Chapter 151 A different Lanruo Temple (please subscribe)
Outside the door, Xiaoyu still refused to leave and begged: "Miss Man, if you don't go, Master Ninth will scold me."
Shaman said coldly: "I told you, I have already fallen asleep."
Xiaoyu wanted to say something else, but suddenly a palm rested on her shoulder, "I have prepared a gift for you. I hope you like it."
Gong Jiu, dressed in white, had a bit of hope on her stern face.
The door opened.
Shaman looked at Gong Jiu who was standing at the door. Xiaoyu had quietly retreated.
"I'm not interested in your gift."
A smile appeared on Gong Jiu's face, and she turned her palm over to reveal an ice flower.
It's summer now, but this flower is carved from ice, and its transparent petals have not yet begun to melt.
How far away do you have to be to have a cache of ice?
How much effort does it take to send this ice flower here completely?
Who else can do such a thing besides Jiu Gongzi?
He knew that Shaman never valued external things, and he also knew that she was afraid of heat. On this island, there was no ice all year round.
So, he brought this ice flower back.
Shaman said coldly: "I'm sorry, I already have someone I like, and this person is not you."
The smile on Gong Jiu's face gradually disappeared, replaced by a look of madness and ferocity.
"You like me, or love me, the reason is not clear to others, but you and I both know it! You don't give me what I want, and I don't want what you give... It's that simple." Shaman stood there.
At the door, he said with an indifferent expression.
Gong Jiu's eyes became more and more terrifying, and an irrepressible anger ignited in his chest.
"Take off your clothes!" Gong Jiuleng shouted.
Shaman shook his head, "I am different now from before..."
This is indeed the case. What she is wearing right now is the plain white dress that tightly wraps herself...
She would never go to a casino dressed up like before with only a nightgown wrapped around her clothes.
Gong Jiu smiled lowly, waved his left hand, and shot out a sharp breath, which instantly cut Shaman's skirt into pieces, revealing his perfect body.
"Look, it's not the same."
Shaman's eyes became colder and colder, but underneath his fiery body was an extremely cold heart.
Gong Jiu stared at Shaman's body, her eyes gradually showing craziness, "Where's the whip! Where is my whip?"
Shaman showed a bit of sarcasm.
This man's masochism is about to explode again...
His breath gradually became thicker and he growled: "Where is the whip! Where is it? No one in the world dares to like you except me! I will kill anyone who likes you... No one can save you!"
"Hey, yo, what if she liked the little old man? Did you kill him? How dare you?" A joking voice came from far away and reached the door in an instant.
Gong Jiu's expression changed, and the craziness in his eyes became more and more intense.
Gong Jiu's blood is infected with some crazy elements. He has the fluid of a poisonous snake, the heart of a fox, the ice and snow in the North Sea, the rocks of the Tianshan Mountains, the bravery of a lion, the ruthlessness of a jackal, the patience of a camel, and the patience of a human being.
Clever, add a ghost from the eighteenth level of hell.
His character is complex to the point of being almost twisted!
Hao Jian actually doesn't hate Gong Jiu. Sometimes this person is a bit cute. For example, he often gets lost, keeps his promises, and can't even do simple addition and subtraction.
If you ask him, seventeen of a hundred people have died, how many are left?
He might actually find a hundred people, kill seventeen of them, and then lose again before he can answer the question.
It can be said that he is wise and foolish, or he can be said to be his true temperament...
When Shaman saw Hao Jian appear, his expression suddenly became vivid, "He's right, what I like is the little old man. Why don't you go and kill him?"
This was originally a joke to echo Hao Jian, but Gong Jiu had no doubts, dropped the ice flower in his hand, turned around and left with the Red Dragon Snow-Sealing Sword!
He really plans to kill the little old man!
Hao Jian looked at Gong Jiu who disappeared into the night in shock...
Isn’t this... so stupid and wise?
Can you believe this nonsense?
Sha Manjiao smiled and said, "If it weren't for you, I would never have imagined that it would be so easy to deal with Gong Jiu."
Her clothes had been torn to pieces by Gong Jiu's true energy. This smile...
Baby Granary is jumping up and down like crazy, full of elasticity!
Hao Jian glanced at the unobstructed Shaman and said, "Go and put on your clothes, you're making me dizzy..."
Not only did Shaman not block it, but he even deliberately shook it.
"No astringency!" Hao Jian said to his eyes.
Shaman was stunned for a moment, and then started laughing...
"Hahahahaha... It seems that you can't control your eyes. In other words, you may not be able to control other positions either!"
This movement was so large that Hao Jian couldn't even look at it!
How should I put it? The beauties in the ancient world can show off their bodies without any care. This kind of enthusiasm, initiative and wantonness is incomparable in the gold world...
"Woman, you have provoked me again and again, and I cannot spare you!"
Then, Hao Jian really lost control this time!
Click till then.
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After a while, Hao Jian said: "Have you ever heard of shouting Mai?"
Shaman said in confusion: "What?"
"One person I drink and get drunk, and the drunken couple makes the bitch into a pair; the two eyes are alone and follow each other, I just hope that one day we can return together..."
A rhythmic voice came...
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The clouds collect and the rain stops.
Shaman lay lazily in Hao Jian's arms, "I said, I will give it to anyone who helps me kill that person once, but you are simply a bastard!"
Hao Jian curled his lips and said, "Why am I such a jerk?"
Shaman gritted his teeth and said: "You bastard, you have tortured me several times..."
"Didn't you ask for this! I've told you, I'm a scumbag, and you still take the initiative to attack me, then I can only take away my kidney..." Hao Jian said with a smile.
Shaman couldn't help but rolled his eyes, "I've seen a lot of scumbags, who do you think I am?"
After a pause, she curled up like a cat again, "Hey, Hao Jian, tell me a story? Don't be sad, I like to hear funny ones."
Hao Jian thought for a while and said with a bad smile: "How about a scary ghost story? It's a dark and windy night, so it's very suitable."
Seeing the change in Shaman's face, Hao Jian spoke eloquently: "Speaking of which... a long time ago, there was a scholar named Ning Caichen. On his way to Beijing to take the exam, he passed by a temple called 'Lanruo Temple'...
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"In the temple, a bearded swordsman saw him and told him that the temple was haunted."
"The scholar's face turned pale with fright, and he quickly said: 'You can't say anything about the strange power and chaos! I have a great and upright spirit, what evil spirits and evil spirits are I afraid of?' The bearded man had no choice but to warn him: 'You can stay here, but you can go in.
Never look through the books on the table again.'"
"Why can't I open the book?" Shaman asked curiously. She was already attracted by the story instinctively...
Scholars, haunted temples, heroic swordsmen...
She was already looking forward to the rest of the story.
Hey, who is the story?
By the way, do you think this is a serious version of "A Chinese Ghost Story"?
Of course...not anymore!
This is...the bitch version!
Hao Jian continued: "Ning Caichen followed the guidance of the bearded swordsman and went upstairs. When he entered the room, he found that there was indeed a book on the table. It was extremely simple. He hesitated again and again, but still could not suppress his curiosity.
He thought to himself that the book was the words of a saint, so there was nothing to be afraid of! So, he slowly opened the first page..."
At this point, Shaman held his breath and huddled tightly in Hao Jian's arms, feeling both nervous and expectant.
"There is a sentence written on the first page: The evil spirit is already downstairs!"
"Ah!" Shaman screamed, and her delicate body began to tremble, as if an evil spirit was about to come in outside the door.
Hao Jian's voice became faint, "Ning Caichen hurriedly turned to the second page, and there was still a sentence on it: The evil ghost is going upstairs."
Shaman has begun to tremble...
"Stop talking, stop talking..." Sister Daxi was also frightened.
Hao Jian lowered his voice even more and said: "Ning Caichen turned to the third page again and wrote, 'The evil ghost is already at your door'!"
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Sharman: "..."
Her face turned pale, and she quickly glanced out the window and found that there seemed to be a vague figure. She quickly buried her face in Hao Jian's arms, crying.
"Don't say it...please don't say it..."
Hao Jian was unmoved, and his voice became more and more weird, "Ning Caichen was frightened, and he didn't dare to turn back... So he turned over the first page, the second page, the third page, the first page, the second page.
Page three..."
"After flipping through it countless times, he became nervous...and turned to the fourth page! Guess what he saw?"
Sharman:o((⊙﹏⊙))o.
Hao Jian looked at Shaman's almost fainting expression and said leisurely: "There is still a sentence above, which reads: The evil ghost has been exhausted by you! Hahahahahahahahahaha..."
Sharman: "..."
She breathed a long sigh of relief, and the baby's granary softened a bit, "Tired...so exhausted? Why?"
Hao Jian explained with a smile: "He kept turning the first three pages, and the ghost kept going up and down the stairs...and then he was exhausted!"
Shaman finally understood and burst into laughter...
"You bastard, you scared me to death... Hahahaha, this ghost is so pitiful!" Shaman smiled and sat up, revealing his infinitely beautiful upper body.
"Pfft hahahahahahahaha..." A burst of suppressed laughter came from the window.
Shaman glanced out the window, and the smile on his face gradually disappeared.
There was really a shadow outside the window, standing motionless!
Of course Hao Jian knew the figure outside. The story just now was not actually meant for Shaman...
"Okay, the story is over! Now, I have to go out..."
Opening the door to the room, Gong Jiu looked straight over. Looking at Hao Jian, his face couldn't help but twitch.
Gong Jiu was originally full of anger. Not only was he given a lesson by the little old man, but when he came back, he happened to hear the sound of breathing inside...
But now, after hearing such a story about Lanruo Temple...
Gong Jiu really couldn't hold it back!
"Is it funny?" Hao Jian said with a smile.
Gong Jiu finally regained his stern temperament, and said coldly: "It's not funny at all! If you tell me a hundred stories like that just now, I... can stop caring about you and Shaman.
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Damn it!
Hao Jian almost suspected that he heard wrongly!
Is this still the devilish Gong Jiu?
It turns out that in addition to getting lost and being abused... I also like to listen to bad jokes?
"One hundred is too few...Who are you looking down on? I'll tell you a hundred thousand cold jokes!" Hao Jian looked like he was looking down on someone.
"Ten...one hundred thousand?" Gong Jiu's stern expression that he had managed to maintain collapsed again...
"Wait for me for a day, and I will give you a copy of "One Hundred Thousand Cold Jokes" tomorrow night, so that you can read it all once!" Hao Jian said with confidence, "Of course, the condition is... you can no longer interfere with any of Shaman's affairs.
Don't bother her anymore about things."
Gong Jiu stared at Hao Jian again and again, "Okay, it's a deal!"
Then, Gong Jiu came and left for the third time!
Forehead……
All I can say is that she is truly sincere!
Shaman was still sitting naked on the bed and said, "It turns out that I still don't understand Gong Jiu well enough!"
Hao Jian smiled and said: "It's normal! Looking at the whole world, who knows Gong Jiu, who would tell him a joke? The little old man can, but the little old man can't tell it; others can tell it, but don't dare to say it..."
"Okay, you are awesome, you are the emperor... Your Majesty, then why are you still standing at the door?" Shaman said.
Hao Jian said without turning his head: "I'm blowing the wind."
Shaman was stunned again, "What kind of wind is blowing?"
She found that she couldn't keep up with Hao Jian's jumping thoughts.
Hao Jian replied: "There are three kinds of winds in the world, one is gentle wind, the other is strong wind..."
"What else?" Shaman asked doubtfully.
Hao Jian suddenly looked back and said: "And... my jade tree is facing the wind!"
Shaman laughed and cursed: "...Get out!"
"Hey, that's good! I'm retreating. This retreat will last... for the rest of my life!" Hao Jian smiled contemptuously.
This time, Hao Jian really went back.
Shaman looked at the messy room and was stunned for a long time, then suddenly smiled.
Smiling, crystal tears fell from his cheeks and fell to pieces on the high granary.
"In this world, is there any girl who can really win your heart? Anyway, I probably won't be so lucky... But, I can finally smell the air of freedom..."
"From now on, I want to start a new life!"
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The long night finally passed.
The next day, Shaman returned to her usual aloofness. She was still breathtakingly beautiful in her bare face, wearing a light yellow dress that wrapped her delicate body tightly.
When she appeared in the gambling house again, whether it was Mustache, Suan Xiucai or He Zhizhang, they all clearly felt the change in Shaman.
In the waterside pavilion, the little old man looked at Shaman who was refreshed in energy and spirit, and sighed leisurely: "It's so good to be alive... to be young..."
On the beach, a speedboat rode the wind and waves and left the unknown island.
There were still only two people on the boat, Hao Jian and Honest Monk.
Shaman did not choose to return to the Central Plains with Hao Jian, "If you think of me one day, you can come to the island to find me!"
"Your Majesty, Bodhisattva, Almsgiver Hao, how did you convince the Ninth Young Master?" The honest monk hesitated for a long time and finally asked what he wanted to know most.
He almost had sex with Shaman in front of Gong Jiu. Not only did he not fight to the death, he even allowed Gong Jiu to let go of his control over Shaman...
This is incredible!
Hao Jian smiled, "Secret!"
Beside the island, Gong Jiu, dressed in white, looked at the book "One Hundred Thousand Cold Jokes" in his hand and flipped through it, "Cold jokes, cold jokes, cold jokes..."
