Kiss every script [Quick Transmigration]

Mu Zhichan, whose hands were suddenly covered by Nan Kemian, was about to say no, when a gust of wind blew across his face. In the next second, Wan Yijun, who had returned to the figure of an adult man, tried to brush Nan Kemian's hand away coldly, but It didn't work out.

"Self-respect." Wan Yijun looked at Nan Kemian who was unmoved with cold eyes and said in a cold voice.

"Mumu's hands are very cold. It just so happens that I have enough firepower to cover him. Mr. Wan, don't misunderstand, it will be bad if Mumu catches a cold." Nan Kemian smiled with the corners of his lips curled up, his dark pupils reflected clearly Looking at the shrinking figure of Mu Zhichan.

Hearing this, Mr. Wanyi who was dressed in red wanted to refute something, but found that Nan Kemian's words couldn't find any faults. After all, in this script, his body temperature as a ghost has always been cold and cold, and he can't be like before. Cover Mu Zhichan's hand.

"It's okay, it's actually not very cold, thank you little sheep." Mu Zhichan wanted to pull her hand back as she said that, but she didn't twitch. Don't look at Nan Kemian's soft appearance with red lips and white teeth, she has a lot of strength.

At this time, a heavy quilt suddenly wrapped Mu Zhichan tightly from behind, and he was stunned for a moment.

"You can let go now." Wan Yijun said in a deep voice, and clasped Nan Kemian's wrist tightly.

"There is no conflict between the two. You wrap yours, and I cover mine." Nan Kemian wrote lightly, turning a blind eye to the cold ghost's hand clasped between his wrists, as if he could not feel the growing strength at all .

Mu Zhichan, who was forced to wrap her hands in a big quilt in the summer, said: "..."

I feel like these two have cat cakes.

"Okay, let me go, I'm very hot now." Mu Zhichan said calmly, and he couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief in his heart after one person and one ghost let go of him at the same time. Just now, there was always a weird illusion that the harem was on fire, too. Terrible.

"Today, the village chief came to me and sent me some souvenirs. Since the mobile phone had no signal, I didn't want to leave according to their yin marriage customs, so I wanted the village chief to send a message to my classmates to let them go back to work first. " Mu Zhichan stood up and put the quilt back on the bed, took out a small portable electric kettle from her backpack, poured some tea in it, and went to the kitchen to fill some tap water.

"But the village chief said: Didn't you come here alone?" Mu Zhichan put the kettle on the round table and pressed the switch, "Afterwards I went to the village chief's house to look for them, but I couldn't find them, not even them. There is no trace of staying in the guest room, and there is a layer of dust on the bedding."

"I was wondering if they would be like Wan Li before, Tiandao wiped them out spontaneously after being murdered by ghosts and monsters, but Mr. Wan told me that he didn't feel that there were any other ghosts." Mu Zhichan scratched He scratched his hair and frowned in thought.

"It's really strange to hear you say that." Nan Kemian looked at Yu Mu and said thoughtfully, and then he comforted Mu Zhichan, and said softly, "Don't worry, I will help you find them."

"Thank you." Mu Zhichan said seriously.

Seeing the two happily talking, Mr. Wan Yi couldn't help but his eyes darkened. He felt as if he had been forced to drink a big mouthful of old vinegar, and he couldn't spit it out or swallow it.

"Don't you have anything else to do?" Wan Yijun asked Nan Kemian coldly, the gloom and hostility surging in the depths of his eyes were enough to send chills down anyone's spine.

"Yes, accompany Mumu." Nan Kemian smiled without even looking at him.

Hearing this, Wan Yijun, who was standing behind Mu Zhichan, leaned over and put his arms around Mu Zhichan's neck, and kissed him on the top of his hair, then looked at Nan Kemian coldly and said: "No, he has me to accompany him." , please go back." The update is the fastest

"It's raining so hard outside, and there's no umbrella here yet, why don't you leave after the rain stops?" Mu Zhichan patted Wan Yijun's hands around his neck. After two days of getting along, he now I am no longer afraid of Mr. Wan Yi, and even think that this guy is quite cute sometimes.

For example, when you become a child.

"Have you forgotten, Mumu? You promised me to have dinner together today." Nan Ke said softly. At the same time, a bolt of lightning pierced the sky, illuminating half of his face.

"I haven't forgotten, but I heard your director say that you are going to have a meeting tonight at the edge of the forest, and I'm afraid it will delay your business." Mu Zhichan shook her head and said, turned off the power of the kettle, and poured three cups of hot tea out.

"Don't delay, not to mention that I will be very happy when I think that Mumu will enjoy the dinner I made." Nan Kemian looked at Mu Zhichan with one hand on his chin, his eyes softened into spring water involuntarily, as if watching Cute and fluffy cubs.

Mu Zhichan pushed one of the cups of tea to Nan Kemian, and when he picked up another cup to pass to Wan Yijun, he paused, and said, "Mr. Wan, are you unable to drink the tea?"

Although the tea in Yangjian is indeed undrinkable for ghosts, it is the tea brewed for him by his lover. Wan Yijun was reluctant to refuse, so he didn't say much, and took a sip of the tea with his head bowed in Mu Zhichan's hand.

Immediately, the tea that Wan Yijun sipped in his mouth seemed to have penetrated his mouth and fell directly to the ground.

Wan Yijun: "..."

Mu Zhichan: "..."

Nan Kemian: "...Pfft."

Wan Yijun looked coldly at Nan Kemian who was laughing out loud, and wanted to wring his head off.

"Ghosts can't enjoy the food and water in the yang world. Once they do, they will become like this." Nan Kemian couldn't help explaining.

Mu Zhichan immediately took a sympathetic look at Wan Yijun, seeing that he was very irritable, couldn't help but turn into a three-headed Wan Xiaojun again in a flash of red light, and then nestled back into Mu Zhichan's arms sullenly.

Mu Zhichan was overjoyed, her brows and eyes stretched rua to Wan Xiaojun's smooth long black hair, and she coaxed in a low voice: "Good boy."

The smile on Nan Kemian's face froze, and at the moment when he and Wan Yi Jun looked at each other inadvertently, they could see three words from the mocking eyes of the other party: Heh, rubbish.

So, this day passed while Mu Zhichan rua Wan Xiaojun while talking nonsense with Nan Kemian.

In the evening, when the showers had just stopped, Nan Kemian came back from the set in a storm, and his clean sneakers were stained with mud.

"I'm back." Sitting in front of the round table, Mu Zhichan said, the yellowish light above his head cast on his face, softening the contours of his face.

"Have you been waiting for a long time?" Nan Kemian flipped back the sweater hat on his head, causing a few strands of black hair to be scattered in front of his eyes.

"No, you only went to Manchuria for less than 10 minutes, and the meeting is over so soon?" Mu Zhichan took off the heat preservation covers covering the dinner plates one by one, and half of these dishes were Nanke Mian. Half of it was made by Wan Yijun, but just after finishing Nan Kemian, he went to a meeting with the crew and told him to eat first.

Mu Zhichan wasn't too hungry, so she planned to wait for Nan Kemian, and after he left, she went to the kitchen to find if there were any extra plates to cover the dishes on, and he finally found it.

So don't say that although this is a yin marriage room, all kinds of things are still very complete.

"Actually, nothing came out of the discussion, just watching them quarrel." Nan Kemian sighed, and picked up the chopsticks while sitting next to Mu Zhichan.

The red-clothed and black-haired Wan Yijun sat on the other side of Mu Zhichan, with downcast eyes, picked up a piece of sweet and sour fish with chopsticks and put it on the plate for picking.

Mu Zhichan saw it out of the corner of her eye, and couldn't help recalling the scene of this thousand-year-old ghost familiar with washing hands and making soup, and somehow moved her heart.

"Didn't I tell you to eat first?" Nan Kemian picked up a shredded sweet potato with his serving chopsticks and put it on his dinner plate.

"It's okay to wait." Mu Zhichan said, just after taking a bite of the shredded sweet potato, Wan Yijun changed the dinner plate to a small plate of fish with bones removed.

"Eat." Wan Yijun said concisely.

"...Okay, thank you." Mu Zhichan twitched the corners of his mouth, and stuffed another piece of fish into his mouth, but in the next second, Nan Kemian picked up a piece of tamales for him.

Mu Zhichan raised his eyes to look at Nan Kemian, and then he received a bright smile from the other party. He paused, and silently ate the tamales.

Wan Yijun didn't say anything, but just pushed Nan Kemian's plate away again.

Then, Mu Zhichan watched the piles of things getting higher and higher on the two dinner plates in front of her, and thought dumbly: Why are this person and one ghost so childish?

……

That night.

There is not a single star in the night sky, and the cool evening wind blows through the treetops, rustling the leaves, coupled with the meowing of cats from time to time, like the cry of a baby, it sounds very haunting.

The temperature in the cellar is very low, several incandescent bulbs hang from the top, and the projected light quietly shines on the single bed in the center of the cellar, and there are slightly worn-out medical instruments around the bed, which looks similar to the cellar. Very inconsistent.

I saw a tall and thin young man lying on the bed. His eyes were closed and his limbs were tied. He looked about twenty years old.

"Lao Wan, the goods came a bit late this time." A muscular man held an unlit chimney from his lips.

"Young people who haven't left the village in recent years, it's hard to attack." The old man's rough voice sounded, and he stood in the shadow with a cane.

"But this person doesn't look like a person from your village." He Zhongfei said with a half-smile, his tall figure showed an increasingly strong sense of oppression in the cellar.

"He is indeed not from the village." The old man said unhurriedly, "But so what? I will bring you people, and you will take the organs that you should take from them, pay the money and deliver the goods, and don't worry about anything else." , I'll finish it."

"That's right, Lao Wan, you haven't been caught after finishing it for so many years. You are indeed very skilled." He Zhongfei put on medical gloves, lowered the light on the hospital bed, and picked up the scalpel on the tray next to him.

"When are you going to get that girl's organs?" The old man watched He Zhongfei cut the young man's skin easily with a knife, and soon the cellar was filled with the smell of blood.

"Old Zhao came to pick it up the day after tomorrow." He Zhongfei replied casually, and said in a chatty way: "There is a rich man whose daughter is barren and spends a lot of money to buy a healthy womb. Fortunately, you have the goods here, saving us the power to take people by force.”

"After taking it out, tidy it up roughly. Every time it makes blood bleed out. It's really hard to wipe off the blood when the cool wind blows." The old man snorted coldly, and walked towards the steps with his hands behind his back and a cane.

"Understood." He Zhongfei responded casually.

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作者有话要说：感谢在2020061017:23:012020061120:25:24期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 2 Luge;

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 1 bottle of careful thinking;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!