Kiss every script [Quick Transmigration]

How to describe this feeling?

It was as if a piece of ice that had been frozen for a long time was suddenly stuffed into his mouth, and the cold air could not stop coming out. The tip of the ice's tongue and teeth were numb, blocking all his voices.

At the same time, Mu Zhichan heard that low laugh again, close at hand, there was even something wet and slippery gently rubbing against his face and brushing his eyelashes, the next moment, he Being thrown violently by something invisible, he fell onto the white jade coffin lid behind him, and a bone-piercing chill came from his back.

Fuck, what the hell is this thing! ?

He is brave enough to watch a horror movie without changing his face, but that is based on knowing that it is a fiction, but at this moment, it is obviously not a fiction, but a personal experience!

Mu Zhichan cursed in her heart, trying to struggle but her body seemed to be filled with lead, so heavy that she couldn't even lift a finger, she could only be forced to accept the love and caress of this ghost.

"Click."

It was the metallic sound of a belt buckle being undone.

Mu Zhichan's eyes suddenly widened, her face was full of astonishment, and there was only one thought in her mind: the one I provoked was a erotic ghost! ?

Damn, what kind of eyes are even on my mind.

He was born as an orphan, with an ordinary appearance, except for being tall and courageous, he has no merit at all, this ghost is probably not Shi Lezhi.

As soon as he thought of this, he felt that his feet that were standing on the ground were lifted by that thing, that is to say, he was now in a state where his upper body was lying on the coffin lid and his two legs were suspended in the air. If a passer-by sees this scene, it will definitely be very exciting.

Mu Zhichan also felt very excited.

Not only feel stimulated but also feel a little cold ass.

Now he desperately hopes that this ghost can let him live after it is finished, then he will not only cooperate with its performance, but also try to ignore it as much as possible.

Nonsense, as long as you can save your life, why do you need chastity?

So Mu Zhichan emptied his mind, completely gave up struggling and calling for help, just watched the leaves of the old tree swaying gently with a peaceful face, felt the breeze gently brushing over his fingertips, and looked like the years were quiet and the past was carefree, so that the ghost Can't help but stop all actions.

Then Mu Zhichan noticed that the piece of ice in his mouth was slowly withdrawing, he moved his lower cheeks and said in a trembling hoarse voice: "Ghost, brother ghost, can we discuss it, can we go to the ground or in the house? I'm afraid Break your coffin board, well, at least I have more than 130 catties of meat..." The fastest update /mq^q717.c^om/

silence.

Silence is Wanjia Village at this time.

After such a strange stalemate for a moment, Mu Zhichan felt his body relax, and the coldness all receded. He slipped from the coffin lid and sat down on the ground.

The sound of his heartbeat was pounding in his ears, and he propped his hands on the ground to breathe heavily. Even though it was the dog days, he still felt a creepy chill, which spread along the tailbone to the back of his neck.

……

"Um... how are you?" At this moment, a pleasant and clear male voice came to my ears, Mu Zhichan raised her eyes, and saw a boy wearing a peaked cap, sweater and jeans, pulling on the door frame of the courtyard, carefully poking around. Got a brain.

"...Hello." Suddenly regaining consciousness, Mu Zhichan took a deep breath, and couldn't help feeling a little ringing in her ears, trying not to tremble in her voice.

"I would like to ask, do you know where there is a pharmacy nearby?" The boy should be two or three years younger than him, with a baby face, big eyes, white skin and long eyelashes, like a gentle and harmless little sheep .

"There shouldn't be a pharmacy in the village, right? I don't know, I just came here today." Mu Zhichan sat looking at him and said.

"Oh that's it...then do you have a Band-Aid?" The boy smiled shyly, with a small dimple on his left cheek.

"Yes." Mu Zhichan tried to stand up, but the aftereffects left by him were too great, so that he couldn't stand up because his legs were so weak, he simply asked for help: "Can you come over and help me? I accidentally fell down just now. I fell and hit a numb muscle."

"Oh okay." The boy hurried to his side, grabbed his arm and pulled him up.

It's just that Mu Zhichan just used his strength to stand up when he felt the wind blowing over his leg hair. He looked down and remained silent.

The boy followed his gaze suspiciously and looked down, silent.

"Maybe the belt buckle accidentally fell off when I fell." Mu Zhichan calmly but with difficulty leaned over to pull up the loose trousers that had fallen between her feet, and quickly buckled the belt.

The boy looked at the white jade coffin next to him, and at the bruised and purple fingerprints on his neck, but he didn't ask anything after all.

Mu Zhichan was helped into the room by the boy, and after sitting on the bed, he took his backpack, and quickly dug out a stack of band-aids.

"Thank you! I'll transfer the money to you." After saying that, the boy took out his phone and opened the xfubao page, and because of this Mu Zhichan saw a big gash in his left hand. Bleeding, but others seem to feel no pain, still smiling innocently, without any haze.

"It's not necessary, but your hand..." Mu Zhichan frowned.

"It's okay, didn't you give me a Band-Aid? Just stick it on." After saying that, the boy planned to tear off a Band-Aid for use.

"Sit down." Mu Zhichan pressed his hand that was tearing off the band-aid, and motioned him to sit down. After the other party obediently sat beside him, Mu Zhichan took out a small can of Yunnan Baiyao powder from her bag, and A small roll of gauze.

"Just tell me if it hurts." Mu Zhichan lowered his eyes and poured the medicine powder carefully on his wound, and carefully pushed the medicine powder evenly with a cotton swab.

"My name is Nan Kemian, how about you?" Nan Kemian looked at the person in front of him who was bandaging his wound with gauze for a while, then raised his lips and introduced himself.

"Mu Zhichan." Gradually, Mu Zhichan, whose legs were no longer numb or soft, casually reported her name, and tied a bow tie for him, "How did you get this injury?"

"Accidentally scratched by a steel wire." Nan Kemian sighed, "I was filming a scene in an abandoned bungalow at the end of the village, but I didn't expect that there was a steel wire on the ground, so my hand wiped it violently."

"Filming?" Mu Zhichan asked in surprise, "Are you an actor?"

"Yes, our crew is going to shoot a horror movie here. Fortunately, there are people from Wanjia Village in the crew to get such a scenic spot suitable for a horror movie in a mountain village." Nan Kemian explained, looked at his hands again and smiled Get up, "Thank you, your bandage looks really nice."

"You're welcome." Mu Zhichan stuffed the things back into the bag.

"You said before that you also just came to the village? Are you here for inspection?" Nan Kemian asked curiously.

"...No, I'm here to work." Mu Zhichan replied, but somehow felt a bit chilly, as if suddenly soaked in ice water.

Is the ghost still gone?

Thinking of this possibility, Mu Zhichan couldn't sit still on the spot, he immediately said: "Are you busy, if not, let's walk around?"

"I'm not busy. There's a little problem with the equipment on the production team, so I'm going to have a holiday this afternoon." Nan Kemian smiled softly, his black eyes seemed to have stars, and he was a very good-looking boy.

"Then let's go." Mu Zhichan immediately stood up, grabbed Nan Kemian's wrist and rushed out of the yard, until he sprinted all the way under the old tree at the entrance of the village, and he stopped panting.

But on the other hand, Nan Kemian is like a normal person, neither blushing nor panting, which makes Mu Zhichan look at this kid who is half a head shorter than him with admiration.

"Why did you run?" Nan Kemian blinked and asked, her voice was nasal and sounded milky.

"It's a bit cold, let's run to warm up." Mu Zhichan babbled solemnly, feeling delighted that the evil coolness had disappeared unconsciously, and simply sat on the protruding roots of the ancient tree, patting her body Said sideways: "Come on, little sheep, sit down."

Nan Kemian: "..."

So the boy in the peaked cap sat obediently beside him, with his legs spread wide, looking long and straight.

"How old are you?" Nan Kemian asked softly as he watched Mu Zhichan pick up a blade of grass to play with.

"22, what about you? Are you eighteen?" Mu Zhichan teased.

"I'm 24." Nan Kemian replied with a bright smile, which made Mu Zhichan's throat choke.

"It's bigger than me? It's outrageous." Mu Zhichan folded a grass sheep with grass leaves and handed it to Nan Kemian, "Send it to you, it's your reward for walking with me." The fastest update/mq ^q717.c^om/

"...Thank you." Nan Kemian silently took the grass sheep and played with it in his hands. He somehow felt that this person was a little cute. "Then you are doing an internship now?" He asked again.

"Yes." Mu Zhichan replied, and looked at Nan Kemian's face again, "Speaking of which, this is the first time I've seen a live actor."

"Hey, it's nothing more than a low-level actor outside the [-]th line." Nan Kemian waved his hand, carefully stuffed the grass sheep into the pocket of the sweater, and then took out a roll of metal wire from his trouser pocket, and pulled out a section. Then cut it off with nail clippers, and said happily: "You gave me a grass sheep, then I will give you a little hair."

Mu Zhichan watched the section of silver-gray metal wire twist and twist in Nan Kemian's slender and fair fingers, and after a while a delicate metal flower appeared in front of his eyes.

"Here." Nan Kemian curled her lips and pulled away Mu Zhichan's palm, and placed the metal flower in his palm.

At this time, it seemed that it was evening, and the setting sun in the sky was like blood, and large swathes of sunset glow spread out, casting a layer of orange light on the leaves.

"The workmanship is good." Mu Zhichan praised, picked up the metal flower to observe, it was shining brightly in the afterglow of the setting sun.

"My sister taught me." Nan Kemian said slowly, looking at the side faces of the people around him, with soft eyes.

"Then she must be a very gentle person." Mu Zhichan raised her eyes to meet Nan Kemian's and smiled.

"Why do you say that?" Nan Kemian asked after a pause.

"Feeling." Mu Zhichan said thoughtfully, and then added: "Of course, you are also very gentle."

Hearing this, Nan Kemian laughed, shook his head again and again and said in a low voice, "No, I'm not gentle, it's you who are gentle."

As soon as Nan Kemian finished speaking, a drop of icy cold water fell on Mu Zhichan's cheek, causing him to subconsciously raise his hand to wipe it. As a result, he saw the scarlet blood on his hand, his Adam's apple rolled, and his pupils shrank suddenly. .

Grass!That wasn't water at all, but thick blood!

"How can you smile at other people?"

The next second, such a ghostly and low-pitched words came from his ear, full of coldness and death, his scalp was numb and his back felt cold, and cold sweat covered his forehead in an instant.

The author has something to say: the beauty effect is the filter that Chan Chan has in her dreams

Help, help me, what made my little cuties imagine that a 1.9-meter strong man is dancing and covering his face, this, ah, this... Although I want to say that the body size of each script is also biased, but sorry, I also have pictures qaq , is Mu Meng a devil orz