Selling her beauty to the ghost king for merit

The man's palm-drowning drug started quickly, but the persistence didn't seem to be very strong. After all, he wasn't a fan of smoke.And the size of his palm is suitable for covering his face and half of his face, which just covers it and at the same time unintentionally creates an airtight space. As he breathes, a thin layer of water vapor condenses and adheres to his nose, making him very stuffy. Qinghe gradually woke up.

The coffin was still swaying and moving, and although Yan Qinghe had regained some consciousness, the stamina of the drug was still there, and he felt a bit of the dizziness of half-dream and half-awake when he dreamed back in the middle of the night. , or his own head dizzy.

He unconsciously pouted his mouth, thinking that it is better to let nature take its course than to be controlled by others. He wanted to close his eyes and go to sleep, but suddenly found that the man's hand was still covering his mouth and nose, and the force was somewhere between letting himself breathe and opening his mouth. At the critical point of opening his mouth, he was so afraid that he would cry out, so he couldn't help but rolled his eyes, and then sighed heavily.

After this tossing, the man could naturally realize that the hostage he hijacked woke up. Although he didn't say anything, he did it physically, pushing and squeezing the person to the side of the coffin without any panic.

It's just that the movements were too weird and intimate, which inevitably woke up the beauty who had almost fallen asleep.

"Let go, I don't resist." Bi Qinghe raised his hand to grab his wrist, and said in a bad mood.

Why did this person put his arms around his neck, and why did he get so close? He concealed himself and didn't have the time to think about it. The breath of the person in front of him was still hitting the middle of the bridge of his nose deeply and shallowly. Although he resisted, he didn't Actual actions, after all, he has always been able to bend and stretch, except for the current reasons of weakness and being restrained by others, he is more aware that he is not this person's opponent.

But you still need to speak well, and you can't lose your momentum.

"If you don't let go, I'll bite you..." he threatened.

It's just that this verbal effort-now it's a little weak.

The person in front of him naturally didn't accept this, neither replied nor uttered a word, and did not back down at all.

The threat failed, so Bi Qinghe could only move his stiff body aggrievedly. He was already thin, and his shoulder blades without the excess skin and flesh kept rubbing against the cold wooden coffin wall, which was naturally hard and uncomfortable.

At this time, no matter how temperamental he is, he has no choice but to succumb to the warm sunshine, and with this warm body in front of him, he naturally moves closer.

Just as he was covering up and trying to use the person in front of him as a heating tool, the man obviously had been in the coffin for a long time, so he moved his body slightly.

Coincidentally, just as he bent his legs and tried to change his posture, because the distance between the two was too close, his knee hit the unspeakable place between the big beauty's legs.

Mask Qinghe:! !

He covered up and stiffened his body, and the man obviously realized that something was wrong, and after only touching it for a moment, he retracted his knee.Even though his movements were very light, and he didn't hide the pain, but this person himself made the beauty unhappy. At this moment, this movement is like a thunderbolt hitting the powder magazine, instantly causing sparks to fly and furious.

The belittled beauty didn't even swear "You motherfucker", and immediately carried out the threat she just made -- he turned his head and slapped the hand that was still covering his face, sharp teeth The sharp teeth penetrated through the flesh and blood, and the bloody smell gradually spread in the mouth.

The man suffered from pain, couldn't hold back his breath, and said, "Let go."

Covering up and moving, the voice in my heart was very familiar, wasn't it the person who talked to me in the fog of communication in those few days! !

Realizing who the person in front of him is, and remembering all the things he had experienced from morning to night, new hatred and old hatred surged into his heart, and his anger suddenly rose, and he bit down even harder with his jaw.

If it is said that Mu Ziyun's gentleness before, it was not because he was selling Tianting's face or because he was reluctant to be cruel to the beauty, but because he planned a perfect abduction and kidnapping, a little bit of guilt.

But right now, the flesh on his hand is about to be bitten off by someone. Mu Ziyun, who has never suffered this kind of anger since he was a child, can no longer guarantee the temperament of Mr. Pianpian. Then he suddenly pinched the slender neck of the man in front of him, and pushed him out.

The inside of the coffin was dark, so the sense of distance was weak. Mu Ziyun thought that there was still a distance between the person and the coffin wall, so he pushed a little harder, but there was a sudden "bang", and he didn't know whether it was the back or the back of the head. It was Qinghe's body that slammed into the coffin wall, shocking both of them.

Mu Ziyun's pain didn't subside, especially when it was concealed, the pain increased, and he couldn't help frowning, but the pain and discomfort coming from his neck was even more difficult to ignore, he wanted to be persistent Let go, but his arms can't twist his thighs, his resistance is like a mantis' arms, his neck is about to be cut off if he can't stand upright.

Hence, he had no choice but to let go of his mouth before his eyes stared at him, and cursed while he was panting: "Mu Ziyun... you bastard, let go of me—"

It was already difficult to breathe, but after swearing at this sentence, the little air left in the chest was sucked out in an instant, covering up and struggling to hold Mu Ziyun's hand, the breath suddenly became rapid, and there was even a few The uncomfortably groaning voice was mixed with light panting, which made people... a little imaginative.

"Ouch~"

"Really!"

"Tsk tsk..."

It was the exclamation from the coffin-bearers outside, followed by some whispers like mosquitoes, and there was a little helplessness in the complaints, which made people even more imaginative.

Covering Qinghe's body stiffened, he held his breath in good time.

"Be quiet, there are people outside, you don't want to be misunderstood." Seeing him uncomfortable, the instigator who was afraid of pinching someone out of something finally showed mercy and let go of his hand, looking at his ups and downs panting in the dark, and then He chuckled lightly and teased, "What are you panting for? Make it look like I'm going to do something to you."

After being able to breathe freely, he covered his mouth and coughed a few times, blew out the bloody smell in his mouth a few more times, and then cursed angrily: "Whoever wants to do anything to you, stop putting gold on your face. "

"Okay." Mu Ziyun was not annoyed, rubbed the back of his bloody hand against the mask and clothes a few times, and said with a smile, "If you want to play hard to get, you need to practice more."

……

"Try to see being pinched like this and can't breathe!"

"Hey--"

However, what is unexpected is that after suffering a loss and almost rising to the sky again, after being let go by him kindly, not only did he not accept it when he saw it, but he didn't calm down, and he immediately choked him. his neck.

Still hands.

Xu Shi was finally annoyed by his words and his actions.

It's just that his hands are small and his strength is not strong. He only needs to grab the slightly fragile wrist and break it out, and he can easily get out of trouble.

But if you have no strength, no deterrence, maybe the only "sleepy" is covering your face and your hands that are a little cold-if this can also be called "sleepy".

Mu Ziyun took his hand away from his neck without much effort, and said, "Okay, stop making trouble."

Before the hand was scratching the bastard's neck, it was pulled away. There was nothing to do, helpless to cover up, and fell into a state of burning anger in an instant.

Originally, he didn't need to humiliate himself like this, he could have just chanted a spell and directly blew up the coffin, but this bastard chicken thief is very good, and he drugged him first, and now he can't exert all his strength, and his aura has passed The meridian also seemed to be blocked, it must have been hit by this bastard later.

There was only endless aggrievedness left, covering his eyes and gritting his teeth, the more he thought about it, the more angry he became, and he almost passed out on the spot.It was also thanks to his night blindness that he couldn't see Mu Ziyun's expression clearly, otherwise he might be really angry.

But Mu Ziyun, as the new ghost king of the majestic ghost world, although he has never practiced sharp eyes, but after staying in the dark ghost world for a long time, he can see clearly even in the dark, so... He could clearly see every move of Yan Qinghe.

He asked himself that today's words and deeds were not bad, but it was a bit of a bad surprise that he didn't expect to force beauty Linglie into such a field.

At this moment, the slightly shaking coffin stopped for a moment and then sank. At the same time as there was a commotion, there was a "clang" sound outside, which was obviously the sound of the coffin falling to the ground.

After coming to a complete stop, someone tapped on the wall of the coffin three times, apparently as a signal.

The riddles are naturally called to those who can understand. Mu Ziyun understood immediately, and without any hesitation, he let go of Qinghe's hand, then bent his legs and kicked upwards, instantly lifting the coffin on top of the two of them. The board kicked away.

The light came again, and the strong contrast between light and dark caused Bi Qinghe to squint his eyes, cover them with his hands, wink and frown for a long time before he got used to it.

However, when he opened his eyes again, the person beside him had long since disappeared.

"Damn." Bi Qinghe cursed secretly, raised his hands to grab the side of the coffin, propped himself up and sat up.

The coffin was parked in a room. Looking out of the window, the sky was dark and the eaves were heavy. Candles were lit in the room. The similarity was so high that it was hard to tell whether it was the human world or the ghost world.The exhausted beauty sat in the coffin and looked around, then slowly crawled out of the coffin with a dark face.

The candles on the table were quiet, the flames danced occasionally, and the room was also very quiet. It didn't look like another person had just passed by. He covered up and rubbed his sore neck, and secretly wrote down the debt.

He wanted to inspect the environment, so he went to the window and opened it, and a gust of cold wind poured in instantly, which made him shiver suddenly, and hurriedly closed the window.This wind blew chills from the heart, and gradually spread outwards, causing a feeling of fear in the heart. It was said to be a cold wind, but in fact it was more like a gloomy wind.

Except for the wilderness and mass graves, there are few such violent winds in the world, let alone this place where there are houses and people, it is especially strange.

Jian Qinghe walked to the door, thinking that the bastard would set him up to prevent him from escaping if he captured him, but who would have thought that the door would open with a single push, without defense.

——But the world outside the door is exactly the same as the world inside the door.

Covering the corners of his mouth and sneering, it seems that he has indeed arrived in the ghost world, and encountered a real ghost hitting the wall.