Kiss every script [Quick Transmigration]

The white candle was dripping with wax, and the white 囍 letter on the window looked a little gloomy under the light of the candle. Mu Zhichan took the glass of wine, and accidentally touched Wan Yijun with her fingertips. The coldness made his heart tremble.

The two drank the Hebei wine with their arms interlaced, and the clear and mellow aroma of the wine quietly drifted into the air.

Mu Zhichan's face remained calm, but in fact, he was flustered, wondering if this ghost really wanted to do the whole thing with him, right?

"Ma'am." Wan Yijun approached him, and his red wide sleeves covered Mu Zhichan's thighs, so he realized that the clothes on this ghost were not the ones he saw yesterday, but similar to those worn by ancient grooms That kind of happy clothes.

But this madam's call made him tremble, and he somehow felt that it was against harmony.

"Mr. Wan, I think we can... talk?" Mu Zhichan said cautiously, and she inadvertently glanced at the tablet in her hand from the corner of her eye, only to find that the words on it had changed into "Husband Wan Yijun's spirit tablet at some point." ".

Excuse me, this ghost will add drama to himself...

"Okay." Wan Yijun replied, drooping his eyes, pulled out the tablet in Mu Zhichan's hand and casually threw it on a round table not far away, and skillfully put his head on his thigh, and the three thousand black hair spread out, like It's a fine black satin.

Mu Zhichan looked at this ghost, he could barely feel the weight, it was as if a ball of icy cold air was pillowed on his legs, and he felt that if it was a hot day, it would be very cool.

"Can you tell me about your past?" Mu Zhichan decided to strike first, no, ghosts.

"Yeah." Wan Yijun didn't refuse, just grabbed Mu Zhichan's hand to play with, and said: "Thousands of years ago, there was a country named Dali, and I was the second son of Emperor Dali..."

The Li country is a country that has not been recorded in the history of the Hua country. Both the royal family and the common people in this country worship evil gods crazily.

Whenever a new emperor ascends the throne, a prince must be sacrificed to the evil god. The purpose is to let the evil god bless the country with good weather and long blessings, and the sacrificed prince will be named a god.

On the seventh day after the new emperor succeeds to the throne, the gods will dance their swords to pray to the gods on the royal altar. When the drumbeat stops, the gods will slay themselves in the center of the altar with a horizontal sword, and let the blood drip on the center of the totem. At this point, there will be special priests who will melt the body of the god into the jade coffin and enshrine it on the sacrificial altar, using it as a container to carry the evil god, praying for the evil god to come and bless Dali.

But at that time, Mr. Wan Yi, who was dancing the sword on the altar, was full of Mu Zhichan, maybe because of his deep obsession and longing, so that he really summoned a strand of Mu Zhichan's soul, and couldn't help but be delighted Jumping for joy, the longing in his heart that had been suppressed for a long time drove him to go up and ask for a kiss.

In this script world, he and Mu Zhichan were not in the same time and space at the beginning. He was in the ancient capital of Li Kingdom thousands of years ago, while Mu Zhichan was in modern China thousands of years later, that is to say, he had to wait 1000 years to be able to Meet his lover.

Due to the influence of the character of the character, he will often involuntarily make some behaviors, actions, and conversations that do not conform to his original personality, not to mention sometimes being forced to follow the plot, such as wearing a red dress and learning sword dancing. Yes, it really annoyed him.

So, after he swung his sword and killed himself as Wan Yijun back then, he turned into a ghost as written in the script, and then fell into a deep sleep for thousands of years, until recently the system woke him up.

……

"Then why did your jade coffin appear in Wanjia Village? Shouldn't it be buried in the tomb of the royal family?" Mu Zhichan asked the question that had been lingering in her heart for a long time, and felt very sorry for the experience of this ghost, even Still a little depressed.

How unwilling and resentful it would be for a prince to be forced to be a sacrifice by his parents and thousands of people.

"Wanjia Village was originally the place where Dali's tomb was buried. The current villagers can be said to be the descendants of the tomb guards of Dali. It's just that after a long time, they may have gradually forgotten." Wan Yijun straightened up, and sent his admiration to the cicada. In order to fix the phoenix crown, the hairpins were removed one by one.

Feeling a lightness on the top of her head, Mu Zhichan couldn't help rubbing her scalp.

"As for why they dug out my coffin so easily, it was because the ground was too humid and hot, and I couldn't sleep well, so I moved the coffin up." Wan Yijun said calmly, using pale, almost transparent The fingers kneaded and squeezed Mu Zhichan's hand.

Mu Zhichan: "..."

You are such a fresh and refined ghost.

"Then what wish do you still have?" Mu Zhichan asked cautiously, "I will try my best to help you realize it."

I beg you to reincarnate as soon as you realize it, he really can't bear it!

"I hope you can stay with me." Wan Yijun stared at him, lowering his voice: "Whether it's during life or after death."

Mu Zhichan was silent for a while, and said with a difficult tone: "Humans and ghosts have different paths."

"Different routes lead to the same goal." Jun Wanyi answered, and moved closer to him, put his hand between Mu Zhichan's five fingers and interlocked with his fingers, and said seriously: "I really like you."

Mu Zhichan froze, felt the icy breath at a close distance, subconsciously raised her head back, and said tremblingly: "But, in the scriptures, it is said that living people will die if they stay with ghosts for a long time, I think Live longer..."

"I will bless you with a long life." Wan Yijun said, "Don't worry, my yin energy will not swallow your yang energy."

"But I don't like you." Mu Zhichan was about to cry, no matter what, he was just a college student in his early 20s, and he really couldn't handle such supernatural events.

"Then who do you like?" Wan Yi Jun asked slowly with his eyes darkened.

"I don't have anyone I like yet." Mu Zhichan subconsciously replied.

"In this case, why can't you try to get along with each other?" Wan Yijun coaxed in a low voice: "I am no different from a living person except for my body temperature, heartbeat and shadow. You can even hug me in summer." Relieve the heat."

Mu Zhichan: "...What about winter?"

Wan Yijun: "I hug you to keep warm?"

Mu Zhichan had nothing to say, so she simply broke the can and said, "Anyway, you're relying on me, right?"

"Yes." Wan Yijun replied very simply.

The cicada admired him, and said with vicissitudes of eyes: "I fell asleep."

"Okay." Wan Yi-jun waved his sleeves, and the wind blowing up extinguished the candles in the room one by one.

The next day, Nan Kemian ran over early in the morning and knocked on the door.

"Why are you here so early?" Mu Zhichan rubbed her eyes and opened the door for him, then called Nan Kemian to the back room.

"I brought you breakfast." Nan Kemian smiled and put a lunch box containing steamed buns and millet porridge on the round wooden table, but just as he put it on, he felt a chill. He saw Mr. Wan Yi sitting in the shadow.

"Ah, I've already eaten." Mu Zhichan touched his nose embarrassedly when he saw the breakfast, then motioned to him to the man in red not far away and said, "Young Master Wan made it for me, you should can see?"

To be honest, Mu Zhichan did not expect that Wan Yijun, who is the prince, would prepare steamed buns, fritters, soy milk and tofu nao for him early in the morning, saying that he went to the town to buy them.

So Mu Zhichan asked at that time: "Are you rich?"

Mr. Wanyi replied, "I kept the gold leaves."

Mu Zhichan: "..."

"I can see it." The smile on Nan Kemian's face remained unchanged, and he said hello to Wan Yijun, who nodded in response.

"Then eat something with me." Nan Kemian opened the lunch box, pulled out the wooden round stool casually and sat on it, completely ignoring Wan Yijun's cold gaze.

Mu Zhichan sat beside Nan Kemian and began to eat. The two chatted while eating, and the atmosphere was relaxed and happy. But after a while, he felt someone blowing gently on the back of his neck, and then fell pregnant. It suddenly became cold.

Looking down, I saw a three or four-year-old little boy in red sitting on his lap. His pupils were pitch black, his face was round, his long black hair spread out, and his complexion became fairer, making him look soft and waxy. Yes, it's not good to be cute and soft.

Obviously, this is a Wan Yijun who has shrunk several times.

"How did you become like this?" Mu Zhichan lowered her voice a lot, as if she was afraid of scaring him. I have to say that people are visual animals, and they can't help but overflow with tenderness when they see little ones.

"It will save effort to maintain your body shape during the day." The smaller Wan Yijun hugged Mu Zhichan's neck and said softly, the voice was so sweet that the hearts of the people almost melted.

Hearing this, Nan Kemian said with a pleasant smile: "Wouldn't it be easier for Mr. Wan to sleep in the coffin?"

"I slept very well with my wife last night, and I don't feel sleepy yet." Wan Yijun rubbed Mu Zhichan's neck with his cold face, tilted his head and looked at Nan Kemian, with a hint of provocation in his eyes.

"I hope Mumu won't catch a cold." Nan Ke said with a smile on his face, and the smell of gunpowder between the two suddenly became stronger.

But Mu Zhichan didn't notice much, but felt that the smaller Wan Yijun was no longer as aggressive as he was when he was an adult, and the sense of oppression and fear brought to him was also reduced by more than half.

Just when one person and one ghost were confronting each other, while Mu Zhichan was calmly drinking sweet soy milk, a stern male voice suddenly came to his ears

"Is there anyone!! Is there anyone!!" The voice came from far to near, and soon a man in his 30s staggered in. After seeing Nan Kemian, his eyes lit up and he rushed towards He said incoherently: "Xiao Nan! Is there any signal on your mobile phone!? Call the police, there is a ghost in this village, and Zheng Feng is dead! Only a piece of skin is left hanging on the tree!" Speaking of this, a big man Just started crying.

Nan Kemian was shocked when he heard that, and said in astonishment: "What!? Brother Mo, don't worry, speak slowly."

"It's true, but no one's mobile phone has a signal, what about yours? Does your mobile phone have a signal? Hurry up and call the police, I want to leave here, leave here..." Mo Liang murmured in a trance, biting nervously With the cover of his thumbnail, the whole person seemed to be on the verge of collapse.

Mu Zhichan silently hugged the ball tightly in his arms, and immediately, Wan Yijun kissed his chin comfortingly.

At the same time, Nan Kemian took out a few tissues from his pocket and handed them to Mo Liang, and patted Mo Liang's shoulder reassuringly.

So it took a while for Mo Liang to calm down, and said with empty eyes: "It happened after six o'clock this morning. Zheng Feng and I went to the shooting site to check the equipment, and everyone hadn't come yet at that time, so only Me and him..."

The author has something to say: This is a shameless attack to grab the attention of the daughter-in-law.

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Thanks to the little angel who irrigates the nutrient solution: I am also licking cats today, and all four of them are empty of 10 bottles;

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