Ma Mengyao, the tongue-pulling ghost, especially hates the intestine pumping ghost Meng Haodong, but she still went to find Meng Haodong.

The intestinal ghost Meng Haodong is not like a human, a ghost is not like a ghost, and he is pretentious, how can he not hate it?

There are no lips, there is a hole in the stomach that is not big or small, and the intestines gurgle out from time to time, and they have to be forcibly stuffed back, can you not hate it?

Such a monster, whose eyes are always bloodshot, is always confused, and his mouth is still tangled, isn't it annoying?

However, hate is hate, and in some things, even if you hate the other party to the core, you still have to deal with it.

Because, some people, some ghosts, do not live entirely for themselves.

For the sake of someone, a ghost, or a dream, you can't help but compromise and have to open your nostrils to smell stinky farts.

When Ma Mengyao, the tongue-pulling ghost, found Meng Haodong, the gut-pumping ghost, Meng Haodong was still in the grave pit on the old bag of the store.

"Boss Meng, I have something urgent to find you. With extraordinary ghost power, Ma Mengyao saw Meng Haodong sleeping soundly with dry bones in the coffin in the tomb at a glance, "Come out quickly, something is wrong!"

Meng Haodong was obviously burdened with a heavy responsibility, but he kept pretending to be a boring ghost with nothing to do, got up lazily, and shook it in front of Ma Mengyao, looked Ma Mengyao up and down, and said indistinctly:

"Beauty, who are you? I have always been a little overly drunk, and when I saw you, I suddenly felt that not only was it not excessive, but it was also a little lacking. ”

Meng Haodong, a gut-pumping ghost who used to have the demeanor of a big boss, why is there something unusual?

"Don't pretend," Ma Mengyao, the tongue-pulling ghost, said sharply, "If you don't have anything to do, you won't go to the Three Treasures Palace, I'll look for you to have something to do." ”

"Is there something to do with me?" hehe, lonely and empty in the quiet night, boring, want to find something to fill the empty and boring, or suddenly have a spring dream, think of something practical?" Meng Haodong's hippie smile really made the ghost disgusting, "To tell the truth, how much does it cost to stay with you for a night?"

Ma Mengyao, the tongue-pulling ghost, changed his face.

She wanted to spew a mouthful of spit into Meng Haodong's face, and wanted to slap Meng Haodong's face again.

However, she held back.

For the sake of a ghost who is not annoying, asking for help from a nasty ghost is also a kind of hellish punishment, so let's cultivate and grow.

"That's right," Ma Mengyao actually learned Cao Jinzhu's self-control, and tried her best to pretend to be calm, "Your former partner and former friend Mao Changsheng, a poor ghost, accidentally sat in the cab of an excavator and fell into the pond in the village, and needed help. ”

"Poor dead ghost, how can I have a poor dead ghost friend or partner? Isn't that asking for bad luck?" Meng Haodong looked confused, "I've been a little drunk lately, dizzy, and have a vague memory, and many people can't remember a lot of things." Who is Mao Changsheng?"

Is there such a beast in the ghost world?

Ma Mengyao, the tongue-pulling ghost, was almost unbearable, but he still pressed it and said: "Mao Changsheng is the most peculiar ghost in the underworld, a medicine ghost, and a ghost doctor, who can cure any problem on any ghost, and can also add some unexpected troubles to any ghost. ”

"After you say this, I gradually have some impressions," Meng Haodong suddenly realized, "I used to have a lot of migrant workers, but they came and went, bustling, I really can't remember such a peculiar migrant worker." Migrant workers, a few died, it was not a big deal, and it was a big deal to spend some silver. I'm not interested in migrant workers, but you can sit in my bedroom. ”

Is Meng Haodong, the brute, really confused, or has he suffered some unexpected heavy blows in the days of following Mao Changsheng?

Wasn't this beast still a little generous, still a ghost on the Internet, trying his best to strengthen his strength?

The tongue-pulling ghost Ma Mengyao opened her eyes wide, frowned and looked at the intestine-pumping ghost Meng Haodong again, and found that Meng Haodong had not changed much except for his mental decline and the fact that his ghost power had been greatly reduced.

What the hell is wrong with this guy?

"Originally, I wanted you to send some ghost migrant workers to rescue Mao Changsheng," Ma Mengyao sighed and said, "And the big boss in front of me is half dead and unable to protect himself, so I will treat it as if my aunt and grandmother have never come." If you don't speak cleanly, you can't speak clearly, your aunt and grandmother want to beat you, for fear of staining your hands, spare you brute, just be smug!"

With that, he turned around happily and was about to leave.

Ma Mengyao was just about to float away, Meng Haodong smiled coldly behind his back, and gently lifted the mink coat that he had changed into at an unknown time, revealing the big hole in the bowl on his belly, and his stomach and intestines were like a fierce snake coming out of a hole, and suddenly wrapped Ma Mengyao's neck tightly from behind.

Ma Mengyao heard the strange sound of the wind, and just wanted to turn around to take precautions, but it happened suddenly, it was too late, her neck was tightened by the snake-like intestines, she almost wanted to suffocate, and she wanted to stick out her tongue to counterattack, but she couldn't spit it out, and she became an ordinary female ghost who had no power to resist.

"As I said, when I see you, I don't think I'm overly drunk. The gut-pumping ghost Meng Haodong pulled his intestines, pulled Ma Mengyao back in front of him, and slapped her ass lightly, "I don't like to fall in love, and if I have a sexual interest in anyone, I will go straight to the point - either with violence, with dark coins, or with stratagems, and rarely misses." ”

This is said with a lot of ghost power, and it seems to be a different ghost from the soft ghost just now.

Ma Mengyao was frightened and remorseful, self-hatred was less guarded, self-hatred did not take the initiative to attack, and gave Meng Haodong some lessons in advance.

However, after all, she was an outstanding representative of the hell of tongue extraction, and she quickly calmed down and tried to move her mouth, although her tongue was controlled to the extent that she could not spit out, but her strangulation had decreased slightly, and she could speak.

"Boss Meng, you secretly love me and secretly love me, and you don't need to use such despicable means," Ma Mengyao was in danger, and there was actually an evil smile on her face, "Boys and girls love, in line with the principles of ghosts, why not? But isn't it a little less interesting to forcibly drag it around like this? What is the difference between it and the indiscriminate flower pickers?"

At the moment of the great enemy, what could be more important than stabilizing the enemy's heart? Isn't it true that the siege is the bottom and the heart is the top?

Meng Haodong pinched Ma Mengyao's left earlobe, and said happily: "You are a female ghost, and you don't know much about male ghosts." Female ghosts like Qingqing and me, light and honey love, male ghosts, with strong, I feel more interesting. Don't provoke me, don't play tricks on me, you are a female ghost who has traveled all over the world, I am a male ghost who used to be in the sea......"

"What do you want?" Ma Mengyao was resentful in her heart, but her mouth was still relaxed, "Men are not bad and women are not loved, you are also a little cute." However, I hope you have a bit of Ximenqing's majestic style, and don't be as useless as the three-inch Ding Wu Dalang. ”

Hey, a female ghost can say such a thing, which is more powerful than any panacea.

The gut-pumping ghost Meng Haodong was a little fluttering, but he didn't take any action yet, and he was still immersed in the fun of winning the trick, and said proudly: "My majesty, I know it myself." I'll give you a kind of euthanasia and let you die in comfort......"

"You're going to make me go up in smoke?" Ma Mengyao's voice trembled a little, "Why is this?"

"It doesn't hurt to tell you," Meng Haodong touched Ma Mengyao's delicate neck, "The resort in Jade Emperor Village is almost completed, and the nineteenth layer of hell in Jade Emperor Village is also about to be completed. For the sake of prudence, I'll have to do it first......"

Ma Mengyao had goosebumps all over her body and sighed: "We female ghosts, after all, we are not as ruthless as your male ghosts." ”

"Without further ado, let's come to the carnival for a while, and then go our own way—don't be sad, it's not a lucky thing to be alive and suffer endlessly?" Meng Haodong became more and more proud, "I sent you away, I still have to go to see the poor ghost Mao Changsheng, if it has no use value, it should be destroyed as soon as possible, so as not to become a stumbling block." ”

After that, one hand stopped Ma Mengyao's waist, and the other hand groped Ma Mengyao's pants.

However, at the moment when the button was about to be unfastened, the gut-pumping ghost Meng Haodong screamed miserably.