Cannon Fodder Is King [Transmigration]

It was already the next morning when Duan Congyan woke up.

He lay in Meng Zezhi's arms, his posture was the same as the morning before, and he could even put Meng Zezhi's face even closer to his lips.

Xie Guangsheng knows how to take care of it, and it doesn't sound very pleasant to say, after all, he eats by face.

Before Meng Zezhi came, Xie Guangsheng, who was in his forties, looked not much different from Xie Bowen, who was 24.

After Meng Zezhi arrived, he lost a lot of blood because he had a fight with a woman in red. He grew older than a teenager, but he still looked handsome, angular, slender, and shoulder wide. A handsome middle-aged uncle with a narrow waist.

-At least when frowning, no forehead lines are visible on the forehead.

Thinking of this, Duan Congyan really kissed him.

How to say it, dry, itchy, accompanied by a numb touch, instantly spread from the lips to the whole body.

Duan Congyan curled up his toes, and then found that his **** was being held in his hands as if kneading dough, squeezing and squeezing.

Meng Zezhi's eyes were smiling, and his voice was mellow and magnetic. He said, "If you like it, wait until your hands are ready and let you kiss him."

Duan Congyan was short of breath, his face flushed, from the neck to the back of his ears.

He silently moved his body back, not allowing his thigh to rest on the hot rod that suddenly swelled in Meng Zezhi's lower body.

Meng Zezhi knows his heart well, but smiles silently. He enjoys the youthfulness of his lover.

The two of them just cuddled together and lay together, and when the sun rose high, Duan Congyan also slowed down from his shame, as if thinking of something, he breathed slowly.

Noting his abnormality, Meng Zezhi, who was closing his eyes and rested, opened his eyes: "What?"

After a long silence, Duan Congyan hesitated and asked: "You came to me the night before, do you want to get rid of me?"

This was what he expected. Don't look at Xie Bowen's well-behaved person, and his temperament is not small. He didn't have a choice before. Now that Meng Zezhi has turned over, they naturally have more room for choice.

"Right." Meng Zezhi said frankly.

The corners of Duan Congyan's lips were almost in a straight line: "Then why have you changed your mind now?"

Meng Zezhi stretched out his hand to hold Duan Congyan's hand on his heart, and said half-truth: "I just thought about it carefully, who is Duan Congyan? The top five diamond king in Beijing, Jia Zi Billions of billions, good-looking, but just blindly saw me such a bad old man, how stupid I must be to push the daughter-in-law who was sent to the door outside!"

Duan Congyan said: "You are not old."

He has thought about it. Generally speaking, a man's sexual ability can last until the age of 60. As long as it is well maintained, there are still fertility at the age of 70 or even 80 or 90.

Some time ago, the news also reported that a 90-year-old man in India gave birth to a boy with his 50-year-old wife!

Meng Zezhi is 42 years old this year, and he is 27 years old this year.

Needless to say, it is the time when he is full of energy. Meng Zezhi's body is not bad either-his abdominal muscles under his elbow can testify to this, and it is expected that it will not be a problem for another 20 to 30 years.

He is not greedy at all.

Meng Zezhi did not know that Duan Congyan had already planned their future **** life after just such a short while.

He stretched out his hand and took out the phone from under the pillow and turned it on. "It's half past seven. It's time to get up. How is your hand? Does it hurt?"

It's okay for Meng Zezhi whether he said it or not. When he said that, Duan Congyan's attention was focused on his wrist, and his breathing was sudden for half a minute.

But he still said: "It's much better already."

Meng Zezhi was able to guess what he was thinking about where he slept in the same bed for decades.

He lifted the quilt on his body: "You go wash first, I'll get some ice cubes on it."

"Yeah." Duan Congyan couldn't stop the corners of his lips. He enjoyed the thoughtfulness of his new boyfriend.

Breakfast is made by Han Daqin, egg bread bone porridge.

When Xie Bowen put the fried fried dough sticks in a bowl on the table, he looked up and saw his dad breaking the peeled eggs into several pieces and putting them in the Duan Congyan bowl.

Xie Bowen was stunned. His father had never shown off his affection with Duan Congyan in the crowd before. He was used to it. It was just the scene before him. How should I say, I always feel that something is weird.

Before he could figure it out, Han Daqin's assistant arrived, and he brought the truth about Lu Huaijin's death.

Meng Zezhi picked up four photos from a pile of photos and arranged them one by one.

The assistant met and said quickly: "This is a live photo taken from the local police station."

Li Wenhuan was the eldest young master of a warlord family in Geng Province during the Republic of China. He later died on the battlefield and was buried on the boundary of Gejia Village.

Gejia Village is located deep in the mountains and old forests, and every family lives on hunting. On this day in mid-March, the hunting team in the village was conducting the last hunt before the mountain was closed. Due to the slippery road on a rainy day, a hunting team member accidentally stumbled and fell into a pit.

When other people held torches and went down to save people, they discovered that there was something else in the pothole.

The walls of the pit were carved with crooked lines, and several sarcophagi were buried in the middle of the pit.

Looking at these coffins, the hunting team's eyes flashed green.

What does the sarcophagus show? Explain that this is an ancient tomb.

What is the most important thing in the tomb? Funeral goods!

If you get two pieces and resell them, they can eat and drink for the rest of their lives.

No one wanted to miss the opportunity to make a fortune, and the people on the hunting team reached a consensus in an instant. But no matter how they push the coffin lid, the coffin lid does not move like a mountain.

After exhaustion, seeing that there was really no way, the leader of the team gritted his teeth and sent someone to the town's quarry to buy three fuses.

After the three loud noises, the gunpowder had not cleared. The team members covered their noses and mouths. They were different from what they had imagined. There were no burial objects in the sarcophagus, only a skeleton. Under the impact of the explosion of the detonator, it turned out to be Intact.

Seeing this, everyone shuddered in unison, wishing to immediately flee this ghostly place that seemed so gloomy.

But they didn't want to, the moment they turned around, Li Wenhuan fell from the sky.

After a fight, Li Wenhuan had a complete victory. Except for a few brisk team members who escaped from his life, the other hunting team members fell into his hands.

The young people of Gejiacun are all in the hunting team. If something goes wrong with them, Gejiacun will be over.

After the village chief learned about this, he put together a handful of old bones and went up the mountain.

Unexpectedly, Li Wenhuan's request was only for Gejiacun to compensate him for his wife. Both men and women are fine, but they must be virgins.

The village head was overjoyed, but who in the village would want to marry his child to a ghost, the village head had no choice but to call the idea to the outer village.

A few days later, when Lu Huaijin's uncle heard the news, he came to the door and exchanged Lu Huaijin's three hairs for 30,000 yuan.

The head of Gejiacun took these three strands of hair from Li Wenhuan and replaced the young and strong hunting team member.

After they returned to the village, the next night, Lu Huaijin, who looked so nervous, went into the mountain.

The next morning, Lu Huaijin came back. He had returned to normal, but the core inside had become Wan Zihuai.

After Wan Zihuai left, all people in Gejia Village had gone into the potholes. There were more than 30 young and strong people plus the village chief, sickness, paralysis, and death—after all, it is the tomb of a century-old ghost. Yin Sha, Yin Sha enters the body, neither death nor injury.

The villagers of Gejia Village reported to the police in fear.

Meng Zezhi's gaze scanned the four photos one by one.

If he read it right, the crooked patterns carved on the walls of the potholes should be a special kind of rune, but they are almost destroyed now.

With a half-buried sarcophagus, a stone pillar with a lock in the corner of the pothole...

"Devil May Cry!" Meng Zezhi narrowed his eyes.

"What?" Han Daqin asked.

"A formation method to suppress Li ghosts. The sarcophagus is the formation eye, and the carvings on the wall are the formation formation." At this point, Meng Zezhi's eyes were dim: "The only way to break the formation is to be the relatives of the suppressed. The blood of the human being is sacrificed, and the soul is sacrificed.

Xie Bowen immediately felt a chill in his heart, and he asked, "Is his wife a close relative?"

Meng Zezhi nodded. Here, things are already clear.

For unknown reasons, Li Wenhuan was suppressed in the pothole. The Gejiacun hunting team used a detonator to destroy the sarcophagus and released Li Wenhuan. At this time, Li Wenhuan was still suppressed by the formation and his strength was inadequate. He gave away a wife.

Then Lu Huaijin died, and Li Wenhuan fell in love with the reborn Wanzi at first sight.

It's miserable, it's miserable.

From the perspective of Lu Huaijin, the reputation of being framed first was discredited, his parents died in a car accident, and his family property was invaded by his uncles, and finally, they were sold to Li Wenhuan by these greedy uncles for a vaginal marriage, and his soul was lost.

This is not the most disgusting.

The most disgusting thing is that after he died, the arms of all the sons who occupied his body and the enemies who killed him lived a life of good sex.

"Uncle Xie, what should we do now?" Han Daqin asked.

"Li Wenhuan is absolutely necessary, as for Wan Zihua..." Meng Zezhi thought for a while, and had an idea in his mind.

He asked: "When will Wan Zihuai come back?"

Han Daqin said immediately: "I asked about this. In half a month, the film should be finished."

"Good." Meng Zezhi nodded.

That being the case, it would be better to start with Wan Zihuai.

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