"Well, please don't scold my boss - you're all my friends, and I don't want to slander each other. If you hate each other, I'll become a rat in the bellows, and I'll be angry at both ends. ”

The poor ghost Mao Changsheng scratched his scalp and said curtly.

"My boss has a lot of foresight to stop you from killing. Human life is a, the life of a farmer is not a thing at all in the eyes of the big-headed ghost, but if there are too many people, it will still cause a sensation, bring * annoyance, and affect the construction of the nineteenth layer of hell. So, in order to reduce the annoyance, we have to protect those villagers and people to leave safely. ”

There is some truth to that. It seems that I was wrong in my previous thinking and practice, and I can't be wrong again and again in the future. ”

Ma Mengyao, the tongue-pulling ghost, agreed, thoughtfully.

"I took the liberty of intercepting and killing people, and I thought that the more people I killed, the greater the credit, but it turned out to be a big mistake, and I really had no brains. That's right, what is really worth fighting for is the right to build Yanhuang Village, the final leadership, not these subtleties. ”

"Yes," said the poor ghost, with a sad look on his face, "and you are glad that you understand it, but unfortunately the evil spirits do not understand it." Alas, I don't care so much for now, I will work tirelessly to get you some delicacies from the mountains and seas, and if you don't eat them, it will be too shameless. ”

"The delicacies of the mountains and the sea? That's too ...... Thank you so much!" the tongue-puller seemed to know the story, and for the sake of politeness and grace, he endured it for a moment, and finally couldn't help it, and laughed out loud.

What are you laughing at? Could it be that bragging has met a clear-eyed ghost? Is it true that a female ghost is still sober enough in love?

The poor ghost's heart suddenly cooled, but soon it became hot again, and he said loudly: "The eldest sister was originally very beautiful, but her smile is even more beautiful, and my bones are crispy." ”

"Isn't it? My laughter has always made people's hearts go cold and their bones tingle. The tongue-puller looked very happy, and whispered, "You really think I'm beautiful, aren't you lying to me?" You're a different kind of male ghost, and you know at a glance that you're not the kind of scumbag with a flamboyant tongue." It's rare that you have a sincere heart, so kiss me - kiss the little wound on my tongue, and I will be very ...... Very ......"

As he spoke, he smiled again, and flashed into the shadow of a pine tree, sticking his tongue out more than a foot long.

The poor ghost was so enchanted that he was a little at a loss and stammered, "I ...... I have bad breath, find some water to rinse up, and then ...... Let's do that again. I don't understand this subject at all, so you can give me more guidance. ”

"This is my forte, as long as you learn from me seriously and participate in the kiss contest, you are guaranteed to win the first place. Oops, no...... Don't rinse your mouth! Strike while the iron is hot, come on...... If you really love each other, the pig's mouth will become very fragrant. The tongue-puller called out with great softness, and panted and waved his hand frequently.

Is there a kind of "kiss contest" in the underworld? It must be interesting, it's just that it's not nutty, and it's just the first time I've heard of it.

"This ...... I'm not mentally prepared for it, I'm afraid it's self-defeating. The poor ghost's heart raced, his steps intensified, and the dead branches and leaves on the ground made a clattering sound.

"What are you afraid of? There may be genius kissers in the world, and the so-called geniuses of the underworld are all trained—a hundred trainings, one training, ten thousand trainings, you can't be a genius if you don't want to. The tongue-puller closed his eyes and knelt half-there, his tongue sticking out in the air, and the piercing hole was clear at a glance.

"Alas, Wen Jun's words are better than reading ten years! Twenty years earlier when I met you, I wouldn't need to read any books!" The poor dead ghost felt a trance, and also half knelt down, his body trembled slightly, and he didn't dare to kiss it.

The poor ghost has never been close to a woman in the yang world, and in the underworld, this is the first time he has faced a female ghost at close range.

The opposite sex is a strange and unpredictable mystery.

Of course, it could also be an abyss.

In a panic, the poor ghost suddenly thought of the crow peck ghost Hai Weiyang, and couldn't help asking, "Why did you appear with that old crow?" As far as I know, you have never been a maverick and don't like to cooperate with other ghosts?"

"Don't think cranky and think that I have an affair with that official ruffian!" "The tongue-pulling ghost sighed, "The ghost from officialdom is selfish nine times out of ten, and often thinks that without himself, the earth will no longer rotate, I despise it from my heart, and I naturally avoid ......"

"That'...... Then how can they appear together on the highway?" the poor ghost felt a little sour in his heart, "the female ghost who loves vanity and is accustomed to opportunism, has always liked to associate with powerful official ruffians, and thinks that once he gets involved with the so-called important people, he will become very important, and he can boast among the sisters." ”

"Look at you honestly, I can't imagine that you will still be cranky. Ma Mengyao, the tongue-pulling ghost, smiled, and quickly turned serious, "I had a fight with you and your leaky ghost friend, my tongue was injured, and I ran a long way in one go, and then stopped on a tall tree to rest, inhaled the cool breeze to heal my wounds, and was caught by the crow peck ghost from behind." ”

"Oh, I didn't bully you, did I?" the poor ghost Mao Changsheng became anxious, "It seems that there are so many artillery pieces to send him, and there are still few." ”

"Being caught by a crow, trying to break free and run away is a pipe dream. I had no choice but to say, 'Old ghost, what are you doing with me? You old man has a thief's heart, and I have no appetite for decent scoundrels, old lady!'

"I wanted to provoke the crow and find an opportunity to escape, but the old fellow was once in the sea, and he was not fooled at all, and he lifted me in the air with one hand, opened his bloody mouth, licked his lips, and said: 'You have only two ways to go, either be my assistant and follow me to make a contribution, or I will swallow you at once, so that you can't even make a ghost, and become my tonic. ’”

"I don't want to follow that old fool, and I don't want to be his tonic, but I can't beat it, I can't escape, I can only disobey it, and I agree to be his follower for the time being. Later, using the same method, he subdued the swelling ghost Kang Xiumei. ”

"Oh, I see. The poor ghost was relieved, "I didn't play hooligan on you, but just forced you to be his assistant, which is a great luck in misfortune." In the future, if I have a chance, I will have a good fight with him. ”

"Oh, don't talk about those nasty ghosts, let's get down to business - don't miss the opportunity, don't miss it!"

The tongue-puller grabbed the poor ghost's head suddenly, gagged him with his mouth, and put his shrunken tongue into his mouth, stirring while greedily sucking the saliva from his mouth, as if in the depths of the desert, a thirsty traveler on the verge of death had obtained a water bag......

Hi, in the world, Mao Changsheng has always thought that in the face of the opposite sex, it is often the man who is active and impulsive, and when he reaches the underworld, he can't imagine that a female ghost will be like this?

However, this kind of "erotic encounter", which male ghost is not dreaming of?

Pretty good!

Let the horses come!

The poor ghost experienced a wonderful feeling that he had never experienced before, fluttering like a fairy, as if he was about to fly into the sky, and couldn't help but sigh.

However, the good feeling is fleeting, and the saliva in the mouth is sucked away continuously.

Not only that, but the oxygen in the mouth was sucked out, and everything in the chest cavity was surging, involuntarily jumping upward, as if it was about to be sucked away.

Strange thing, the whole body seems to be sucked away!

The poor ghost Mao Changsheng felt suffocated, felt dizzy, and panicked, as if he had touched an electric current in the Yang World.

Once, when I connected the light line without authorization, I accidentally let the positive and negative two strands of single wire together, and a thrilling feeling suddenly flowed all over my body, and my heart beat sharply, and I was unforgettable.

Is this the kind of kiss you get in movies and television? It's the first kiss that's been long overdue.

When he was in the yang world, the poor ghost Mao Changsheng couldn't help but boil his blood when he saw the scene of his lover kissing, and he couldn't help but yearn for it, and he still couldn't help but watch it while pretending to spit on it.

But now, why is there no sweet feeling? Is it that everyone will only work blindly for everything that has not been obtained?

The poor ghost felt extremely uncomfortable, and couldn't help but suck it too, although he stopped everything he was sucking, he couldn't suck a trace of ambergris from the other party at all.

The two seemed evenly matched, and they were stalemate for a while.

It's not a fun trick, and it might as well be over sooner.

The poor ghost tried to remove his lips, but it was as if he was stuck with a special glue.

The poor ghost tried to persuade the other party to be merciful, but he couldn't make a sound at all. In a panic, the poor dead broke free of the tongue-pulling ghost's greasy claws that were wrapped around him, and pushed her shoulders hard, trying to pull her away, but he couldn't exert the slightest strength.

"It's over, I'm going to die today!" The poor ghost suddenly had a desperate thought, his hands hung down, and he gave up the useless struggle, "It's over, after Lao Tzu became a poor ghost, he will be a merry ghost!"

"Cough-cough-cough-" At the critical moment, three old-fashioned coughs suddenly came.

This cough, suddenly, is like a bolt from the blue.

However, it was not too soon, not too late, and it was simply a blessing for life.

The poor ghost was startled, and realized that the tongue-pulling ghost had quickly removed his lips.

In an instant, the desperate suffocating feeling of the poor dead disappeared.

Oh, the feeling of relief is so beautiful, like a spring breeze, it is not an exaggeration.

Ma Mengyao, the tongue-pulling ghost, stood up angrily, crossed her slender waist with both hands, and roared loudly:

"I'm fucking his grandmother, which miscellaneous skin is disturbing the good things of the old lady?

The poor ghost Mao Changsheng, without thinking about it, followed as if he were a dog, and also crossed his thick waist with both hands, and scolded repeatedly:

"Who, why are you bothering my dreams?"

The mouth scolded like this, but the heart was full of gratitude: "It's good, it's wonderful, it's the devil's croaking!"

There was silence all around, and only the majestic wind gently shook the trees.

"What are you doing? Even your aunt's privacy has to be interfered with? If you don't get out again, your aunt and grandmother have a good look!" the tongue puller scolded angrily, and looked for troublemakers who did not know the times.

The poor dead ghost helped: "If you don't get out again, my aunt and grandfather have you to see! I practiced in my previous life and did thousands of good deeds before I got this affair, and I died like this?"

"Hey...... "Hey finally answered in the woods—a string of creepy sneers.

Who?

What the heck?