The happy coffin is opened, all ghosts disperse, the princess comes from hell

Qing Wu held the mace in her hand, weighed it, and touched it again.

Hiss, it’s really painful.

She looked at the man opposite and saw that he was burning a burner of incense. She was speechless: "You want to go through a ritual when you are being beaten?"

"This fragrance can calm the mind."

"Aren't your hearts still at peace?" He looked as if his evil roots had been cut off.

Cang Ming looked at her: "When I see you, I can't be quiet."

When he saw her, his heart was uncontrollable and raging.

But that kind of emotion and feeling, separated by a layer of mist and veil, clearly came from his chest, but it didn't belong to him.

Cang Ming knew that it was his other self's feelings for her.

Qing Wu couldn't taste the charm at all, and she had thought about beating Cang Ming so many times.

Now that the opportunity was right in front of her, she felt a little uncomfortable.

I always feel that if I knock this stick down, it will actually make the other person feel better.

"Do you need my cooperation?" Cang Ming asked sincerely.

Qingwu: "...How about you kneel down?"

The two looked at each other.

Qing Wu directly threw the golden washboard down and signaled with her eyes.

Cang Ming looked at her for a while, lifted his robe, and knelt down on the washboard. His posture was dignified and elegant. He didn't look like he was kneeling waiting to be beaten, but like he was sitting on a shrine, looking down at all living things.

Qingwu's hands were indeed itchy.

She walked behind Cang Ming and moved her shoulders and neck: "I'm here, take my stick!"

Cang Ming lowered his eyes, waiting for this blow.

After waiting, the expected pain and impact did not appear.

He was slightly confused, and just as he was about to tilt his head, he felt something sharp rubbing against his waist.

Cang Ming lowered his head and looked at the mace rubbing against his waist, with a puzzled look on his face.

The next moment, the stick was lifted up and stuck under his armpit, causing another frenzied friction.

His clothes were almost worn out, and the threads on his clothes were frayed.

He looked at the female ghost behind him and wondered: "What is this doing?"

Qingwu sniffed and said, "You're not ticklish."

A smile suddenly appeared in Cang Ming's eyes: "Am I ticklish?"

The other one he seemed to be afraid of.

Qing Wu's face darkened, "Kneel down, I'm going to do it for real!"

Cang Ming groaned, turned around and sat upright on his knees, wind blowing from the back of his head. Just as the golden rod was about to hit, he felt something and said, "Wait a moment..."

There was a muffled sound.

Accompanied by the man's groan.

Qing Wu sneered, "Wait a minute! Don't you want to be beaten? Doesn't it feel good?!"

The man's body was slightly arched forward, with one hand supporting the ground and the other hand covering his head. After all, his head was so strong that he couldn't be beaten to death with a stick.

Gradually, something was wrong with Qing Wupin.

Her smile faltered.

The man slowly turned his head and stared, his eyes like an eagle looking at a wolf.

Clang.

The mace was released.

The man stared at her expressionlessly and gritted his teeth: "Yun, Qing, Wu."

Qing Wu: "..."

"Depend on!!!"

Qing Wu took a big step back, pointed at the man, and became angry: "That bitch Cang Ming, he is cheating! Xiao Chenyan, why are you changing back now!"

The moment Xiao Chenyan woke up, he was hit on the head by his own wife, and his head was still buzzing at this moment.

In addition to being angry, I am still angry!

"It's over, it's over, this stick didn't hit him stupid, right?" Qingwu quickly stepped forward and rubbed the back of his head.

"Oops, you're out of your mind."

Xiao Chenyan stared at her for a moment, and his tone was so faint that it could make snow fall in June: "If you attack him, you'll tickle him with a stick, and if you attack me, you'll shoot him in the head with one blow. You're very good..."

Qing Wu's beautiful eyes widened, she became angry, and she immediately argued: "That bitch Cang Ming must have deliberately exchanged ideas with you at this time. He is trying to drive a wedge between us!"

Xiao Chenyan pursed his lips and said nothing.

In fact, Cang Ming just wanted to remind Qing Wu that he was going to sleep and Xiao Chenyan was about to wake up.

But I can't hold back the excitement of a certain female ghost, and I can't stop beating the dog's head with a stick!

As a result, my husband was accidentally injured.

Qing Wu rubbed the back of Xiao Chenyan's head and gave her a kiss to comfort her, "Oh, I was wrong. Fortunately, you are lucky, otherwise I would have been a widow."

As they kissed, her waist was locked. The man's overbearing aura intensified the kiss, plundering her deeply, and hooked her lips and tongue.

Just kissing and kissing, his figure gradually became unstable. He leaned to the side, slipped a little, and with a thud, he slid and fell to the ground aside.

Everyone and the ghost were stunned.

The young couple looked at the oblong-shaped golden washboard.

Qing Wu: "Pfft--" She couldn't hold it back and laughed out loud.

Xiao Chenyan's face was gloomy and uncertain, his knees ached, his thighs and calves were sore and numb, as if they were being bitten by ants. For a moment, he couldn't muster the strength and gritted his teeth:

"...Cang Ming must be sick."

Qing Wu: "Hahaha! Isn't Hahaha sick? Hahaha... He's seriously ill hahaha——"

She was literally dying laughing.

"Are you still gloating about your misfortune?" Xiao Chenyan also laughed angrily. He caught her and prepared to deal with it, but...

Almost all the strength of his body was on her.

Qing Wu was surprised, suppressing a smile and said: "What are you doing? Don't pretend to be dead. That stick can't kill you. I have no use of ghost power at all. Stop pretending to be cowardly."

The man's breathing was a little heavy, his handsome face turned red, he closed his eyes tightly, gritted his teeth and said: "My legs... are numb..."

Qing Wu: "Pfft——"

Sorry, she doesn't normally smile.

But...it's really funny now!

Qing Wu smiled like a little hen, giggling so hard that she almost hiccuped. If Xiao Chenyan's gaze hadn't been so fierce, she could have laughed a little longer.

In the end, His Majesty the Emperor forcibly redeemed himself and refused his little ghost girl's warm offer of a 'princess hug', and 'ordered' her to help him to the bed to rest.

Qing Wu helped her delicate and beautiful husband onto the bed, then sat aside and quickly rubbed her face that was almost frozen from laughter.

When she saw the man's face, she immediately pinched her legs and thought about all the sad things in her life before she could hold back her laughter again.

Xiao Chenyan rubbed the dull pain on the back of his head. Seeing her evil-minded little look, he was angry and funny. He couldn't help but pinch her face: "You are so happy to see me deflated? You are evil-minded."

"Where are you happy? I feel heartbroken."

"I see your face hurts from smiling."

Qingwu's shoulders twitched again. Seeing the man's expression becoming unkind, she quickly coughed, turned around and pounced on him, pressed him onto the bed, and nibbled hard on his lips first.

"What's wrong with me? Is it so bad?" She bit his lip.

She lowered her head and gently rubbed his Adam's apple. After feeling the man's breathing become heavier and his Adam's apple sliding slightly, she stood up and raised her eyebrows arrogantly: "Is it still so bad?"

"Who do you think I would do this to?"

"Don't think about it." Xiao Chenyan turned over and pressed her down.