All the cannon fodders I have flirted with are on top [Quick Wear]

I don’t know how long I stayed in this position, maybe half an hour, or maybe only five minutes.

Ning Zhi felt as if he had just had an erotic dream. He was sweating all over and felt extremely uncomfortable.

The ghost behind me kept making trouble.

"enough."

Ning Zhi pushed him sideways, but was picked up by the man, who opened the coffin and fitted him tightly against the sleeping boy inside.

"..."

Isn't this not good?

It's somewhat blasphemous to the dead.

As he was thinking this, someone spoke it out for him.

"What are you doing!" An old man in a black robe with a cane came in from outside the mourning hall and said in a hoarse voice, "Don't touch him!"

He shouted loudly that it was okay, Ning Zhi was fine, but the ghost behind him was so scared that he pushed Ning Zhi.

So Ning Zhi kissed the young man gorgeously in front of the old man in black robe.

"Boom~"

It also makes a sound.

The soft and elastic touch under the lips frightened Ning Zhi. Even though the boy had a face like Mu Sheng, he was still a dead man.

He really doesn't have this habit.

"Get out here! Get out here!"

The old man in black robe seemed particularly irritable, as if Ning Zhi was kissing him instead of the boy.

Unfortunately, Ning Zhi was only 1.87 meters tall and 1.869 meters tall, so the more he said this, the more Ning Zhi didn't want to come out.

The coffin is bright, the boy is soft, and comfortable~

Everyone who followed the black-robed old man in were also stunned. How could this messenger of the witch god be so bold as to desecrate the corpse of their young master!

"Messenger, don't force me to attack you." The old man in black robe lifted his veil, revealing a face as wrinkled as old tree bark. He looked to be definitely over ninety years old.

The coffin was very large. Ning Zhi sat on the side, trying not to press the boy in the coffin. "To attack me is equivalent to disrespecting the witch god. Elder, have you thought it through?"

According to the plot, there is only one person of this age in the Star Spirit Clan, and that is the chief elder of the clan, an old man who desires immortality.

[Lord God, according to the plot, he has died suddenly now, but because of the invasion of this foreign spirit, the plot has changed, you have to be careful. ]

"You defile the dead, how dare you mention the witch god?"

They in Nanjiangling believe in witch gods and respect the dead. Ning Zhi is courting death by doing this.

Ning Zhi leaned on the coffin with one arm, the cold hand still moving behind his waist. He ignored the strange touch and said, "Which eye of yours saw me defile the dead?"

"You still dare to quibble? Everyone in the hall saw it. You are shameless. You actually... Humph!" The old man in black robe snorted coldly, acting as if he was unable to speak.

"Is that so?" Ning Zhi curved his lips, lowered his head in front of everyone, and kissed the corner of the boy's lips... on his thumb.

From everyone's perspective, it looked like he kissed the young master again.

"Ning Zhi, you're looking for death!" The old man in black robe stepped forward to pull him out, but was blocked by Ning Zhi with his divine power.

“Have you heard the story of the prince kissing the sleeping beauty to wake her up?” Ning Zhi activated his divine power, and golden light gathered in his palm.

"I'm saving him."

It's just bullshit, he's good at it.

The black-robed elder was pushed to the door of the mourning hall by a mysterious force. He was startled for a moment, and when he raised his eyes again, he saw the mysterious light source in Ning Zhi's palm.

Is this the power of the witch god?

If he drinks all of Ning Zhi's blood, will he also be able to possess this power?

The greed in his heart gave birth to evil, and his eyes gradually deepened as he looked at Ning Zhi.

"What do you mean by saving someone? You are just making excuses for yourself. Come on, pull him out and drag him to the Gu Tomb!"

There are tens of thousands of poisonous insects roaming around in the Gu Tomb. The reason why it is called a tomb is because those poisonous insects are untamed and kill each other every day.

When everyone heard such a punishment, they felt a chill all over their bodies.

Ning Zhi sneered. These people were not enough for him to slap a few times.

Just as those people were about to make a move, a soft hum suddenly came from the coffin.

Ning Zhi blinked and lowered his head, meeting a pair of black eyes.

The young man had a face exactly like Mu Sheng's. He looked at Ning Zhi with eyes as thick as ink and filled with some indescribable meaning.

"Young Master is awake!"

Someone shouted, and everyone gasped in shock.

What a relief! They saw the dead come back to life!

Everyone rushed forward, passing the great elder, and leaned over the coffin to look at it again and again, with surprise on their faces. After confirming that the young master was awake, they all looked up at Ning Zhi, their eyes shining and their reverence almost overflowing.

The witch god appeared, this is the real witch god messenger!