Daoist is beautiful and delicious

"Hey, drink, brother Song, let me toast you."

"Okay, Brother Liang, drink, hey, I can't do it, my stomach hurts, excuse me."

Song Yu clutched her stomach and hurriedly stumbled to the latrine. After drinking too much, her hands and feet were useless, and she couldn't untie her belt. Song Yu was agitated and pulled hard, and the belt was untied At the same time, there was a muffled "dong" sound from under the latrine.

Could it be that the purse was dropped?Song Yu shook his confused head and said, "It doesn't matter, my family has a lot of money, I'm so anxious."

Song Yu squatted down immediately, the stomach and intestines were like a torrential river, with waves and waves, tens of thousands of horses galloping, rushing for thousands of miles.

Song Yu groaned comfortably, reached out to touch his pocket, and came back to his senses, only to realize that he forgot to bring toilet paper. Just as he was about to call for someone, a pair of pale and slender hands reached out from under the door of the hut, and asked in a hoarse voice: "My lord, do you want the red toilet paper? Or the green toilet paper?"

Song Yu was in a state of confusion and didn't even think about it. He took all the toilet paper away and said, "Thanks, you wait at the door. I'll come out and reward you."

"Hee hee, Mr. Xie." The weird laughter made Song Yu's hair stand on end.

The more he thought about it, the more something went wrong. After Song Yu tied his belt and came out, he found that there was no one there. There was a dishwashing woman at the corner of the hut, and asked, "Hey, have you seen anyone coming out of the hut?"

Seeing that it was the second young master of the Song family, the aunt quickly got up and said respectfully: "This old slave has been washing dishes here, and only saw the second young master Song go in, and I have never seen anyone else."

"Really?"

"Could it be that the Second Young Master Song encountered something bad?" The aunt looked around mysteriously, and said to Song Yu in a low voice: "When I was young, I heard the old man say that if you forget to bring toilet paper when you go to the latrine, you will be asked if you want red toilet paper." or green toilet paper, never answer."

"Why?" Song Yu asked, swallowing nervously.

"That's a life-seeking ghost. If you want red toilet paper, you will come for three days to take your life, and if you want green toilet paper, you will take your life for seven days."

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Song Yu was always thinking about what the aunt said, and he didn't even hear Liang Qiu calling him. Finally, he was photographed, like a frightened bird bouncing off the chair, jumping all the people on the wine table, Liang Qiu asked: " Brother Song, what's wrong with you?"

"I'm sorry, brothers, Mr. Song feels unwell today, so I will retire first, and I will make an apology another day."

After Song Yu finished speaking, she hurried home and ran to the door of a room. When she was about to rush in, the person inside just opened the door and immediately hugged Song Yu who rushed in.

"What's the matter? Shaking so much." Mo Qingfeng said softly.

"Mo Daochang, Mo Immortal, save me, there is a ghost who wants to kill me." Song Yu hugged Mo Qingfeng tightly, shaking and shaking, like a frightened little rabbit.

"You have that jade pendant on your body, don't talk about ghosts, it's fine if you don't kill yourself." Mo Qingfeng laughed.

"Yes, the wallet is still there, where is my jade?" Song Yu touched his waist, and there was only a delicate little purse. He patted himself on the head and woke up suddenly: "It must have fallen into the latrine."

"Don't rush away, let me guess which hut you fell into, huh?"

Mo Qingfeng hugged Song Yu tightly in his arms, making Song Yu unable to break free. Don't look at Mo Qingfeng's face is full of smiles now. After getting along with him for a long time, Song Yu knows his temper very well. He usually keeps a straight face. He is a high-ranking immortal who cultivates immortality and asks people, and Mo Qingfeng only has the look of an ordinary person when facing Song Yu.

At this time, Song Yu knew that the storm was coming, Mo Qingfeng was really angry, rolled his eyes, immediately relaxed his body, buried his head between Mo Qingfeng's neck, rubbed Mo Qingfeng's lower body with his thigh, and lowered his head. Said: "Mo Daochang, it's late at night, it's time to rest."

Faced with Song Yu's temptation, Mo Qingfeng had no resistance, his breath became disordered, he bit the ear that was brought to his mouth, and said hoarsely: "Don't think I will let you go."

Mo Qingfeng hugged Song Yu to the bed and kissed wildly. Song Yu was secretly happy, thinking that Mo Qingfeng would let him go. Unexpectedly, Mo Qingfeng stopped suddenly, and Song Yu opened his eyes dissatisfied. Startled by the sight in front of him, Mo Qingfeng took a hemp rope and tied it to his body, and the way of tying it was very familiar.

"Isn't this the exclusive binding method of Li Shao?" Song Yu asked in surprise.

"I made a special trip to learn." Mo Qingfeng said.

"Good you Mo Qingfeng, didn't I tie you up just once in the first place? I even went to learn this to get revenge on me." Song Yu gritted her teeth.

"If you tell me honestly, I'll let you go." Mo Qingfeng kissed Song Yu, and Song Yu turned away immediately.

Mo Qingfeng smiled and said: "It's okay, anyway, the night is very long, and I happen to have nothing to do tomorrow, so I don't believe that I can't ask something from Second Young Master Song."

Song Yu was scorched by Mo Qingfeng's shamelessness, and said: "You...you...you are still a decent cultivator of immortality, are you not afraid of being known by lynching an ordinary person here? "

"Oh, Young Master Song's memory is too bad. I was expelled from the sect a long time ago. I'm not a decent Taoist, just a down-and-out Taoist priest."

Without further ado, Mo Qingfeng directly hung Song Yu up. Song Yu's hands were hung above the top of the bed, her knees could just kneel on the bed, her hair was disheveled and her head bowed. Song Yu looked like she was caught. The little rabbit who is about to be eaten is very pitiful.

Mo Qingfeng raised Song Yu's chin, and said, "Young Master Song, tell me where you went tonight? Who did you see? I have set up a barrier in this room, so people outside can't hear it. Young Master Song thinks Shout as loud as you want."

"Mo Qingfeng, you bastard! Ah!"

Mo Qingfeng took out a whip and whipped it down, then gently stroked Song Yu's innocent cheek and asked, "Does it hurt?"

"It hurts, it hurts me to death, Mo Qingfeng, you dare to hit me!" Song Yu said angrily.

"Pain? This whip is produced by Yihonglou. It is said that beating people does not hurt the flesh and bones, and it also allows the victim to enjoy the pleasure. Hasn't Young Master Song played with it?"

When Song Yu heard that the whip was produced by Yihonglou, his face turned blue and then pale. Of course he had played with it and liked it very much, but it was not used on him. Thinking about it, he was a frequent visitor of Yihonglou, a famous whip in Yizhou City. The second-generation ancestor of his family, a prodigal son, is omnipotent in eating, drinking, whoring, and gambling. still bitter.

"Woooo(┯_┯), Mo Qingfeng, are you my evil star?" Song Yu cried.