Me and my Husband Sleep in a Coffin

The sound of the man eating pain and the sound of the flesh being cut were blurred by the heavy rain.

Wang Xiaoma couldn't tell who it was, and his heart was huddled. Although he knew that Wen Fengjin and Ankai must have plans, he was still worried!

Wang Xiaoma pressed his anxious heart and looked out carefully. The rain under the big bean rain quickly and quickly gathered on the ground into a small stream, and the loess on the ground became mud.

When he saw a little bit from the rain curtain, Wang Xiaoma's heart sank.

An Kai was injured...

Ankai took a step back in the rain, swept the spear out of the semicircle, and repelled the sword that Wen Feng tried to attack again. His arm threw a lot of blood with his movement and fell in the puddle.

The heavy rain poured cold water from them, and the water dripped from the hair tips, sleeves, clothing corners, and even the chin. The two men slapped red eyes and took a short pause before rushing towards each other.

The spear ran to the knee that smelled the wind, and the whole body jumped into the air with one foot, and the red robe was like a red paper umbrella throwing water drops.

The spear followed closely, and Ankai's one-armed stick also jumped.

The tip of the gun was a bit cold, and the soft sword was swayed by the slender palm, and it was wrapped around the body of the spear with softness and tenacity, and a deep mark was stirred on it, and it was even pulled into it.

But Ankai still didn't let go, and even screamed forward with a roar!

Will the gun break in the next second? Or smell the wind and stabbed into the chest with a spear?

In the dim heavy rain, Wang Xiaomei and others widened their eyes.

"laugh--"

The people colliding together separated in a few seconds, and fell back in the air to the position where they had just stood back slightly!

Who's winning? !

Everyone held their breath and looked at the still two, and suddenly, An Kai kneeled down slowly, viscous blood overflowed from his neck, and the brave man with fresh clothes and angry horse planted in muddy water No longer moving...

Wen Feng held the gun head pierced in the chest, the green muscles on the back of his hand burst out, and he pulled out the weapon stuck in the ribs with a snorting sound. The strong bitter medicine smelled out and was diluted by the damp air.

At the critical moment, he received this shot and shattered the body of the spear...

"when!"

The blood-stained silver spearhead was thrown to the ground, and his face was pale as the wind blew, the corpse's skin color was blue and gray, and the heart was the most important place for them not to die. He covered the wound and blood leaked from his white fingertips Come out, red glare.

"died……"

In a word, he watched the dry corpse's face burst into ecstasy, his eyes widened and his pupils contracted, and he couldn't even control the corners of his mouth, raising his body wildly, and his body took two steps forward.

"Dead!" A staring stare outside, "Ha ha ha, twenty years! Twenty years! Good death! Ha ha ha!"

He laughed with his head up, his hands clenched into fists, and the whole person seemed to fulfill his long-cherished wish. He narrowed his eyes that could not hide the excitement, and took a deep breath.

"I have avenged...I have finally avenged!"

Bai Yu looked at him with cold eyes, and Wang Xiaomei didn't know that it was a breeze and an anxiety, or something really happened, and he didn't dare to look away. At this time, Xiao Zimao beside him didn't know if it was Found something.

The big white cloth bag made the sound of a puppy sniffing something, and then a loud growl came from inside!

"Roar--!"

The scratched rattle of the cloth bag, the ghostly hand covered with poisonous hair stretched out and waved around the bag, and it wailed and struggled, and the bag rolled on the ground.

The voice also awakened the irrational words, the expression on his face paused, and then slowly returned to that calm look.

"He is dead and you are useless."

He walked next to Zimao, and stepped on the small Zimao with his feet.

"Roar--!"

Xiao Zimao screamed in pain. Wang Xiaoma gritted his teeth, and touched his leg quietly with his hand.

"Don't step on it."

Bai Yu, who has been very silent since the beginning, said lightly: "Zizi zombie is also a very good material, I want to take it back."

With a little more effort, the thin eyes squinted on Bai Yu's face. They looked at each other for a while, and then moved their feet away and agreed.

After saying this, Bai Yu stood up and took the struggling little purple hair to the corner where Wang Xiaomei had been before, and tied it to the pillar.

The heavy footsteps came through the heavy rain. Wang Xiaoma watched Wen Feng getting closer and closer and finally walked in front of him. His nose was sour, his disguised face was almost not stretched, and there were tears in the corners of his eyes.

"I won. You should honor your promise."

Wen Feng's foot stepped on the wooden house, he was soaked all over, his clothes clung to his skin, and soon there was a lot of water under his feet.

"Of course, I will honor my promise." With a smirk, his slender eyes swept the wind-scarred face and his trembling hand holding the sword.

"After all, it's a drought. It's difficult for you to win, even if you have the ability to heal, but as you heal frequently, your ability will decline... right? Ha ha~"

"That has nothing to do with you. Give me back my brother."

The wind-blown face looks like it was made of ice, and the tone is flat and indifferent. He can't hear anything. The long and narrow pupils are still scarlet and scary. With the bright red patterns on the eyebrows and a wet silver hair, it is like a terrible evil Ghost Raksha.

But all this in one word is nothing but bluff.

He must have been seriously injured...

In a word, lips and eyes were bent, and wrinkles appeared in the corners of the eyes.

"Let me say something like promises, and then say, how do I know if you are cheating me?" A stern look swept Wang Xiaobo and Wenfeng, as if he had found something like that, bluff Wang Xiao He was scared, but when he saw that Wen Feng's expression didn't change, he calmed down and listened to what they said.

"I'm not a fledgling young kid. I always have good habits to keep my hands behind," he smirked, and gestured to Bai Yu, "White Yu, go and see, is it really dead!"

Lying trough, old fox!

Wang Xiaozai and Wenfeng stared at each other, clearly seeing Wenfeng blinked slowly, the surface of the eyelid was like rainwater pouring into his eyes, but Wang Xiaoma, who had been with him for two lifetimes, didn't know yet This is clearly the performance when Wen Feng thinks!

Wang Xiaoba: I knew you were acting! What should we do now? Lying trough, will not be found, or I will stab his kidney now!

Wenfengjin: Wait.

Wang Xiaomao: ...

During the short eye contact, Bai Yu also stood up, picked up the umbrella at the door, stepped into the heavy rain, and slowly squatted in front of Ankai's corpse.

Bai Yupa pulled away Ankai's body, and he saw Han Pi An Kai opened two big eyeballs, the wound on his neck had healed long ago, and his finger just pressed a small kit into the collar, he was discovered by him. An awkward expression appeared on his face, and then he turned his eyes, pretending not to die.

Bai Yu: "............"

An Kai: "............"

An Kai: You didn't find, you didn't find, I was dead, I was dead...

Bai Yu: ...Are you teasing me? ? ?

A few seconds before Bai Yu didn't open his mouth, the air seemed to condense, staring at Wen Feng with a smile, and watching Feng Yan with a blank expression.

Their eyes flashed with murderous crackles.

It seems to be saying, ‘you’ve seen through me. ‘And’ no, you don’t. ’

Wang Xiaoma was caught in the middle. The two men before and after were more murderous and full of oppression than one. He didn't dare to move, he didn't dare to say, he was peeing.

At this moment, Bai Yu's voice suddenly came in the heavy rain, he shouted: "The drought is indeed dead!"

His voice was a little distorted by the noise of the thundering rain, but there was such a force that the condensed air in the room instantly dissipated a lot. After a while, Bai Yu ran back with the umbrella, put the umbrella away and nodded. .

With a lip corner raised, he looked very happy.

Wen Feng raised his sword and pointed at him lightly, "Release my brother's control and return it to me."

"Ah~ This one." He dropped his hands and said, "No hurry!"

After he finished speaking, he suddenly dropped two short thorns like golden daggers from his cuffs, which were just held by his hand. The pale blue figure rushed to the front of the wind, and the wind flew sideways to escape, a few wisps The silver wire flickered with light, and the next golden dagger was entangled with the soft sword!

The one-word attack is particularly close to the body, and the flexible body is simply a loach that can't be grasped, frowning as the wind blows, and the soft sword dancing like a ribbon.

"Ding Ding Ding—"

The short thorn hit a spark on it, a short thorn was blocked from the face that smelled of the wind, and the waist was twisted hard with a word, and the body drew a big circle flexibly, the other arm was opened, and the hand in the hand The weapon was thrust into the back of the wind!

"laugh--"

The short thorn accurately penetrated into the flesh and blood, Wang Xiaoma stared at his eyes, and could not believe that ordinary people could cause damage to Wenfeng. The last time Zhenzhen was injured was because Wenfeng tried to save himself. Resistance.

The wound didn't come and expanded again, and was kicked away by Wen Feng with one word. He flew out toe and stabilized his body after a few points, without giving Wen Feng a chance to breathe, he immediately took the weapon in his hand Threw it out.

Wen Feng tried to hide sideways and faced each other with a word.

The two played hard, and Wang Xiaoma finally knew what was the reason for the anxiety and vigilance that An Kai mentioned when he said...

What kind of person is this? !

Wang Xiaoma looked at an attack whose trajectory was as varied as a ninja in an anime, and his actions were already ghosted from the naked eye! Like the shadow of his mother!

Lying trough, can it be said that the martial arts sweeping monk in the movie is right? !

Can this skill be human? !

Oh my god, you're not **** me!

Wang Xiaoma saw Wen Fengjin and Yan Yan's body slowly hurt, but one word was obviously a difficult one. Wen Fengjin's expression became more evil and his pupils became redder.

Fearing that things were not good, Wang Xiaomei secretly glanced at Baiyu. To avoid accidental injury, Baiyu hid behind the pillar and peeped, not paying attention to him.

The time is right!

Wang Xiaoma quietly opened Mimi's pants and took out 18 centimeters... cough, his dagger was enlightened.

It was at this time that Wen Feng bounced off his words.

He stepped back and stopped beside him.

good chance!

Wang Xiaomao aimed at the waist with a word and pierced the past with enlightenment!

Come on, poke the kidney artifact!

enlightened:……

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