Looking at the little yellow talisman in his hand, Zhang Ling was stunned for a moment, then looked at Murong Wan'er and asked, "What is this?" The sanitary napkins you female ghosts use? ”

"You ......" Murong Wan trembled angrily, and then raised the purple whip and whipped at Zhang Ling. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Zhang Ling howled for a while, and Murong Wan'er was relieved, and then pointed at Zhang Ling and said angrily: "What I gave you is a talisman, if you want to save the lives of your whole village, go and paste this talisman on the forehead of that zombie." ”

"I'm rubbing, why do you want me to go on? I'm not an archmage, you're so powerful, why don't you go by yourself? Zhang Ling looked at the corpse widow and couldn't help swallowing.

"Hmph, love is not going, I originally wanted you to give you some benefits after you are done, but I didn't expect you to be so timid." As she spoke, Murong Wan'er turned into a gust of wind and drilled into her body.

As soon as he heard that there was a benefit, this Zhang Ling's eyes lit up, and he really wanted to find a place and yelled: "She is Xiaoqian, I am Caichen......."

Widow Wang obviously rushed towards the crowd, Zhang Ling guessed that she was very hungry, and she desperately wanted to catch someone to suck blood and drink meat, but she didn't know what her appetite was.

Seeing Zhang Ling rushing towards Widow Wang, Zhang Xiaohua's face turned pale, and she hurriedly shouted for Zhang Ling to come back, she would die if she rushed over like this.

Zhang Ling turned to Zhang Xiaohua and cut her hair, with an expression of not being obsessed with her brother.

Er Niu slapped his forehead with his hand, sighed in his mouth, and said: "This spirit must have been possessed by dirty things, and he must be dead, but my calligraphy and painting ........"

The widow had just been bitten, and there was still a trace of human will, and she muttered in a low voice: "Why, why ......"

"Why? Why? Because you were too sassy when you were alive. Zhang Ling rolled on the ground as he spoke, and then pasted the talisman on the forehead of the widow.

The words on the yellow talisman shone with a burst of light, and then the widow stood there motionless.

Wu Banxian limped back from afar, then looked at Zhang Ling with blinking eyes, and finally knelt on the ground with a thud, shouting in his mouth: "It turned out to be the archmage, just now the villain offended you by not knowing Taishan, please forgive me." ”

Zhang Ling was stunned for a moment, then waved his hand and said: "It's okay, it's okay, you have to be low-key, it's just a little zombie, it's just a gesture." ”

Zhang Ling waved his hand as he spoke, but he was shouting in his heart: ", it's terrible, I scared the baby to death just now......."

"Yo, stinky boy, you can pretend to be good." Murong Wan'er didn't know when she floated behind Zhang Ling again, and said to her in a weird way.

Murong Wan'er floated behind her, Zhang Ling suddenly felt a gust of fragrant wind coming, and then smiled lewdly, and said to Murong Wan'er behind her: "My little Wan'er, what benefits are you going to give me, is it ....... at night?"

"You ......." Murong Wan'er was demented for a while, and then raised her whip and whipped at Zhang Ling is wildly, shouting in her mouth: "Ah, who asked you to call me Wan'er, no big or small......."

The widow was restrained, and Zhang Ling asked the villagers to cremate her, but the body of the old drunkard was not found for a long time.

The villagers looked at the big pit, and it was eerie below, and just standing on it, they felt that countless ghost claws were gently rubbing against their necks.

Zhang Ling found a miner's lamp and shone it under the pit, but it couldn't shine at all.

The pit was so wicked that the villagers built a wall around it to prevent children from accidentally falling into it.

It's just that since the villagers saw the widow crawling out of the pit in the form of a zombie, the whole village became panicked.

In order to comfort the villagers, Zhang Ling didn't know where he got the courage, he actually patted his chest and said that it was okay, he would clean up the things below, and it would not take a few days to solve it.

Later, Zhang Ling thought about it carefully, and really wanted to slap his face, because this was purely pretending, and he didn't understand anything.

So, he started Murong Wan'er's idea.

In the evening, Zhang Ling went to the village commissary to buy some incense dedicated to the dead, and then began to compliment Murong Wan'er's painting: "The beauty in the painting, to be honest, you are the most beautiful girl I Zhang Ling has ever seen in my life, and the moon in the sky will be shy when she sees you." Also, after these days of getting along, I feel that you are not only beautiful, but also have the ability to stand side by side with the Queen Mother, and my worship of you is like the water of the Yangtze River, please accept my .......worship."

Zhang Ling didn't know how many good words he said to Murong Wan'er on the painting, how many incense sticks he burned, so he almost knelt down to worship together.......

"Okay, okay, burn so much incense, choke to death." Murong Wan'er walked out of the painting with a slight frown, but the corners of her mouth lightly hooked up a subtle arc.

"Oh, it turned out that you came out, no wonder it was so fragrant, so many incense sticks burning at the same time can't offset the rich body fragrance emanating from you......."

"That's enough, less sycophancy." Murong Wan'er said and lay directly on the bed, and then lay on her side, her whole body forming an S-shape.

Zhang Ling swallowed his saliva, thinking to himself this naked temptation, could it be that this Murong Wan'er really wants to bring benefits to herself?

"Say, say so many good things, do you have anything to ask me?" Murong Wan'er squinted at Zhang Ling.

"Look at what you said, I just said something from my heart to you......."

"If there's a fart, don't do these nonsense, or I'll go."

"Don't, Zhang Ling rushed over at once, for fear that Murong Wan'er would run away.

Zhang Ling pounced too violently, so close to Murong Wan'er, that his hands seemed to have touched something.

Hey, it's so soft, and it's fucking elastic.

"You....... Ah, look for death! Murong Wan'er got up from the bed, conjured a whip from her palm, and whipped at Zhang Ling.

In the end, Zhang Ling stood at the head of the bed with blue nose and swollen eyes, muttering in his mouth: ", if you don't agree with each other, you will do it, violent girl!" ”

"Give you one last chance, if there's anything to say."

"Hmph, just say it, I want you to help solve the monster in the pit."

"Why should I do it, what's my business." Murong Wan'er replied nonchalantly.

"But....... But I've promised the villagers, if you don't help, I'll ........"

"I didn't promise anyone, why should I help?"

"You must know that the yellow talisman was given to me by you, otherwise I wouldn't be so confident."

"Okay, you want to draw talismans, worship me as a teacher, I can teach you." Murong Wan'er got up from the bed, and then raised the two big balls at Zhang Ling.

"Apprentice ......" Zhang Ling suddenly raised his eyebrows, and the scene of Murong Wan'er beating herself with a whip was vivid, thinking that such a savage woman, if she worshipped her as a teacher, she would not be beaten three times a day. At night, if you don't do a good job in bed, you have to be beaten, so is there still a man's dignity?

"Hey, back then, so many people wanted to worship me as a teacher, I didn't even look at it, and now I take the initiative to accept you as an apprentice, you are still not happy, are you inferior?" Murong Wan'er said with a smile.

"Low self-esteem? Hehe. Zhang Ling squinted his little eyes and swept fiercely across Murong Wan'er's body.

"Hmph, if you don't worship me as a teacher, I'll throw you into that pit and want the things inside to bite you to death!" Murong Wan'er said angrily, and then raised her hand, Zhang Ling's entire body floated into the air, and there was a possibility of being thrown out of the window at any time.

Zhang Ling thought of the terrible expression of the widow Wang crawling out of the pit, and immediately felt a chrysanthemum tight, and hurriedly waved his hand and shouted: "I worship, I can't apprentice." ”

"Hmph, that's pretty much it." Murong Wan'er smiled and put Zhang Ling down, but Zhang Ling saw the bottom of her skirt again, and then her throat tightened.

"Okay, now I'll teach you how to draw ....... talismans."

Zhang Ling worshiped Murong Wan'er as a teacher, and since then he has lived a life of misery.