The two demons were in a stalemate, their stomachs and long tongues getting tighter and tighter, and they both wanted to break each other and hurry up.

So the tongue-puller and the poor ghost were like two children, each pulling at the ends of the same rope, and swaying violently, so that the ground flew sand and rocks, and the branches of the trees broke and the poles were broken, and the sound was amazing.

The poor ghost was frightened and excited on the one hand, as if he had returned to the village of his hometown in the sun, and watched the older children happily playing with rubber bands, and involuntarily recited the strange mantras that the children had recited:

"Small leather ball, tower, 256, 257, 258, jumping fork......"

At that time, although Mao Changsheng was an adult man, he was bored, so he would wander around, no matter what he saw, he would stop and watch for a long time, applaud a few times, or drink a few cheers.

He remembered so clearly, the long rope or rubber band swayed, and the little sons did not dance very well, but the little girls jumped, and the pigtails on their heads swayed, full of rhythm, so happy, so lively, that the hearts of those who stood by could not help but be happy.

Of course, what makes Mao Changsheng's heart beat the most is not the children's skipping rope, but the skipping rope of the big girls and the young women who still have a childlike heart.

Jumping up and down, plump buttocks, round legs, and plump breasts, there is always a kind of intoxicating charm in the shaking, which makes him obsessed and obsessed, and he can see the saliva clearly, and he will reminisce again and again when he has insomnia at night, and feels that life is full of sunshine.

Oh, such an exciting scene has faded away, let's see if this beautiful ghost has that kind of déjà vu and sultry dynamic!

The tongue puller seemed to be delicate and gentle, but there was no one of those wonderful feelings in the world, as the battle progressed, the strength gradually strengthened, and her tongue wrapped around the intestines of the tongue puller had been tensed in the air, forming a strange rainbow, entering a state of silence, and the trembling was almost gone.

The body shape of the tongue puller also changed strangely, his hair changed from black to white, floating in the air, hunting, and the muscles on his body rushed from the bottom to the tongue, making the tongue thicker and thicker, but the whole body became more and more skinny and bony, almost becoming a terrible white skeleton.

The intestinal ghost has also changed, the fat body has become thinner, but the stomach has become thicker, as if a slender balloon is inflating, but the air flow is "sizzling" outward from the ninety-nine-eighty-one hole, and it has never reached the realm of rigidity and fierceness.

The two demons competed with each other, and both used their housekeeping skills.

Obviously, the tongue puller was not originally the opponent of the gut-pumping ghost, but at this time, he took advantage of the situation and seized the opportunity, and it was a tie.

The intestinal ghost was originally powerful, but now he was injured and went into battle, and he felt like a mud cow entering the sea as soon as he tried his strength, and unconsciously, he became anxious - if he continued to stalemate like this, he would definitely lose.

And losing means losing a great opportunity to make a fortune, and it also means that if you are not careful, you will be wiped out, and even ghosts can't do it.

"Hey, come and help in the battle! Defeat this stinky female ghost, let's go and do great things!" the gut-pumping ghost called out urgently to the poor ghost.

The poor dead ghost took a few steps closer, hesitated and said, "Two manly husbands, teaming up to deal with a female streamer, it is not glorious to win, and if the news of victory is spread, it will be laughed at." ”

"Yes, it's strange not to be laughed to death!" "You handsome guy come and help me, beat that rotten devil, we can do big things too! Of course, small things can also be done—I'm the best at going to coffee or dancing with you." ”

The poor ghost Mao Changsheng laughed, and the laughter spread far and wide.

"There are ghosts every year, and there are a lot of them tonight," the poor ghost sighed, "I am valued by both the big boss and the big beauties, and I have never encountered such a good thing in the yang world! Life must be happy, the previous life was not good, but don't live up to the good years of being a ghost!"

"No!" the tongue-puller was resolute, "each is his own master, and it is impossible to cooperate!"

"Of course not!" "The gut-pumping ghost was lukewarm, "cooperating with such a corrupt and filthy female ghost, Lao Tzu doesn't want to be willing to fall!"

The tongue-pulling ghost snorted coldly and said, "The old lady doesn't want to be willing to fall and turn enemies into friends with a rotten ghost!"

Obviously, persuasion was ineffective.

The poor dead man frowned, looked at this, looked at that, and muttered, "This...... This...... I don't help each other, sit on the mountain and watch the ghost fight, it's okay, right?"

"Okay, that's all. The tongue-pulling ghost was afraid of the attack of the poor ghost taking advantage of the weakness, and when he heard this, he was very satisfied with it, "You sit down and rest, and wait for your aunt and grandmother to beat this rotten ghost, and then you and I will be with the handsome guy, sweet and sweet, sneaky ......."

"Okay, I'll listen to you!" the poor ghost obeyed, fascinated, sat on a stone, and held up his cheeks with affection.

The gut-pumping ghost laughed twice, gasped and said: "Brother, don't be so confused and look away! Do you know this female ghost? Why did she go to hell with her tongue pulled? In Shenzhen, she committed a murder and dismemberment case, killing a man and chopping him into diced meat, dividing him into 15 food bags and throwing them away, becoming a first-class wanted criminal, and offering a reward of 200,000 yuan for his capture......

"It's not 200,000, it's 500,000!" corrected the tongue-puller very proudly, "that bastard has taken my body and my money, and wants to turn me into a * and a tool for making money, and chop him into diced meat and throw him to wild dogs, which is already cheap for him." ”

So terrifying? The poor dead man shuddered, opened his pupils wide, and said, "How could such a beautiful woman do such a thing?"

"And," the gut-pumping ghost continued, "she fled to Sichuan, cut off a man's proudest handpiece and fed it to the cat, and became the most wanted criminal again......"

"You know your aunt and grandmother like this, why don't you get out of here?" The tongue puller pressed his tongue coating with both hands, and added some strength, "That bastard* I, I still want to give nothing, and cutting his stinky cock has greatly cheapened him." I will be especially docile to those who respect me and love me, and hum to those who bully me and suppress me......"

The poor dead man shuddered again, opened his mouth wide and closed it for a long time, as if he had some strange disease.

The gut-pumping ghost felt a little exhausted, took a step back, gasped and said: "Brother, are you interested in such a psychopathic female ghost, are you a man? Hurry up and help my brother, follow my brother's mix, and in the future, my brother will introduce you a woman who is a thousand times better than this stinky bitch! With money, there are more beautiful and beautiful women than summer flies......

The tongue-pulling ghost was annoyed, and with a little bit of strength, he forced the gut-pumping ghost back three more steps, and reprimanded: "Such a low-level beast can play with many women, but he will never get a woman's true love! ”

The poor dead ghost stood up, look at this, look at that, in the yang world, he was a person who was not determined, but when he came to the underworld, in the face of this scene, he was even more uncertain.

"Alas...... Alas......" the poor ghost sighed, "You are all poor evil ghosts, I don't help each other, you can distinguish the high and low according to your true skills!"

The tongue-pulling ghost smiled and praised the poor ghost again, but the gut-pumping ghost complained: "Poor ghost, what is the basis of the manly husband who mixes in society? Is it integrity! It is righteousness! You took my money and did not heal me, this is not a bit righteous, right?"

As soon as he said this, the pride and gangsterism in the heart of the poor ghost Mao Changsheng immediately surged, and he spun around and took the "elixir" hidden on the branch in his hand.

Anything can be lost, and if "righteousness" is lost, it is a cheap thing that is inferior to animals.

Mao Changsheng doesn't understand what "righteousness" is, but men love to pat their chests and shout "righteousness", if they don't shout, then what kind of man is it? As for integrity, it's nothing, sometimes it makes a free person become constrained.

The poor ghost walked under the "arch bridge" formed by the entanglement of the long tongue and intestines, looked up, and looked for the small holes in the intestines of the intestines, ready to remedy it by "evil ghosts scattering sand".

The tongue coating blocked part of the small hole in the intestines, and it seems that it can only be remedied several times.

This remedy is almost the same as a repair master's remedy for a broken tire with many holes.

The tongue-pulling ghost was a little flustered, and said softly: "Handsome guy, you are very handsome, and you also know medical skills? Fate is there, whether you can have fate and share, it depends on your performance - fate is an encounter, and there are many romantic stories that are entangled. You go away, as long as you don't help this rotten ghost to make up the hole, I will definitely give you benefits in the future, and you can treat me however you want. ”