Fast time travel: The host takes his life and frantically teases and criticizes the villain

The child appeared quietly, and Cheng Yan looked back, almost frightened.

The little boy was dressed in pale mourning clothes, with a bun face that was exactly the same white, with big black eyes that were empty, the corners of his lips raised high, and he was full of smiles.

Seeing that the two did not respond, the little boy tilted his head and repeated loudly: "Your coffin is ready, come with me!"

The bright smile turned into a trace of treachery, invading the human body, sending chills down the spine.

Cheng Yan and Ling Jiuxuan looked at each other, and followed the little boy's pace.

"What's your name, kid?" Cheng Yan looked around and asked casually.

"Guest, my name is Smiley." The little boy turned his head and replied with a big smile.

Cheng Yan said in his heart that he could see it, "Well, it suits you quite well."

"What is this place?" he continued.

"Guest, the Coffin Village is ahead." The smiling face pointed to the dark village ahead.

Cheng Yan looked in the direction, and saw that the village was hidden in darkness, without any candlelight, only a dim lantern at the entrance of the village swaying in the wind, barely illuminating the boundary within one meter.

The closer they got, the clearer the bustling noise became, as if they were in a busy city, but there were always only the three of them around.

Cheng Yan took out a lollipop and stuffed it into his mouth. Seeing Ling Jiuxuan looking at him, he took out another lollipop, "Do you want it?"

Ling Jiuxuan turned his head away, and Cheng Yan held the smiling face in front of him again, "Smile..."

Before the words could be spoken, Ling Jiuxuan snatched them away with quick eyes and hands.

Cheng Yan laughed and said, "You don't want it?"

Ling Jiuxuan: "I didn't say."

Cheng Yan shrugged, "Well, if you say no, it means no."

"Guest, please be silent."

Walking to the lantern at the entrance of the village, the smiling face suddenly made a sound.

The two looked at each other and didn't speak again.

Suddenly, Smiley knelt down in front of the lantern, kowtowed three times before getting up, and made a "please" gesture under the gaze of the two.

On the wooden board at the side, the words "Coffin Village" were written in blood-red ink. Perhaps there was too much ink, which flowed down like tears, and the style of the painting permeated people.

The moment you stepped into Coffin Village, the noise in your ears doubled, as if people were coming and going in a place invisible to the naked eye, so lively.

The wind that blows on the face is cold, revealing a heavy rancid smell.

Cheng Yan immediately blocked his sense of smell.

Ling Jiuxuan was just like him, only the smile on the smiling face seemed to expand a little, and the whole face was almost split.

Led by Smiley, the three of them turned and turned, and finally stopped in front of a family deep in the village.

The eaves are decorated with white silk, and the couplets on both sides are also white, which is especially dazzling beside the dark wooden door.

The smiling face knocked on the door knocker, and the dark wooden door swung open.

In the middle of the courtyard stood a pair of pitch-black coffins. The white silk was blown up by the wind, and the desolation penetrated into the bones, as if to freeze people in place.

In the mourning hall, there are two names side by side, namely Zhang San and Li Si.

The two sides of the courtyard were full of people, uniformed in pale mourning clothes, which became the only color in the darkness. Everyone's eyes were fixed on Cheng Yan and Ling Jiuxuan, as if stuck to them, motionless.

The smiling face turned around, the eyeballs slowly moved from Cheng Yan to Ling Jiuxuan, and then returned to the normal position, with a strange smile: "Guest, your coffin is ready, please."

Cheng Yan and Ling Jiuxuan were silent for a long time, and turned their faces to make eye contact.

'If I kick the coffin, what can they do with me? '

'Why kick it, just set it on fire. '

'Do you know where Ghost Miri's Eye is? You just burn it? '

Ling Jiuxuan was helpless: "Then kick it." '

Cheng Yan crunched the lollipop, "Everyone is here." '

He grabbed Ling Jiuxuan's arm and flew into the coffin, lying upright.

Fortunately, this is a double coffin, and it is just right for two big men to lie together.

It's just that the arms were inevitably stuck together, and Cheng Yan's body was a bit cold, feeling the continuous heat from his side, he felt warm all over his body.

"When the honored guest enters the coffin, there will be sorrow and joy!"

The sharp voice of the smiling face fell, and traditional mourning music was played in an orderly manner by sheng, xun, cymbals, suona, and pan flute.

The coffin was sealed instantly, and the vision was completely dark, and then it shook for a while, and the coffin was opened.

In the darkness, the two stared straight at the coffin board.

It was the first time Ling Jiuxuan was so close to a person, subconsciously wanted to move to the side, but there was no room for him to move.

"Don't move." Cheng Yan's voice was inexplicably hoarse.

Ling Jiuxuan stopped moving immediately, "What's wrong with your voice?"

Cheng Yan curled up his toes in embarrassment.

Cheng Yan didn't answer, but Ling Jiuxuan heard his heart soon.

' Blame me for being too strong, I can't get nervous, I can still think wildly in this environment, I'm convinced. '

'But Ling Jiuxuan's body is so warm, I want to stick to it. '

Ling Jiuxuan was confused and could only ask in an understandable way, "Are you cold?"

As he spoke, he grabbed Cheng Yan's hand, and his palm suddenly became cold.

He frowned, Cheng Yan's health was getting worse and worse.

Before Cheng Yan could utter the word "not cold", he felt the person beside him turn over and then embrace him in his arms.

The warm embrace seemed to dispel the coldness in an instant, and the warm current flowed into the limbs and bones, plucking the heartstrings tirelessly.

Cheng Yan was stunned, his heartbeat accelerated uncontrollably, and Ling Jiuxuan noticed something was wrong in a second.

"Why is the heart beating so fast?" Ling Jiuxuan pulled Cheng Yan's hand to feel his pulse in doubt. His body has old problems, and the heartbeat cannot be so fast.

"Would you like to listen to your own heartbeat?"

Cheng Yan pulled out his hand and put it on his heart unceremoniously. The powerful and rapid heartbeat was no less powerful than his.

Ling Jiuxuan froze, watching Cheng Yan's lips opening and closing, his Adam's apple rolled suddenly.

In the narrow space, the oxygen seemed to decrease sharply, and both of them were slightly short of breath.

The ambiguity rose quietly, and I don't know who started it. When I realized it, the lips of the two had already stuck together.

Ling Jiuxuan opened his eyes suddenly and was about to step back, but was restrained by the other party forcefully, which deepened the kiss.

There is still a jasmine candy taste in the mouth, which is very sweet.

Ling Jiuxuan wanted to push Cheng Yan away, but felt a certain touch against him, and immediately froze.

A smile appeared on Cheng Yan's lips, he pried open the other's teeth, and gently licked every part of his mouth.

"Respond to me, huh?"

Cheng Yan bit his lips lightly, his voice was magnetic and hoarse, like a feather hooked Ling Jiuxuan's heart to itch.

Ling Jiuxuan's eyelashes trembled, he kissed back slowly, and tightened the hand that hugged Cheng Yan.