Night falls before you know it, and the wedding photos in the bedroom shine with a Mona Lisa-like smile, shining with an unfathomable evil light.

The essential oil lamp was constantly draining its physical strength, and as it turned, the scent became more and more seductive, rendering the room more mysterious.

Yin Mingchen was awakened by a strange sound, and he found that the person on the opposite bed was empty, only the big bear was lying on his side on the bed like a man, and the outstretched bear arm was on the pillow, and the hostess's body temperature was still left.

A strange sound was progressing rhythmically, like the sound of grinding something, and he walked out of the door vigilantly, the sound getting louder and louder, coming from the kitchen.

Inside the room is a mini night light that emits a faint red glow. He quietly opened the kitchen door, and through the crack, a dark figure was crouching on the ground, grinding something on a stone, and a bright light slipped through the air from time to time, it was a kitchen knife!

His legs went limp, his blood clotted, and he nervously knocked down the chair next to him. The shadow heard the movement, stopped moving, and turned his head.

The light of the heart of the eyes shone brightly, and the black pupils with infinite evil charm were appropriately adapted to the strange night, and the corners of the lips outlined a strange evil smile.

Luo Xiyan? What does she do sharpening knives in the middle of the night? Is she going to kill her husband?

Yin Mingchen wanted to escape too late, she had already walked over with a knife, the cold knife toughness touched his neck, and after the sting, he smelled a smell of blood.

Luo Xiyan stretched out her red tongue and licked the blood stain carefully, as if it was a honey juice.

The woman in front of him was no longer his wife, but a female demon, sucking his blood and eating his flesh little by little......

Can't sit still, Yin Mingchen gathered a powerful force, suddenly pushed her away, and ran outside. The door was locked three times, he nervously twisted the key, and the moment she was about to chase her, the lock finally opened, and he staggered away.

Ran into a building opposite, the elevator indicator light stayed on the 15th floor, he was sweating, pressed the button to go down, the door slowly opened, he rushed in, the elevator door closed, but suddenly opened again.

Outside the door stood the strange Luo Xiyan, with a devilish smile on her face, rushing in with a knife. He had no way to retreat, she approached step by step, the knife was as fast as lightning, and with a "snap", a crack in his neck was cracked, and blood roses were splashed on her face......

After a male scream, Yin Mingchen opened his eyes and found himself lying on the bed, his head intact linked to his neck, the person on the opposite bed was empty, and the big bear maintained the position of lying on his side just now.

The bedroom door opened, and a delicate red body came in, and Luo Xiyan walked over expressionlessly, her arms drooping, and she was holding an object in her hand.

Yin Mingchen's eyes slid down nervously, and when he saw the sword light, the nightmare became a reality, and sure enough, this Rakshasa wanted to kill his husband! His internal organs were so entangled that he couldn't make a sound in pain, he didn't dodge, although he knew that she had the intention of killing her husband, but he still hoped that it was just a joke.

Luo Xiyan's beautiful face turned into a demon, his eyes showed a fierce light, and he slowly raised his arm, as if the person on the bed was not her husband, but an enemy, this action was familiar to him, when the blade fell on his head, he clearly saw the pleasure in Luo Xiyan's eyes, and soon, the rich smell of blood filled the room......

When Yin Mingchen opened his eyes again, he came into contact with a pair of big eyes that were rippling in a transparent wave, and the two rows of fan-like eyelashes trembled slightly.

"Xiyan, what are you doing in front of my bed?"

He sat up in a panic, this woman was slashing him continuously in her dreams, and if she wanted to be heart-free, his cultivation was far from enough.

"Look at your nervous body? Mingchen, you look like you've had a nightmare, come, drink a glass of water to suppress the shock. ”

She held a glass of water in her slender hand, and the transparent water waves reflected her white skin.

"I just had a terrible nightmare that someone cut off my head like a watermelon."

"Who cut you?"

"You!"

Luo Xiyan's face darkened, her beautiful eyes were full of horror, the cup in her hand fell to the ground, and the water splashed on the back of her hand, flashing small red dots.

"So intimidating? I'm deliberately teasing you, it's not you who cut me, it's a devil. ”

Yin Mingchen half smiled, how could he tell her that he would have this nightmare every once in a while? In the dream, Rakshasa is a devil who kills husbands!

She pushed away his palm, looking very displeased: "Mingchen, don't make such jokes to me in the future, it's not humorous at all." ”

"There are some things we all wish were jokes, but it turns out they weren't jokes."

"What are you kidding, what do you mean?"

"Dreams."

"It's early in the morning and still dreaming? Wake up, breakfast is ready, it's time to go to work"

Luo Xiyan glanced at him lightly, opened the closet, and chose for him to wear to work.

"I want to go take a shower first."

Yin Mingchen rushed into the bathroom, adjusted the water temperature to be cold, and poured cold water on his body, stirring up millet grains, and the pores of his whole body contracted to divert his attention, turning from pain to numbness.

"Time is tight in the morning, just rush it simply, although you are the boss, you must also do a good job of exemplary work for the people below."

Luo Xiyan was banging on the door, her supervision was a kind of care in the past, but now it sounds like this to make people escape.

Yin Mingchen wiped the water droplets on his body, and saw his blue face in the mirror, his eyes were slightly raised, and they became a pair of hateful eyes, he always remembered that such eyes were worship; Rakshasa gift!