"It's strange that there wasn't a single decomposing corpse along the way. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" Feng Jiutian still didn't feel the smell of rotting corpses, he frowned, and looked down at the huge shadow cast by the big coffin under his feet, "Here, there is no smell of rotting corpses either. ”

Suddenly, he saw that the shoes on his feet and the bottom of his robe were dry.

"How is this possible? After the leap just now, the shoes and plackets on the feet were not wet with the dew on the dwarf grass everywhere? Feng Jiutian couldn't help but be stunned, "How can this be?" Could it be that this is in a dream? Feng Jiutian held the stiff hand, cocked his thumb, and pinched it towards the middle index finger. Oops", Feng Jiutian screamed in his heart, and at the same time laughed at himself, at this time, he could still remember the trick he used to fool his friends when he was a child.

"It's definitely unusual." Feng Jiutian thought secretly, but then thought again, "In the past few days, what has happened to be ordinary?" ”

Suddenly, he saw that in front of the coffin, near the side of the road, on the ground aligned with his current position, there was a 'Soul Chasing Needle' lying there, flickering with the moonlight.

"Just now, Er Fat has already done it with Uncle Five, and this needle was sent by Er Fat. If this needle has already hit the Fifth Uncle, then the Fifth Uncle will definitely be wiped out. Any plague king or messenger, once hit by the 'Soul Chasing Needle', there is absolutely no possibility of annihilation. After the second fat hit the fifth uncle, he would never go to the next coffin in front again, but would definitely stay here to crack this coffin. According to their style of breaking the plague and keeping the most difficult to themselves, Shen Er Fat Man will never leave here because this coffin is the most vicious. ”

Feng Jiutian left the coffin and walked to the needle, picked it up, looked at the moon, and said in his heart, "Sure enough, this needle did not kill the fifth uncle." That is to say, now, there are only two possibilities left: first, this needle was caught by the fifth uncle after the second fat was issued; Second, this needle was dropped from the fifth uncle. ”

Thinking of this, Feng Jiutian's heart was cold: "This needle is definitely not from the Fifth Senior Uncle. Because, after the fifth uncle was infected, how could the plague king tolerate that his top envoy still had this kind of weapon that could harm him. This needle, if it is shot out after the second fat is issued, it will definitely be inserted into the ground, and it will not be seen by itself. This must be the Fifth Uncle catching the 'Soul Chasing Needle' that Er Fat shot at him, that is to say, Er Fat already knew that it was no longer the previous Fifth Uncle, so he killed it。。。。。。 ”

Feng Jiutian pondered for a moment, "Could it be that Fifth Senior Uncle, there is still a trace of memory that has not been completely destroyed?" Could it be that the dead soul of the fifth uncle is still playing a role? The fifth uncle caught the needle sent by Er Fat, but did not infect Er Fat, indicating that he still had some previous memories in his consciousness. Thinking of this, Feng Jiutian's heart was a little wider, but he also knew that the only remaining consciousness of the fifth senior uncle might also disappear in an instant.

As he pinched the needle, the coffin began to change.

The faint scent rose again.

After the dark incense began to fill the air, four strange leaves emerged from the four corners of the coffin.

"Ahh Yes....... Ahh

It was a woman's voice.

That dark incense, with that strange moaning sound, drifted into Feng Jiutian's heart.

"Could it be that there is a wounded woman in the coffin? This kind of sound after an injury, how, how can it be like this? Feng Jiutian's heart was like a drum beating, which shook him and made him red-faced. His virgin heart, how could he have heard this kind of voice, this kind of charming voice, panting, seducing, and hooking Feng Jiutian's heart that has not gone through the affairs of men and women.

Shen Er's fat man once pointed to 'Cuixianglou' and said to him with bad intentions: "Inside, the cries of those sisters can melt your bones." ”

"How do you know? Have you been? Hua Can asked at that time.

Shen Er's fat man smiled at the time and didn't answer.

"Is this the kind of sound that Er Fat said can melt people's bones?" Feng Jiutian heard his heart beat even harder.

"Uh-huh! Ahh The voice that sounded a little painful, but made people's hearts beat, sounded beside Feng Jiutian again. The tip of Feng Jiutian's nose began to overflow with a little bit of fine sweat. He suddenly felt that his heart was hot, and his mouth began to dry, and an inexplicable impulse rushed straight down from his lower abdomen, and just five inches below the dantian, the heat flowed no longer downstream, but rushed towards his crotch.

He subconsciously bent over to relieve the tension between his crotch and lower abdomen. A stream of heat rushed to his stick. A wave of heat, from his lower abdomen, split into two ways, one up and one down, and suddenly, flooded him.

A horse barked, and his heart began to beat wildly. He suddenly felt that the person he wanted to appear would appear behind him in a moment.

A moment later, the sound of horses' hooves came to his ears. The sound of the horse's barking and hooves was so familiar.

As soon as he turned around, sure enough, the figure of Sanzhangqi appeared in the light mist.

His eyes were about to burst into flames. He looked at the horse, and the man on the horseback was smiling at him. This laughter, as if in an instant, pulled his soul away from his body.

The girl on horseback, although only half covered by a light veil, was still too much in his eyes in the scorching air.

He licked his chapped lips, and a primal breath poured into the tip of his tongue, the breath that had occasionally appeared in his dreams. The occasional appearance of that breath in his dreams would give him a sense of relief from a long drought and rain. After that, I will be half-asleep and half-awake, reminiscing about the original memories that were still immersed in my mind just now. (Isn't that too subtle?) I don't know, if it's a little more direct, will it resonate with the Sao Nian. Does the sound of sneaking up at four or five in the morning sneaking up and washing your shorts wake up your roommate? Hahaha. )

He touched his eyes. The girl on horseback, fragrant shoulders looming in her long hair, on her chest, only a touch of black tulle remains, covering two still childish, faint white snowballs, on the snowballs, invisible, a pair of estrus she-cat-like pale red "eyes".

Those eyes, looking at him, made his throat dry. Just as he was about to take a closer look, suddenly, the pair of snowballs were covered by three feet and seven long horsehairs. He had become jealous of the row of flowing horsehair.

His eyes began to blur - on the front back of Sanzhangqi, a slender snow-like thigh, hanging weakly, a delicate and delicate moist foot, with the footsteps of Sanzhangqi "clicking", kept shaking, shaking his eyes that were already blurred, full of flames.

His waist could no longer stand upright. "Those feet, I used to hold." His heart suddenly told him, "It pounced on her like a wild beast." ”

"Rush upon her like a wild beast, she is yours, she is your prey—pounce on her like a wild beast!" A voice, moaning, rippled in his ears, blowing in his ears, and a warm air poured into his earlobes, carrying with it the dark fragrance, which completely intoxicated him.

Feng Jiutian reached out and ripped off his belt.

"No, you can't. You can't do that. A thin voice cried out in his heart.

"Why not? She's my prey. Feng Jiutian gasped and muttered.

"Go, she's your prey, pounce on her like a beast." The voice in my ear groaned again.

Feng Jiutian ripped off his belt.

In the coffin behind him, strangely shaped leaves growing from the four corners were growing rapidly, and in a moment's time, the top of the large coffin was obscured. A thin red tongue had reached the back of Feng Jiutian's head, whose eyes were bloodshot under the moonlit night.

In front of Feng Jiutian, there was only a light mist moving。。。。。。 (To be continued.) )