body. We don't know what this poison is. If it has other effects, you may find that you have no poison."

Wang Xiaoma nodded.

"I know."

When the wind fell down, there was a flash in his eyes, and he finally leaned over, holding his **** lips with Yun, sucking, and gently biting and kissing.

"Well……"

Wang Xiaoma grunted twice, and the last bit of energy was exhausted.

At the end of the kiss, a small ‘wave~’ came when they separated, making the cheeks warmer.

The man's sturdy arms eased him from the quilt and walked downstairs.

Ever since I did that, I started to eat well and sleep well, a heart-warming white jade that roasted on a small fire and sat silent on the sofa in the dark to empty myself.

At this moment, footsteps heard from the building, he was startled and then stood up to look at that location.

The man with the silver hair in a pajamas loosely looked like the laurel prince in the night, and he firmly embraced the man who was also wrapped in his robe and went downstairs.

Even if the lights were not turned on, Bai Yu could see a few strands of black hair hanging down from the wind in the dark living room, and a small half of Wang Xiaohua's face.

That face was too pale, so pale that Bai Yu thought that she would embrace a quiet body.

"What's wrong with Xiaoba!"

His pupils contracted and he shouted impulsively.

The sudden sound made Wen Feng's face suddenly turn back, and a powerful giant sword slammed into the dim living room!

"Who!"

He didn't find anyone when he went downstairs!

On the occasion of a sudden attack, the man took two quick steps, revealing a black face.

The invisible blade of force swiftly dissipated.

Bai Yu's forehead was disturbed by a gust of wind that didn't know where he was. He touched his head, but he almost got his head cut off.

Where does the wind come from?

Forget it, no matter.

He asked anxiously, "What's wrong with that, Xiao Xiao? Isn't he———" Did he become so weak because he was poisoned?

What Bai Yu wanted to ask, the narrow black eyes flashed through the bloodthirsty and vicious light, and the soft and beautiful face was cold and ruthless. With only one look, Bai Yu stiffened in place and dared not ask again.

When Bai Yu thought he was going to be killed.

Wen Feng's expression eased, and he said lightly: "Nothing, I'm too hard, he's tired."

"what?"

Bai Yu's expression was blank, and then he understood what seemed to burst into red instantly.

"I am I-cough cough cough!"

Wen Fengjin watched the young man who was at a loss and turned around and continued to walk toward the bathroom, but when he walked to the door, he suddenly turned his head and said to Bai Yu:

"Little **** to give you a mask--"

"what?"

Bai Yu looked up silly.

Wen Fengjin's expression was a little inexplicable. He said, "You remember to use it." After that, he turned around and walked into the bathroom. The door closed, leaving Bai Yu confused, and he didn't understand what the big brother was talking about.

The bathroom door closed, and suddenly there was an uncontrollable laughter in the quiet space.

Wang Xiaoma shook with a smile all over his body, winking at the man with a pale face.

"You were scared just now, ha ha ha, Bai Yu, ha ha ha, and black can't see people at night, po ha ha ha!"

There was a layer of ice scum on Wenfeng's face. He lowered his teeth and gritted his teeth, saying, "I don't have it!"

"Hahaha--" Wang Xiaole's stomach hurts, "I thought that no one was going downstairs, and suddenly a ghost came out! Hahaha! Not yet, you are all blown up yet! I didn't expect you to be hurt. A scared day ha ha ha cough cough cough!"

"........."

Hearing the big brother's silence, he tried to save his respect.

"It's too dark," he said.

Wang Xiaoba: "Poof!"

"........."

Do feel caught the first time, to listen to their own people's love of laughter is so people want Zouren!

...

Seven days passed.

After drinking the poison five times, Bai Yu became more and more silent.

Wang Xiaoma picked up the bowl of poisonous drink, which was frank and soul-stirring, and looked quite boneless. Then at night, in the wind-swept body, the tears were crying, and the painful ghost was crying and howling.

The poison he spit out gradually changed from red water to white. It didn't look like water at all, but a transparent silk thread.

When Wang Xiaoma, who had finished vomiting, saw the gadget, he was silent for a while, and asked how the wind blew.

He said: "Is it silky? I will soon become Spider-Man, be a good citizen of New York, and then have a passionate night with a beautiful, hot and kind girl?"

Wen Fengjin: "............"

The man's face sank, and then the beautiful and hot heart, and the wicked Wen Dao, at night, fed this fool who dreamed of beauties to'eat' something wet and salty.

By the way, he drank calcium milk.

The black long-haired young man who had almost lost his life vowed that he would never lift the girl again.

During the day, Wang Xiaoba was not sure if they could carry out the plan smoothly, so he simply ran around with the rest of his leisure time.

They went to an amusement park, to a famous temple in the city, to various net red snack bars, they also challenged rafting and bungee jumping, and then looked up at the aquarium to see the behemoth passing the sky.

Photographs were washed out.

There is a smiling warm Wang Xiaoma, there is always unhappy news, and white jade with a steady expression.

At the beginning, he also bought a photo frame, but finally bought a photo album.

Wang Xiaoba relied on Wen Fengjin's arms to laugh at the funny clips captured on the album. His face was very bad, and there was simply black disease circling around him like that.

Wen Feng responded softly to him, arms around him, as if all the evil in the world were isolated from that embrace.

Bai Yu, who peeped into the contents of the album, lowered his head, his hands clenched tightly.

A three-person photo was surrounded by a blue frame framed with shells and placed on the bar on the first floor of the villa.

Time and feelings were fixed by a thin piece of paper, and the bright smile was the deepest mockery for Bai Yu.

He left the villa and returned to the shop with a word.

He squeezed the backpack strap tightly and looked at the side of the research-focused face, bitterness spreading in his heart.

If happiness is obtained by hurting others, is this happiness still called happiness?

I am a sinner.

I **** it.

Let me go to hell, as long as he can eliminate evil for this man he loves, he will.

Bai Yu smiled bleakly and threw himself into his arms to make the final decision.

He still couldn't give up the man and give up his first relationship.

...

September 17th.

Wang Xiaoba drank the last poison.

The moth pounced on the street lamp with only a beam of light, and Bai Yu leaned his head against the street lamp and closed his eyes.

He said to the person on the phone: "For the sixth time, he drank."

Then no matter what the person on the phone said, he cut off the communication failure and slipped and bent to sit against the street lamp.

Poverty and childhood misery did not turn him into a fallen bad guy.

But love and that love that you want to hold on to have done it...

First entangled, then guilty, and finally admit wrong...

Man is a kind of tangled body of contradictions.

If you have done something unforgivable, you still have to pity yourself?

Humble enough to make people laugh.

Bai Yu narrowed his eyes and laughed out loud.

For myself, but also for distorted feelings.

He has to pay the price! There is nothing to tangle with, he knows, he waits!

After listening to the beep in his ear, he did not show dissatisfaction. He raised the corner of his lips and handed the phone to Xiao An who was standing beside him.

"Successful."

He said, and then the lip corners rose more, Shi Shiran walked to the basement, followed by Xiao An, he walked to the wall without knowing what button was pressed, the row of iron racks slipped away, revealing a small clutter-like cell .

There was a table in the cell, on which were simple puppets with movable joints, bound by layers of white silk. Looking at it in a word, the slender eyes flashed through the dark light.

"You are mine."

He took the puppet gently and stroked it gently, rubbing his cheek with his eyes closed.

"I'm proud, the best masterpiece."

After he finished speaking, he pressed his long fingertips on the knife erected on the wooden table, the blade was still stained with dry blood, and his fingers ran across the pain without knowing it, and the bright red drops fell down. Hold the silk thread on the puppet with your broken hand.

It's like removing the ribbon that looks forward to a gift.

The white silk was pulled apart, two hands spread apart, the string puppet fell into the air and was pulled by the silk thread, bouncing in the air.

He chuckled at the puppet.

He said, "Good boy, tear up the people around you, and..."

"Come to my side."

"........."

At the same time, the other side of the villa.

In the dark, Wang Xiaoma slowly opened his eyes...

[The author has something to say: first tangled, then guilty, and finally appointed wrong...

Man is a kind of tangled body of contradictions.

Bai Yu, a man, has transformed from white to the most realistic color of human beings.

When he did what he did, he knew very well that if he chose love for friendship and love, he would bear the cost of hurting others and giving up.

Thank you for your reward, thank you!

@北冥有鱼: Beiming Youyu gave the trilobite x1 to "My Sleeping Coffin". 】