Unknowingly, Ding Ling became more and more clingy, like a plaster that stuck to her body and refused to go off.
He stretched out his hand and rubbed the beautiful girl's back for a while. Holding his head in one hand, he slowly stood up and put on his clothes to take a shower.
When I passed by the living room, I realized that Xiao Ai had disappeared. A quilt was piled on the sofa like a cicada, but my cell phone, bag, and some other things I brought with me were not placed there.
This means that Xiao Ai left and went to work. After all, this demon king is different from us and has serious work to consider.
I opened the window and looked outside. The dark clouds dispersed, the sky was clear, and the warm sunshine poured in from the window. I originally wanted to ask Guigui to go out to bask in the sun, but when I opened the door, I saw that Guigui was wearing that
She was lying on the bedside wearing a very sultry nightgown, holding the big bear between her two pink legs, breathing evenly and sleeping soundly.
Gui Gui is different from Ding Ling. She usually gets up very early. It’s rare to see her like this. I immediately felt that it was really interesting. I used to worry about whether there was something wrong with Gui Gui’s high energy. Now look, after having a drink, this
Xiao Nizi can sleep peacefully all day long.
He picked up the quilt that was drooping on the carpet and covered her with it. He changed into simple and light clothes. Looking at the time, it was almost nine o'clock.
I called Xiaopang and the others and asked about the news from Tielou Studio. Xiaopang said that a few people came here in the morning and invited two magic weapons to control the house. Others were nothing. He also asked me what day it was today.
It's not that I can't get over it. I thought about it and said, I have something to do in the morning, maybe a little later. But as soon as I said this, I heard the unusually obscene laughter of Xiaopang and Danniu. I knew that these two bastards were thinking something wrong again.
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People, it’s just like this. Once I see someone with a beautiful wife, I always feel that that person is extremely blessed, and they are indispensable for singing and dancing every night. I used to feel the same way, but when this happened to me, I realized,
The most rare thing is not how charming the beautiful girl is, but the mutual trust between each other that is never acknowledged but is obvious.
In each other's eyes, they actually regard each other as their closest relatives. That's why Ding Ling changed the image of the cold beauty in the past into a little pervert who can do anything.
Girl, there is nothing wrong with this. Who said it before? A beautiful girl who looks like a lady outside, a housewife at home, and a slut in bed is the best in the world. Come to think of it, this is the same truth.
Go downstairs and turn left. At the entrance of the community, there is a steaming porridge stall next to a small shed that looks like an illegal building. The owner of this stall is very familiar to me. I ordered two portions of preserved egg and lean meat porridge, and then another
A little bit of bun pie
I made breakfast with something like that. I saw that some of the new side dishes were pretty good, so I picked some together. When I was filling the soy milk, the little girl who was shopping kept looking at me with complicated eyes.
I was stunned for a moment.
"What's wrong?" He touched his face, feeling embarrassed for a while, mentally wondering if there was something like lipstick marks, but after much thinking, he couldn't do it. Ding Ling rarely used lip gloss, and besides, he washed it before coming out.
After taking a shower, while I was thinking about it, the owner of the bun shop ran out from the small restaurant opposite. While wiping his hands with a white towel, he said to me with a smile: "Here he comes!"
"Ah, here we come." I said, nodding to the other person.
"What have you been busy with recently?" he said again with a grin.
"It's nothing, it's still the same." I said, took the breakfast in my hand, and asked how much it cost, but the little girl turned to look at the boss. When the elder brother saw this, he said to me with a playful smile: "It's a gift.
Sent!"
"No, no, no, it's all a small business, and it's not easy for anyone..." I said, taking out a banknote from my wallet and handing it over, but the little girl turned to look at their boss and didn't take it.
Seeing this situation, I was stunned and thought to myself, what's the fuss about? I've never encountered anything like this in my life, why do you still give me money and don't want it...
"Brother, is there something wrong with you?" I turned around and asked with a puzzled look on my face. After hearing this, the old man wiped his hands again and hesitated for a long time, then he became a little embarrassed.
Nodding, he pulled me aside, looked around to see if there was no one around, and then whispered: "Brother, are you Mr. Yin-Yang?"
"No." I said, shaking my head.
"Don't you know how to catch ghosts?" Hearing this, the other party was startled.
"Oh, I do make a living from this, but it's not necessarily Mr. Yin-Yang who catches ghosts. Mr. Yin-Yang looks at the feng shui of the ghost house and presides over the funeral taboos. I know very little about feng shui. I go out to see the dead.
Not at all, how can you say you are Mr. Yin-Yang..."
"Well, well, well, well, what do you do? Master of ghost hunting?" I don't know if he understood what I said, so he asked me with an apologetic smile.
"I am a disciple of Maoshan, a disciple of the Taoist sect who is not a monk. I have a shop on the street. I don't care about Feng Shui. I only take some orders to catch ghosts, subjugate monsters, suppress houses, and rescue people. By the way, I will buy some with spiritual power.
The magic weapon, what, do you need it?"
"No, no, no, I'm just asking, just asking." The other person said, waving his hands and turning around. Seeing him like this, I frowned for a while and took out twenty yuan in change and put it on the roadside.
I was about to go back to the stall, but as soon as I turned around, I was stopped by him again.
"Brother, I want to ask you something."
"Seeing a house or seeing a doctor?" I asked, turning slightly sideways.
"It depends on the person." The other party said and sighed.
"I want to go back and change clothes. Just wait for me. I'll come down to you in half an hour." I said, raised the things in my hands and nodded to him, and then walked back on my own.
People in our field actually have a lot of taboos to abide by. Therefore, most of the old-school seniors live in houses that look like temples. They are surrounded by cigarettes and chanting all day long. They look like they are neither Buddhist nor Taoist, which is strange.
Gotta be tight.
As for the reason for this, I think it is still inseparable from the evolution of the skills within the sect. Maoshan, at the very beginning, was a Zhengyi sect, and it was also a small sect that gradually differentiated from the Shangqing sect. Its content was based on the southern region.
of witchcraft and Taoism
The skills of the "mountain" character line are mainly based on it. After gradual development, they have learned from many local arts and gradually created many unique spells, forming their own sect. Due to the inheritance of the arts, they spread around Maoshan as the center. Therefore,