Chapter 4： Dig my tomb if you don't agree

Wen Feng holding Wang Xiaomei didn't know the wretched thoughts in his heart, nor how bold the outside society is now (boys must protect themselves outside).

Still using the sound of hoarse magnetism so that the ears are pregnant, gently coaxing: "Sleep lamp, you call me a wind..."

What is a hoarse **** attack?

What is male **** appealing?

Wang Xiaoba didn't know, he only knew that his shoulders were numb.

Wang Xiaoma flushed with blush: "Wind, wind..." I blushed ass! I think Wang Xiaoma has been rotten for six years, and I have never seen any strong winds and waves.

How can I kneel and lick someone's face value so easily? Oh, I-this dumpling is so beautiful!

"Then, then you call me Wang Xiaoba." Calling Miandeng always feels like he is a substitute.

The wind tilted his head, the peach blossoms were burning behind, and the red-haired red crown had a **** pattern on his eyebrows, and his eyes were very long and narrow with black pupils. It was like the boss of the devil when Wang Xiaoxia played online games.

The big boss said: "Little bastard."

"..."

This name, the big brother is thinking and playing with it!

Wang Xiaola sighed: "...Forget it, let's call it Sleep Lamp"

The big brother just wanted to say something, and suddenly there was an ethereal voice around him, like a woman singing in a low voice, and there was a special horror in the deep underground palace.

Wang Xiaoma was an agitator, and subconsciously grabbed the big brother next to him. Later, think about it, this one is not a living person, even if he himself becomes a dumpling, what else is he afraid of?

So he put down his hand, still looking a little hairy, and asked, "What's going on here?"

Could it be that there are other ‘people’ in this dungeon?

He shook his head as soon as he heard the wind, and he easily supported Wang Xiaomei to stand up, one hand blocked his waist, one hand flicked with long sleeves, and his face was somber.

He said: "It is the tomb thief who triggered the organ of the underground palace."

"Tomb thief?" Subconsciously, Wang Xiaoma had a bunch of TV dramas and novels that he had seen before.

There was a time when he was quite obsessed with this type of novel.

"Yes, in order to build the underground palace and resurrect you, I have traveled all over the world to search for different treasures. There are countless legendary treasures and gold and silver folks in this underground palace. I originally wanted to be buried with you. We can’t be married and die before we die. These are my gifts with you..."

After Wen Feng finished speaking, he gently turned his head and raised his hand to rub his face: "But now you have woke up, I don't feel distressed at all..." After that, his expression was still so gentle, but his eyes were full of twists Intention to kill, "But today you just woke up, they are too ignorant..."

"Sleep lamp, don't be afraid, I'll clean them up now, will you?"

The big brother smiled softly and his voice was intimate and gentle.

Wang Xiaoma almost became a jitter mode without holding back!

Lying trough! Mom is abnormal here!

The smell in front of him is like a dark and horrible evil spirit in a horror movie. His spirit is too gloomy, and ordinary people are numb when they see it. It seems that they are born to be superiors. They want to sit on the throne and smile to see the person underneath. Shivering like that.

"Can you wait here for me first?" Wen Feng pointed to the coffin. "When I have solved them all, I will come back to accompany you soon."

"Sleeping the coffin again?" Wang Xiaolan wrinkled his face. He really had hair on the back of this thing.

"Well..." Wen Feng frowned, "You could have gone with me, but you seem to have forgotten the martial arts you learned before, and your body is not like me. You are still a corpse, the most So that you can stay under the tree to absorb the power of the tree. If you leave the tree for too long, your body may rot."

rot?

Wang Xiaoba looked at his blue and white palms, then touched his face again, and finally silently turned over and crawled into the coffin to shake the wind and shake his hands.

Goodbye big brother, big brother will not send.

"Huh~"

Wen Feng laughed in a low voice, and after seeing his stupid look for a while, he stepped on the big iron lock on the platform of the high stone pillar, and the cliff on the far side, which was connected to the palace. Left here.

After lying in the coffin, Wang Xiaoma looked up at the peach blossoms full of trees, and even had a sense of leisure like ‘ah today the weather is good’.

He was thinking about the things in his past life, and what he said to him, and the days to come, and he closed his eyes unconsciously.

The exquisitely carved ascension picture of the large red coffin is placed under the peach blossom tree surrounded by six or seven people. The people in the coffin are like a waterfall, and the strands are covered with soft and soft red gold patterns that can refract the light under the dim light. On a soft cloth.

The jeweled phoenix crown wrapped around the gold wire is firmly worn on the top of the head. The handsome and beautiful man has snow-colored creamy skin. With the peach blossoms falling, the quiet sleeping face becomes more and more lifelike.

The red and black wedding dresses were slightly messy.

Peach blossoms fall into the coffin, even in the mysterious tomb of the underground palace, they can’t wait to kiss this waiting bride...

On the other side, a few gray-faced people carrying flashlights and carrying large bags, sitting on the ground in full arms and resting, a few of them were carrying guns, all of them were men, all with a fierce look on their faces, which was not good at first sight. provoke.

Leading middle-aged man took out the map and the speech next to it.

"Uncle, where are we? Why can't we see the big guy?" The man next to him whispered.

The middle-aged man questioned frowned: "Now we are at this location." He pointed to a certain point on the map and said: "This underground palace occupies the area of ​​three mountains. The identity of the owner of the tomb is still a mystery. How many lives have been spent on it. We only arrived here with this sketch map, and there are thousands of thousands of miles away from the real sleeping tomb! The place we are now in is just a small courtyard at the doorstep of others!"

"Ah?! But now we are all broken by seven people! Won't there be a loss here?"

"Loss?!" The middle-aged man raised his eyebrows high, "My **** tells you that even if we break a piece of stone above the gate inside, we won't lose!"

"This tomb is no longer a secret. How many people come in and out? Except for one or two who have the real ability to run, all of them are folded inside! But the one or two who have the ability, burned the inscription at the entrance of the bed and sold it. This number!"

The middle-aged man compared a number with his hand and sneered: "Oh, as long as we enter the door, we will send it! There is no need to do this in this life, the golden basin wash hands and enjoy the blessing!"

The middle-aged man's voice was not deliberately lowered, and the next few people heard excited red lights in their eyes, staring at the middle-aged man to hear more.

The middle-aged men knew that they had too many people in the front, and this group of guys might be timid, so they deliberately talked about the inscriptions.