This really can't be blamed on the burning beasts, whoever is trapped in such a claustrophobic space with a person who has been in bed with him countless times, no matter whether the person on the bed is sincere or fake, out of revenge or out of revenge I like it, smelling the familiar smell on the other party's body, I can't help but want to think about it.
What's more, ink burning itself is a bastard.
The teacher is his white moonlight, he absolutely can't bear to touch it, and he doesn't want to destroy it.
He patronized and destroyed the night of Chu, and only to the night of Chu, all his darkness, beast desire, and the rage in his bones can be vented unscrupulously.
Crush this person, tear it through under the body, and force him to play all the tricks that he will never play on the teacher.
In the past life, every time he saw Chu Wanning's neck up and his Adam's apple rolling, he felt that he was about to become a vicious beast who only knew how to drink blood. Rotten flesh.
If he doesn't feel bad for Chu Wanning, he can destroy others vigorously.
At the end of the destruction, the body has developed a habit. As long as I smell the fragrance of Chu nightning, my stomach will catch fire and my heart will itch. I want to tie this person to the bed.
The coffin was quiet for a while, and I could hear the slightly anxious heartbeat of the ink burning.
He knows that Chu nightning's face is very close, and he can feel the breath of the other party. If he bites at this time, Chu nightning will not be able to break free, but...
just forget it.
Mo Ran leaned back and distanced himself from Chu Wanning. It's really not easy, because there really isn't much room in the coffin.
"I'm sorry, Master." The ink burned haha, pretending to be a grandson, "I didn't expect this coffin to be shaken!"
As soon as the voice fell, the coffin tilted again. The ink burned and rolled into the arms of Chu nightning.
Chu nightning: "..."
The ink burned and then retreated, and the coffin was shaken again, and this was repeated several times.
"I don't fucking believe in evil anymore." Mo Ran leaned back again.
The golden boy and the jade girl were probably walking on a slope, and the coffin wall was slippery, and she didn't hold on for too long, and the ink burned and rolled helplessly in front of Chu Wanning.
"Master..." Biting his lip, he felt aggrieved.
This guy looks a little cute as a young man. If he deliberately hides his wolf tail and pretends to be a son of a bitch, he actually pretends to be very similar.
Chu nightning did not say a word.
The ink burned really didn't want to roll around again, so he simply gave up the struggle: "I didn't mean it."
Chu nightning: "..."
Mo Ran whispered: "But the wound on the back hurts so much..."
In the darkness, Chu nightning seemed to sigh softly, the gongs and drums outside were a bit noisy, and the ink burned and was not sure whether he really heard it clearly.
But the next moment, Mo Ran smelled a clearer fragrance of Begonia flowers, and Chu nightning's hand was behind him, blocking the gap that he might slam into.
Although it is not a hug, Chu nightning's arms are empty, deliberately avoiding physical contact with the ink, only the clothing and the ink are touching, but this posture is somewhat intimate.
"Be careful, don't bump it again." The voice was deep, like porcelain soaked in a stream, with a kind of ancient and dignified, if you listen to it without hatred, it is actually very good.
"… Um."
Suddenly no one spoke.
Mo Ran is still a young boy who is running at this time, not as tall as an adult, so he is leaning on Chu Wanning's arms, and his forehead is just right to Chu Wanning's chin.
It felt familiar, yet unfamiliar.
It was the man lying beside him who was familiar.
The strange thing is that it is such a posture.
Once upon a time, the past, he was lying in the Wushan Hall on the top of death and life, and the solitary emperor stepped on the fairy, in the long and unbreathable darkness, holding the Chu nightning in his arms tightly.
At that time, he was already taller than Chu Wanning, and his strength was stronger than that of the master. His arms were like iron clamps, like a cage, and he locked the little remaining warmth in his arms, like holding the last fire in the world.
He lowered his head and kissed the long black hair of Chu nightning, and then greedily attached his face, buried deep in the other's neck, biting and gnawing without pity.
"I hate you, Chu nightning. I hate you."
There was some hoarseness in his voice.
"But, I'm the only one left."
A violent slam shattered the memories of the burning ink, the sound of gongs and drums suddenly stopped, and the four fields were dead silent.
"Master..."
Chu nightning stretched out his hand, touched his lips, and said solemnly: "Don't talk, we are here."
Sure enough, there was no more footsteps outside, and the four fields were dead silent.
Chu nightning's fingertips ignited a clump of pale golden fire, and he stroked the wall of the coffin, making a narrow opening, just enough for two people to see through the opening.
They were indeed carried to the outskirts of Caidie Town. In front of the earth temple dedicated to ghost masters of ceremonies, there were already densely packed coffins. .
The ink burned suddenly felt a little wrong: "Master, do you think that the fragrance here, as well as the fragrance in the illusion, seems to be a little different from the smell in Chen Gongzi's coffin?"
"… How to say?"
The ink burning is more sensitive to the breath, he said: "Before we were in Beishan, the smell that wafted out the moment the coffin was split is very good, there is no place that makes me uncomfortable, it should be Baidie incense powder. But since I entered the illusion, I always feel that although the taste is similar, there are some subtle differences, but I have never been able to figure out what is different, but now... I think I probably know."
Chu nightning turned his face to look at him: "You don't like this taste?"
The ink burned against the gap, still staring at the outside, and then said: "Well. I didn't like the smell of incense since I was a child. Here, there is also the smell in the illusion, it is not the fragrance of Baidie flowers at all, but the people of Caidie Town. Special high incense burnt for the ghost masters. Look there—"
Chu nightning followed his line of sight and saw that in the clay incense burner in front of the earth temple, three vertical incense sticks with the thickness of the arms were burning, and the sweet smell was passed in the faint toward the wind.
The people of Caidie Town are good at making all kinds of spices with flowers, so the incense products for praying to the gods are also made in their own town, and they are not bought from outside. Since all the flower seeds planted in the suburbs are used, the smell of the tune out is not so different to a layman.
Chu nightning pondered: "Could it be that the fragrance in Chen Gongzi's coffin has nothing to do with the taste in the illusion?"
Before he could figure out the details of this new discovery, the sudden dazzling red light from the earth temple interrupted his train of thought. The two people hiding in the coffin looked at them together, and saw that the temple was shining brightly, reflecting the surrounding brilliance. There is a row of iron shelves on the side of the temple, on which are placed the red lotus lanterns used for making wishes.
The boys and girls guarding the coffins for each burial knelt down one after another and recited: "The emcee of ceremonies will come down to earth, and instruct me and other wild ghosts to escape the suffering forever, to meet a loved one, to lie down with the coffin, and to be accompanied by Huang Quan."
In the sound of chanting, the ghost master of ceremonies in the temple radiated golden fairy light, and then she lowered her eyelids, slowly moved the corners of her mouth, and leaped off the worship platform.
The movements are quite handsome and the manners are very elegant.
It's a pity that the body is made of mud, it's too heavy, the girl's family, with a bang, it smashed a big hole on the ground.
Ink burning: "Pfft."
Chu nightning: "..."
The ghost master of ceremonies also seemed to be quite dissatisfied with her feet. She stared at the big pit on the ground for a while before stepping out of the pit and tidying up her clothes.
She looked like a woman with heavy makeup, wearing red and green, and she was quite happy. In the dark night, it turned her neck and came to the coffin for the burial of a hundred people. The night wind was filled with the stench of corpses. She seemed to be in a better mood. She slowly opened her arms, and laughed twice. Voice.
"If you believe in me and enshrine me, you will be able to meet a good fate and complete the life-long event that was unfinished before your death." The tender voice drifted into the night, and the ghosts kowtowed excitedly.
"The emcee of ceremonies bless—"
"Ask the emcee of ceremonies to confer marriage—"
One after another, this kind of plea was repeated, and the ghost master seemed to enjoy it very much. He slowly shuttled through the rows of coffins, and his long nails lit with bright red vermillion lacquer scraped across the coffin board, making a harsh, sharp sound.
The ink burned curiously: "Master, I remember you said that demons and ghosts, gods and demons, each belong to six realms, but this immortal is not high in nine days, how can he be with the ghosts in the ground?"
"Because it manages ghost marriages, it mainly eats the offerings of ghosts." Chu nightning said, "Ghosts can greatly increase her skills, otherwise she will not be able to cultivate into a fairy body in just a hundred years. With such benefits, she Naturally, I am happy to be with the 'friends' of the underworld."
The ghost master walked around the coffin group, and then returned to the front, and the empty and tender voice rang again: "Open a coffin and grant a marriage. From the left."
Following its order, the first coffin on the left slowly opened, and the golden boy and the jade girl greeted him. The two corpses inside crawled out staggeringly. angry.
The ghostly married couple slowly came to the ghost master of ceremonies and knelt down.
The ghost master of ceremonies put his hand between them and said, "In the name of the master of ceremonies, I will marry you after your death. From now on, we will be husband and wife, and men and women will be happy together."
The ink burned and rolled his eyes and muttered: "If you don't know how to write poetry, don't do it. Take a good vow of marriage, how can it sound so lewd."
Chu nightning said coldly: "You have a dirty mind."
The ink burned and shut up.
But it didn't take long for the ghost master of ceremonies to prove that it was not the ink burning dirty, but the god in charge of the marriage was really dirty.
I saw that the corpses of the married couple seemed to have swallowed an aphrodisiac. They were already two dead ghosts, but they suddenly began to tear each other's clothes and hugged each other enthusiastically. They were so shameless in public. entangled.
Chu nightning: "..."
Ink burning: "..."
"In the name of the master of ceremonies, I will give you Tianlun Le. Yin and yang can be intertwined, so what's the matter of life and death!"
The voice of the ghost master of ceremonies was getting sharper and louder.
The movements of the two corpses became more and more exaggerated. After the male corpse took off his clothes, he was in a state of rage and in high spirits, no different from a living person.
The ink burned and was stunned: "... This... fuck... OK???"
The author has something to say: Thank you for wanting to drink the hand grenade of the little angel who loves to pull tea, and give each child who reads the text an emcee of ceremonial empress brand Huichun Pills, while watching and knocking to relieve boredom, bahahaha