Daoist is beautiful and delicious

"Don't talk so much nonsense, hurry up, I want you two to help me tie the sheets into ropes, hurry up!" Song Yu was so anxious that he was going crazy, the person he feared most in his life was his eldest brother, if his father came , at least when he was dragged back, he only verbally cursed and knelt down in the ancestral hall, but his elder brother would never show mercy to him. His elder brother is now the pillar of the Song family. He was half dead, and his parents didn't dare to stop him.

"Master, it's tied up."

"Quick, throw it down."

"Second Young Master Song, be careful."

Song Yu pulled the quilt tremblingly and climbed down carefully. Just halfway through the climb, a group of people entered the room, and the eldest brother's voice came from the room.

"Little Douzi, where is Song Yu?"

"Eldest young master, little... small... small... I don't know."

"I don't know, heh, take it down."

"Master, please spare me!"

Xiaodouzi's screams made Song Yu tremble in fright, slipped his hand, and fell straight down.

"Ah!" There was a stabbing pain under his right foot, but there was no blood, it must have been sprained, Song Yu stood up reluctantly, saw the fragments of white jade under his body, touched the pendant by his side, it turned out that he had been wearing the white jade pendant since he was a child, and it was already It fell apart.

Song Yu didn't care about it anymore, endured the pain, dragged his right foot, and walked towards the woods beside him.

Just after Song Yu left, a man in a Chinese robe appeared by the window. Song Ming looked out thoughtfully, and saw a few pieces of white jade on the ground with the tip of his eyes. It was obviously Song Yu's jade pendant, which could emit a faint white light in the dark night. Song Yu's jade pendant was gifted by an expert, it was different from ordinary jade, Song Ming could recognize it at a glance, and narrowed his eyes dangerously.

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"Damn, what the hell kind of place is this?" Song Yu was walking in the woods with difficulty. He just fled to the woods in a panic. He didn't want to go deep into the woods. Really fucking can't get out, like a ghost hitting a wall, there is no return.

Returning to the tree he had marked once again, Song Yusheng collapsed on the ground helplessly. It's over, I'm the second young master of the Song family who is about to die in this barren mountain.

A gust of gloomy wind blew, making Song Yu shiver from the cold. As we all know, whenever a person is in the dark night, he can't help but think wildly, there are ghosts everywhere, and everything looks like a demon.

Scared the second son of Song Dynasty enough, he buried his head in chanting scriptures.

At this time, a woman's cry for help could be vaguely heard in the distance.

"Don't listen, don't listen, Wang Ba recites the scriptures."

"Help... help!"

The sound gradually became clear from far to near, and suddenly there was a loud noise in front of Song Yu, and the dust immediately flew up.

"Cough cough cough..."

Song Yu waved his sleeves, fanning away the dust in front of him, at this moment a bloody water grabbed his foot.

"Young master, save... save..."

"Ah! Don't come here, don't eat me, my Song Yu's meat is terrible!" Song Yu kicked his hand away in fright, and crawled outside until a pair of black boots appeared in front of him.

Song Yu raised her head subconsciously, a pair of slender thighs, an unparalleled handsome face, a proper big beauty, the oiran Mingyue was eclipsed in front of him, even though he was a man, it also made the prodigal son who had been hanging out in the flowers all year round dumbfounded, the beauty was holding a dust whisk , looking coldly at Song Yu at his feet.

Mo Qingfeng didn't like Song Yu's expression like seeing a beautiful girl's prodigal son, so he said coldly, "Get lost."

"Ah?" After talking, talking, still speaking to me, the voice was nice, Song Yu looked at Mo Qingfeng fascinated.

Without saying a word, Mo Qingfeng kicked Song Yu far away.

Song Yu kept rolling like a winter melon, kept rolling, kept rolling, and didn't stop until a tree blocked it. Although Song Yu didn't suffer from the kick, the second son of Song's clothes were messy, and his hair was full of weeds. Being a beggar made Song Yu feel ashamed and humiliated.

"Stinky Taoist priest, how dare you treat me like this!"

"My lord, help me." A woman's call came from afar.

Song Yu limped to settle accounts with Mo Qingfeng, just in time to see Mo Qingfeng holding a sword to stab the woman on the ground. Although the woman's body was covered with blood, it couldn't stop her beauty, her hands were like catkins, With skin as thick as fat and beautiful eyes looking forward, she looked at Song Yu pitifully.

Although Mo Qingfeng is also quite good-looking, but he is a man after all, and he still wears handles. Song Yu would not be interested. Seeing the beauty who fell to the ground, Song Yu's compassion began to flood again. .

"Well, you stinky Taoist priest, you are killing people here!"

"Step aside."

"I won't let you, what? Hey, you still want to kill me? Do you know who I am? If anything happens to me, your days will be over!"

"Get out of the way!" Mo Qingfeng raised his voice obviously angrily.

"Angry? Are you guilty of being a thief? Obviously, you see that the girl doesn't want to follow you, so you kill people to silence her. I didn't expect that you look like this, but your heart is very dirty."

"You!" Mo Qingfeng's eyes widened in anger, and the sword pointed at Song Yu, trembling with anger, but he couldn't stab it.

Song Yu saw that he didn't dare to make a move, and decided that Mo Qingfeng was afraid. Song Yu had exposed the truth, and bent down to pull up the poor little beauty on the ground.

"Don't be afraid, girl, I'm here."

The beauty took Song Yu's hand, and suddenly seeing Song Yu's beautiful eyes glowed, she grabbed Song Yu with some excitement, and said softly, "Thank you, my lord."

The voice was so crisp that Song Yu's whole body was numb, his eyes gradually couldn't leave the beauty, he was obsessed, and asked: "I don't know girl..."

The beauty suddenly looked behind Song Yu in horror, "Ah!" and pushed Song Yu away with a sound.

Song Yu seemed to be awakened by something, she had already fallen into Mo Qingfeng's arms, and the little beauty turned into green smoke and disappeared in front of him.

Song Yu was so surprised that he couldn't speak fluently, "Then what kind of fairy is that?"

"That's not a fairy, it's a demon." Mo Qingfeng replied coldly.

"what?"

"Look at your right hand."

Song Yu raised his hand subconsciously, and with the help of moonlight, he could see a blue scratch on his right hand.

"This... what is this?" Song Yu screamed.

"The mark left by the demon."

"Ah? Ahhh, then...then she..."

"I will come to you one day."

"Then she came to me, what is she going to do, we don't know each other well, ah, I won't be eaten, right?"

Mo Qingfeng couldn't bear Song Yu's surprise, so he pushed him away.

Song Yu lost her previous arrogant attitude, hugged Mo Qingfeng's thigh and cried, "Master Daoist, please save me, I can do whatever you want, money, yes, my family has money."

"open."

"I won't let go, uh..."

"Let go first!"

"No, I won't let you go even if you beat me to death! Promise me first."

Song Yu hugged him tighter and tighter, and climbed higher and higher, almost his whole body was on top of Mo Qingfeng.

Mo Qingfeng's expression, which had been forbearance, was about to crack, with veins showing on his forehead, and his hands were clenched tightly.

"Don't go any further...I promise you."

"That's great."

Song Yu wept with joy, and fainted as soon as he let go, unconscious.

Mo Qingfeng was really taken aback, stepped forward to breathe, but fainted, heaved a sigh of relief, probably because he experienced too many stimuli tonight, as an ordinary person, he couldn't accept it all at once, his mood fluctuated too much, and he passed out from exhaustion.