The little old Taoist secretly

Author: Xu Xiujun

The little old Taoist secretly

He didn't bother to ask, he still had to think of a way to get Lan Lan over.

The little old Taoist brought the food to Huang Lang's residence. He raised his hand and knocked on the door for a moment, then stopped knocking. There was a murderous devil here. If he was offended, it would be bad luck. The little old Taoist's face was tight.

I leaned against the door and listened, but there was no sound. I pushed the door open cautiously, quietly entered the courtyard and closed the door smoothly. I touched something warm and elastic. When I turned around and saw the yellow wolf standing in front of me, I was so scared that the little old Taoist trembled and almost dropped his wooden box.

Get rid of.

Donor, don't get me wrong, I have no ill intentions. I was afraid of disturbing you, so I came in quietly. Look, look, I'm here to deliver food to you. I have absolutely no ill intentions.

The little old Taoist opened the wooden box of food and showed it to him.

Yellow Wolf looked at the side dishes in the wooden box. They were not bad and nodded.

The little old Taoist was frightened from the bottom of his heart when he saw Huang Lang. When he saw him staring at the food without saying anything, he thought he was suspicious!

The little old Taoist picked up the food and ate it one by one. His mouth was full of oil and he burped, "You see, it's not poisonous, it's not poisonous."

The yellow wolf was so angry that he couldn't laugh or cry. It was a special code but not poisonous. He had already tried it all. What should I eat?

The two looked at each other and laughed.

In the courtyard next door, Feng Ziyue and Lan Feixia tensed up and took a peek.

The little old Taoist burped and told Huang Lang not to worry, he would prepare the meal right away.

"Wait a minute." Huang Lang's expression suddenly became serious, and he looked around. Feng Ziyue, Lan Feixia, and the little old Taoist were all very nervous, thinking that Huang Lang had discovered their whereabouts.

Feng Ziyue held the Xuankun needle tightly and prepared to fight.

The little old Taoist Luck is ready to run away.

Donor, what are your instructions?

Huang Lang looked around and said, "Remember to bring me two bottles of wine later, don't let the old Tao see it. I found that the old Tao also likes to drink, and I'm afraid that he will come over and drink with me. I don't like to have other people around when I'm eating.

I like to be alone and drink some wine."

The little old Taoist nodded happily and left quickly.

No, it's possible that the old Taoist has informed Yellow Wolf of our whereabouts, so we should evacuate immediately, otherwise, the consequences will be disastrous.

After Lan Feixia finished speaking, Feng Ziyue shook her head and returned to the house with a smile but not a smile.

Huang Lang drank some wine, ate side dishes, and hummed a tune. Feng Ziyue told Lao Dao to quickly get the woman Lan Lan to serve Huang Lang.

Feng Ziyue and Lan Feixia are waiting for the opportunity to assassinate.

It was a starry night, everything was normal, the working people had already fallen asleep, and there were occasional guards patrolling the streets and alleys.

The pigs and dogs are all sleeping.

The yellow wolf slept particularly sweetly.

The old Taoist went to find Lan Lan but returned disappointed. Lan Lan went on a trip and the exact day of his return was unknown. He returned to the Taoist temple and rested on a makeshift wooden bed next to the hall. His courtyard was given over to yellow wolves, so he could only build a temporary one.

bed.

After washing up, the old man closed the door and was just lying on the bed when there was a knock on the door.

Dang Dang Dang.

Dang Dang.

He stood up suddenly without turning on the light and ran to the door and climbed on the wall to watch. Under the night, there were two people, one wearing a veil, and a red-haired wild ghost.

Oh my god, this is a wild ghost coming to collect the soul!

The old Taoist was so frightened that he recited silently, "Amitabha, Amitabha, protect me." Hey, it is interesting for the old Taoist to recite the Buddha's words silently.

Dang Dang Dang.

The red-haired wild ghost knocked on the door again and said, "No one is here. His grandma is a jerk. Let's go to another house."

Try knocking on the door.

When the old man heard the two women talking, he climbed up the wall again and saw the shadows of the two women. They were not wild ghosts.

woman.

The old Taoist monk decided to let the two of them sleep on a temporary bed in the hall.

When he arrived, he pretended to trot and opened the door.

The old Taoist's every move has been clearly seen by the visitor, but he just doesn't want to kill anyone.

The old man opened the door and saw a red-haired weirdo who was even more wild than a wild ghost. He was so frightened that he quickly closed the door and said, "Oh my God, it's really a wild ghost." He was so frightened that the old man wet his pants, turned around and ran away.

He went inside and got under the bed. He listened for a long time but there was no sound. Late at night, it was pitch black. The old man carefully crawled out from under the bed and saw that there was no one in the hall. He bravely came to the courtyard and found no one. The door was closed.

Everything is fine.

The old Taoist was puzzled. Could it be that he was hallucinating? Well, it might be a hallucination. He walked back to the small room in the front hall of the Taoist temple, opened the bed and prepared to go to sleep. When he opened the bed, he was so frightened that he was stunned!

The red-haired weirdo held up the oil lamp and grinned, "I'm back. Come on, let's go to bed and play together!"

Oh my god, wild ghost, female gangster wild ghost, real ghost, the old man was so frightened that white smoke came out of his head, his whole body was trembling, he turned around and ran, bumped into something warm, looked up and saw that he was wearing a veil, Mu Chaofeng was blocking him

way out.

As the saying goes, rabbits bite people when they are anxious, and they bite people when they are anxious. The old man rushed forward and bit him madly. Mu Chaofeng shook his hand lightly, and the old man flew into the arms of the red-haired weirdo on the bed.

The red-haired weirdo hugged the old Taoist and pressed against his face, caressing him and using his long red hair to warm him. Do you dare to move? The old Taoist remained motionless and did not dare to breathe. Seeing the red-haired weirdo look like a wild ghost up close, it was simply amazing.

..."Mom, second aunt, third aunt, ancestors, female ghosts, heroes, spare your life, spare your life, spare your life! Don't eat me, don't eat me."

Okay, I won't eat you, just obey.

We are tired in the middle of the night, so go to bed quickly. I warn you, don't make any noise, otherwise, I will take your head off and play it as a ball.

After the red-haired weirdo finished speaking, he covered the old man with the quilt, and she fumbled with her hands to take off her clothes. After a while, the bed made noises, creaking, creaking, and mixed with the gasps of men and women. The old man complained incessantly and did not dare to resist, but was forced to use the stick.

Mu Chaofeng could see it clearly. Normally, she would kill a man or woman who dared to play in front of her, but today she made an exception. After all, she wanted to give the red-haired weirdo face.

This time, the two returned to the Xishan Sect because something big happened. Mu Chaofeng had to do this big thing in order to avenge her, so that he could kill Hu Yuanxi and avenge the murder of her whole family.

Mu Chaofeng felt like he had a mirror in his heart. This red-haired weirdo was his only confidant and the one who understood him. Her electric knife swept through most people in the martial arts world. She was also a rare helper. Love between men and women was a normal phenomenon. It just so happened.

I haven't watched a live broadcast for a long time. In this dark night, I can't see. I can only listen to the sounds and supplement the pictures in my mind. That's so cool.

The red-haired weirdo hadn't played with a man for a long time. She and the old man spent two hours tossing around using the light and pushing the old man, "Oh, I said, why do you wet the bed? You are a big man?"

Ancestor of the wild ghost, I am not wetting the bed, I am sweating all over my body. Oops, my waist, my legs, my whole body is sore and weak. The old man stares at the beams in a daze with his eyes blankly.

The red-haired weirdo was happy when she saw him looking exhausted, "Oh, I said, it's your turn, come on!" She waved to Mu Chaofeng to go to bed.
Chapter completed!