Xianzun is pregnant with the devil's cub

The inside of the coffin was as dark as ink, and you couldn't see your fingers.

Chu Hanjin groped the damp inner wall. The coffin was built quite deep, about as tall as a person half-stands up. It was spacious enough, and it seemed to be a huge coffin for aristocratic dignitaries.

And the protrusion lying under his body is not sure if it is a corpse, and the touch of his fingertips is smooth and cold, almost at the same temperature as the stone wall beside him.

It was too dark in the coffin.

Chu Han wanted to light a lamp.

But as soon as the sparks were polished on the fingertips, a gust of wind wiped out the sparks.

When Chu Han lit again, another gust of wind blew, and the flame went out again.

Looking at the spell in his hand, Chu Hanjin was taken aback for a moment.

This is a closed coffin, so where does the wind come from?

At this time, he heard a soft sigh, like a whisper at sunset.

from behind.

Just as he was about to turn around, a pair of icy hands covered him, climbing up like a snake-like animal, and his two fingers were like icy iron pincers, gently biting the back of his neck.

The palm was cold, and the rough palm rubbed against the fair skin, causing a strange numbness and itching.

"Who?"

A bass soaked in ice water sounded, revealing a mocking chill.

Chu Hanjin: "Yue Lin?"

"Who?" It was the bass's repeated confirmation.

Chu Hanjin felt the hands on the neck relax a bit.

He finally lit the lamp.

The orange light traced the outline of the opponent's eyebrows and eyes. His complexion was pale, his handsome brow bone was cut off by a bandage, his eyes rolled slightly with his long eyelashes, as if he was a little sensitive to light, and his long and narrow eyes were half closed.

It is indeed coming.

But the complexion was paler, covered with fish-scale-like lines, and blood scabs soaked under the snow-white gauze, dyeing the skin red and white distinctly, like a corpse that had been lying in a coffin for many years.

He turned his eyes, put his hands on Chu Hanjin's waist, and hugged him in his arms.

"..." Chu Hanjin was pressed on the coffin board by him.

The spine stiffened slightly.

The space in the coffin is not very wide. Chu Hanjin was sitting on his lap just now, and now he is lying on his chest.

The dense, cold breath fell to the neck, making people always suspect that this is a dead person.

Or an illusion?

Where are you now?

Without asking any questions, Yue Lin's slender fingers gently stroked him through the fabric.

Chu Han stopped his hand now, "Where is this place?"

Probably because the posture in which he straddled Yue Lin was too strange just now, Chu Hanjin obviously felt the breathing in his ears increased, and his arms hugged him stubbornly, and were pushed away and attached again.

Push away.

Hug up again.

Push it away again.

When Chu Hanjin slapped it with his palm, he heard Yuelin gasp weakly, as if he had been hurt.

"..."

So what's going on now?

He said again: "Yue Lin."

I heard him chuckle softly: "They said they would choose a beauty to be buried with me, so it was you?"

Chu Hanjin: "?"

What script did he take again?

Yue Lin looked at his face: "It looks good."

Chu Hanjin's expression was indifferent, secretly speculating whether it might be another nightmare from the illusion, and by the way, he reached out his hand to find the omissions in this coffin.

But at the same time, Yue Lin's hand stroked him with force, pinching his chin strap and tilting his head.In a flash of thought, Chu Hanjin felt something cold sticking to his lips.

The shallow kiss tinged with a bloody smell.

Chu Hanjin was completely stunned in place, even though he had done many things between husband and wife with Yuelin, they all happened in a dream, and this was the first time he was really intimate with him.

He couldn't bear it anymore and was furious.

And Yue Lin stroked his handsome chin, and said in a playful tone, "Beauty, while I still have my last breath, the spring night is short—"

Halfway through the short words, he was slapped by Chu Hanjin again.

Yue Lin gasped again.

"..."

He's terribly weak now.

But it doesn't prevent him from looking at Chu Hanjin and continuing to take advantage of it verbally: "A beauty is so hot-tempered? I like it."

Chu Han raised the saber in his hand and knocked him unconscious with a single palm.

Feeling the instant quiet environment, Chu Hanjin was glad for this choice.

He raised his hand to brush the damp crack of the coffin, trying to force it up, and as expected, a crack opened.

But no light came in.

Maybe there is another layer of coffins outside?

After Chu Hanjin thought about it, he used all his strength to smash the coffin lid, but he didn't expect the fresh air to flow in, and there was nothing outside——

In a dark inner room, there were candles burning in the walls, but they had been left unattended for a long time and condensed into wax blocks, filled with cobwebs and dust, and a few broken bricks fell from the corners, dimly lit, no matter how desolate it looked.

Whose grave is this?

Chu Hanjin walked to the tombstone and found that his name had been wiped off, leaving only a row of derogatory words such as "the crime is heinous, too many to write down".The tombstone still has traces of being burned. It seems that the owner of this tomb has committed a lot of crimes and offended many enemies.

Chu Han walked forward, paying attention to the shape of the tomb. The owner of the tomb was at least a clan king in his lifetime.

A row of long ladders lead to the ground, along which twisted runes are drawn, densely packed in layers.The further he walked, the more Chu Hanjin felt extremely chilly, and a chill appeared on his back.

These runes... one suppresses ghosts, and the other curses that the owner of the tomb will never be reincarnated. They are extremely vicious.

How much hatred and hatred?

Chu Han walked to the exit of the tomb, outside was an extremely barren mountain range.Borrowing the moonlight to survey the surrounding terrain, sure enough, it is still the most filthy "Feng Shui Treasure Land", with downwind and water, no one to rely on, the right cave is biased, and the graves are full of towering trees.

In any case, if the owner of the tomb was not a villain, then he offended a villain.

Chu Hanjin glanced around and returned to the tomb.

He lit the candles on the wall, waited until the room was filled with candlelight, and returned to the coffin.

Yue Lin folded his hands on his chest, still in a deep sleep.

Chu Hanjin stared at his pale face with downcast eyes, and said in his heart: I was in so much pain in the village just now, and now it has become like this again, who is your enemy, and what... are you hiding from me?

Chu Han felt a sense of exhaustion. There was no place to set his feet in the tomb. Looking closely, it seemed that only the coffin was clean enough for him to lie down.

Sharing the same bed with Yuelin?

Chu Hanjin lowered his eyelashes, finding it hard to accept.

But at the same time, Chu Hanjin suddenly felt like vomiting.

He supported the side of the coffin with his fingers, covered his lips lightly, with a slightly ashamed expression on his face.

...I am afraid that the child wants a father.

Thinking of this, a thin layer of red appeared behind Chu Hanjin's ears, and he returned to the coffin with a expressionless and solemn expression, and lay down beside Yuelin again with a serious face.

Not his original intention, just the baby's meaning.

Say it silently three times in your heart.

After continuing to comfort him, Chu Hanjin faced the sleeping Yuelin, and moved his body a little closer.

But the feeling of turmoil in the abdomen did not disappear.

Chu Han has a headache now.

He recalled the content of Yue Lin's coaxing him that night, thinking to try it, he slowly clung to Yue Lin's hand, guided it, and gently placed it on his abdomen.

Through the fabric, he could feel the contours of his fingers.

Still nauseous.

Chu Hanjin clasped Yuelin's hand with both hands, and lightly grasped it, simulating lightly stroking his abdomen.

He felt ashamed of this gesture.

The baby suddenly behaved a lot.

"..."

Outrageous.

If Yue Lin woke up, the scene must be very embarrassing.

It was too sleepy to think too much, and the climate in the mountains was cold and humid, and the warmth he felt after getting closer made him sleepy, and Chu Hanjin fell asleep.

In a daze, he felt someone caressing himself, with a very skillful gesture, from the shoulders of the clothes to the arms, and gradually slid to the abdomen.

Chu Hanjin heard a soft "Huh?"

When he opened his eyes, the inside of the tomb was brighter than the night, Yue Lin's face was close at hand, his long and narrow dark golden eyes were slightly opened, and he was looking at him without turning around.

When you wake up, there is a beautiful thing in front of you, which is really pleasing to the eye.

But Yue Lin said: "Why did you find me a pregnant lady to be buried with me?"

Chu Hanjin: "..."

Why are you pregnant?

Chu Hanjin pushed him away: "Ask yourself."

As soon as he got up and wanted to leave, he was pulled back under his body with hooked hands. Yue Lin's forearm gently placed Chu Hanjin's wrist across his long leg, pressing Chu Hanjin tightly, and then Stare straight into his face.

He seemed to be thinking about it, and he understood for a moment: "Understood, this is the seed that I don't want to be left in the world."

"..."

Chu Han couldn't stand him anymore, stood up, and heard a gurgling sound in his stomach.

hungry.

He turned to Yue Lin, and Yue Lin looked calm: "Don't expect me to get you and your child something to eat."

"........."

Jet lag is definitely a problem.

Either Yue Lin was possessed by the ghost of the owner of the tomb, or he lost his memory!

Chu Han found himself out of the coffin. It was already dawn outside the tomb, and he couldn’t see clearly late last night. Only now did he find that the tomb is located on a deep cliff with a big river rushing through it. There is no end in sight right in front of him. woods.

Chu Han wants to get something to eat. The jungle is entwined with vines, lush and lush, and there is a huge fruit tree. The branches are full of heavy fruit trees, which are gathered into balls, with plump and mature crimson skin, exuding greenness. Woody scent.

Chu Hanjin formed a bunch, and the fruit burst open as soon as it entered the palm, and the juice splashed, turning into flowing dark black.

This fruit has aura, but it is still an evil spirit, so it cannot be eaten.

Chu Han walked around the jungle today and found that most of the fruits were like this.

He had to go to the water to catch fish.

Going back and passing the tomb, Yue Lin stood at the bottom of the stairs, half leaning on the tombstone: "What are you doing?"

Chu Hanjin: "Look for something to eat."

"I see that you look fairy-like, cold and reserved. I didn't expect you to be so greedy."

Chu Hanjin: "..."

Try to get pregnant.

Chu Han can be hungry now, but the child cannot be hungry.

Yue Lin narrowed his narrow eyes, and said, "Do me a favor, paint the spell on the tomb, and I'll help you find something to eat."

This spell can only trap the dead, but not the living. Chu Hanjin paused slightly: "Can you get out?"

"I can't get out. I don't know which bastard made the spell, and the seven evil spirits have taken over it. If I curse like this, I will be cursed to death." Yue Lin gritted his teeth lightly, and said, "Little Bodhisattva, help me."

Chu Hanjin raised his gaze: "What did you call me?"

Yue Lin: "Little Bodhisattva?"

That's what Yue Lin is called too.

"Why is it called Little Bodhisattva?" Chu Hanjin asked.

Is he really coming closer, or is he pretending to be coming sooner?

The sun shone into the tomb in the early morning, and as he approached the cool and damp place, he replied: "Because you are white all over, and your appearance is noble and elegant, like carved out of jade."

It was the same as Yue Lin's answer back then.

It might really be him.

It's just that there's something wrong with my brain.

Chu Hanjin walked down the steps and daubed the curse runes in the tomb, seeing all the contents.It's all a curse that the owner of the tomb will not die well, there will be no whole body after death, and he cannot be reincarnated. Even his soul will have to go to the eighteenth level of hell, which is extremely vicious.

"..." Chu Hanjin couldn't help but tilt his head.

Yue Lin stood in the shadow behind the stone tablet, raised his chin, and scanned the entire tomb.

He can clearly read the curses in the tomb.

But his brows and eyes were calm, as if an outsider was watching casually, and there was no anger on his face.

Chu Hanjin couldn't help asking: "You have been standing in the tomb and can't get out?"

Yue Lin raised his eyebrows and said in a flat voice, "En."

"Then how long have you been conscious?"

Yue Lin turned his gaze to the sun, lowered his eyes in thought, walked to the stone tablet connected to the steps, knocked on the stone platform at the bottom that was eroded by wind and rain, and wiped off the dust on his fingertips, and said, "It's been a few years."

Chu Hanjin: "How many years?"

Yue Lin Shen Jin's pupils were half closed, he thought for a while and said, "18 years."

Eighteen years have passed since he thought he was dead, but suddenly became conscious, and found himself trapped in a coffin and tomb, day and night.

Every day, every month, and every year for the past 18 years, he looked at the runes in the tomb that cursed his soul, and the innumerable crimes on the stone tablet, recalling every moment and every second of his life.

At first, it might be rage.

But gradually, I began to wonder why some people hated themselves so violently.

But the saddest thing in a long time is always loneliness.Rage will be diluted by time, but loneliness and despair will only be prolonged by time.

What would it be like?

Chu Hanjin originally thought that he was Yuelin, but at this moment, he suddenly hoped it wasn't him.

Chu Hanjin wiped off the last curse, his figure was hit by the sun, and his white clothes were like the bright moon and frost: "You can come out now."

Like his savior, facing Chu Hanjin, Yue Lin narrowed his eyes slightly.

He sighed: "It's so beautiful."

Sighed again: "It's a pity to have a child."

Chu Hanjin: "..."

Yue Lin walked out, stepping very carefully, and looked up at the steps, and found that Chu Hanjin's noble eyes were as cold as ice, looking at him angrily.

Yue Lin: "Huh?"

He sneered, his eyes wandered frivolously over his abdomen: "Could it be that this child is mine?"