Me and my Husband Sleep in a Coffin

Diary of Wang Xiaoma: I was picking up trash underground today, bang bang ......

I seem to have forgotten a lot of things, obviously in a secret, but I am very satisfied with this sense of violation.

Father and mother, and the previous life was covered with a white cloth, Wang Xiaoma looked blankly at the strange self in the huge bronze mirror, Qing Jun's face and gentle eyes, even if not smiling, it was also comfortable People.

Wang Xiaoma frowned slowly, he died, turned into a zombie, and a lover more than a thousand years ago, now living in the underground palace, but he accepted it so quickly.

Even seeing strange and strange things without fear or suspicion, it seems that this emotion is lost...

This is impossible and not scientific!

"Am I in evil spirits?" Wang Xiaoma stood in the huge and empty palace, watching the oval bronze mirror ridicule himself, and the rows of candlelights set off a terrifying atmosphere in the palace. Scared of urine, but he now has the kind of ease that has lived for hundreds of years.

Wang Xiaola muttered to himself: "Something wrong..." What's wrong with me?

"What's your brother doing?" He put his hands on his shoulders, and his gentle smile was close to his ears. It looked cold from the yellow reflection of the bronze mirror.

Wang Xiaoma felt that the hand on the shoulder was very hard, his long thin fingers were like iron hooks, and he grabbed him hard. If he were not a corpse now, he would scream in pain.

If someone is approached so suddenly or pinches his shoulder so hard, it will probably startle, and even a few will immediately open the other person's hand, saying the last sentence: "Fuck, you are not sick!"

But Wang Xiaoma couldn't be angry at the face inside the bronze mirror, even the anger didn't ignite, and he was surrounded by the other side obediently.

"Brother, you have to be good. I woke up and saw that you were gone. I was really worried. I don't need to leave me too far in the future. Do you know?" Wen Feng sighed, and the tone was spoiled and helpless. The cold palm combed Wang Xiao a little bit Bleating hair.

It really looks like a perfect lover.

Wang Xiao blew his finger, and felt a little annoyed at him looking at him like this, thinking to himself: Turn off your fart, and you're almost putting my trouser belt on these days!

But one mouth said sweetly: "Okay, I won't be next time."

Wang Xiaoma: "..."

When did Laozi Laozi exaggerated? !

"Why are you here today?"

"It's meaningless to just walk around."

For the first time, he saw that the gold bars and pearl treasures piled up in the Piandian could still rush to make a fortune, and now he is playing with those things without expressions every day.

The tomb palace lay dormant in the ground, as if it would swallow the sound.

Depressed to die.

"It would be nice if I had a network and a mobile phone to play games... I haven't chased it for a long time!" Wang Xiaolai issued a howl of a fat mansion.

Wen Fengjin said: "Are you talking about the kind of props that humans take today? If there are a lot of partial temples near that kind of things, they were left by some tomb robbers, and they died in the underground palace. , The little things that I raised were taken to the side hall."

"Go, I will take you."

Wang Xiaoma followed Wenfeng, they walked one floor after another and stone steps. The Wenfeng in front sometimes moved a wall or a stone carving somewhere.

It may be that the atmosphere is too quiet, and Wang Xiaomei asked in a small voice, "What about the body?"

Wen Feng blinked back and smiled and said, "I was eaten."

Wang Xiaoba: "...Is it good, delicious?"

Hear the wind: "Oh, lie to you."

"..." How do I feel that what you said is true.

When they came to the outer part of the outer hall, Wang Xiaomei's mouth grew shocked, looking at the equipment waiting for the "licking bag" speechless, especially the inside of the equipment package is old and new, and some are like modern Backpack.

Some are like the green canvas of the 1990s, and some of the older ones are already torn, and the rags become gray when they are touched.

Moreover, Wang Xiaoma also discovered many ancient swords and other weapons used in ancient times. I don’t know if it was the modern tomb robber who used the evil spirits to cut the dumplings or the earliest weapons of the tomb robbers.

Picking up a handful of dust to wipe it off, Wang Xiaoma pulled out and looked at the blade eyes that were still shiny and snowy after many years!

In addition to this, he quickly opened the backpack, which seemed to be new, and the hamsters screamed excitedly when they ate, while laying the contents on the ground.

"Wow--! Lighting sticks, flashlights, lighters, diaries--and cans and biscuits! Shelf life hasn't expired yet! It's great!" Wang Xiaoma found several mobile phones that were turned off. Have a password.

Only one didn't, and still struggling in the bright light of the boot for a few seconds, there was no electricity...

Wang Xiaoma watched the mournful tears on the sacrificed cell phone.

I have to say that things like picking up garbage and digging treasures are really addictive. Wang Xiaoba finally understands why so many people in the game have to lick their bags.

He unpacked one package after another, stacking the edible cans one by one, compressing biscuits and dried meat is even more valuable, and then personal items like watches, photos, and other things are being organized for others Put it back in the bag.

While turning it over, he was still nagging: "Why is the owner of this bag carrying so much beef jerky, and he is not afraid of sinking. This canned food seems to expire after a while! Alas, when I get some notebooks and pens, I want to put My experience was written down and posted on the Internet. Hey, maybe it will be the next Robinson!"

The next backpack, Wang Xiaomei, touched a red soft thing, and his face was flushed.

"What does this tomb robber also have a woman's chest? What do you do to ward off evil spirits?"

Quickly put the underwear back, and Wang Xiaoma found out some black donkey hooves and alcohol blocks.

"Not bad, you can stew the donkey hoof! Hey, it's wrong! I'm a dumpling now! Can this thing be eaten!?" Wang Xiaomei looked up and smelled the wind, waved the black donkey hoof, asked: " The wind is exhausted, can I eat this thing?"

Wen Fengjin squatted in front of him at this time, with one hand on his chin, smiling at him as he turned things over, and said: "Those grave robbers always hold this thing in their hands, but it's actually useless and can be eaten."

"Great! Let's stew it today!"

"Oh, why did this person still bring several packages of hot pot seasoning? It looks like they were specially prepared by themselves...but they didn't see that they brought meat and other things, it is impossible to drink the hot pot base directly..."

People who dare to drink hot pot base directly? Wang Xiaobo chrysanthemum hurts, the gangster is a real bull! How iron is this chrysanthemum!

Zheng Xiaowang, who is picking up trash, is still free and cheap, and pretends to pity his tears.

"I think I was a member of Meituan as a foodie, but now I have fallen to the point of picking up food in the garbage dump~嘤嘤嘤~~"

"Emma! Who brought the self-heating hot pot?! Grass! Really fragrant!"

Wen Feng looked at the food-like people on the ground with a smile on his lips.

He is so cute.

Brackets: I want to say a little.