There is a demon who pleases you

In the eyes of the little Taoist, only the beauty of the crow's face was like a crown of jade, and he only thought about the 72 touches and the [-] moves in his heart, and he didn't care about the gossip on the street. Crow hurried back to the inn to fulfill his wish.

Returning to the battlefield, the little Taoist deeply reflected on his mistakes. This time when he re-entered the room, first a donkey rolled and rolled under the bed, and then a monkey Laoyue pulled out the fairy rope from his bag, and yelled "shua" and slapped the crow. go.

The immortal rope was wrapped five full times around the crow's waist, the little Taoist raised the corners of his mouth triumphantly, this time the beautiful demon will not be able to escape.

Wiping the drool from the corner of his mouth, the little Taoist said with a wink, "Don't worry, Yaoer, I will be gentle the first time."

The crow nodded calmly: "For the first time, you did a good job."

"So you like this kind of gameplay?" The little Taoist said sadly, "I should have taken out the immortal rope yesterday if I knew it."

"It's okay, if you want to practice, I can accompany you every day." Crow comforted.

The little Taoist's eyes lit up when he heard the words: "Really?! Yaoer, you are too kind to me, we..."

Before he finished speaking, he watched the crow struggle with his arms, and the bundle of fairy ropes fell loosely by itself.

"I, I, I, you, you, you..."

"Do it again?" Crow picked up the rope and handed it to the little Taoist priest, "You have a good technique."

The little Taoist stared at him, and it took him a while to find his own voice.

"Why can't the fairy rope bind you?"

The crow looked at him strangely: "How could the immortal rope be able to bind me?"

"Yes, you are a demon." The little Taoist gritted his teeth and took out another rope from his bag, "Hey, don't move!"

The crow was tied up again.

"Well, there is progress."

Then the rope hits the ground again.

"..."

The little Taoist scratched his face in dismay: "Why can't you be tied up with the demon rope!"

Seeing his appearance, the crow suddenly realized that the little Taoist was not practicing but really wanted to take him in.This is troublesome, Crow's thousand-year-old Daoxing ordinary magic tools can't hold him at all, let alone the low-level magic tools that are distributed in batches in Taoist temples.

Crow hesitated for a moment and didn't know how to tell the little Taoist the truth. The so-called demon-binding rope was just to trick the junior disciples to increase their confidence. In fact, even ordinary little demons couldn't be restrained.Since he really couldn't bear to hit him, the crow finally chose to remain silent.

The little Taoist tasted a little bit of humiliation in this silence, and the little dignity left in his heart was inspired, and he used up all his magic tools and cast all the spells he could recite against the crow.

Crow looked at the little Taoist priest who was panting and sweating profusely, and suddenly fell to the ground clutching his chest: "Ah, I was hurt by your spell."

The little Taoist had no joy or sorrow on his face, he stared at the crow lying on the ground for a moment, then turned around and threw himself on the bed to bite the corner of the quilt.

It's over, he can't stop this monster.

But as the ninth and 81st generation descendant of Guanli, how could he be at a disadvantage and lose to a goblin... He, he doesn't want chrysanthemums to bloom all over the mountain!

Thinking about the dismal end of the senior brother who couldn't control the demon and couldn't get out of bed for three days, the little Taoist priest had never hated himself so much for not being good at learning.

The crow spoke softly and comforted him for a while, but nothing worked. He sighed and decided to find a little demon first. When the time comes, it will not be a problem to let the little demon be collected by the Taoist priest to make him happy before taking him back to Yaoshan.

It's just that it's not easy to find a goblin who can be overwhelmed by the magic power of the little Taoist priest, even the magpie is a little higher than his cultivation level.

The crow had a headache, and asked many ways, and even showed its original shape and flew to the chicken coop and dog hole to see if there were any newly enlightened demons.Crows are not as pleasing in the world as they are on the mountains. They are regarded as a bad omen. Wherever they fly, urchins will throw stones at him and women will chase him with a broom.When the crow secretly flew back to the inn under the cover of night, the crow's shiny black wings were covered with dust, with blood stains faintly showing.

Seeing the crow in such a state of distress, the little Taoist didn't bother to spurn himself, and hurriedly took out the trauma medicine he brought from the temple and sprinkled it all on it.

The crow turned back into a human form and half leaned against the head of the bed, smiling palely: "Skin injuries are fine."

"It's not in the way, not only in the way but also in the eyes! Such a beautiful skin..."

Xiaodao raised his head in high spirits and faced Crow's weak smile, which was soft and soft like his temperament, so all the bulging anger dissipated.The skin under his hands is smooth and delicate, and his breath smells faintly of medicine. The little Taoist's mouth is dry: "Yaoer, I..."

"Huh?" Crow tilted his head slightly.

The little Taoist clearly saw a red-faced person reflected in those clear black eyes.

"You have a fever?" Crow raised his hand and tried it on his forehead.

There was a coldness on his forehead, the little Taoist shuddered, and held the big slender and powerful hand.

"Yao'er, I'll take you in, okay, let's go back to the mountain together."

The crow hugged him back, and said under the happy gaze of the little Taoist priest, "You can't hold me back."

The little Taoist's eyes darkened instantly, he lowered his head and bumped the crow's chest, and let out a "hum" forcefully.

The crow patted his head reassuringly, and decided to spend a few more hours tomorrow to find a demon earlier to make the little Taoist happy.

At the same time, the little Taoist priest also made up his mind, it doesn't matter if he can't keep the demon, he won't be a problem if he seduces him, thinking that he had searched through the erotic pictures at the bottom of the master's box back then.

The lights are on, and the night is coming.

Red candles warm the tent, and the dark fragrance floats.

The little Taoist's clothes were half-faded, his eyelashes drooped, and his cheeks were flushed.

"Yao'er, it's time to go to bed." He purposely lowered his voice by a third and elongated his tune by a seventh, which sounded very charming and aroused countless reveries.

However, all the charm and reverie were thought of by the crow, only to get a surprised reply: "So early?"

The little Taoist gritted his teeth not to let himself fail: "It's getting late, we still have a lot to do."

"Didn't you say go to bed?" Crow asked strangely.

The little Taoist rolled his eyes: "There are many ways to go to bed, and I will teach you today."

Hearing this, the crow really undressed and went to bed, he thought that the little Taoist priest might be in a bad mood, secretly worried, and prepared to see how stupid he was now and whether it could be saved.

The little Taoist smelled the clear fragrance of the crow, and felt that it was even more alluring than the acacia incense he ordered. He said that he was seducing the crow and almost couldn't hold it back.

With one leg wrapped around the crow and one hand resting on his chest to draw circles, the little Taoist's eyes glowed affectionately.

"Tonight, let's learn about Longyang Eighteen..."

Before the word "shi" was finished, the crow suddenly raised his hand and pressed him down.

Facing the crow's expression, the little Taoist swallowed all the stupid words... Is Yao'er angry?

Crow's face sank like water, and his heart ached - the little Taoist was so ill that he couldn't even control his body.

"Jie Se." The crow said in a deep voice.

The little Taoist was stunned for a moment, and then shyly said, "I will give you all the color of robbery."

He rolled and saw that the crow didn't respond, and then he realized that he was calling his name - Jie Se.

"Jie Se," Crow said firmly, "don't be afraid."

"I, I'm not afraid." The little Taoist shook his lips.

"I will cure you." A trace of pity flashed in the crow's eyes.

"I, I'm not sick." The little Taoist started to be dazed.

Crow hugged him: "Yes, you are not sick."

The little Taoist nestled in the crow's arms in a daze, immediately wrapped his arms and legs around his waist and hugged him tightly, regardless of whether he was sick or not, he ate the tofu first.

When the crow stood up, he found that there was an extra pendant on his body, and he couldn't get rid of it no matter how he shook it.

The little Taoist looked at his torn skirt, the exposed half of his delicate collarbone and a small piece of white chest, and felt his mouth was dry, and couldn't help it any longer, so he pouted his sausage mouth in confusion and stamped it.

"..."

"..."

Little Taoist: The taste is not generally good.

Crow: Convulsion again?

He pushed the little Taoist's head, but didn't push it away, and pushed again, but still didn't push it away.The little Taoist priest suddenly became extremely powerful, his mouth was like a suction cup, not only could it not be pulled off, but it also had the tendency to move left and right.

The crow had no choice but to show its original shape, and the little Taoist had no support and followed the inertia and threw his head forward. He hit the ground with a loud noise and rolled twice.

The crow was terrified, and quickly turned back into a human form to pick up the little Taoist priest.The little Taoist priest's head was full of air like a gossamer, he weakly raised his hand and pressed it on the crow's open chest, touched it, then rolled his eyes and passed out.

The so-called people die for money, birds die for food, and little Taoists sacrifice their lives for sex.

The crow lost his mind completely, and rushed out in a panic holding the "corpse" of the little Taoist priest to find the weasel.

At that time, the weasel was showing a girl's palm reading, and he cunningly persuaded the girl to feel his bones, and when he saw the crow's face turned stiff, he turned around and ran away to take advantage of it.

But he couldn't outrun the crow, and he was trapped by the barrier set by the crow within two steps.

The weasel said angrily: "What do you want me to do if you hurt yourself after playing for fun? Go to the doctor!"

"What kind of fun?" Crow frowned, "He kept kissing me, and when I dodged him, I bumped my head."

The weasel rolled his eyes to the sky, this is not called fun, he thought the crow was a dull and honest monster, but unexpectedly he was also a flirtatious monster, and got involved with his opponent.

Looking at the little Taoist priest who pretended to be dazed but kept sticking into the crow's clothes, he couldn't help contemptuously, no wonder Taoist priests are becoming more and more useless now, and they are all gone.

The crow was even more anxious when he saw that he didn't answer: "He is not quick-witted, will this collision completely make him stupid? Is there any spell that can replenish his mind."

Hearing this, the weasel choked hard on his own saliva, coughing and beating his chest desperately.

The little Taoist's hand in the crow's robe stopped, who?Mental insufficiency, mental insensitivity?

The crow is still sighing: "This kid has suffered a lot. He is not good at learning and was kicked out by the Taoist temple. He is stupid. The inferior weapons given to him are still used as magic weapons. Now his limbs are even more uncoordinated, alas."

Now the little Taoist fainted completely.

Weasel rolled his eyes, cleared his throat and said, "I do have a prescription, it might work."

The crow said anxiously: "Say it quickly."

Weasel's brows and eyes were curved, revealing a standard smirk: "This is a secret recipe handed down from my ancestors, so I won't spread it easily."

The crow understood the voice-over: "Whatever benefits you want, as long as I have it, just take it."

Weasel said: "I heard that Yaoshan gathers the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and it is the best place for cultivation. Look at me, a little demon from the countryside, I always want to see it."

"It's easy to say." Crow agreed.

"No problem?" Weasel asked uncertainly.

"That's all right," said the crow.

The goblins on Yaoshan Mountain are bored to death, looking forward to having new goblins to play every day, and it would be great to have one more weasel.

While the weasel was overjoyed, he did not forget to continue fooling around: "This secret recipe uses yellow lotus as a medicine, and adds thirteen bitter flavors, so that the little Taoist will be full of energy after drinking it."

Not only is it full of energy, the little Taoist priest will run away vigorously if he smells it from ten feet away.

When the crow fed him the medicine, he almost thought that what he had in his hands was not a cure, but a gut-piercing poison.

"Just bear with it, we won't drink it when the illness is cured."

But he is not sick, how is it good.

The little Taoist had a bitter taste in his mouth, and he couldn't eat or drink water. After two days, he lost a lot of weight.Crow thought to himself that going on like this was not the way to go, and tried to add sweetness to the concoction, but a little honey and candied dates couldn't hold it down, and if it was too much, it was afraid that the little Taoist would eat bad teeth and affect the efficacy of the medicine.

The little Taoist was suffering unspeakably, and the crow was also running around in a state of desperation.

Later, the crow simply drank the medicine with him, hoping to share some mental pain. When the little Taoist drank a bowl of bitter medicine, he also drank a bowl. When the little Taoist ate a bite of sugar cake, he also took a bite. Finally, he smiled and said that it was not bitter at all.

The little Taoist stared at the smear of sugar on the corner of the crow's mouth, and licked it out of nowhere, the sweet and greasy taste spread from the tip of his tongue to his heart in an instant.

"It's really not bitter." The little Taoist muttered to himself.

"What are you doing!" Crow stood up, covering the corner of his mouth in shock.

The little Taoist grabbed him by the corner of his clothes and said grimly: "Your mouth is the sweetest, let me kiss you every day, and I'll drink the medicine obediently, okay?"

"Not good!" The crow categorically vetoed it.The magpies who have the best relationship with him have never kissed his mouth, and the little Taoist broke his brain and became so dissolute.

Moaning, the little Taoist hugged the quilt and turned around, facing him with his back: "If you don't kiss me, I won't drink the medicine."

"You..." Crow said angrily, "Nonsense!"

He has practiced for thousands of years and has never been angry, but he was really angry once when he was a little Taoist with a shallow cultivation.

"The body is yours, so why make things difficult for yourself." The crow persuaded earnestly.

"The tongue is mine too, why make yourself suffer." The little Taoist retorted.

The crow was speechless, and the little Taoist began to roll on the bed.

"Didn't fairies like dual cultivation the most? You can absorb my energy as you please. You're welcome. I'm happy to pick me every day."

The crow was not angry when he heard the words, he just thought it was funny.

"Where did you hear that goblins love dual cultivation?"

The little Taoist didn't dare to say that he saw it on the erotic pictures, and said: "My senior brother said that he was originally mediocre, but since he caught a cat demon and came back to double cultivation, his cultivation has improved by leaps and bounds."

The crow said: "Most likely your senior brother lied to you. Now goblins don't like dual cultivation, that's what gods do."

The little Taoist said: "I don't care, I'm going to double cultivate with you." Seeing the opportunity, he quickly kissed the crow again.

chirp~

chirp...

Tweet!

The crow's thousand-year-old cultivation base never expected to be defeated by a "chirp", he took a few steps back unsteadily, his heart was burning like a fire, and his porcelain white skin was dyed red. tripped.

What the weasel saw was such a distraught and disheveled monster, and he asked tentatively, "Have you met a cow-nosed old man?"

The crow raised his head blankly, his eyes were empty, and he let out a "chirp" in a flat tone.

"Chirp?" repeated Weasel.

"Chirp." Crow nodded.

Chirp?The weasel couldn't figure it out, what's so special about this sound?He was "not ashamed to ask": "Have you met Pheasant Essence?"

The crow shook, shook his head, recalled the scene just now, and couldn't help shaking twice.

Weasel took out a yellow talisman and muttered two incantations and stuck it on his face with a "slap": "The soul returns."

Crow's slack gaze finally came into focus: "The little Taoist just kissed me."

"He kissed you!" cried the Weasel.

"I also know it's weird..."

"You guys are still stuck in kissing until now!" Weasel cried, "I thought that little Taoist priest had some ability, how flirtatious you are, and it turned out that this little progress was made, but fortunately, I was jealous."

"Isn't this a big deal?" Crow said in awe.

"A kiss is such a big deal, it's a big deal, so I've already become a big shot." Weasel said disdainfully.

"Yes, yes, he kissed my mouth." The crow faltered.

"Oh." The weasel responded, losing interest.

"Is this normal?"

"It's nothing more than normal."

The crow breathed a sigh of relief, and for some reason there was a tinge of relief in his heart. If it was an ordinary thing, then he didn't have to avoid the little Taoist... If he likes to kiss, it's okay to ask him to kiss.

The emotion he had never had before made Crow a little surprised and a little happy. In the end, he attributed it to his personality that he would be happy when he saw others happy.

Yes, he said to himself, he had been trying to please the magpies ever since.

At this time, he hadn't distinguished the difference between the magpie and the little Taoist priest, so he bowed his hands to the weasel and said, "Thanks for the reminder."

The weasel didn't know what he had to say, anyway, it's always good to sell a demon, so he nodded indiscriminately, and said, "Don't be awkward with that little Taoist anymore."