Daoist has facial paralysis

"Save you? Why did you ask me to save you?"

"I don't know... it was it, it made me come here... please, save me," the man writhed and said in horror.

"Who are you talking about?"

"Hair, it's hair...help me, it will...ah! Help..." The long black hair on the man's body suddenly squirmed, like long black worms burrowing into his mouth, "Tsk tsk tsk..."

Weird laughter echoed in the halls and corridors. The man whose hands and feet were bound and had nowhere to rely seemed to be pulled up from the ground by the weird long hair on top of his head, and blood sprayed between the strands of hair extending into his throat. splash out.

"I want... tsk tsk tsk..." A hoarse voice came out of the damaged throat.

"Tap..." There were footsteps on the stairs, and the figure wrapped in hair looked over there distortedly, "Give me... blood... I want..."

"Yi Bei, don't come down," the Taoist priest stood up after speaking, "Surround him!"

"Yes," several ghost kings gathered around the man with fluttering black hair, forming a formation, full of ghostly aura.

The Taoist priest walked into the formation and looked at the body controlled by the hair, "Do you want blood?"

"Give me...the blood of the witch clan...the blood of the witch clan...I want blood..."

Daoist showed a smiling face, held the hair that floated in front of him in his hand, and pulled it hard, the man's body seemed to lose some kind of balance suddenly, and fell to the ground with a bang.

His hair was dancing wildly in the air. The Daoist in the Southwest tightened the blade-like hair in his hand, and the blood flowed down his arm. The Daoist said indifferently, "Is that blood? Okay... Give you blood."

The strands of hair in his hands were pulled off one by one, and the black worm-like hair wriggled and twisted more violently, as if feeling severe pain.The man's scalp was torn up by the hair, and the skull protruded out, with blood gushing out.

A whole scalp was slowly lifted, and was held in the hands of the Taoist priest. He glanced at the blood-splattered carpet and frowned, "Shaohao...seems like he couldn't hold back... ..."

The Taoist master muttered a few words mysteriously, and threw the hair that was still wriggling with the skin to one of the ghost kings, "Put away the things, clean this place, and send the body to the police station for them to deal with."

After giving orders, Dongxinan turned and walked upstairs. The young man was sitting on the stairs with his knees hugged, probably because of sleepiness, his head was tilted to the side and leaned against the wall, and his sleeping appearance was obedient and quiet.

"Yi Bei, it's okay, go back to sleep," the Taoist priest slowly walked up to him and stopped. The nephew opened his sleepy eyes and grabbed his clothes, "Uncle... what happened just now?"

"It's okay, just a little trouble." Dongxinan groped and rubbed his nephew's head in the dark, "Go back to sleep."

"Well," the tired nephew nodded, and subconsciously followed his uncle to the third floor.

……

Yuan Long lay listlessly in Lu Ya's arms early in the morning and was carried back, saying that he wisely stopped Daojun's anger in time... This kind of thing doesn't exist at all, they just changed the direction of venting .There was no time to go back to the Daoist elder's house. He was stuffed into a small hotel last night for a whole night of piston movement. He unlocked various postures that required outrageous flexibility without complaint, and only then calmed the violent little heart of Daojun.

After returning to the Taoist priest's house and lying down for a whole morning, he finally recovered a bit, trying to find something to fill his flat stomach again.

The sluggish dragon corpse crawled into the kitchen, started its daily defamation activities while muttering, and felt sadly that a certain daoist monarch was so hard to serve. What a nice guy, but the skill of Petting Martial Nephew can almost be said to be explosive.

Yuan Taki sniffled and opened the refrigerator to find something to eat...all of them are raw materials...I feel sad, it's not easy for a dragon to live, oh~

"Hmm..." The dragon corpse who was being slandered was held by the waist and hugged.

"Luya...it hurts...it hurts...well..." Being pressed to the place of shame that cannot be said, Yuan Long cried out directly. Daojun was startled, put him down quickly, and swept Sweep away with guilt. The back chef of a high-end restaurant pushed a pile of delicate food in front of his wife, "I'm afraid you'll be hungry, so I went out to help you buy something to eat. I promise I won't touch you again in two days. Don't be afraid."

The dragon corpse wiped his face aggrievedly, looked at the pile of food and then looked at the worried Taoist Lord, he had no choice but to choose to compromise... What else can he do if he doesn't compromise? On the spot, another three hundred rounds?And everything looks delicious.

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"Hmm..." Zhou Yibei's eyelids were pierced by the warm sunlight through the white curtains. When he opened his eyes, he didn't see the familiar cat's buttocks. It was blocked by undulating tulle, and there were floor-to-ceiling windows facing the blue sky and sea behind.

The air was very quiet, Zhou Yibei heard breathing sounds from behind, he slowly turned over and saw a straight and handsome face.

The surroundings seemed to be quieter, as if every time he saw his uncle sleeping, he felt inexplicably at ease, "Uncle," Zhou Yibei said in a low voice, afraid of waking up the Taoist priest.

After looking at it for a while, he moved his head a little closer, wanting to kiss, just one... is that okay?Master...you will give me whatever I want, you are so kind to me...do you mind?i just want you to kiss...

Zhou Yibei moved closer, and the warm thin lips gradually came to his mouth. He couldn't help but licked it lightly, and swallowed it again...Uncle Master...I like you...Really...

Xiao Daochang's back was tense due to excitement, and the hairs all over his body stood on end in trembling.

It felt like a very long moment, but in fact it was just a shallow kiss. Zhou Yibei pulled away, lowered his eyes with watery eyes, and fell into the Taoist priest's arms in despair... What am I doing?Uncle Shi won't like it at all.

"Cough..." The ghost king coughed in a low voice outside the door, "The Taoist priest... has a guest."

The Southwest Daoist frowned slightly, as if he had woken up a bit, reached out and hugged the person in his arms, and said in a slightly displeased voice, "Let me wait."

"Yes," Ghost King replied and floated away.

The Taoist priest lay down for a while, put his hand on his nephew's forehead, and said in a gentle voice, "Do you have a fever? Why are you so hot?"

"...No, it's too hot." Zhou Yibei lowered his head, and Daoist priest's exposed abdominal muscles caught his eyes. Zhou Xiaodaochang panicked, "Uncle, I'll help you prepare tea for the guests."

The little nephew ran out in a hurry, the Taoist priest sat up slowly, sighed, and pulled back a handful of hair, "Little bastard...you are too shy to take advantage of me."