"Lost conscience!" With this bitter gourd face, Jiang Buci couldn't wait to eat him with dipping sauce immediately

"Okay, I'll drag the oil bottle. also protects the book of the dead, Lao Tzu admits it! Give me the quilt! Saying that, Jiang Buci was angry again, walked to Qin Kejiu, who was half-squatting on the floor over there, and grabbed Qin Kejiu's just laid floor with one hand and threw it on the bed, with a bright little face puffing up

Dead bitter gourd face, the book of death, the book of death, the book of death, forced her to be anxious, she tore up the book of death and ate it, and she was so arrogant!

No gentlemanly demeanor!

Sitting on the bed and looking at Qin Kejiu, who was already lying on the ground with his back to her, Jiang Buci felt infinite in his heart

But just when she comforted herself not to worry about a bitter gourd and was about to make the bed, Qin Kejiu's voice came slowly: "I can't see that your taste is so special, I want to sleep on the coffin." ”

？？？？？？？？

"Coffin, coffin?" Jiang Buci's body sitting on the "bed" stiffened after hearing Qin Kejiu's words, this bitter gourd face wasn't trying to scare her

“......”

"Hey, what do you mean, what kind of coffin" Jiang Buci's tone was full of confusion and disbelief, but his body was very honest and ripped off the quilt, and then he felt bad luck and shook it hard. Then I looked at the layout of the house, there was an old-fashioned TV in front of the left side of the door, and there was a "bed" on the right. There was only one window with curtains already covered, and a copper hanger next to it, small and simple

But this bed looks like a bed

Qin Kejiu, who was lying on the ground with his back to Jiang Buci, said coldly: "That bed is put together after two coffins with bearings are opened, and they are not against the wall in the east, west, north and south, and they are for the dead."

Qin Kejiu didn't lie to her, because this entire "hotel" was for the dead, otherwise, who would come to live in this shroud shop.

It's just a "morgue".

But he didn't tell her this, and the restless woman of the province thought about him again, and she looked afraid

“............”

"Take me one" Hearing Qin Kejiu's words, Jiang Buci was stunned for a moment, and then leaned over to him without the slightest hesitation. There was something wrong in this shroud shop, and as soon as Qin Kejiu said this in this room, she felt even more wrong

Heroes who can't succeed will never succeed!

Feeling the sound of a murmuring sound very close behind him, Qin Kejiu's body stiffened slightly, and then moved forward.

Jiang Buci shrank on the other side behind him, and the two of them were less than half a meter apart

Anyway, she doesn't care, it's her who is thicker than the corner of the city wall.

And she is very sleepy, as she has always maintained the "sleep law" of the human world, not sleeping for a day and one night is already her limit, anyway, the bitter gourd face is a pure "bloodline" in the ghost world, no matter how powerful the ghost is, he still has to carry, he can only wait for him to finish collecting the ghost before leaving.

She's really all year round

Under the combination of extreme fatigue and extreme fear, Jiang Buci quickly shrunk there and fell asleep, her whole body wrapped tightly in a black robe, like a big black dumpling

And in the incomparable quiet, after a long time, Qin Kejiu beside Jiang Buci got up gently, his steps seemed to be silent, and the futon that Jiang Buci had just thrown on the ground was spread on the coffin bed he said again, and then the quilt was folded into a shape that looked like someone inside and placed it on the right side

After a while, he got everything done, glanced at Jiang Buci, who was sleeping like a pig at his feet, turned over and lay on the left side of the human-shaped quilt