Overlord Husband Secretly Reborn

Jiang Wenluo held the long tentacle as if it was a treasure, held it in his arms, and caressed its body like a cat or a dog.

The tentacle curled up into a small ball in the palm of his hand, and soon became very obedient again, obediently under Jiang Wenluo's palm.

Jiang Wenluo sat on the ground, closed his eyes and kissed it lightly, exhaled slowly, as if reborn after a catastrophe.

There was a wet, fishy and sweet feeling between his lips, which belonged to Liang Yaowen. That familiar feeling almost made him shudder.

He almost enjoyed the tenderness of this moment.

Liang Yaowen's scent permeated every inch of the air, making Jiang Wenluo fall in love with this weird space.

In a trance, it gives people an illusion - he is willing to stay here forever.

Jiang Wenluo turned his head, looked at the rest of the dead tentacles around him, and suddenly felt that his blood was not enough, but since there was hope, he had to give it a try.

So Jiang Wenluo opened the "door" and wanted to go to the kitchen to get a knife.

He doesn't know what time it is outside now, the sky outside is dark and still bitingly cold, the full moon exudes a ceramic-like luster, all the camellias have withered, the ice and snow have been like a day for ten years, and the cold wind blows and stabs like a knife. On Jiang Wenluo's body.

The villa is dark with lights, like a sleeping monster.

Jiang Wenluo was only wearing a thin piece of clothing, most of his skin was exposed, and he was shivering from the cold, but there was a strong joy in his eyes.The villa is in a very secluded place. When Jiang Wenluo came out, he was holding a knife in his hand. He suddenly heard a hazy noise from far away——he had never heard such a sound before, it was almost like walking around. In a residential building in a busy city, many people chatted endlessly.

It was obviously a snowy night, and it should have been silent, but there were few lights in the distance.

It felt like... two worlds were superimposed, and at a certain moment, a passage was formed.

But Jiang Wenluo didn't have time to think too much, so he calmly returned to the door with the knife in his hand.

The luxurious decoration of the villa was jointly designed by him and Liang Yaowen, but Jiang Wenluo didn't have much nostalgia at this time. When he returned to the door and saw the pile of tentacles again, he felt his heart settle down.

For some reason, when he was outside this door, he felt a little uneasy.

But now, Jiang Wenluo thought he was safe.

"I'm back—" Jiang Wenluo's heart overflowed with heavy tenderness, and he had a one-sided conversation with Liang Yaowen.

Jiang Wenluo didn't think too much, just raised his hand, and slashed a deep and visible scar on his heart. He didn't say a word, but he was willing to eat it, and a bowl full of blood was taken.

Jiang Wenluo knelt on the ground, dipped his slender fingertips into the white porcelain bowl full of blood, and then carefully applied it on a tentacle, then carefully observed Liang Yaowen's situation.

"It's really possible!" Jiang Wenluo turned his head and said excitedly to the roses beside him.

"It's amazing!" Rose raised her head and made a clear voice.

Wu Qing told him: "Jiang Wenluo, you have to be careful, don't let too much blood at one time, or you will die."

"I know, it's measured." Jiang Wenluo touched its leaves lightly, nodded seriously, with a bright smile in his eyes, "Thank you, Wu Qing."

His long reflex arc finally played a role, and doubts finally arose in his heart.

"Hey, when did you 'come back to life'?"

"It's been a long time, why did you remember to ask. When you planted the flowers, my consciousness has slowly recovered, but I'm the only one here, and I don't know where it is. No one can follow me. I spoke."

Jiang Wenluo was in a good mood. There were two shallow dimples on his cheeks. He pinched the rose twice with his fingers. He said sincerely, "It's great! I'm very happy that you can come back."

He conscientiously applied his own blood on those scorched tentacles again, and soon one after another the tentacles began to wiggle and move, like many small bugs. The strange scene made others' scalps tingle.

"This is the correct way, and he should be back soon." Jiang Wenluo murmured.

Wu Qing's leaves trembled twice, and then she shook her flower bone, "You...don't be nervous!"

"It's okay." Jiang Wenluo lowered his eyes, he remembered the matter of Wu Qing and Song Zhiyuan, and replied softly, "You...don't be sad."

"I've already thought about it. After so many years, no matter how stupid I am, I should have figured it out." Wu Qing whispered, "I just fell in love with the wrong person. I think Liang Yaowen is very good. Look how much he likes you—— "

The "resurrected" tentacles all moved around under Jiang Wenluo's palms, causing some slight itchiness, and then they moved along Jiang Wenluo's skin, wrapped around Jiang Wenluo's wrists, and stuck to his cheeks, calves, on the belly.

Jiang Wenluo soon became wet and out of shape.

His face was getting whiter and paler, his hands were trembling because of excessive blood loss, the blood dripped down drop by drop, and the white porcelain bowl soon emptied, with red wine stains on it.

"He really loves me." Jiang Wenluo said sweetly, "He has always been very, very kind to me."

"Take a break." Wu Qing rubbed against his leg.

Jiang Wenluo was sitting next to the roses, turned his head and smiled at Wu Qing, Liang Yaowen, who had been broken into pieces, stuck to Jiang Wenluo's body, and kept pushing into his arms.

"I don't know why he ended up like this." Jiang Wenluo said in a low voice, "He was going to kill me."

"The heart was fed to his mouth, and he was about to eat. But I kissed him again at the end, and he collapsed all at once."

After hearing this, Wu Qing said exaggeratedly, "Hey, it seems that you killed him!"

Jiang Wenluo was immediately amused and couldn't stop laughing, he said: "Maybe, I think he was stunned in the end."

He tilted his head, "I feel more and more now that he seems a little silly."

As soon as the word "stupid" was uttered, the tentacle immediately poked Jiang Wenluo in the stomach angrily.

Jiang Wenluo flinched, and quickly stroked it with his fingers, as if coaxing the tantrum.

The tentacles behaved again.

Jiang Wenluo embraced himself, with his chin resting on his kneecaps, his expression was abnormally soft, "I remember, when I was with Liang Yaowen just now, I always thought he was handsome and powerful. Very caring."

"He is very careful and always tolerates me."

"At most, he has a bad vision, and he fell in love with me at first sight."

"Being together for a long time, I don't know what he thinks every day, but I can feel that he loves me very much. Only that fool has strange aesthetics, thinks I'm pretty and cute, praises me every day, and doesn't dislike me."

Rose moved a bit and said: "He obviously has a very good vision. You are very kind and brave, and you are still simple. Actually, I have been with Song Zhiyuan for so many years, and I have never felt that I have been loved. It was me who pestered him. . Once I died, I felt that I was really stupid."

"Then you can't do this anymore."

Jiang Wenluo patted him, stood up, and felt that his condition was much better, so he poured out another bowl of blood.

Liang Yaowen actually feels good to the touch, he is slippery and more elastic than normal octopus feet.Jiang Wenluo couldn't help but recall the tentacle that he ate into his mouth because he was hungry at that time—Liang Yaowen really paid too much for him, and even his body became his own food reserve.

So what is your own blood?

Jiang Wenluo smeared almost half of the octopus' body with his heart and blood, and finally couldn't hold it anymore. When he stood up, his body was shaking.

He took a bite of the chocolate, feeling his body gradually warming up, and he was a little helpless.

"After they're all moving, how do I connect them together? Make them change back to Liang Yaowen?" Jiang Wenluo asked Wu Qing, "It doesn't seem to work like this now."

"They don't seem to be trying to put themselves back together."

"Maybe it's like a puzzle? There are disconnected suction cups on each tentacle, right?"

Wu Qing said seriously, using her flower bone to turn one of the tentacles upside down, "Look for it."

Jiang Wenluo sighed, he was thrown down by the octopus hanging on his body, Liang Yaowen was like an enthusiastic husky, handsome and disobedient.He stood up with difficulty, Liang Yaowen threw it down again, Jiang Wenluo was not afraid, he just caught him without a fight, but his heart was still sweet.

"However, I don't think it's a big problem to lose one or two. He has eaten his feet for me before, and the height will be a little shorter at most."

"Why don't you try sewing him up? It's like sewing a doll." Wu Qing asked suspiciously.

Jiang Wenluo picked and picked, and finally found the correct two "puzzles" from the pile of tentacles. He tried to use his own blood to connect the two pieces together, but it didn't work at all. Still nothing.

After taking out the needle and thread, Jiang Wenluo decided to try Wu Qing's suggestion.

"Husband, please bear with me. If it hurts, you can poke me, and we will find another way."

Jiang Wenluo touched the octopus's foot gently, and he pressed it carefully before piercing the sharp needle into the tentacle's skin.He raised his hand, and the thread passed through slowly, and then he rotated the tentacle, pierced the needle again from another direction, and raised the hand to lead the thread again—then he sewed up the two tentacles with the incomplete suction cup after repeating several times stand up.

Jiang Wenluo had never done needlework before, and the sewing was obviously very ugly, but he was afraid of hurting Liang Yaowen, so he couldn't bear to take it off no matter how ugly it was. Now, looking at the tentacles curled up in pain, his heart aches to death .

It took a long time for Jiang Wenluo to finally sew the two of them together completely.

- really can!

After a full 10 minutes, Jiang Wenluo happily discovered that the rhythm of the tentacles gradually became a unified whole!

At this moment, Rose quietly stood by Jiang Wenluo's side, and when Jiang Wenluo was tired, he would talk to him and urge him to eat something.

And most of the time, Jiang Wenluo sat on the ground without saying a word, with his eyes lowered, tirelessly sewing the monster in his arms, his lover, with front thread.

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