An Zimo's nerves were tense, and he looked in while pulling the coffin with both hands.

Under the dim light, the person he called his mother slept peacefully in it.

An Zimo's pupils trembled, and his heart was stunned. He didn't even know that he would think of it! The huge shock made him unstable, and he fell into the coffin without paying attention.

Gan!

An Zimo's eyes were fierce, and his small hands supported his upper body to climb up, only to find that there was a very soft cushion inside.

Patter.

Small strings of lights lit up on both sides of the coffin.

An Zimo's spine froze, and he slowly turned his head and looked over.

An wanted to sleep with dim eyes, rubbed his eyes, and it took a long time to see the intruder clearly, "Zimo?"

She was wearing floral pajamas, her messy hair wrapped her sleepy face.

An Zi Mo Muzhu did not answer.

An wanted to wake up a lot after his troubles, "Zimo, why don't you sleep?" He glanced over the small clock on the bedside, and the hour hand would point to 2 o'clock.

"You, you, you—" An Zimo pointed at An and missed you for a long time, but didn't want to continue pretending to be demented, and finally expressed surprise in his heart, "You sleep in a coffin?!"

An Xiang blinked innocently: "Can't you?"

"The dead will sleep in the coffin!"

"Yes, the dead still sleep in the urn." Ann wanted to say, "I can't go to sleep in the urn."

An Zimo choked in his throat, suddenly dumb.

The mother and the son stared at each other in the air, wide-eyed and small-eyed.

An could not figure out why An Zimo came to her room so late. After thinking about it, it suddenly became clear: "Son, are you not used to sleeping in a crib?"

"Yeah." An Zimo did not deny that the broken crib was indeed unaccustomed to sleeping.

An Xiang's eyes flickered strangely: "I know! Do you want to sleep in the coffin with your mother, too."

"..." Who the **** wants to sleep in a coffin with you! Get sick!

"If you like it, I'll make a custom one for you tomorrow." An Xiang promised, patting her chest.

It is understandable that the son wants to sleep in the coffin. After all, half of his body has vampire genes. A vampire who does not sleep in a coffin is not an orthodox vampire!

"You can sleep with me first tonight." An Xiang moved aside, carefully pulled his pillow to the center, and patted the mattress boldly, "Come on, mother's coffin divides you in half."

An Zimo people are stupid.

God's **** coffin divides you in half, put it here for burial?

"No…"

An Xiang didn't wait for him to finish the last word, and then fished him aside with one arm.

"Son, don't be shy, he's very comfortable." She specially customized a soft mattress that fits the coffin. The quilt is made of cool and breathable silk quilt. There is an aroma lamp next to it, so there is no need to worry about the unpleasant smell. There is also WIFI. When Ann wants to go out, she will spend the whole day watching novels and movies in her small coffin.

"Should the coffin board be covered?"

"..." Will be suffocated to death.

As if he heard his voice, An Xiang replied intimately: "I opened the vent to the coffin, so I don't have to worry about being suffocated."

"..."

Oh, what vents should be opened, wouldn't it be good to just suffocate to death? It is best to dig a hole under the coffin. Once the person dies, the coffin is covered. The burial service is one-stop, and there is no middleman to make the difference.

An Zimo suddenly felt that he was a fool who had planned carefully before.

Judging from this woman's behavior, she couldn't do such a difficult thing as serial murder.

"Son, why aren't you sleeping?" He kept moving beside her, seeming to be restless.

An wanted to put the quilt on An Zimo, thinking back to the parenting manual that she had read not long ago. It said that when the baby encountered insomnia, it was because they were upset and needed the comfort of the mother, so it was best to sing a lullaby.

Since childhood, no one has ever sang a sleeping song to Ann, but he has learned some from the movies.

She cleared her throat, gently tapped her son’s belly, and began to sing following the tunes in the movie: "The night is here, are you hungry? What do you want to eat, the women on the roadside are all for a sumptuous dinner..."

An Zimo's eyelids twitched, faintly feeling bad.

"The moonlight is here, haven't you finished eating? Be careful and be careful, be careful before the sun rises, and don't make any noise..."

"What are you singing?" An Zimo asked.

An thought: "Slumber."

"..." It's a soul-stimulating song.

The lullaby was melodious and slow, and An Xiang's voice gradually lowered as he sang, and finally disappeared completely.

She put her arms on An Zimo's body, completely confining the soft body in her arms.

The night is quiet, the basement is exceptional.

Sniffing the fragrance from An Xiangshen, An Zimo fell into a daze for the first time.

The mother beside her was completely different from what she remembered in her behavior or lifestyle. She didn't know how to hit or curse, and she often thought of strange things that she didn't understand.

Is it the butterfly effect caused by rebirth? Or she hasn't fully exposed her nature.

Judging from the current house, her life is not very good. If he exposes his IQ, he may not be used as a tool to make money by her as in his previous life.

It is not a good thing to be too smart, including the ability to read minds, which may cause murder at any time.

Since An wants nothing to do for the time being, what he has to do next is to continue to pretend to be stupid and tentative, until she shows her feet.

An Zimo secretly made up his mind, slowly yawned, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

****

A good night's dream.

An Xiang's biological clock has always been punctual, and immediately opened his eyes at six one.

Under the dimly flowing light in the basement, a small face came into my eyes.

He was sleeping soundly, with his calves resting on An Xiang's stomach, and he was sucking his fingers unconsciously in his sleep.

The baby's eyelashes are long and thick, naturally curled like a doll, and the sleeping face is even more innocent and cute, not at all inaccessible and fierce when he wakes up.

An Xiang looked at her son for a long time, and the more she looked at it, the more adorable she became, especially the baby's fat face with a touch of plateau red, which made people want to take a bite.

The son's blood smells very fragrant, like a milkshake mixed with mango.

There were two noises in her stomach, and she secretly glanced at An Zimo who had not yet woken up, slapped her lips, opened her mouth and lowered her mouth to the round face.

"Oh!"

An Zimo woke up instantly.

"What are you doing?" An Zimo, who came out of the dream, was still in a sleeping room, covering his face and looking in confusion. After speaking, he closed his eyes again, turning over and leaving An Xiang with an arrogant back.

Listening to the even breathing, An Xiang patted her chest with lingering fears. Fortunately, it's okay. If you really can't help but eat your son, you can't tell.

She stepped down from the coffin carefully, and when she was up the stairs, she tripped to the ground again by the piece of rotten wood.

An Xiang got used to it, calmly got up and patted the dust on her skirt, and naturally left and walked into the kitchen.

Breakfast doesn't need to be too complicated. Ann decided to simply make a sandwich, and then took his son to the coffin shop to make a coffin for sleeping.

Yes, I have to go to the milk tea shop given by the customer service. If the materials are complete, it can open at any time.

Concentrating on work, An Xiang's wrist was unstable, and the kitchen knife pulled away, and the sharp blade directly cut through the index finger.

The bright red blood flows out of its own mouth and is mixed with the juice of tomatoes.

She was stunned at the wound, the fragrant smell of blood came out, and she couldn't help beating her sanity.

She felt so hungry in her abdomen that An wanted to swallow her saliva, and said, "...It smells good." She couldn't help licking her dry lips, and slowly put her injured finger in her mouth and sucked twice.

It was that bite that almost didn't make Ann want to vomit.

"So fishy!"

Perhaps the sense of smell is too sensitive, so the sense of taste is also better than that of ordinary people.

The human body cannot accept the blood, the rust gas pervades the mouth, the stomach is upset, and the whole body is filled with resistance.

But-

An wanted to look at the wound that was still bleeding, "It smells good..." After speaking, he took a breath again without giving up, "Woo, it's fishy."

"Hey, I smell so good."

"Woo, I'm so fishy."

An Xiang's thinking jumped repeatedly between these two senses.

An Zimo, who had just come out of the coffin, was dumbfounded at the bewildering human behavior in front of him, his eyebrows jumped fiercely, and he turned and left silently.

-Let's go back to the coffin, it is much safer inside.

An Zimo, who returned to the basement, was tripped to the ground again by the broken wooden steps. He curled his eyebrows and got up to pat the soil, pretending to climb back to the coffin without incident.

An Xiang didn't notice that his son had come out, and he quickly bandaged the wound for himself. Because there was no way to drink delicious blood, the whole person was in an extremely low state.

An Zimo didn't want to have any conversations with her mother who behaved strangely. After breakfast was prepared, she sat quietly on a chair to eat breakfast. Not to mention, this sandwich was weirdly delicious.

"Wait a minute." Ann wanted to stop him.

An Zimo stopped chewing and looked up.

Ann wanted to raise his hand and take out one of the tomatoes: "There is the blood I just got on it."

Oh, no wonder it tastes so sweet.

An Zimo swayed his calf and ate the remaining sandwiches in two bites.

"We will go out to buy you daily necessities in a while. If Momo has other things we want, we can also mention it to her mother."

It was too hurried to pick him up, and there were so many things that I didn't have time to prepare.

An Xiang sighed in her heart, suddenly couldn't help but think of the system.

She was imprisoned in the tower by her family since she was a child, unable to communicate with others, and completely unaware of the outside world. If it were not for the system, she might now spin around like a headless fly.

In the past few years of life in the human world, many places have to rely on the system.

Now the system is reported by her, and I can only rely on myself in the future.

Looking at Xiao Douding in front of him, An Xiang suddenly felt his shoulders heavy, and she felt a sense of responsibility for being a mother.

From now on, she will be the mother of a boy, and can no longer lead a carefree life like that.

An Xiang stepped forward and hugged An Zimo's little head, affectionately said: "Baby, mom will love you very much in the future."

Her son is stupid and cute, she will definitely protect him!

Make him the strongest man in the world! !

Facing his mother's sudden affectionate confession, An Zimo was expressionless and even a little disdainful, drooping the corners of his mouth and did not speak.

"Then let's go out now!"

The first stop of An Xiang's plan is the coffin shop. After customizing the coffin, go to the mall.

An Zimo was still wearing the children's clothing that he bought temporarily in the town yesterday. It didn't fit well, he was loosely caged, and his hair was messed up and left unchecked. He was like a wild kid who had escaped from the mountains.

Ann wants to decide to dress up his son first and make him the most beautiful baby in the world.

Make up his mind, Ann wants to take the wallet, carry his son, and take the car to today's first destination.

The distance is far, and the people outside the car become more and more desolate.

An Zimo felt more and more strange, and couldn't help asking: "Where to go?"

An Xiang is looking down and searching for the latest children's coffin on a certain level. When he meets the one he likes, he saves it and prepares to show it to his boss later.

Hearing An Zimo's voice, he said without looking up, "Buy you a bed."

That's it!

"Little Pig Peppa" collaboration coffin, my son will love it!

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