The poor ghost Mao Changsheng rarely takes a bath in the world, he has always been a "stinky man", and when he arrives in the underworld, he doesn't care much about all aspects of the subtleties, but with the girlfriend of the scissors ghost, he no longer wants to be a "stinky male ghost".

Love is easy to change people, it doesn't make people worse, it makes people better, and this is no exception for ghosts.

The poor ghost didn't want his stench to smoke out the scissor ghost who was so dependent on each other, so he decided to take a bath in the valley stream every day when he had free time.

After saying goodbye to the scissors ghost, the poor ghost floated to the waterhole under the waterfall, just took off his clothes, immersed his body in the spring water of Qinglingling, and just rubbed three handfuls of sweat dirt, he heard the laughter of a beautiful woman coming from the nearby mountain rocks.

The poor ghost was taken aback, and hurriedly shrank his whole body into the water, leaving only one head, and looked towards the place where the laughter had come.

A virgin ghost who has never seen the world, he has always been so shy to answer, he is extremely in awe of the outside world, and he also cherishes himself.

On the flat protruding stone slab on the cliff, there stood a tall and beautiful young female ghost, the upper body was dressed very little, it was simply a translucent gauze scarf, and the lower body only wore a short skirt less than a foot long, the skirt was full of bright and dazzling pomegranate flowers, red as xia, red as fire, red as blood.

Such a charming body, the poor dead ghost had never seen it, and at first glance he was a little obsessed, and he forgot to look away, and he forgot to speak.

"Am I good-looking?" the female ghost smiled and spoke, her voice pleasant, like a yellow warbler singing.

"Good looking. The poor ghost replied involuntarily, and licked his lips - it was delicious, I see.

It's really good-looking, why deny it? The poor ghost Mao Changsheng doesn't want to slip around and shoot horses, he just wants to stick to his honesty that has never been extinguished.

"Aren't you lonely when you bathe alone in this silent valley?" the female ghost held her brightly colored Luo skirt with both hands, gently inciting, like a butterfly fluttering.

"Loneliness? I'm not lonely at all. The poor ghost was a little sober, and shouted, "Go away, I'm already a famous flower, you peek at me taking a bath like this, my girlfriend will find out, she will turn her face with you, and she will pull my ears." Self-respecting people, you must know how to avoid suspicion, didn't your mother teach you? Oh, in this era, there are fewer and fewer singing and crying maternal love!"

"If you don't say it, who will know?" the female ghost smiled maliciously, "Ninety-nine percent of male ghosts want a female ghost to peek at them taking a bath, but you are so scared, what a coward." Aren't you pretending to be a righteous gentleman? To be honest, I've seen a lot of hypocrites, and you're not the first to do it!"

"Look at your age, you're very thick-skinned. The poor ghost pretended to be a vicious scoundrel and roared, "If you don't go, I'm going to jump out of the water, and I won't scare you to death, and I'll drag you into the water." Some of my organs will scare you away!"

"You scare me?" the female ghost smiled, "Some people use politics to scare people, some people use power to scare people, some people use money to scare people, and you want to scare people with your bare ass? Oh, I'm so scared! Jump out of the water, scare me out, and pull me into the water! I heard that great writers brag about not writing drafts, and you have a lot of talent for writers!"

"You still know a lot?" There is such a female ghost in the underworld, and when she encounters it, the poor ghost himself is afraid first, and he can't help himself, and shrinks back into the water, as if the more modest he is, the farther the danger will go.

"You know I'm not afraid of you, so don't scare me by saying big things!" The female ghost smiled as soon as she spoke, extremely charming, "Is my Luo skirt beautiful?"

The poor ghost was both frightened and happy, and reluctantly replied, "But go quickly, your boyfriend knows that you are so casual and unscrupulous to talk to male ghosts, and he will be angry, and maybe he will scold you, beat you, and walk away." A self-respecting woman deserves the sincere love of her boyfriend, and a shameless woman, no matter how glamorous her appearance, will soon bore her boyfriend - a good brand is built by herself: you can make pearls or shit. ”

"Looking around, there is no one, no ghost, who can treat me like this!" The female ghost smiled miserably, and then showed a provocative and naughty smile, "Thank you for complimenting my Luo skirt! Thank you for teaching me like an old man who has no capital to do bad things! In fact, inside Luo skirt, there are better looking skies, and there are flowers and plants you don't know! Do you want to take a look?"

As he spoke, he was about to take off his skirt.

"Don't!" the poor ghost was frightened, and hurriedly covered his eyes with his hands, but quickly parted his fingers and looked out between his fingers, "You must not be like that, I am very scared! I have been afraid of the body of a female ghost since I was a child, and as soon as I see the body of a female ghost, I will be dizzy, my limbs will be weak, and I will not be able to distinguish between day and night. ”

"It's so exaggerated, it makes you scared, it's the effect I want!" the female ghost smiled, and the electric light and stone fire had already taken off her skirt and fell down to the poor ghost.

It may have been a moment, or it might not have been for a moment, and the poor dead man had his eyes wide open to see something, but he couldn't see anything.

The bright Luo skirt had fallen from the sky, like a pocket, tightly wrapping the head of the poor dead ghost, no matter how the hands were torn, they couldn't be torn off, and there was only a red patch in their eyes.

The poor ghost felt that he was about to suffocate, but he didn't suffocate, and soon smelled a scent of flowers, and he was so confused that he was fascinated.

At the same time, a hand grabbed the hair on top of the poor ghost's head, causing him to get wet and rise to the ground, and then flew with him in the void.

"Where are you going to take me, you female ghost?" said the poor man, "the twisted melon is not sweet, the hen does not hatch eggs, and it is useless for you to break its foot and press it in the nest." You're more beautiful than my girlfriend, but to tell you the truth, I'm determined not to sleep with you! Male ghosts don't love chastity, and they all want to have some sexual encounters, but I'm an exception, I only like to clean myself, I like to do things strictly and solemnly, and be a clean ghost!"

"Don't speak too well of yourself - if you speak badly of yourself, there will be a few female ghosts who will have affection for you, and if you are perfect and destined to be a loner, every female ghost will avoid you. The female ghost laughed and talked happily, and while carrying the poor ghost to the depths of the valley, she emphasized, "You are already my captive, and you can only listen to me what I want you to do! ”

"No," the poor ghost shook his head vigorously, and his whole body shook, and the water on his body spilled downward, like a light rain, and his mouth cried out miserably, "You can do whatever you want me to do, but you must not force me to sleep with you! I am the most smelly and lowly rotten ghost in the underworld, and I have many dirty diseases, such as gonorrhea, syphilis, and AIDS...... I have all STDs, the virus has penetrated deep into the spinal cord, deep into the brain cord, and I'm going crazy soon......"

"Men are not bad, women are not loved—I like it!" The female ghost laughed unscrupulously again, laughing so that the mountain birds flew wildly, and the green leaves and red flowers fell one after another.

Oops, female ghosts are more or less perverted, this female ghost, it's super perverted.

The poor ghost was stunned for a moment, not knowing whether to cry or laugh, or to roar or shut up.

The world is so big that there are no surprises.

"I've seen a lot of self-inflicted men or ghosts, but I've never seen a man or a ghost who is so amorous as you. After the female ghost had laughed enough, she sneered and slowly descended, and took the poor ghost into a large cave in the deep valley, and gently lowered it.

The moment he landed on the ground, the poor ghost saw the light again, and also saw the curvy, delicate and plump female ghost, and was taken aback-

The female ghost's bright skirt disappeared in a flash, and it was a steaming steamer that swirled rapidly around her waist.

Most of the female ghost's body was soaked in the steam that suddenly rose, looming, her face showed an extremely painful look, and her mouth let out a heart-rending hum because of the unbearable pain.

What's going on?

Is this female ghost in heat?

Is it so painful to be in heat?

God, it's so unfair to treat an incomparable stunner like this!

The poor ghost's heart was originally full of anger, and he hated the kidnapping of the female ghost so much that every tooth itched, but at this time, righteous indignation rose, and he also moved his heart of pity and cherishment, like a child helping a little friend who was in dire straits, squatting on his body covered by long hair, and blowing three breaths on the hot steam.

In an instant, the steam disappeared, the steamer disappeared, and the female ghost standing in front of her put on her bright skirt again, looking at the poor ghost with surprise and gratitude on her face, and she woke up a little like a dream, and she didn't know what to do.

Hey, three breaths blew a steaming steamer, which made the poor ghost realize his peculiarity at once, and also suddenly restored the confidence of the male ghost, and couldn't help but hold his head high like the villain's momentum, and asked loudly: "Who are you?

"Do you ask me?" the female ghost smiled like a flower, and her voice became unusually innocent and cute.

"Not for you, but for myself?" the poor ghost was a little flustered—he liked to brag, and he was good at bragging, but he was not good at dealing with female ghosts, especially with beautiful ghosts, "Tell me, who are you, what do you want to do?"

The poor ghost waved her fists proudly, but the female ghost laughed more freely.

The poor ghost found that the female ghost was not only afraid of him, but was still looking at him with curiosity, like a far-sighted businessman who suddenly discovered a strange thing to live in.

The poor ghost Mao Changsheng's heart trembled, and he secretly thought to himself: "It's over, I can't keep my chastity!"