When Wang Xiaobaa woke up, he found himself in someone else's arms. Although the chest behind him was cold and firm, he adjusted his hugging posture to make him comfortable.
A few peach blossom petals fell, like sparks burning on the complicated and gorgeous ancient wedding dress, with a strange beauty.
If outsiders see this magnificent underground palace and the high platform, a pair of men and women in red and black wedding dresses leaning on their backs under the dreamlike peach blossom tree in this posture will really be thrilling. soulful taste.
If it was a rotten girl who saw this scene, she would instantly make up 100,000 small essays in her mind.
I'd be happy if... it wasn't a dead person hugging me in this possessive gesture.
Not only happy, but even want to say.
But Wang Xiaoba was so panicked that her face was expressionless and her body was shaking like a Parkinson's patient, like an old washing machine that 'buzzed' in the laundry room.
There was a low-pitched laughter behind him, and Wang Xiaoba felt that the man's arms around him tightened again, and he was very perverted and rubbed back and forth from his neck with something cool and soft.
Preliminary authentication, that should be the lips of the other party.
Wang Xiaoba stared at the dog's eyes, shaking his head almost to the point of throwing off!
"Big big brother, you have something to say!" As long as you don't give me a bite, you can do whatever you want!
"Mian Deng, why are you so cute in this life." The hoarse voice whispered with a smile that seemed to be encouraged from his chest: "Mian Deng, that stupid old immortal really didn't lie to me, this acacia tree finally You brought it back."
Wang Xiaoba was shaking so hard that she didn't hear a word.
I could hear the sound of water splashing in my head.
The man waited for a while, and seemed to be dissatisfied that Wang Xiaoba didn't answer, so he turned him around, and the two completely met their eyes.
However, Wang Xiaobaa's teeth were trembling for fear of zombies throughout the whole process, and the big brother Zongzi on the opposite side had red crown and black hair, a bright red pattern on the center of his eyebrows, and in his long and narrow eyes, black pupils took up most of them, and he looked a bit strange. .
"Mian Deng, why don't you speak?" He was still smiling a second ago, but now Jun Mei's face is grim.
But the emotion in those eyes that scared Wang Xiaoba even more was so strong that it was about to be distorted. It was like seeing a lover who had come back from the dead, and it was like turning this kind of love into hatred!
I hate it so much that I can bite each other into bites and eat them!
Wang Xiaobaa is really about to go into vibration mode this time.
Please let me take back what I said before when I said that the two were a loving couple. It wouldn't be the daughter-in-law who cheated and strangled her to death in a rage!
Wang Xiaobaa felt that his whole body hurt when he saw him, his mind was blank, and he shouted loudly, "Zombie brother, spare your life! I'm not a sleeping lamp, my name is Wang Xiaobaa, and I live in Wutong Road, Nangang. I haven't cheated on a girl for many years, although I can't explain why I'm in this corpse body, but!"
After speaking for a long time, Wang Xiaoba took a deep breath: "Big brother - you must be mistaken! Please let me go!"
嘤嘤嘤, kneel to big brother!
Don't kill me, I haven't lived enough... Moreover, Wang Xiaobaa burst into tears, I'm afraid of ghosts!
After he finished speaking, the face of the man who looked like a demon lord on the opposite side eased. His expression was very strange, like doubt, and a little like happiness.
He put Wang Xiaoba, who was as stiff as a wooden stake, in his arms.
The devil's expression changed to a soft voice, and he asked in a low voice, "Mian Deng, don't you remember anything?"
Seeing his magical face-changing speed, Wang Xiaoba became more and more scared, but still explained cowardly: "I, my name is Wang Xiaoba, not Mian Deng..."
"You really forgot everything..." If you remember once, how could it be possible for me to be so close to you? Wen Fengjing looked at the face of the person he loved deeply in his arms. Although his body was still an incorrupt corpse, his soul came back... that's enough...
Maybe he doesn't remember anything, it's a gift from God for him...
"Sleeping lamp... I have guarded you under this acacia tree for more than 1,200 years. According to legend, through special conditions, this tree will recall the tenth soul of the person buried under the tree to the tree... "
The man's face was an unhealthy bluish white, but this didn't affect his appearance at all. When those strange eyes looked over with emotion, Wang Xiaobao actually felt a palpitations.
Covering his frantically beating chest, he silently opened his mouth: "In this underground palace? Waited for more than 1,200 years..."
"Yes, but all the waiting is worth it." He closed his eyes and pressed his forehead against Wang Xiaobaa, looking really affectionate.
Even if you don't need to eat or drink, it is really a moving thing for a person to wait for his lover's resurrection in the grave.
At least Wang Xiaobaa is not too afraid of each other now, after all, such a story of infatuation can still move people.
And... I am the tenth reincarnation of the man named Sleeping Lamp
Wang Xiaobaa: "What about mine? Am I dead?!"
No, he remembered that he suddenly hiccupped when he was sleeping in bed? !
The dark eyes opened, and the man in front of him said, "It should be like this."
Wang Xiaoba's eyes widened: "How can I die at home when I am fine..."
The man smiled: "Natural and man-made disasters are not impossible. Besides, thieves enter the house to kill people for money."
Wang Xiaobaa was stunned for a moment, bowed his head and was silent for a while before accepting this fact.
But I didn't see the deep emotion in the man's eyes.
After thinking about it for a long time, he finally sighed and asked cowardly, "Then me and you... what's going on?"
"You and me?" The other party closed his eyes halfway, covering his emotions, and slowly told a long-standing story.