The Villain Has Blackened Again

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Chapter 502 doesn't matter, I don't want to abandon my ancestors.

Nan Zhen guessed that Xiao Ba said this is the case, she already knows the routine of Xiao Ba.

Nanxuan replied: "Try a ball. The ancestors now only treat me as a younger generation, and be a kid. Now the most important thing is how to let the ancestors notice that I am not a kid, but a woman."

Xiao Ba hesitated for a while, a serious and authentic: "First, you have to grow into a woman, you look at your dry body, you want this big boss to make you a woman?"

Nanxun looked down quietly and then planned to drink yogurt every day and eat more papaya and oranges.

After a while with the ancestors, Nan couldn’t stop sleeping.

"Old ancestors, very late, don't you sleep?"

Shen Ruiyuan gave a slight glimpse, and the expression was so stiff for a moment. He touched the head of Nanxun and said warmly: "Taro will go to sleep first, and the ancestors will sleep again later."

"Well, that ancestors good night, see you tomorrow morning~" Nanxun ran up the stairs.

Shen Ruiyuan looked at her back for a while, and it took a long time to regain her gaze. He sat quietly on the sofa alone, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Nanxun slept in a snarl, heard the stomach is calling, may be in the long body, hungry quickly, then she climbed up like a ghost, swaying and walking to the hall, ready to go to the refrigerator to find something to eat.

The result was not found yet, and the figure on the sofa of Nanxun’s ancestors was so scared that he woke up.

"Shantou?" The figure moved and seemed to turn her head to see her.

Nanxun glimpsed, and quickly opened the lights in the hall, seeing the ancestors sitting on the sofa.

He was still in the daytime, and the white shirt was not wrinkled at all, which means that he probably kept sitting in this sitting position.

Nanxun wore big slippers and ran to him in front of him. "Old ancestors, so late, why haven't you slept yet?"

If you don't sleep, you have to do something, why are you sitting here with lights off? Very scary, no. Of course, she said this in her heart.

Shen Ruiyuan was silent for a while, saying: "The ancestors are not used to bed."

After spending more than a thousand years in the coffin, he was used to lying in the coffin to sleep, smelling the smell of the thousand years of willow wood, as well as the strong suffocating yin around him, and... the sweetness of blood.

He wants to be a person back, but he finds that something is not just as simple as a habit. It is an addiction and it is difficult to quit.

Nanxun immediately understood why.

Although the ancestors are the sturdy senior corpse, no matter how powerful they approach humans, he is essentially a zombie. Zombies seem to sleep in the coffin.

"Old ancestor, what about your mobile phone?" Nanhao suddenly asked.

Shen Ruiyuan asked no questions, and handed the phone in her pocket directly to her.

Nanxun moved the number of Shen Zongyao. It is estimated that it was very late. It took a long time for someone to pick it up.

"Hey, ancestors! What is the ancestor?" Shen Zongyao's cautious voice came from there.

"Mr. Shen, I am Shen Xiaorou, my ancestors said that the bed here is too soft to sleep."

Shen Zongyao at the end of the mobile phone was a glimpse, and immediately said: "I understand, tell my ancestors, I am tomorrow, oh no, now people will change the bed."

"No, Mr. Shen will bring the coffin of his ancestors."

Shen Zongyao sighed for a while before returning: "I understand, I am not thinking about it."

Nanxun hung up the phone and smiled at the ancestors. "The ancestors, I have done it."

Shen Ruiyuan's brow has been slightly squatting and not loosened.

Nanxun knew what he was tangled in, and plunged into his arms and hugged him: "It doesn't matter if my ancestors, even if I sleep in the coffin, I will not disregard my ancestors."

Shen Ruiyuan caressed her hair and did not speak for a long time.

But it is so quietly snuggling, the atmosphere is very warm.

Nanxunwo is in the arms of Shen Ruiyuan, holding a cucumber in his hand and biting it.

Shen Ruiyuan has some helplessness: "I still eat something so late, be careful to eat bad stomach."

Nan Yan giggled. "I am not afraid, I am really a long time."

"Old ancestors, I want to hear you tell stories." Nan Yan moved around in his arms, like a restless child.

Shen Ruiyuan hugged her waist, fixed her, and whispered, "What story does Shantou want to hear?"

"When the ancestors saw a lot of knowledge, they said that the ancestors used to look at some strange things that Feng Shui encountered, I want to hear."

"Good." Shen Ruiyuan's gentle and gentle voice sounded, and Nanxun listened with gusto.

However, Nanxun had just smashed the cucumber, and the stomach was not so hungry. The ancestors' arms were so cool and comfortable. Although the story was very good, she began to fight with eyelids and soon fell asleep.

Shen Zongyao came very quickly. Shen Ruiyuan heard the doorbell ringing, and glanced at the little girl in her arms. She directly hugged her with her child's entanglement on her arm, and then vacated her hand to open the door.

When the people saw the ancestors and the Nanxun in his arms, they were shocked. I didn't expect the ancestors to hold a little girl in his arms so gently.

Shen Zongyao coughed and screamed the ancestors, then let the four muscular men at the door carry the heavy coffin.

The coffin was wrapped in a black cloth, and there were five full-featured characters on the outside.

"Old ancestors, this... I can't do anything. This thing has been in the place for a long time. The yin and suffocation on it are too heavy. If you don't, the ordinary people can't stand it." Shen Zongyao saw the ancestors' eyes fall on the coffin. , quickly explained.

Shen Zongyao frowned slightly. "Slightly, the girl fell asleep."

Shen Zongyao: ...

Scared to death, he thought that his ancestors were unhappy because they saw the town's evil characters above.

"Put the coffin into my bedroom and remember to move lighter."

Shen Zongyao nodded again and again, greeting a few people who carried the coffin to work lightly.

When the matter was finished, Shen Zongyao tried to ask, "Old ancestors, I met a customer yesterday, I haven’t had a problem for a long time, you see-"

Shen Ruiyuan glanced at him and said faintly: "I will bring people to see me tomorrow."

When Shen Zongyao heard this, he was excited to "snap" several times.

When the people left, Shen Ruiyuan took the **** in his arms and went upstairs, gently putting the person on the bed.

Looking at the girl's sweet sleep, Shen Ruiyuan gently twitched her mouth, then took a look at her little head.

He gently slammed the door and returned to his bedroom.

Next to the European-style bed, he saw the big coffin.

This coffin has shut him for more than a thousand years. Although it is ridiculous, he seems to get used to it. It is a habit of blending flesh and blood.

Shen Ruiyuan drew a pattern at the door and in the window to ensure that the yin and suffocation on the coffin did not overflow, and then he opened the lid and lay in himself.

At the moment of the cover, the long-lost feeling came up. He took a deep breath on the coffin and slowly closed his eyes.