After the poor ghost Mao Changsheng stopped talking, the troublemaker appeared.

The one who came to make trouble was the uninvited guest who was pumping the intestines - the ghost who kissed was too involved, Meng Haodong came quietly and watched it with interest for a while.

Originally, you could continue to watch, but the situation has changed, and if you don't make a noise, the consequences will be unimaginable.

"Old ...... Boss, it seems like you're not here at the right time. The poor ghost was grateful that the intestinal ghost had come in time, and his brain was in a trance, but he verbally expressed his dissatisfaction, "You have caused me immeasurable losses, and how to make up for it can only depend on your handwriting." ”

Dealing with rich ghosts, having the opportunity to "blackmail" and not blackmail, that is the choice of fools.

Poor ghost Mao Changsheng, poor, but not stupid.

"Hehe," the gut-pumping ghost nodded his head with a smile and said lukewarmly, "the love is like fire, and you don't have to be so desperate." ”

With a warning, he glanced at the tongue-pulling ghost, turned to the poor ghost, and said in a much kinder tone: "Brother, you have to live well, and you have to get rich with your brother, and you have to leave some elixir for your brother to cure leaky intestines." ”

The poor dead ghost reminisced about the first kiss, and the fear remained, and he stood up straight trembling, his legs were so weak that he couldn't help shaking, and he took three breaths of fresh air before he returned to normal, and for a moment he was like a dream, and he didn't know what to say.

Ma Mengyao, the tongue-pulling ghost, wiped her lips, the anger on her face became stronger and stronger, and she scolded again: "Rotten intestine ghost, what do you mean? Say it clearly, don't be vague, fan the yin wind and light the ghost fire!"

"I've made it clear enough. The gut-pumping ghost is still lukewarm, as if he has seen everything thoroughly, "Listen to my advice: If you have good intentions, God will bless you, and if your heart is not good, you will reap the consequences!"

"Bah, you deserve to say that, too?" The tongue-puller spat contemptuously, turned his face to the poor ghost and smiled, and lowered his head shyly, as if he was shy of his true feelings and forgetfulness.

When the poor ghost saw such a smile and a shy expression, the panic in his heart was suddenly swept away, and he was full of joy and longed to kiss again, even if he died immediately, he had no regrets.

"Brother boss, she is sincere to me, so you can leave our business alone. The poor ghost hesitated and said, "You are all my best friends, and I am happiest to get along." ”

The gut-pumping ghost smiled indifferently, still lukewarm to the tongue-pulling ghost, and said: "Beauty, as long as you are sincere to me, a poor ghost brother, I can tolerate you, and if it is profitable in the future, I will also share a point with you." If you have ill intentions and want to destroy my brother for your own selfish interests, then even if you hide in the hat of the king of Hades, I have the ability to find you out and give justice to this poor brother. You remember: my poor brother rarely messes with women, does not understand women, and trusts women, and I am a very bad man, I have seen and approached any kind of woman, but I am not an ignorant virgin, or an idiot. ”

"Bah, you're very wealthy?" the tongue puller didn't buy it, his face was like frost, "Auntie and grandmother can do whatever she wants, and any turtle son bastard can't take care of it." Of course, my grandson wants to take care of me, but that's another matter, and my aunt and grandmother are just farting when he is a little more troublesome. ”

Although the words are aggressive, I am still a little cowardly in my heart, the old and cunning female ghost is naturally afraid of three points for the more treacherous and cunning male ghost.

This flower-like beauty seemed to be gentle, but in fact it was also sharp and arrogant and stubborn, and the poor ghost was even more happy, took an apple and handed it carefully, and said, "Big sister, eat the apple!"

The tongue-pulling ghost raised his eyebrows, became elated, glanced at the gut-pumping ghost, and kissed the poor ghost's forehead defiantly, and munched on the apple as if no one else were around, as if it were not an apple, but a ginseng fruit.

The gut-pumping ghost couldn't help but sneer, and wiped his forehead in disgust, as if the tongue-pulling ghost kissed his forehead, which made the tongue-pulling ghost itch his teeth with hatred.

In order to get along, he picked up a cup of sacrificial wine that he brought with him, and said to the gut-pumping ghost: "Brother boss, in the wilderness, don't worry too much - drinking this glass of wine means that the eldest brother does not care about the fault of the younger brother." ”

"You're getting better at talking, more and more like a man. However, it is better to be careful, don't take hypocrisy as sincerity, and let yourself fall into the trap of tenderness. The gut-pumping ghost took the crude wine glass, raised it all, threw it away, and suddenly became serious, and said, "Why didn't the alarm go off? ”

After that, he flashed and floated away with a "whoosh".

Yes, the sirens suddenly disappeared, and they were no longer heard.

"Let's go! You have to have your own opinions, don't believe his words to sow discord and fan the wind and ignite the fire. There are some ghosts who can speak well, but in fact, they have ghosts in their hearts and want you to end up with no true friends. While urging, the tongue-pulling ghost squeezed out the gut-pumping ghost, and looked indignant, but thinking that the gut-pumping ghost did not drive her away, and did not meet her in battle, his expression eased a lot, and he took the hand of the poor ghost, and prepared to float up and catch up in the direction of the police car.

"The big war is coming, and we must make up for it. You go first, and I'll be back soon. Thinking of the food he had left, the poor ghost let go of the slender hand of the tongue-puller, and turned and floated back to the place where the roast pork had been placed.

If you have a beloved woman (female ghost), you have to take care of her, but you can't let her starve and freeze - a man (male ghost) who doesn't know how to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade is not worthy of having a woman (female ghost), and he deserves to be a loner and eat cold leftovers.

The poor ghost thought sweetly, and when he saw that the barbecue was placed on the stone, he reached out to take it, and Leng might as well reach out with a big fat hand, like lightning, and squeeze his claws and the piece of pork together.

Who dares to make a surprise attack?

The poor ghost was so frightened that he was anxious to make an inquiry, and his mouth was immediately covered by a fat hand that was full of dung, and then he was carried across the back of a fat man, and he was whistling in the wind.