Me and my Husband Sleep in a Coffin

Wang Xiaoma had a dream.

In his dream, he returned to the time when he was first selected by the system to travel thousands of years ago.

The system shouted: "While the villain is small, make him a cotton-padded jacket!"

It is not forcing Wang Xiaomei to use love to transform the villain BoSS, to be his white moonlight, to be his mole, and to make the villain's moral, intellectual, and physical beauty fully develop.

If he fails, he will kill Wang Xiaomao, and he will kill the villains.

Wang Xiaoma, who admits his fate, dreamed of his hard work. He fed, coughed, and nurtured the feces and urine from a small wolf to a handsome young man.

When Wang Xiaoma was proud, suddenly a gust of wind blew over him. He closed his eyes and then opened and found that the wind was still so handsome, but the head was covered with gray wolf ears, and the buttocks fell down and flung. Wolf tail!

And he has two small horns on both sides of his head, like the sticky heads of the two croissants.

Wang Xiaoma stared dumbfoundedly at the end of the wind, and a strange feeling came from his buttocks. A bad hunch followed, and he quickly turned his head to look over and found that his **** was sticking to a snowy white tail...

The little tail shook: bilingbiling~ Surprise, hee hee!

Wang Xiaomao: ...

He turned around and the college and seats behind him turned into big red mushrooms! He is now watching the smell outside in the mushroom house.

Wang Xiaomao: ...and died with a smile.

This dream, I give a bad review.

"Little Bunny Bunny!"

The smell outside the mushrooms is so beautiful that the smile of Wang Xiao inside is too beautiful, and the face that is too soft and beautiful is almost distorted.

The wolf's ears moved around, the wolf's tail slammed against the ground, and he grinned at the wind, and two sharp fangs came out, especially with his beauty.

Brother, you want to eat people.

Wang Xiao sipped, just as he shivered, the wind suddenly sang the song affectionately.

"Little bunny, open the door, I won't open if I don't open, my mother didn't come back~~~"

Wang Xiaoma: "........."

"Lying trough! Devil!"

Wang Xiaoba, who accidentally fell asleep, awakened violently, panting and panting, frightened and quickly touched his brain and ass, and his eyes swept around.

"Huh~ Fortunately, the head has no horns, the **** has no sheep tail, and the house has not become a big mushroom..."

Wang Xiaoma lowered his mind and wiped the sweat on his head. He was still in a dark wooden cabin. It should be dark outside. The little purple hair next to Ankai’s house was woken up and moved a little in the cloth bag. .

Wang Xiaola lowered her voice, clutching her chest, and recalled the obedient smell of the little rabbit singing in her dream, and her whole body shivered.

"Fortunately it was a dream."

"This dream is too magical..."

Like the big devil in the novel, you can sing the white rabbit softly and cutely? Mom.

Wang Xiaoba rubbed the goose bumps on his arm. It felt like it was about time. He patted the dust and got up from the ground. He returned to the corner where he had just stood, stopped talking and moved, and his eyes were empty and he began to hang up.

Thinking about what to do next, although he was temporarily controlled, because of the blood sacrifice that smelled of the wind, he was not completely unable to control his body. By then, he and Zi Mao must be carried out by one word to threaten the wind and peace. Kai.

At that time, a puppet that controls him will also come out...

Or should I stand behind him and stab him? Kill him by surprise?

Wang Xiaobao touched the inside of his thigh with his dagger tied openly.

Enlightenment is an artifact, the lethality is absolutely bumpy, even if the other side is copper-skinned and iron bones, it is similar to cut tofu, but with the vigilance of a word and the force value similar to the anti-human, can my little weak chicken be?

Looking at it with a smile, it looks as if it is unprepared. It is actually estimated that he will be found as soon as he pulls out his weapon, and there is a white jade...

Thinking of Baiyu, Wang Xiaoba remembered the scenes he saw that day. Baiyu didn't seem to say what he meant, and he didn't know what he was thinking. Do he still have to understand what he's trying to do in a confused way?

Wang Xiaoma thought crazy about something messy.

He couldn't beat it in one word.

Bai Yu can't believe it now.

With a little purple hair without legs...

God! The earth! You pitiful child! Wang Xiaomao's worried head pain.

But at the thought of one word, his family, Wenwenzi, was able to guess eight or nine, and even conceived several possibilities and solutions. Wang Xiaoma felt relieved again.

Sure enough, this is a duel between the big brother and the big brother, his little garbage is beyond speculation.

From a personal point of view, Wang Xiaomei absolutely believes that his family is more powerful, but what is this unrest about?

Wang Xiaoma pressed his chest with a stiff hand. The restlessness and ominous hunch that he had felt in the tomb palace once again rushed up, stuffed up dullly in the chest, and the card was uncomfortable.

Sitting in this way until daytime, the wooden house suddenly sounded the sound of something dragging one after another, and accompanied by a loud noise of banging metal on the stick or something.

At that moment, it was as if there were dozens of people outside who could not speak and work dull.

Wang Xiaoma frowned.

"Is it a villager?"

In other words, he did not see the villagers when he came here.

The sound outside is still louder, and it is very close to the wooden house. The doors and windows of the wooden house are all old windows with white paper on them. The house is very dark when closed.

The dim room affected the vision and expanded the hearing. The sound of dragging was getting clearer in the ears, as if dragging on the eardrum rubbed with the gravel ground.

The hairs stood up one by one.

The black pupil slowly tightened, Wang Xiaoba pursed his lips and looked at the large cloth bag on the side. Zi Mao was probably injured, and has been resting since that exchange.

The sound was too close. He didn't hear anyone talking, only towed.

Rubbing his arm, Wang Xiaoma moved his body with difficulty, staggering towards the wooden door step by step, as he approached, the voice became clearer...

What could it be…………

Wang Xiaoma took a low breath and stopped gently before the wooden door. His face slowly approached the wooden door. There was a piece of paper on the corner of the new paste window and window that didn't stick. He carefully buckled it with his nails and put his eyes on it. Go up.

At first glance, he saw light that was brighter than the room. The black pupil quickly tightened and diffused. After adjusting to the light, there was a staggering person on the right side of his field of vision. .

The man was wearing an ordinary dark blue striped t-shirt, and his pants were also trousers for more than twenty dollars on the market. A worn belt was stuck around his waist. His body was crooked to the right, as if dragging something heavy. thing.

The sound of the rubbing of metal and gravel sounds sore.

The hole next to the dusty white paper reveals one eye and looks carefully.

He approached, his black pupil blinked, and saw what was in his hand—

It was a copper-gold sword with a thickness of three or four centimeters and a width similar to that of a saber. It was estimated that it would reach the waist of a person.

No wonder they are dragging away, how heavy is such a big knife!

Moreover, Wang Xiaomao looked away. Several villagers walked around the villagers who dragged their swords without saying a word. Some men and women walked sombrely with their heads hanging down, around where they lived. Go around.

Wang Xiaolan looked at their weapons and whispered: "Doesn't say that the golden objects are the most difficult to refine? How come this is similar to the wholesale of the assembly line?"

He thought his voice was quiet enough, but the villager wandering in front of him stopped his footsteps as soon as he finished speaking!

What ears are you lying on!

Wang Xiaoma just wanted to leave the door, and the next second he saw the man raised his head in his direction...

"!!!"

Wang Xiaoma saw his face blank after seeing his face, his lips trembling a few times.

No face...

This man's face was as flat as the board! The entire face has no mouth, no nose, no eyebrows, and only a huge blood-red eye almost occupies the entire face! ! !

Now this blood-red eyeball turned round and looked at Wang Xiaomao!

"hiss--"

Wang Xiaoma took a breath, cold hands and feet cold, stiff back two steps almost screamed out loud.

monster!

He turned his head and ran back, rushed to the side of Xiao Zimao and dragged it towards the corner of the wall. He squatted palely to the corner of the wall and stared closely at the direction of the door.

A human-shaped reflection was reflected at the door, and Wang Xiaoma was so nervous that even the slow-beating heart had jumped into his throat, and the monster did not move.

The door was locked from the outside, and Wang Xiaomei did not hear the sound of unlocking.

The monster outside stood motionless.

Wang Xiaoma didn't dare to blink, staring at the door, clutching the small purple fur bag with his palm.

Time seemed to slow down. I didn't know that after tens of minutes, or only a few minutes, the shadow on the door finally disappeared.

he's gone……

Wang Xiaoma sat cold on the ground with his hands and feet cold, and wiped the sweat on his head when he eased it.

The empty face and huge blood-red eyes replayed in his mind.

Wang Xiaoba pursed her lips and couldn't help but burst out a swearing: "Fuck! Dead pervert!"

What kind of demonic aesthetics does he have to make such a puppet? !

No wonder I didn’t see the villagers. The co-owners of this village were all built by these scary puppets. How about the monsters with dragon swords in the village? !

Wang Xiaoba broke his finger and counted, Wen Fengjin (old), he (weak), Xiao Zimao (mutilated), Ankai... I was brought with a lot of equipment and grave robbers in one word to find fault, and brought my own The buff of the "since the ancient spearman lucky e" is already a "disease".

…Well, if you count their four old and weak and sick, how can you kill the monster in this village with the Dragon Sword and the force value explosion table?

Rely on money? !

Wang Xiaoba: Hello, customer service? Give me a V8 nobility, the kind that halo can slap people.

This Nima has no aura, what's wrong? !

Wang Xiaoma stared at the worried sinking face at the door, the sultry air penetrated in, the cicadas were anxious, and the air exuded the smell of mountain rain.

"The wind blows..."

Originally, there was a 70% chance of winning, and now they estimate that the 70% chance of winning will be cut in half!

Wang Xiaoma closed his eyes.

Thick black eyelashes tremble.

The mouth is bitter.

[The author has something to say: [Small theater]

Wen Fengjin: Why am I old and weak, old?

Wang Xiaomao: You are all over a thousand years old, aren't you old?

Wen Fengjin: Xiao ba, you are a thousand...

"Snapped!"

Wen Dao covered his legs: ...

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