Pretty cannon fodder draws cards in infinite stream

Jiang Yu looked at Zhang Ji's strange behavior suspiciously, and he also moved to the window, looking out at the "people" in red wedding dresses.

"Yan, Yan Qing?" Jiang Yu stared wide-eyed without turning his head, he looked outside in surprise.

A "person" who looks exactly like Yan Qing is wearing a dark red silk wedding dress, and is being carried into a dark red sedan chair by "A Yan".

There was no wind outside, and it was still cloudy, but the green bells on the sedan chair rang softly, and the piercing suona sound outside was quite pleasant.

But "Jiang Yu" outside was wearing the groom's clothes from last night like "Zhang Ji", lying peacefully in the black coffin.

"Ding ding ding---"

The crisp ringtone seemed to be talking non-stop in Yan Qing's ear, making Yan Qing dizzy from time to time.

Yan Qing gave a bewildered "hmm", and moved his steps little by little, heading towards Jiang Yu and the others.

"What's wrong? Jiang Yu?" Yan Qing asked in a low voice.

Jiang Yu seemed to be slowed down, he turned around slowly, looking at Yan Qing with an unclear expression.

Dim lights and shadows staggered over them, and they couldn't see clearly in the dark, as if there was a hint of danger spreading among them.

But the man wearing a cheongsam and sitting leisurely drinking tea raised his eyebrows. He saw that Jiang Yu's eyes had turned a little green, becoming, a bit like a monster.

But in a flash, Jiang Yu returned to normal.

He looked down at himself hesitantly, then pinched himself fiercely, as if he had lost his mind in a daze.

Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, Yan Qing frowned worriedly, and then called out in a low voice, "Jiang Yu? Zhang Ji?"

"Yan Qing." Jiang Yu came back to his senses and trotted up to Yan Qing. He bent his big wet eyes and said to Yan Qing, "It's okay, I just got scared just now."

Just as Jiang Yu was talking, the man sitting next to them lightly lit a cigarette, propped his arms, and tilted his head to look at them.His light brown pupils were blurred by the curling smoke, his thin lips were pursed slightly, and his chin was lifted slightly, as if he was watching a play.

Yan Qing was choked by the cigarette, and stood behind him holding Jiang Yu's clothes, wrinkling his nose.

The man in the cheongsam looked up at Yan Qing who was behind Jiang Yu, and indifferently put out the cigarette in his hand again.

A head of long black hair was scattered around Xiang's shoulders, he smiled lightly and said to Yan Qing, "Does Yan Qing want to go out?"

Yan Qing was completely covered by Jiang Yu, only the hem of his clothes and the trembling fingers hanging on his sides exposed his fear.

The sound of beating gongs and drums outside has not stopped, but has become more and more noisy.The paper man-like monster sang and sang only a few lines, other than that, there was a cold and gloomy atmosphere in the air.

But Yan Qing touched the black snake's cold scales, and he mustered up the courage to say, "I want to."

As he spoke, he tugged at Jiang Yu's clothes, and poked his head out from behind Jiang Yu.

Yan Qing opened a pair of clear black eyes and looked directly in the direction of the cheongsam beauty based on her own feelings.

Zhang Ji came from the window, he raised his eyebrows and glanced at Yan Qing in astonishment, then cast a gloomy face and glanced at Jiang Yu calmly.

"Okay." The cheongsam beauty stood up slowly, his pale fingers gently hooked Yan Qing's slender wrist, and then pulled Yan Qing to the door.

He stopped at the door for a while, and when Zhang Ji was about to go out impatiently, suddenly there was no sound from outside.

Silent, absurd.

The beauty then pushed open the door and walked outside.

He calmly embraced Yan Qing's slender waist, left the black snake behind him, and moved Yan Qing closer to him.

Yan Qing opened her beautiful eyes wide, and curled up in his arms in a daze.

The cold skin stimulated Yan Qing to shiver.

In the narrow alleys, in the dark corners, there are many black coffins, many fox sculptures, and many dark red sedan chairs...

But the "people" who were still wearing the red wedding dress just now disappeared without any trace of them.

Zhang Ji squinted his dark eyes, he poked the white bell hanging on his Adam's apple, lifted it up and saw that his chest was slightly red.

Then he glanced at Jiang Yu's white bell - it was half spread by the thick red silk.As if the bell was alive, as if it would soon replace them.

Zhang Ji followed his memory and walked to the black coffin of "himself".The black coffin that had been sealed tightly was opened by him forcefully, no accident, no one was there.

On the contrary, there was a dead fox lying inside, its two paws crossed on its chest, which seemed a bit human.

Zhang Ji snorted coldly, raised the corners of his lips in disdain, and casually brought out the dead fox.

He doesn't respect ghosts, and naturally he isn't even a bit cowardly.

He randomly took out a small knife and scratched at the fox's corpse a few times, then he looked with interest at a small black mark on the lower right side of the fox's back.

"Interesting." Zhang Ji touched the black tattoo on his lower back coolly, and touched his chin with great interest.

At this time, Yan Qing was brought by the beauty in cheongsam to the dark red sedan chair full of ominous omens.

The dark light in the sedan chair wandered around, falling on Yan Qing's beautiful face from time to time, casting a dim shadow on half of Yan Qing's face during the interlacing.

Half delicate and beautiful, half pale and dark.

Yan Qing slightly rolled his delicate Adam's apple, nervously groping for this very familiar sedan chair.

Suddenly, he touched something soft, still fluffy.

Yan Qing was stunned suddenly, and his forehead was sweating nervously, soaking his broken hair.

"A dead fox." The man in the cheongsam kicked the fox down casually, pulled Yan Qing who was surrounded by panic, and pulled Yan Qing onto his lap.

His brows and eyes stretched, a little helpless, but his words seemed to be teasing, "Why are you so timid?"

Yan Qing was tightly shackled by his two arms, unable to move.It was precisely because of this small space and the man's embrace that Yan Qing's raised heart slightly relaxed.

Yan Qing blushed in embarrassment. He struggled to get down when the man's icy cold palm touched his slender neck.

"Ding Ding Ding"

The white bell hanging around his neck rang when he poked it.

"Cool." Yan Qing frowned dissatisfiedly, and he delicately pushed the man's chest that was getting closer to him.

But the man's strength was getting heavier and heavier, and he even kept gently rubbing Yan Qing's wrist and neck.Soon, that piece of skin was forced to be stained with beautiful red marks.

He doesn't like Yan Qing's bell.

And Yan Qing seemed to have fallen into an ice cellar, and was pressed tightly by a cold dead person.

It's cold.

Yan Qing was stimulated to tears by the coldness of his palm, he hated this man who was bullying him.

The man came back to his senses, and he kissed the corner of Yan Qing's eyes somewhat helplessly.Contrary to the tenderness of his eyebrows and eyes, he kept sucking Yan Qing's teardrops like a pervert, as if he was tasting his own jewelry.

The lantern outside was extinguished, and some "people" came out of the dark corner holding red candles.