Tong Lu is a beautiful woman, a sexy woman, a pungent woman, and a high-quality woman.

But the most important thing is that she is a woman who has practiced martial arts and is very good at kung fu, which allows Yang Dingtian to work her to her heart's content, and the flexible body of her martial arts practitioner can meet all his requirements.

It was the first time that Yang Dingtian was on a woman, and he basically didn't leave his hands, which gave him an excellent sense of pleasure, just like running wildly in a vast and uninhabited wilderness.

"I want to smoke. ”

When Yang Dingtian lit a cigarette and took two puffs, Tong Lu seemed to wake up and made a request.

Yang Dingtian went in, brought the cigarette to Tong Lu's mouth, let her take a puff, touched her body, and said, "Is it cold?"

"I don't know. Tong Lu's voice was still hoarse, and her eyes were a little misty, as if she was still in a state of distraction.

If this is described as a daily joke, it is stupid to grass.

Her appearance makes Yang Dingtian feel a special sense of accomplishment, such a woman, she made him look like this.

He took her into his arms and dressed her, and Tong Lu was like a two- or three-year-old baby girl, let him toss.

"Let's go back. ”

Helped Tong Lu get dressed, and then let her drink a glass of wine, Yang Dingtian asked.

"Nope. ”

Tong Lu curled up in his arms, like a lazy kitten, and her tone was also coquettish.

Yang Dingtian laughed: "You look like this, you still have to fight with the iron bowl monk, send food." ”

"I don't care. ”

Tong Lu Sarai.

Well, women at this time, of course, have the right to be coquettish.

"Okay, let's go. ”

Yang Dingtian hugged Tong Lu out of the car, this time it was strange, the door was locked at once, as if the previous toss on the front cover of the car scared the car.

It was inconvenient to hug and back, Yang Dingtian directly let Tong Lu ride on his neck with his legs and hold his head with both hands.

At this time, Tong Lu is like a lazy big white cat squatting on the shoulders of the owner, with his hands crossed on the top of Yang Dingtian's head, his chin resting on the back of his hands, and his feet are held by Yang Dingtian.

Yang Dingtian's steps were light, although he was hunched personally, he quickly walked to Qingshan Temple, but Tong Lu did not let him enter the temple, but let him go around the back of the temple and go up a hill.

There is an ancient tree in the middle of the hill, and there is a big bluestone under the tree, and Tong Lu commanded Yang Dingtian: "It's good to get there." ”

"Didn't you say you were going to fight with the Iron Bowl Monk?"

Yang Dingtian asked curiously, walked over and put Tong Lu down, but Tong Lu refused to leave his arms at all, and the whole person always relied on him, like a piece of chewed gum.

Yang Dingtian sat down, let her sit on his lap, and kissed her, this woman is seductive.

Tong Lu let out a meaningless ** in his throat, seemed to be very satisfied, shrunk his body, looked down the mountain, and said, "You really think I came to fight with him in the middle of the night, it's not." ”

"Lie to me. ”

Yang Dingtian reached out and hit her ass with a board.

Tong Lu chuckled, twisted her waist and didn't cling to it: "If you still fight, you must have been red before." ”

"It's red, it's sexier. Yang Dingtian smiled.

Tong Lu's eyes were watery.

Women are all made of water, but this woman is still covered with wildfire, Yang Dingtian found out before, to her cross-country savage, even beating her, she screamed louder and wilder.

He couldn't help but want to kiss again, but his ears suddenly moved, and he turned his head to look at Yamaguchi.

Tong Lu noticed his expression and said, "Are you here?"

"Is it the Iron Bowl Monk?" Yang Dingtian asked curiously, "So you made an appointment with him earlier?"

"Nope. Tong Lu shook her head.

Seeing that Yang Dingtian was puzzled, she laughed softly and said, "Where would I really come to fight with him in the middle of the night, I'm here to see the weird." ”

"Weird?" Yang Dingtian was even more curious now.

"Don't you say it?" Yang Dingtian slapped again.

Tong Lu laughed and laughed, hanging her hand on Yang Dingtian's neck, and sent red lips.

The beauty took the initiative to kiss, and Yang Dingtian was not good at hitting her, and her hand fell down lightly to try the feel.

Tong Lu kissed him and said, "It's not that I won't tell you, it's that I can't tell you." ”

She's not a foolish woman, and with her shrewdness, what's not clear?

If she couldn't tell, how weird would it be?

Yang Dingtian's mind turned, and he said, "It can't be a ghost." ”

He was just guessing, but as soon as this ghost word came out, Tong Lu's body shook violently, and then stuck to his arms, and said with a look of fear: "Don't say it, don't say it." ”

Is there really a ghost, looking at Tong Lu's appearance, it seems that he has seen it, this Yang Dingtian is really curious, seeing that she is so frightened, he has to hug her tightly and kiss her: "Don't be afraid, there is me, wine and wealth, I am both a drunkard and a pervert, among the four masters, I monopolize two doors, and what ghost can be stronger than me." ”

His words made Tong Lu laugh, and he was busy and silent, and begged: "Don't say it." ”

Even if she was so scared, Yang Dingtian stopped talking, hugged her, and put a hand into her clothes.

After a while, Tong Lu gasped slightly, looked at him with watery eyes, and said tiredly: "Don't." ”

Yang Dingtian also knew that this was not the time, so he stopped, but his hand refused to be withdrawn, soft and fragrant, warm and beautiful.

He turned his head to look at Taniguchi.

The footsteps of the person who came were calm and light, showing superb leg kung fu, Yang Dingtian had heard the footsteps of the iron bowl monk before, and knew that the person who came was the iron bowl monk.

After a while, a person entered the valley, and sure enough, it was the Iron Bowl Monk.

The valley is not big, its shape is like a bucket, there is a huge bluestone slab in the middle, about forty or fifty square meters, almost a stone platform, and in the middle of the bluestone slab, there is a smaller bluestone, just like a box on the table and chair.

The iron bowl monk went up to the bluestone platform, put a string of prayer beads hanging around his neck on the bluestone platform, took three steps back, knelt down and worshipped, and then sat down cross-legged and began to chant the scriptures.

Yang Dingtian noticed that when the iron bowl monk knelt down and began to sit down and chant the scriptures, Tong Lu's body actually trembled slightly, and there even seemed to be a layer of goosebumps on his skin.

"Are you really so scared? Is there really a ghost?" Yang Dingtian secretly wondered in his heart.

Of course he knew that there were ghosts, and now he knew what ghosts were, and he could even make them himself, because they were spirits.

But the spirit body is a magnetic field, and the magnetic field of ordinary people is relatively weak, and even if the spirit body comes out of the shell, ordinary people can't see it, so everyone says ghosts, but no one has really seen ghosts, because they can't see them.