a dying man

Shi Wuxie hugged his body, and his whole body shivered for no reason.

Endless threads of blood squirmed up from the hem of his drooping clothes, and crawled into Zhoubudu's body through the bridge.Shi Wuxie wiped away a layer of undead army and continued to follow, Bi Zhoubudu downplayed the "disgusting" in his mouth as disgusting a hundred times, a thousand times.

Shi Wuxie panicked, and put Zhou Budu down in his arms, Zhou Budu's face was thrown back, his face was upturned as if he was dying.Shi Wuxie leaned close to his slightly parted black and purple lips and waited for him to speak, the body was already completely cold.

There is no point in doing anything at this time.This man is just so vicious and disgusting, he wants to die wholeheartedly, and before he dies, he has to play tricks, waiting for him to take advantage of it.

Shi Wuxie stretched out his hands to close his eyes, the eyes closed automatically before touching the soft eyelashes.He told Shi Wuxie with a smile of no regrets: Look, I died for you.I am willing to die this way.

Shi Wuxie tore up the hem of her clothes like crazy, making a bottomless pit where cloth strips blocked the boat and couldn't pass the palm of her hand.The black clothes were torn into tatters and hung on the body like a sackcloth and filial piety. Shi Wuxie took off his mourning clothes in disgust.Zhou Budu had already been wrapped into rice dumplings by him.

Zhou Budu said he was doing a small favor, but he actually helped collect the corpse.He sat blankly aside, the outside space was separated by him, and he couldn't hear the decaying sound of the door opening, the restlessness of the crowd rushing in, and the crying of women.

He was deaf and sat there for half an hour.

"I don't know him. It has nothing to do with my man. No one used a knife to force him to save someone. He did it voluntarily. You didn't see how he died. What does his death have to do with my family?

Who is so stupid to risk his life to save irrelevant people?You look skinny and skinny, you must be starving to death.I've seen too many tricks and tricks, so I wanted to play tricks to get a bite of food. "

Shi Wuxie burst into tears for some reason.

"The corpse is fraudulent!" exclaimed the person sniffing out the man's breath.

The man is resurrected.There was another commotion.

Finally, Shi Wuxie stood up and gestured to the noisy crowd: Zhou Budu will be buried by him, the dead will be the most important ones, please leave your words.

******

Shi Wuxie put Zhou Budu's body on the only bed in his house.He fetched water to wipe his hands and feet, and removed the mud from his fingernails. After all the necessities of the deceased were arranged, Shi Wuxie sat up silently.

He was thinking about his gaffe during the day.Such an astonishing gaffe, as if the soul were pushing his dick, which then dictated his behavior.Zhou Budu's appearance pushed him out of the established track, and now this Menglang man treats himself as a bouquet of fireworks, and it's over when it's over, what should he do?Clean up the mess?

The endgame was out of hand.

******

After entering Zhoubudu for a day, Xuexianzi gradually calmed down and calmed down. If you touch Zhoubudu's skin, you can feel the ups and downs of living things, but as he himself said, he is just tired and needs to sleep.Zhou Budu's face was peaceful and serene, and his dark purple lips had returned to their normal rosiness.

Perhaps because of the light and shadow, Zhou Budu's brow ridges are protruding a little, and his eyebrows are sharp and flying, erasing the femininity of being too thin.It's like hiding in Tibet or being discovered by someone, who has no choice but to show his cards to others: Look, I'm just cynicism who has suffered so much.

Shi Wuxie had to admit: this kind of boat ride is the most real, the most natural, and the closest to his true colors.

The most authentic and natural boat is secretly having fun.How can he die so easily, if he can escape easily, why would he spend so much time hanging himself, throwing himself into a river, cutting his wrists, piercing his heart with thousands of arrows, etc.

If he knew what Shi Wuxie was thinking, he would definitely roll his eyes, or pull Shi Wuxie to let him touch his face, and then take the opportunity to lay hands on Shi Wuxie.

What a great opportunity, Shi Wuxie is sad for him.

In Zhou Budu's mind, a painful scene of resurrection from death played out, and he quickly held his breath and pretended to be dead.Shi Wuxie leaned into his ear, this time he heard clearly, what he said in a soft voice was: Rebirth in Ultimate Bliss.

Shi Wuxie is really not dumb.He waited so long for this sentence.

It would be too late, Zhou Budu stood up and hugged Shi Wuxie's neck, and kissed his lips.With lingering lips and teeth, I am extremely sorry: "Fool, I lied to you."

Shi Wuxie maintained a puzzled expression, and the facial features on his face changed obviously. First, the eyes lost their luster, then the lips lost blood, and the facial features changed from three-dimensional to flat, white and translucent. On the ground is a thin paper man.

Zhou Budu, who had expected it for a long time, picked up the paper figurine, and could vaguely discern the familiar eyebrows and eyes of the paper figurine, still maintaining an expression of disbelief.It's like there is a curse, Shi Wuxie speaks to a living person, the spell will not work, it will be invalid - let him turn from a living person into a paper doll.

How can there be such a stupid person in the world.He is selfish, defrauding his sincerity and trust with ill intentions.There are always such stupid people waiting for him to cheat.

He silently stroked the slightly wrinkled corners of the paper figure, put it into his caring chest, slipped and fell to the ground before walking a long way, and he didn't know when there was a puddle of water on the ground, and the tea was covered with teacup fragments .Fragments are sharp.Zhou Budu looked down at the palm of his hand, which was covered with blood.Shi Wuxie turned into a paper man and wanted to revenge him with a teacup.

It was he who was sorry for him.