Painted skin jade series

Red clothes and white clothes are cherishing each other.

At this time, the little Taoist priest who had been dragged by Qi Shan ran down.With one hand on his waist, the little Taoist pointed at Li Meijue and said, "Hey, hey! Don't spoil my apprentice! You have to send him back for me to check regularly!"

"Your apprentice?" Li Meijue let go of Chen Yuhui.

"That's right." The little Taoist pointed to Chen Yuhui and said, "I am his master! Without me, he can't survive at all! You have to thank me."

Li Meijue looked at Chen Yuhui suspiciously.

Chen Yuhui nodded, and said solemnly: "My master, real Wanbao."

Li Meijue bowed his hands in a salute: "Thank you for your kindness."

The little Taoist nodded, then pointed at the giggling child, and said, "I named your son, you should thank me too!"

Li Meijue looked at Chen Yuhui suspiciously again.Are all the Taoist priests on the Slender Monkey Mountain so strange?

Chen Yuhui coughed and turned her eyes away.

Li Meijue had no choice but to ask again: "I don't know what the real person's name is?"

The little Taoist said triumphantly: "My name is Wan Bao, and his name is Qian Bao. He is second only to me! He will be very powerful in the future!"

Li Meijue understood why Chen Yuhui was uncomfortable.

Qi Shan didn't respect the little Taoist priest at all, walked over and slapped him on the head: "Aren't you reluctant to part with Qian Bao, he's gone, no one will accompany you to make trouble!"

"How could it be?" The little Taoist rubbed his head and raised his head, "When I miss him, nephew, you just go and catch him again."

Li Meijue took what was in Chen Yuhui's hand and took it for a ride for him.

A group of people say goodbye.

After walking far away, I saw the little Taoist priest in the mountains still standing.

Li Meijue couldn't help but said: "Why do I look, your little master is more like a monkey than a monkey priest?"

Chen Yuhui was thoughtful: "Qi Shan has finally grown up. Wanbao...has a different appearance and personality during the day and at night."

"Are you calling your master's Daoist name directly?" Li Meijue was a little apprehensive, "Fortunately, he looks like a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy."

Chen Yuhui smiled, but did not explain that this strange master has several different personalities.

For Chen Yuhui at this time, the past events, grievances and hatreds have already been revealed and a new page has been opened.

The world is impermanent and life is unpredictable, just like a gust of wind passing by, a dream that has been done, quietly annihilated.The tide rises and falls, the wind is surging, walking in the world, isn't the most important thing to cherish the people around you and pity the people in front of you?

Those laughing and teasing the children in front were Wei Linghe and Nian San.

The one holding my hand is Li Meijue.

Chen Yuhui never thought before that these would be the ones who would stay by his side and become relatives, who would accompany him through countless days and nights in the future.

Chen Yuhui smiled.

Meeting is fate, acquaintance is fate, staying together is fate.

Back then, after the incident in Taiyuan, Wang Xu'an returned to Beijing and married Sun Mingxia, a lady from the General's Mansion.

Some people say that on the night of the wedding, the general's mansion is haunted.

When the newlyweds were drinking the wine, the dark wind blew open the door, blew through the auditorium, blew out the wedding candles, and two evil spirits came to claim their lives.

The new son-in-law jumped out of the table in fright, holding his head and yelling "forgive me"!

The young lady was so frightened that she ran around the room, hit the corner of the table with her stomach, and accidentally miscarried.

The doctor who invited said it was a pity, but it was a pity that she was pregnant with a six-month-old baby boy.

Six months, six months ago, the lady didn't know my uncle yet.

...People in the mansion dare not gossip.

Miss injured her body, and since then, she can no longer conceive a child, and her behavior has become more and more unscrupulous.

The ghost who came to ask for his life shouted "give me back my child, give me back my life", so the rumors became true. In order to marry a young lady, my uncle divorced his wretched wife in his hometown, and abandoned his family and son to go to Beijing to marry.

The young lady quickly lost interest in the painting, and also lost interest in the uncle.The uncle was looked down upon by others in the mansion, lived in a side room, was looked down upon and scolded, and his personality became more and more weird.

After 15 years of marriage, the titular couple have finally parted ways.My uncle returned to his hometown Taiyuan with a letter of divorce.

Rumors spread back to Beijing that the former son-in-law of the Jiangfu was poor and sick after returning to his hometown, and locked himself in a secret room all day long, staring blankly at the paintings he had made when he was young.In a certain month of a certain year, a big fire broke out, killing people.

Zhu Biwu, who became an old prince, would stay in Taiyuan City for a few days every time he passed through Taiyuan on his southern tour.

The supernatural things I experienced when I was young, my memory becomes clearer when I get old.

A group of ghosts in the Shizhai Garden handed out bloody signs, and the governor of Taiyuan re-investigated the case thoroughly, and notices of Shi Yiming's arrest were posted all over the streets and alleys.Shi Yiming didn't expect things to happen so quickly. He was arrested before he escaped from Taiyuan.

Shi Yiming is willing to admit the crime, bows his head and confesses his remorse, and is willing to spend all his wealth to make up for his mistakes...it is useless.Capital crime, punishment.

Killing people's lives, skinning people alive, and making paintings from the skins, this case leads to another case.

The monks of Qingdi Temple took advantage of the frequent disappearance cases in Taiyuan City to lure young people into the temple to become monks.

When Shi Yiming was executing his execution, Zhu Biwu was present. There was no snow or thunder, but in the gloomy sun and the wind, he could hear ghosts laughing.

Shi Yiming struggled and shouted, his mouth was silent, his limbs seemed to be held down by a group of ghosts. After he died, black handprints appeared on his hands and feet, his eyes popped out, and he was terrified.

There are ghosts in the world, and there are also strange people.

The monks in the Qingdi Temple seemed to have gotten the news, and overnight, there was no one inside and outside.The Buddhist hall is still quiet, the sandalwood burner is still tainted, and not even a single thing has changed.

It's just that the monks disappeared out of thin air.

The yamen servants searched everywhere, but there was no secret passage, no trace of escape, not even the slightest evidence left by the past "dissolution and debauchery"...

The case is over here, and the boss behind the Qingdi Temple is not brought out, and the side branch Ye Yemaimai is not drawn out.

Zhu Biwu was in charge, and Shi Yiming was the only one responsible for the leather painting case. The officials in the capital, and even Wang Xu'an, the painter, escaped from being involved here.

Even Shi Yiming couldn't tell where the killers hired by Shi Yiming went, let alone find out.

Afterwards, the yamen announced the identity and surname of each victim according to the records in the blood certificate, and asked the family members to sort the bones and bring them back for proper burial.

During that time, the government office was almost half a Taoist temple, with yellow talismans flying all over the sky.The broken and messy bones are sorted into piles by themselves amidst the sound of bowl bells, and they are returned to the famous tags.Wait for their relatives to claim it.

The house of the Wang family was burned uncleanly, and the black hole was like an ugly scar. Some unburned books and pictures were picked up and left on the market.

Zhu Biwu saw people clamoring for an old painting at the calligraphy and painting booth in the market.Zhu Biwu heard what they said that it was picked up from the Wang family's house, and he could exchange the silver with the Chen Mansion to find Lord Yuan... Zhu Biwu was moved and stepped forward.

A gust of wind passed, and a piece of paper painting that was not caught by several hands fell on Zhu Biwu's face, and it smelled of powder.

Zhu Biwu took it off with a wooden face.Some people from the city wanted to go back, but they were blocked by Zhu Biwu's guards. Their prince was staring at the painting in a daze.

In the painting, the pear blossoms are rustling, the branches of the trees are facing the snow, a young man in white clothes is lying on the couch, with bare feet, and the spring clothes are half messy. Look at the pretty maid sitting next to her kneeling and warming tea... Wang Xuan is famous for his paintings. He is good at painting with colorful paints and inks mixed with women's make-up.This painting bears the seal of Wang Xu'an.

Zhu Biwu was dazed for a while, then looked up, and suddenly saw a bald young monk walking by in the crowd, Zhu Biwu wanted to chase after him.The little monk who had been treated tenderly by Qingdi Temple for several days and nights suddenly appeared in his half-life's deep heart. He even forgot the name and appearance of the little monk, but there was a shadow in his heart.

When he left Taiyuan Mansion and returned to Beijing, Zhu Biwu personally went to Qingdi Temple to verify it. He hoped that the young monk would be there, and he wanted to take him back to the capital. He wanted to ask the young monk if he was satisfied?In my impression, it seems that when I went down the mountain, I saw the little monk folded his palms together, nodded and smiled at him, and there was a cold-eyed big monk next to the little monk, they turned around and left, disappeared...

Zhu Biwu dragged his heavy feet, trying to chase after him.

Zhu Biwu watched the young monk in the crowd stop and turned around. Zhu Biwu opened his eyes wide, trying to recognize the young monk's face, but he couldn't see the face on the other side...Elegant and handsome, with black hair and white clothes, with a faint smile... Where is the appearance of the little monk!Zhu Biwu glanced at the painting in his hand, and then at the man standing far away in the crowd.

The man in white looked back at him gently.

It was clearly Chen Yuhui!Exactly the same as the one in the painting!Even more erratic... The boy who fell into his room when he was a child, when he grew up, he came to Taiyuan but failed to meet the person he met!Chen Yuhui!

How did he get older at all? !

Zhu Biwu stared at Chen Yuhui in surprise, and then saw a man in a bright red dress walking up to Chen Yuhui. The man in red had a ghostly look in his eyes.

The guard next to him yelled, "My lord, be careful!"

Zhu Biwu didn't know what to do, and looked down at the heat in his hands—the drawing paper he was holding caught fire out of thin air!Instantly turned to ashes, scattered in the air...

Looking up again, the man in white and red had disappeared into the crowd.

Suddenly, like a dream of the whole life.

Zhu Biwu looked around at the noisy crowd, Taiyuan City was still bustling and noisy, he was very old. ... He is just passing by here, and he doesn't need to come again.

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Extra Story A Peach Blossom [Li Gui/A Yu]

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In the middle of the night, a quiet mountain peach forest.

There is a wooden house in the forest.

The moonlight shines into the house, and the layout is very simple, elegant and gorgeous in its simplicity.

A hand that was so pale that it was almost transparent slowly lifted the green gauze curtain, a man sat up, and got out of bed wearing a coat.

His hair was very long, almost reaching his ankles, light and dense, and fluttered slightly when the wind blew.

He walked to the window, his movements barely making a sound, moving like a shadow across the room.

Open the window, and the whole peach garden is outside.At this time, the flowering season is approaching, and countless flower buds adorn the branches lively, bursting with fragrance.

The man sat down at the table by the window, staring out the window in a daze.

After a while, there was a burst of noise in the tent, and a lamp was lit.

"Are you awake?" The man also dressed in light clothes put the lamp on the table.

"Hmm... slept too much." The person in front of the window made a sound that almost sighed.

The man smiled: "What do you want to do today?"

"I don't want to do anything, and I don't want to move." The person in front of the window turned sideways, with a beautiful face, who is it not Chen Yuhui?

"Why do I feel that you are getting lazy?" It was Li Meijue who walked towards Chen Yuhui.

Because of Chen Yuhui's physical changes, Wei Linghe chose this corpse site not far from the Huolong Cave, and let Li Meijue accompany Chen Yuhui to recuperate.This place is not far from Wei Linghe's residence at the foot of the mountain, and they also take care of each other.

As for the child Qianbao, he was taken away by Wei Linghe.I don't know if it was because he was born in Monkey Mountain, but this child is skinnier than a monkey.

For Chen Yuhui, getting along with Li Meijue day by day has become more and more inseparable from each other.

"What are you thinking about?" Li Meijue put his arm on Chen Yuhui's shoulder.

Chen Yuhui leaned against him, raised her head slightly, and said, "It feels like I'm having a big dream."

"Obviously dead." Chen Yuhui's lips curled up, her eyes were clear, and the moonlight, candlelight, and fragrance of flowers all melted into her star-like pupils.Usually the calm temperament like a pond, now there is a fluctuation.

Li Meijue bowed her head, and Chen Yuhui closed her eyes.

The lips follow the eyelids, slide over the bridge of the nose, and land on the lips.Li Meijue said: "It's not a dream. Even if it's a dream, I will accompany you. Let's not wake up."

"Heh..." Chen Yuhui's eyelids trembled, "I don't know what will happen."

Li Meijue held Chen Yuhui's trembling hands, stroked his pointed nails, and hugged him: "What are you worried about? Are you worried about me?"

Chen Yuhui shook her head, resting her chin on Li Meijue's shoulder, her opened eyes were a little hollow: "...you and I are not human anymore."

"What's the matter?" Li Meijue smiled, "Wei Linghe, Nian Er, Qian Bao, and even Taoist priests who practice immortality in Shouhou Mountain, do you think it's really that important whether they are human beings or not?"

"I don't know." Chen Yuhui frowned, and he didn't know why he felt uneasy.

"Then... are you going to reincarnate?" Li Meijue asked after thinking about it.

Even if they go to reincarnate together, they don't know if they are together after reincarnation, Chen Yuhui quickly shook her head: "No."

"Then don't think about anything. I am very satisfied with what I am doing now." Li Meijue said.

Chen Yuhui looked into his eyes and nodded.

Chen Yuhui's current work and rest time is different from when he was a human being. He is a rescued living corpse.His master said that he was too weak and could not see the light at all at this stage.

Therefore, I basically sleep during the day, even if I don’t sleep, the doors and windows are closed, and the curtains are layered, like an airtight coffin.

When he woke up at night, it was usually late at night, when he opened the door and opened the window, it was pitch black outside, and he didn't even have the desire to go out for a walk.

Fortunately, Li Meijue was with her, otherwise, she would go crazy.

Immortal?A life of unpredictable length?With the body of a monster... Chen Yuhui doesn't feel happy, he sometimes even feels that he has become a burden to others.

Danniang and Yuan Cong still stayed at Chen's house, and Yuan Cong even changed his own son's surname to Chen.Chen Yuhui went back to Chen's house to see them, but he couldn't let them see him. In the world, he should be "dead".

The dead should not crawl back.

This retained body wasted too many people's energy.Wei Linghe, Twenty Two, Qi Shan, Wan Bao, they have spent a lot of thought... Also, his son Qian Bao has been protecting him, hanging his soul, and pulling him back to the world.

Li Meijue... has been taking care of him meticulously.

His current body lacks vitality, and if he walks a few more steps, he will be tired.The body is still a little stiff, and any accidental collision will leave terrible bruises that won't go away for a few days.Not to mention the desperately long nails and hair, every night I have to go back to the coffin to soak for several hours, and every few months I have to go back to Shouhou Mountain to see the master and drink his blood...

Such a body...

Chen Yuhui looked at Li Meijue who was sitting next to him and trimming his nails.

Even ghosts...should have desires...After Chen Yuhui became a dead body, his sense of this aspect has become dull...But, he and Li Meijue face each other day and night, and they often sleep together...They have never done it so far.

The more Chen Yuhui thought about it, the more she couldn't let go of this idea.

After cutting the nails, Li Meijue stood behind Chen Yuhui and lifted Chen Yuhui's long hair.

Chen Yuhui didn't like long hair in the past, and thought it was enough to keep it to the length of the hairpin. Because Danniang was taking care of it, he didn't care if it was longer or shorter occasionally.

Now that it is growing so fast, Chen Yuhui feels annoyed that she can't finish cutting it every day.

Li Meijue didn't care, he liked it, Chen Yuhui's smooth and fine hair felt very comfortable to the touch.So Li Meijue is not very active in cutting. When cutting, she often stops when she cuts to the waist.

Chen Yuhui was not very satisfied.Li Meijue said, when your physical condition stabilizes, it will not be like this in the future... Chen Yuhui has nothing to say.

At this time, Chen Yuhui looked at the peach forest outside the window and felt the movement of the barber behind him.

Li Meijue ran her hand through Chen Yuhui's long hair, and exhaled, "Okay."

Chen Yuhui was silent.

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"Do you want something to eat?" Li Meijue tidied up the ground and came in from outside the house, seeing Chen Yuhui still sitting motionless.

The corpse will not be hungry, and does not need to eat, as long as it absorbs the essence of the sun and the moon, basks in the moonlight every day, blows in the wind, and takes a bath in the coffin and bubbles.

However, as a living corpse, when you want to eat, you can eat, and the normal functions of the body are still operating.

Chen Yuhui shook her head.

Is it your turn to soak in corpse water?Chen Yuhui frowned.

Li Meijue knew he didn't like it, so these few nights, Ye Qing, he moved the coffin to the forest on his own initiative. Chen Yuhui likes peach forests, "bathing" in the forest, looking up at the tree branches and the starry sky, it shouldn't be bad.

"It doesn't need to be so troublesome." Chen Yuhui stood up.

The medicine coffin was full of corpse water and could not see the sun.Isn't it troublesome for Li Meijue to move around like this every night?Chen Yuhui was enduring.

"No. I have spells." Li Meijue didn't know Chen Yuhui's anxiety.

The two walked slowly into the forest.Chen Yuhui looked at the coffin filled with black corpse water, closed her eyes, and lay down in it.

Because it is a corpse, it doesn't matter if you don't need to breathe. The body sinks in, the water submerges the whole body, and when you open your eyes, there is chaos.

In Shouhou Mountain, he lay down like this for 49 days. No one would like the feeling of being "soaked" after going through such a toss...

However, Wei Linghe worked so hard to find the corpse water, and Li Meijue would stare at Chen Yuhui for hours every day.The master said that as long as you follow the method he said enough, and your health recovers, you will be almost like a living person in the future.

How could it be the same as a living person? !

To die is to die.

Living corpses can breathe, have a heartbeat, have temperature, and can even bathe in sunlight. They are special existences that distinguish mummy from zombies.It takes a certain number of years of practice to achieve the so-called "characteristics" of almost a "real person".

Chen Yuhui closed her eyes.

The water in the coffin was calm, but Chen Yuhui's mood was not.

Every night, every night, every night!And keep going, keep going!I don't know when it will stop!Why, have I become so weak? !

Reaching into the underwear, he touched the scar on his abdomen.The laparotomy was taken, although the traces had faded, the ferocious path of the knife could still be discerned in the fingertips, and one could imagine the danger at that time.

Li Meijue stood under the peach tree with his hands behind his back, quietly looking at the coffin under the moonlight.He knew that Chen Yuhui was unhappy, but he couldn't untie Chen Yuhui's knot.

From a human to a living corpse, no matter who is placed on the head, it will not be peaceful.

How desperate he was in the ground when he was melted down to nothing!Li Meijue thought, only time can heal everything.

The four fields of this Peach Blossom Valley are all graves. Wei Linghe said that the corpses, the corpses, are the places where countless corpses are buried.Yin house acupoints, geomantic omen, infiltrated for many days and months.

Li's house was built on top of the Fire Dragon's Cave, which is a rare chaotic place that is conducive to spiritual practice, but because of the strong atmosphere of the place, ordinary people can't stay there for long, let alone the weak newborn ghosts, it is not suitable for the current Chen Yuhui to live in.

This place is cloudy and mild, suitable for nourishing corpse qi.Moreover, it is close to Li's house.Li Meijue's condensed solids, and even his soul, are all attached to the Fire Dragon Crypt, so they can't be too far away from the Fire Dragon Cave. The last time I went to Shouhou Mountain, I owed my soul to the magic weapon borrowed from Wei Linghe and the skinny Taoist priest. Go to pick up Chen Yuhui together.It's okay to do this once or twice, but if there are too many, it will do no harm to him.

It's just strange, how come there are hundreds of acres of peach blossoms on this corpse site, and they bloom so well?

When Li Meijue's thoughts were wandering, he didn't realize the passage of time, until he suddenly saw the water in the coffin fluctuate, and his heart skipped a beat.

Chen Yuhui stood up from the black coffin, raised her head and shook her long hair, the tail of her long hair flicked, water droplets splashed, crystal clear like jewels.

Chen Yuhui was only wearing a thin tunic, which was completely soaked at this time, and the clothes were tightly attached to her body.

The slender legs stepped out of the coffin and walked towards Li Meijue.

Chen Yuhui's dark eyes looked straight at Li Meijue, inside, there was water, light, firmness, and bursting emotions.

Li Meijue was stunned, he couldn't look away.

Li Meijue was holding a dry towel in his hand. Usually, he should go forward and wrap Chen Yuhui's drenched body with it.But, today...

Chen Yuhui hugged Li Meijue, and when her body leaned up, there was a bang in Li Meijue's head, and it went blank.

Chen Yuhui licked and bit Li Meijue's neck, and said, "Hold me."

The dry towel in Li Meijue's hand fell to the ground, swallowed, and hugged Chen Yuhui's cold and wet body.

This person is what he longs for and wants.At this moment, throwing himself into his arms, he wants to restrain himself all the time, how can he refuse?Li Meijue was pressed against a tree to cater to Chen Yuhui's kiss.

Chen Yuhui's body was full of the sweet smell of corpse-inducing fragrance, but with just one kiss, Li Meijue was almost too teased to hold back.

Chen Yuhui held Li Meijue's crotch with her cold hand.

Chen Yuhui turned her face sideways and asked, "Why haven't you touched me?"

Li Meijue almost choked, couldn't help but licked his mouth and said, "I'm afraid I'll hurt you."

"It's okay." Chen Yuhui lowered her eyes, stared at Li Meijue's lips, and covered them again, "I want you."

The fire in Li Meijue's heart was fueled like this.

Chen Yuhui's hand holding the hairy hair did not relax, and kept stroking.

In the gap between their lips and tongues, Chen Yuhui's voice came into Li Meijue's ears erratically: "It doesn't matter if it is completely broken, let me know how you love me. I want..."

Li Meijue's heart seemed to be tied and strangled by a silk thread.

In the long night, where is the leisure and the joy?

After exchanging a few kisses, Chen Yuhui slowly lost her strength and almost leaned into Li Meijue's arms.

The postures of the two changed unconsciously, and Li Meijue, who was originally suppressed by Chen Yuhui, was in the active position.Chen Yuhui's wet clothes were ripped off, and he was almost naked trapped between Li Meijue and Taoshu.

The peach tree is neither big nor high, but fortunately this one is not very slender, and when Chen Yuhui's smooth back pushes against it, it can hold its strength.

Li Meijue's hands were extremely provocative on Chen Yuhui's body, Chen Yuhui panted with her face half raised, her neck showed a beautiful arc under the moonlight.His back rubbed against the rough tree trunks impatiently.

Although it is already a walking corpse, the habits left over from being a human being are still in every gesture.

Excited like... really suffocating.

Li Meijue held Chen Yuhui's legs, he got carried away and wanted to ask him here directly.The hot and hard object touched Chen Yuhui's contracted secret acupoint, and Chen Yuhui could feel the viscous liquid that was painted on the contact part.

He also wanted Li Meijue to come in, so he couldn't help raising his leg and sticking it tightly.

After entering a little bit, Li Meijue heard Chen Yuhui's suppressed low cry.

"What's wrong?" Li Meijue stopped moving.

Only now did he have the time to see that Chen Yuhui's entire back was a little torn and bruised from rubbing against the tree.Bowing his head and moving his hands away, Chen Yuhui also had bruises on his waist and thighs... Is it true that I can't control the strength?Li Meijue regretted it.

"Don't like it?" Chen Yuhui asked in a low voice, "This body..."

"No." Li Meijue hugged him, "Why do you think so? Let's go into the house."

"Hmm." Chen Yuhui's eyelashes trembled, and she lowered her head to lean on Li Meijue's shoulder.

Li Meijue picked up Chen Yuhui and walked towards the wooden house.

On the ground of the peach forest, the heavy wooden coffin remained in place, and the black jade-like water inside reflected the moonlight in the sky, making it quiet and eerie.

On the ground beside the wooden coffin, the dirty and wet white coat fell into the grass.

Night mist filled the peach grove, wrapped in the fragrance of peach trees, scattered flower buds on the peach branches could not wait for the blooming period, and they had quietly spit out their stamens and opened their petals, showing a charming beauty.

☆, (11 fresh coins) 1.3

Chen Yuhui was very white when he was alive, and even whiter after death.Pale, or close to pale.

In the dark underground, what color will the "person" who crawls out of the coffin hide, and what color he is.Wei Linghe said that this is called "corpse white", and it is as white as frozen suet, and there is no such perfect skin color among thousands of corpses!

Wei Linghe read countless corpses, but most of the corpses he came into contact with were fresh corpses that still had vitality and soul.

Fresh corpses are easy to rot. Usually, after a few days, corpse spots and odors will appear. Wei Linghe doesn't mind this. Although Er Er is a century-old ghost, he can't stand the sour smell in the room.Therefore, every toy that Wei Linghe got tired of and couldn't wait to move and throw away was always twenty-two.

Twenty-two was very kind, he would dig a hole, fill it with the corpse, and then cover it with soil.

Over time, the "residents" became more and more crowded under the mountain pit twenty miles away from home.

Wei Linghe had a sudden thought. He felt that it was a waste of "fertilizer". The peach blossom grove where "son" and "son-in-law" lived was good. It bloomed so well, he should also find some flowers and trees to plant.

This proposal changed when it reached Er Er, who was in charge of implementing it, and Er Er got a bunch of vegetable seedlings and vegetable seeds somewhere.

Wei Linghe is human and wants to eat. Wei Linghe likes to eat, meat, vegetables, fruits, and sweets. He loves them all.Therefore, in addition to planting corpses, Eraner and Wei Linghe's field was also planted with various seasonal fruits and vegetables, densely packed with green.

Qian Bao, who just arrived, is not afraid of corpses at all, just like he is not afraid of big-headed ghosts. This ghost child is naturally accustomed to these things that are difficult for human beings to accept.

Wei Linghe sat on the mound of dirt, resting his chin, watching one big and one small work, yawning out of boredom.

Twenty-two was very patient, and carefully introduced to Qianbao that this is a watermelon seedling, that is a strawberry seedling, how to sow the seeds, how to loosen the soil, etc... The child is very close to him, although Wei Linghe called him foolishly when he first came here Grandma, after Er Er's repeated education, changed her name from "Grandma" to "Second Grandpa", and her voice was so sweet.

When hoeing the ground to loosen the soil, it is easy to dig out a broken hand, broken foot, and dry bones. The child calmly kicked the debris to the side of the hole and continued to work.

Twenty-two was very satisfied.

This kid is so sensible!How did his mother give birth!Tering!

Twenty-two completely forgot how Qianbao was so fussy when he first arrived, crying for his mother every night, it was Wei Linghe who taught him well, and stopped the child from spitting.

Even though Qian Bao is a ghost child, he grows faster than ordinary people, has a smarter head than ordinary people, and has stronger magic power than ordinary little ghosts, but he is a child after all.

Qian Bao has been conscious since birth, and has been by Chen Yuhui's side since birth.

The sky is big and the earth is big, not as big as a mother.

The Taoist priests in Shouhou Mountain have been bullied by him all over the place, but he has never made their mother angry once.

Once, Er Er and Wei Linghe were working on some business, the child danced around and began to yell, louder than Wei Linghe.

Wei Linghe was annoyed, he pushed Nian Er away, came over and dragged Qian Bao, and beat the child on the buttocks.

The beating was severe, Qian Bao's voice didn't go down as usual, on the contrary, he cried more and more fiercely.

Looking at the child, Wei Linghe was really sad. He stopped, twisted the child's ear, and asked, "You look at the time and bark every night, are you trying to make things difficult for me?"

The child flattened his mouth, blinked his big watery eyes, and said, "I want my mother."

"Your mother doesn't want you anymore." Wei Linghe said bluntly.

The child yelled loudly, with tears in his eyes: "You lied!"

Wei Linghe rubbed his ears in shock from the piercing voice, and said, "You are not human!"

The child glared at him resentfully.

Wei Linghe changed his strategy, and he said to the child: "You are so bad, no one wants you except me, grandpa, unless you make grandpa think you are good, grandpa will take you to see your mother, if you always If you are not good, you will never see your mother again."

The child blinked.

Wei Linghe was displeased: "You don't even believe in grandpa? Your mother is my son! Your mother dare not distrust your father!"

Twenty-two's changing of Wei Linghe's strange address is very funny, can a child understand it?

Regardless of whether Qianbao understood or not, he wiped away his tears and nodded.

"Hehehe..." Wei Linghe was just about to feel complacent, when Er Er grabbed him by the collar and dragged him back.

Just now half of the intercourse was interrupted, and the twenty-two's giant pestle was still swelling angrily, and he couldn't wait for Wei Linghe to talk about the long and the short.

Wei Linghe's long and short breaths echoed in the room, Er Er grabbed his waist and shook violently, his face was strangely pale in the dark room.

After playing with the corpse for a long time, the poison of the corpse penetrated into his bones and blood, and Wei Linghe's sickly white skin was covered with a layer of greenness.He was a living dead man, a human being, but he was more dead than a dead man.

The bluish-black mist shrouded Wei Linghe's face, which was on the verge of orgasm. For Twenty Two, it was an affirmation of his hard work!Wei Linghe liked his teasing, Er Eryi was excited, pressed Wei Linghe's head, and sucked violently in his face.

Wei Linghe babbled.

Qian Bao hid in the small coffin assigned to him and sobbed, pushing the lid of the small coffin with his little hand, and the lid slowly closed.

Qianbao wants to see his mother.

Qian Bao began to learn how to be "good".

At this time, what the child's "mother" is doing is similar to what his "grandfather" is doing.

On a beautiful spring night, there are lovers in pairs.

Li Meijue took Chen Yuhui into the account.

Li Meijue carefully inspected the affected areas on Chen Yuhui's body.Pulled the quilt to cover him.

Seeing him turn around to leave, Chen Yuhui grabbed his wrist and just looked at him like that.

Li Meijue smiled and said, "I'll get some ointment and apply it for you, otherwise the congestion won't go away.

Chen Yuhui still held him and refused to let go, there was even a childlike stubbornness and persistence in her eyes.

Li Meijue was helpless, Fuyi lay beside him.

Chen Yuhui put her hands in along the slit of Li Meijue's skirt, stood up, and kissed Li Meijue lightly and deeply.

Li Meijue's half-suppressed desire just now was deliberately provoked by Chen Yuhui, and she went straight in an unstoppable direction.

The two bodies wrapped in the brocade quilt are closely intertwined, rubbing against each other like animals.Li Meijue's fingers penetrated into Chen Yuhui's secret acupoints, and Chen Yuhui groped with five fingers to untie the spring shirt on Li Meijue's body.

The wet sound of talking and talking, the movement of the body drives the quilt to make an ambiguous sound, and the wooden bed creaks unsteadily...the room is filled with the vitality of spring.

An arm holding the spring clothes indiscriminately stretched out from Qingbi's gauze tent, let go of the fingers, and was about to throw the clothes. At the moment when it seemed that it hadn't been done yet, the five fingers that were spread like jade green onions suddenly tightly grasped the clothes at hand .Like a drowning man grabbing at straws.

There were slightly trembling moans and uncontrollable panting in the tent.

His arms rubbed against the crumpled sheets, and his half-loomed clothes grasped the wooden bed rails, resisting waves of rhythmic tremors.

The clothes driven by the arms shook slightly.

The green gauze lightly brushes over the white arms, setting off a different kind of beauty.

After a while, the palm of another person stroked along the line of the arm and grabbed the previous hand.

Fingers intertwined, the spring clothes fell to the ground.

The figures in the tent overlapped.

The person who was crushed below couldn't help screaming, and the thin voice broke as soon as it climbed to a high place, and was blocked by tightly closed lips.

The neck that was upturned due to passion was held, and the tongue stuck out and slid over the Adam's apple.

It wasn't until the two figures crouched down that the hands that had been loosened due to fatigue were gently grasped and pulled back into the tent.

☆, (10 fresh coins) 1.4

Chen Yuhui's physical strength was poor when she was a human being, and her physical strength was even worse after death.After this upside-down sex, he was too tired to move his fingertips, and fell into a drowsy sleep.

Li Meijue hugged him for a moment, put on his clothes and stood up to get the ointment.

The ointment was written by the real person Wanbao of Shouhoushan Mountain. Aiming at Chen Yuhui's physique that is easily injured, ten sticks were stuffed into the bag.

Li Meijue thought of that "Master Master" who was like a child, and couldn't help but think that Master is a good teacher who thinks well.

After taking the medicine, Li Meijue thought of the wooden coffin in the forest outside, stepped out of the door a few steps, and slapped the ground with a palm, brushed over the grass and mud, and hit the wooden coffin directly.The wooden coffin seemed to be pulled by a thread, and it wobbled and flew out of nowhere to the low room on the side of the house.

The door is closed, the windows are closed, and the tents are lowered layer by layer.At this time, even if the sun is high outside, I am afraid that it will be dark inside the house.The wind came in from nowhere, blowing the corners of the cloth curtain.

Li Meijue returned to the bed with the light on.Warm water and soft towels are prepared in front of the bed.

Roll up the gauze bed curtain and hang it on a silver hook.Look at the person on the bed.

Chen Yuhui faced the bed, curled up and remained motionless.The whole person hides in the shadows.

Li Meijue suddenly felt sad.

Such a defensive posture...

What did Chen Yuhui experience when he was not by Chen Yuhui's side? !Back then, if he hadn't been overthinking and hadn't left Chen Yuhui's side... would Chen Yuhui still be alive now?If there is no if, Li Meijue hides the fire in his eyes.

There is no if, only later.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, she lifted the brocade quilt covering Chen Yuhui's body, and her naked body under the rose red brocade quilt was particularly shocking.Li Meijue knew that Chen Yuhui must be hurt this time, but he didn't expect it to be like this.

Chen Yuhui's back was worn out by the bark when he was in the forest, and there were large patches of bruises of different shades on his neck, wrists, legs and ankles