The poor ghost was confused, froze, and thought to himself: "This year, when I was born in Mao, I came to work, and I was killed by Peach Blossom, and it seems that I can't escape if I want to." Although this beautiful ghost has a bad reputation, there are few female ghosts in the underworld, many male ghosts, and female ghosts are in short supply, all of which are sought-after goods, and as soon as you dislike it, you will be taken away by other male ghosts. Alas, in the days of the cold winter wax moon, there was a female ghost to warm her feet, which was slightly better than nothing. As for the restlessness of beautiful women, they love to cuckold male ghosts, and they can't care about it a lot - it's good to wear it once you get used to it; there are more green hats, and there are more tools to protect from the wind and rain - we are all ghosts, what do ghosts care about?"

This idea of being hungry and disregarding shame and dignity made the poor ghost's heart feel sweet and painful, and his neck was about to shrink into his cavity, lest anyone know.

Wanting to cover up, the gut-pumping ghost saw through the poor ghost's mind at a glance, "hehe" laughed a few times, and said disdainfully to the tongue-pulling ghost: "Using that stinky skin bag to confuse a man is this slut's specialty." However, my brother is not a waste of heavy color and light friends, he is the most beautiful man in Yuhuang Village, and he is also the most righteous man in Yuhuang Village, those female ghosts of water-based poplars, those sluts who treat men as husbands when they meet them, he doesn't have the slightest appetite, even if he thinks about it, he can't help but vomit later......"

It is easy for a man to slap a man's ass in front of him, and once he shoots it, it is more useful than being caressed by a woman.

In this way, the poor ghost instantly regained his self-esteem, his pride surged, his passion was surging, he stretched his neck, his right hand separated a piece of sparse Artemisia annua, deliberately flaunted his figure, and turned around gracefully, using the "evil ghost scattering sand" that had just been practiced, and the five fingers were scattered, and the Artemisia annua turned into a star, and flew out over the lightning.

A few points of finely chopped artemisia syrup fell on the tongue of the tongue puller, and the tongue puller felt bitter and fishy, very uncomfortable, and his heart moved with fear, and he shouted angrily: "What stinky thing?"

And more Artemisia annua juice fell impartially and appropriately on the thirty-seven uncovered holes in the intestines of the gut-pumping ghosts.

In an instant, a cool feeling immediately appeared in the intestinal hole of the intestinal ghost, and it was actually healed, and the "sizzling" sound forced by the internal strength suddenly decreased by thirty-seven places, and the intestines became strong and powerful.

It was really a panacea, and the gut-pumping ghost was overjoyed, and with a great effort, he forced the tongue-pulling ghost to take two steps back, and shouted: "Brother, you are really a wonderful hand to rejuvenate, Bian Que is reincarnated! Quick, help me heal the other loopholes, I will let this slut turn into ashes, make her miserable, go and reassemble!"

Ghosts are not easy to die, especially the most heinous ghosts, and after being broken again and again, they will be reassembled again and again - the trick in hell is like this.

Although they do not die, the pain in the process is often more painful than death, and no ghost is happy to go through that kind of reincarnation - he would rather die than die.

This is where the earth-shattering howls of hell come from.

When I was young, I liked those innocent girls, but at this age, I suddenly liked this kind of mature woman who was weathered, a little cunning and a little bad, and dared to love and hate. ”

"It's rare to have the love of a handsome guy, you better go away, I don't want to hurt the innocent!" The tongue puller said affectionately, not at all like a mouthful, "What is the origin of your medicine? It's very weird!"

The poor ghost suddenly felt a trace of warmth and blurted out: "It's my pee ......"

Suddenly woke up, felt bad, and quickly covered his mouth, but it was difficult to collect the water, and he couldn't cover it anymore.

When the tongue puller heard this, he was disgusted and unbearable, and a stream of green juice spurted out from above his tongue and flew towards the gut-pumping ghost's eyes.

The gut-pumping ghost was startled, suddenly retracted his strength, retracted his silky intestines, and floated backwards, finally avoiding the horrible vomit, but he was unsteady on his feet, and he stumbled and almost fell.

The opportunity must not be missed, the tongue puller has seized this fleeting opportunity, and suddenly approached, and his tongue rolled up rapidly, and the intestine puller had been tied up by the waist.

The gut-pumping ghost struggled hard, but to no avail, and the tongue of the tongue-pumping ghost shook hard, up and down, left and right, obviously to make the gut-pumping ghost unconscious, make him powerless, and torture him again.

This change is unbelievable, the poor ghost has fallen to safety, scratching his ears and cheeks, and still feeling panicked.

The intestine pumping ghost's waist was tightly wrapped around his tongue, his intestines had been blocked in his stomach and couldn't come out, a powerful weapon could no longer exert any power, only two hands were left to move freely, and he was a little flustered, and immediately grabbed the blood-red tongue.

In the past, the gut-pumping ghost could crush stones and tear tree trunks with his two claws, but after his waist was tightened, his hands suddenly became timid and weak, not to mention tearing stones, even a piece of paper.

Seeing that the opponent had no power to fight back, the tongue-pulling ghost slowly danced its long tongue like a cat playing with a mouse, and held the gut-pumping ghost high in the air, leisurely and shook over, but he did not kill the poison.

The poor ghost felt that his throat was dry and his heart was weak and timid, but he knew that it was too shameless and unmanly to hide, so he stiffened his scalp and coughed dryly, approached cautiously, and said in a trembling voice, "Beauty...... Beauty, Big ...... Everybody's a ghost, let's open the net......! If you leave a way out for others, others will leave you a way out, and if you kill them all, others will imitate you to deal with your ......"

The tongue-puller smiled as if he were smiling, stretched out his sharp claws, and said, "Didn't you say that you like me very much? ”

"This ......," the poor man took a step back, "I ...... We are not a couple, we are not husband and wife, and the raw rice has not been cooked, so we will give you money out of thin air, and we will hand over the money to you to take care of it as soon as possible, okay...... Doesn't seem appropriate?"

"Very suitable!" said the tongue-puller smiling even more charmingly, "You are like my first man in the sun: not dashing enough, not able to speak fancy, and unable to play any new tricks in bed, but you truly love me and are a good person...... It was my fault for leaving him, I had traveled to the ends of the earth and seen many men, but no one was as good as him. But I can't go back......"

Speaking of this, a few tears as white as lime slipped down, looking like they were in love.

The poor ghost was a little moved, and reached out to touch the money, but the gut-pumping ghost shouted: "Brother, don't believe her rhetoric and tricks, use the tricks against me to deal with her......"

"You don't interrupt!" "You don't interrupt!" the tongue-pulling ghost was a little angry, his tongue was straining, and the bucket waist of the gut-pumping ghost was strangled to the thickness of the mouth of the bowl, "You money-glutton, money-worshipper, material slave, you will only spend money to satisfy your low-level desires, where will you know great warmth and love? You better shut up, don't disturb your aunt's good interest, and end up rebuilding." My aunt and grandmother are in a very good mood tonight, and I especially want to talk about love, Qingqing and I ......"

The poor ghost saw that the intestinal devil was tightly entangled by the python, his eyes were about to bulge, and he looked at a miserable scene, and he couldn't bear it, and said: "Brother boss, I can't help you with anything, you can take a cigar and rest first, let me talk to this beauty, maybe she will be merciful and let you go......"

"Brother Xie, wake up!"

Before the words fell, the gut smoker shook his right hand, grabbed a thick cigar between his two fingers, took two puffs, swallowed the clouds and spit out the mist, and then instantly pressed the red and bright cigarette butt on the tongue of the tongue puller.

Suddenly, the tongue-pulling ghost was burned by the blazing cigarette butt, suddenly contracted his tongue, shook his head again and again and screamed, and glanced at the poor ghost sadly in the light of lightning, turned into a puff of smoke, and a few whirls, had penetrated into the forest far away.

The gut-pumping ghost fell to the ground from the air, did not feel pain, suddenly floated to the poor ghost, patted him on the shoulder, laughed a few times, and boasted: "Brother is really powerful, one word to remind the ghost in the dream, easily saved me......"

"No...... You're welcome, brother. The poor ghost swallowed and vomited, feeling that it was like a dream, and stuffed the remaining Artemisia annua into the intestine pumper, and asked him to wipe his wounds, and muttered to himself: "Gently, you go, as gently you come......"

The voice was full of melancholy, full of loneliness.

How many complex ingredients does that glance of the tongue puller contain?

How could this be the case? The poor ghost didn't want the gut-pumping ghost to be destroyed, and he didn't want the tongue-puller to be injured, but it could have become like this?

How to explain it? To whom? Is there still a chance to explain it?

The night is boundless, and I finally met such a female ghost like a bright moon, but I missed it like this.

Can we say goodbye?

In the time and space where lovesickness should not be harmed, the poor ghost suddenly harmed lovesickness.