Overlord Husband Secretly Reborn

The cold wind swept across Jiang Wenluo with snowflakes the size of wheat grains, and when he opened his eyes, they were all dark white.

Jiang Wenluo first fell to the ground due to the sense of weightlessness, and then slowly opened his eyes—this is still the original cemetery.

Jiang Wenluo's clothes were still wet, and now when the wind blew, it stuck to his body like ice, and he shivered immediately.

The street lamp around him shimmered a little, which stretched Jiang Wenluo's shadow very long, making him look lonely.After a while, Jiang Wenluo let out a breath, lowered his head, rubbed his hands, and walked forward slowly.

Where is the car in the cemetery late at night?

Now Jiang Wenluo didn't have a mobile phone with him, so he couldn't hail a car, so he could only walk back step by step.Fortunately, Jiang Wenluo has a pretty good memory, and he remembers the way he came here before.By the time he arrived at the bustling street, Jiang Wenluo had already walked exhaustedly for more than two hours. He was completely frozen and supported his body only by his consciousness.

In a daze, Jiang Wenluo hailed a taxi and sat in it directly.The warm air let him breathe a sigh of relief, his body seemed to have thawed out, and after telling the driver where he was, his sleepiness slowly rose.

Drowsy, Jiang Wenluo dreamed of Wu Qing again—his painting.

The tall, thin and good-looking young man silently looked ahead.The day when the time in the room stopped was very likely to be the day of Wu Qing's death. He was full of satisfaction, and his love that lasted for several years ended in the most tragic and absurd way.

In Li Xiaoyu's calendar, he deliberately recorded the day when Song Zhiyuan was promoted to the title of deputy senior professional, and Song Zhiyuan was only 30 years old - he was already young and promising.Jiang Wenluo couldn't help guessing, did Song Zhiyuan fail Wu Qing just because of these things?

It is not difficult to understand.

Looking at the blurred spots of neon lights on the car window in front of him, Jiang Wenluo couldn't help but smiled wryly.Maybe it was because he and Wu Qing had many similarities, that's why Jiang Wenluo felt so sad.

... Fortunately, fortunately, he met Liang Yaowen, a very good person.

But Wu Qing was sleeping in the soil forever.

Jiang Wenluo took out Wu Qing's roses from her bag, groped the soft petals of the plant with her fingers, and exhaled slowly.

It was already early morning when we got home, Jiang Wenluo's movements were very light, so he quietly entered the door without waking up the servant.He touched his forehead with his backhand, feeling that he might have a fever, and when he was about to get some medicine, he heard a very faint voice not far away, "Meow..."

"Xiaowen?" Jiang Wenluo's breath was hot.

He put the roses in a vase, and hurried to the room to find his cat.

——The little fluffy animal huddled up in the cat's nest in the corner, looking at Jiang Wenluo with green, very round eyes, it looked like a small ball of wool.Jiang Wenluo pursed his lips, hurried over, knelt down on the ground, and rubbed the cat's head.It was warm, like a small stove, being touched by Jiang Wenluo, it curled up comfortably into a small ball, half-closed its eyes.

"I'm back." Jiang Wenluo said softly.

He held the cat in his arms very carefully, glanced at the cat bowl, and after confirming that there was still water and food in it, he carried it outside with confidence.But the small text is fluid, and it becomes very long at once, and it is about to fall from Jiang Wenluo's arms.

Jiang Wenluo frantically tried to support its butt again, but ended up being top-heavy, and kicked the wooden foot of the bed without paying attention——

His face immediately turned pale with pain, and he bent down with a muffled grunt. Xiaowen jumped out of his arms, gave Jiang Wenluo a paw, and landed lightly on the ground, looking at Jiang Wenluo with disgust. Run away quickly with tail cocked.

Jiang Wenluo, "..."

He let out a breath, feeling a little stupid by himself.

His toes were still hurting. Jiang Wenluo felt that his fever might have reached 38 degrees. He felt dizzy and dizzy. He didn't have the strength to stand up extra. He could only sit on the carpet, take off his socks, and look at his toes. .

Jiang Wenluo's feet were very thin, like white jade, with obvious cyan blood vessels on them, and a small piece of cyan was already green on the front.There seemed to be a sharp knife cutting back and forth in his throat, making Jiang Wenluo speechless.It may be that people who are ill are inevitably fragile, so Jiang Wenluo slowly felt a little sad. He put his hands on his stomach, but Liang Yaowen inside remained still.

"I hurt so much." Jiang Wenluo lowered his head and whispered, "You should be able to come out, right? Then why don't you let me see you."

As long as he pokes his stomach, the bump representing Liang Yaowen will move away directly, avoiding his movements.

Jiang Wenluo's eyes were a little red, as if he was wronged or coquettish, "I have a fever, and you don't care about me. It turns out that if I touch a little bit, you will feel distressed for a long time."

"I won't do anything to you, why do you avoid me? Can't you even touch it?"

There is no sound in the body.

But... when he saw the roses on the table, the lump stuck in Jiang Wenluo's throat slowly disappeared again, and he coaxed himself back up again, seriously thinking: Jiang Wenluo, don't be too dissatisfied.

No matter what happened to Liang Yaowen—he may have lost his memory after being resurrected from the dead, or he may suddenly dislike him—but at least Liang Yaowen is alive.There is hope in life, and there is opportunity in life.

It's no big deal, the big deal is to start all over again.

Gritting her teeth, Jiang Wenluo stood up, and decided to put a tub of bath water for herself.

The heat was rising, and the pajamas and underwear were put aside. Jiang Wenluo's tense nerves were finally relaxed in the hot water. He closed his eyes, and the smell of essential oils in the air made him breathe out, and his drowsiness slowly subsided. , wrapped his body.

Rationality was telling Jiang Wenluo not to take a long bath while sick, but his body didn't listen.

From the day the news of Liang Yaowen's death came, Jiang Wenluo's condition was very poor.Crimson slowly spread down from Jiang Wenluo's cheeks, his skin was slightly wrinkled, and he seemed to have fallen into a boundless dream.

The warm light was dimmed by him, and when it fell on the water, it shimmered on Jiang Wenluo's body. Half of his naked body was bright and half dark, and the scars were hidden in the shadows. It was the half of the intact profile.Because of being wet by water, the tail of his hair was slightly curled and stuck to his cheek.

—He looks very handsome in this way.

The vertical and horizontal scars on his body were interlaced on his porcelain-like skin, making him look full of fragility and contradictory beauty.

His breathing was very slow, his chest rose and fell so little that he was so fragile that he couldn't bear a single blow.

Jiang Wenluo fell asleep.

Therefore, he could not see that the water had quietly changed at some point.

There was an opening in his abdomen first, but no blood flowed out.On the contrary, what came out of his stomach was a misty black shadow——

It turned into substance in Jiang Wenluo's gentle breathing, turning into a naked man with wet body.It's just unbelievable that his appearance... is always changing, and his state looks very unstable.

It looked like Liang Yaowen for a while, and then his face disappeared again, turning into a dark monster with several tentacles with mucus attached to the lower limbs, which looked thick and long, and had no eyes. Instead, the tentacles had Several raised black spots.

In a few microseconds, it—or he, changed its appearance several times.For example, his current appearance looks like... the TV reception is unstable, only the height has not changed.

The air in the bathroom suddenly increased in density and became very viscous, pressing down heavily.The water vapor was already very heavy, but now Jiang Wenluo looked as if he could not breathe, his cheeks were red, and he was breathing heavily.

Liang Yaowen sat up, with no expression on his face, only looking at Jiang Wenluo's sleeping face, as if very curious, his eyes were dark, and there was a thick fog rolling in.In the next second, he supported the water tank, walked out of it, stood by and looked at Jiang Wenluo.

Maybe it was because Jiang Wenluo was fast asleep and couldn't see his appearance. This made Liang Yaowen feel relieved, and there were several more tentacles under his body, and his face disappeared again.

Liang Yaowen is now a complete monster.

——The dark monster was lying on the side of the bathtub, leaving wet marks on the ground. The suction cup was sucked on the tile, and a tentacle stretched out, poking Jiang Wenluo's cheek.

...soft and warm.

It looked very satisfied with the feel of the hand, so it stretched out a few more tentacles, and poked Jiang Wenluo's face again.

Then he poked again with a bit of strength.The black monster didn't withdraw its hand until it saw a small red spot on Jiang Wenluo's face.

Jiang Wenluo's body temperature rose a lot, and his heartbeat also accelerated.

The monster may feel that this is not good, and the host may die, so its whole body covered it, completely entangled Jiang Wenluo's body, quickly lifted Jiang Wenluo out, and moved it to the bedroom. Middle, where it looks the softest.

Except for mucus, Jiang Wenluo's body was water. He frowned slightly, and his body was lying on Liang Yaowen's bed, looking really bad.

There was a small piece of bruise on his toe, and the monster slowly moved over, as if touching there—

But when it just wrapped around Jiang Wenluo's ankle, Jiang Wenluo's body visibly froze and trembled slightly.

"Hmm..." Jiang Wenluo rubbed his feet on the sheet unconsciously, curling up his body.

The moment he was about to open his eyes in a daze - the black shadow quickly fled back again.

Jiang Wenluo opened his eyes, only to see a room full of moonlight.

...and at this moment, red marks were all over his body, as desolate and seductive as a blooming rose.