The room was pitch black, there were no lights, the doors and windows were closed, the smell of burning mugwort could not be dispersed, and the air was very poor.

Since he returned from his injury, Lord Wei has burned his Aitong blood almost every night, but in fact, it will not have any effect at all, because he is injured in the bones, and the blood qi is running, but he will move with some nails that are not embedded in the bones.

The man on the bed opened his eagle-like eyes and stared at the black shadow that walked in quickly through the doorway.

"It's me." Leng Xiao's voice trembled slightly.

"This king knows, what is the matter with you?" Nangong Yitian's hoarse voice came from the darkness.

"I have no ill intentions." Leng Xiao took a deep breath, no matter what, she must know the truth tonight.

Nangong Yitian smiled faintly, "Come here!" ”

Leng Xiao hesitated for a moment and walked over slowly.

The smell of wormwood on the bed was very strong, but it did not hide his masculine breath, and in the darkness, she was breathing rapidly.

A large hand suddenly reached out from the bed, with great force, and dragged her all over his chest.

Leng Xiao hurriedly wanted to stand up, his big hand supported the back of her head, forcing her to face him in the dark, and her voice became more and more hoarse, "Come to this king's room late at night, there is no hostility, that is to miss this king?" ”

"I miss you......" Before Leng Xiao finished speaking, her hot lips covered her, and the unique male aura suddenly enveloped her, and the world swirled, and the familiarity came again.

She simply hugged his neck and tucked it in his back and slowly moved it down.

His back was scarred all over the place, and in the middle, the fingertips touched a crossed scar, a cross scar.

Something in the chest exploded in an instant.

It turned out to be really him.

Thinking wildly in my head, does that mean the original owner and his wedding night, not the soul of the original owner at all, but her?

The thought made her go limp.

"Wedding Night...... Leng Xiao raised her head vigorously, her voice changed sharply, "Do you remember what I said to you?" ”

Nangong Yitian's hands hooked her neck, and the breath between her lips was still hot, "That night, you only said one word." ”

"What?" She asked, breathing more and more rapidly.

Nangong Yitian leaned in, bit her lips lightly, and said softly: "You said, if this is not a dream, then you must be crazy." ”

Leng Xiao was cold, she naturally remembered this sentence clearly, because the dream was too real, so she said it in a daze.

She had dreamed that many times, but the first time it felt the most real, and after that, she just dreamed about the scene of that night repeatedly, but it was not as real as the first time.

She muttered, "Nangong Yitian, what kind of ghost fate do I have with you?" ”

"I want to hear about it!" Nangong Yitian held her chin thoughtfully.

For the first time in Leng Xiao's life, she had the urge to cry, especially aggrieved.

She is really married and really pregnant with a child, but she uses the body of the original owner, which is not much different from the nature of her intimacy with Nangong Yitian here now.

The only difference is that when she was pregnant and gave birth, her soul was not there, and the original owner helped her to complete it.

Cold tears slipped down his face and fell on Nangong Yitian's face.

He was slightly stunned, reached out and touched her cheek, and there was a trace of pity in his tone, "You cried?" Why? ”