When the storm took the script

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Friends, this is the last story, do you want to fuck an old man or a rival?Anyway, no one watched it, so I'm going to let myself go! ! !

old man:

Really, I like to read all the articles about old men, old men are really treasures in the world! ! !Let me think about it, to create an orc clan, just the little wolf cub and the old man. The old man is the previous generation of wolf king. After being abdicated by the wolf cub and his father, he became lame and blind, and was taken back by the wolf cub. .

Old men who know what is the survival of the fittest, the last wolf king was also killed by him, so he doesn't hate the wolf cub and his father.The cub's father is also big-hearted. He put his son with the old man and didn't worry at all. He even instigated the old man to kill his son all day long, so that he can collect his son's corpse in his lifetime (???)

The wolf cub didn't know that the old man was the wolf king, so he thought he had picked up a beautiful old man. He was timid and cowardly, just like a rabbit. Besides cooking, he raised small animals. Originally, wolf cubs didn't dare to touch him. I sneakily fiddled with myself, and when I was found crying, my eyes were red, and I covered my body with my hands and huddled in the corner. It's not hard to imagine that the wolf cub got involved, and the old man would only bite the back of his hand when he was messed with...

The wolf cub always thought that the old man was such a good-looking and obedient cook who patted his legs and wrapped them around his waist. Until he saw the old man kick his father a meter away, his father He also said: Be strong, you will definitely kill my son!

Um?What to bite?

enemy:

I really want to have another abo, but it’s best to be the rival of the bamboo horse and the bamboo horse. The irritable scumbag O is really good at fighting. When the estrus period comes, I beat half of the school. I have to do it with the good student, the bamboo horse A. In the end, the relationship did not come out, so I did it first. I had a baby, but I didn’t dare to say it if I wanted to, and my breasts were still engorged (?), and my clothes were wet when I was touched by A, and my whole body smelled of milk. In order to prevent A from finding out, I took a milk bath every day.

Wearing a suit at work, it was cold and cool. During a meeting, A touched his thigh, and his shirt was soaked. He kicked A away cursingly, and went to the office to change his shirt...

I couldn't help but blindfolded A and had sex with him. Seeing that the milk splashed all over A's body, A was about to be discovered, and he knocked A out of his head with a palm... I was wronged and went to milk the milk with red eyes. Enough to make myself cry... Knead myself while crying...

And these... our naive critic A doesn't know, he thinks that O probably has a crush on others, eats some old vinegar every day, in order to prevent O from going out to find wild men, he deliberately said that he is fat, and the muscular man is irritable and mother-in-law they are so...

Hahahahaha what the hell! ! !Mingzhou is located at the foot of Fulai Mountain, and it is a bustling and lively town.Because Fulai Mountain is full of immortal energy, there are more families of immortal cultivators. If the immortals living in the Heavenly Palace get bored, they are very happy to come here to breathe. Wine, those stories of gods, gods and ghosts fell from their mouths into Mingzhou City, and have been passed down.

At this time, it has been a hundred years since the death of the demon ancestor Jun Ye, and the battle of demon slaughter in the past hundred years has been exaggerated layer by layer. The child can also tell you how this evil ancestor is so devoid of conscience and full of evil, how brave and powerful the gods in the sky are, punishing evil and promoting good.

Fulai Teahouse is the largest teahouse in Mingzhou City. Every day, a chubby storyteller is invited to tell strange things. Because this gentleman dreams of becoming a fairy and leaving in the sky, so the Tumo who praises the fairy He talks about the Great War almost every day.

"Continuing from the previous article, the book continues from the last chapter. After a fierce battle led by the god of war, the god of war, the ancestor of the demon was finally beheaded and killed in the Miluo Heavenly Palace of the Golden Clan. The family of the immortals thought that the matter should be settled here, Unexpectedly, another major event happened!" The storyteller slapped Xingmu in his hand, "Guess what major event happened again?"

Most of the people who came to listen to it were regular customers. They had heard it dozens of times, if not hundreds of times. They just drank tea and didn’t talk. A few outsiders asked enthusiastically, “What’s the matter? Could it be that the demon ancestor is really alive? ?”

"If the Demon Ancestor is really alive, can you still sit here drinking tea and listening to books?" The storyteller smiled, with an inscrutable expression on his face, "But I guessed right, the Evil Ancestor is indeed dead. It's so clear that there won't be any big storms, what a pity, those running dogs under his hands are still alive!"

"Who?"

"As for who it is, I'll keep it a secret today. If you want to know what will happen next, hurry up tomorrow!"

The man at the bottom listened obsessively, being stuck here, he put his teacup heavily on the table in hatred, let out a "Bah" and cursed a few words.

"Master, you can see that he is from outside." Xiaoer smiled shyly and went up to refill a cup of tea, "Our gentleman here has been talking about it every day, and my two hundred and five heads are almost fluent. Don't be angry, I will come Let me tell you, it is none other than Mo Heng, the sage king of the Demon Realm, who led three thousand dead soldiers to attack the Heavenly Palace. People actually fought for three days with hundreds of thousands of heavenly soldiers and generals, and finally took back the corpse of the demon ancestor, but they were also forced to retreat to the cool shore of the tomb."

The man threw down a piece of silver the size of a finger cap, "The cool shore of the tomb, what kind of place is this?"

Xiao Er accepted it with a smile, sat down and squeezed a peanut from the plate and threw it into his mouth, "How do we mortals know about this place in the devil world, but ah..." He lowered his voice and said, "Listen They say that there is no grass growing there, surrounded by magma that can scald people to death, there are a dozen suns hanging in the sky during the day, enough to roast people, and at night, it is as cold as an icehouse, and the snow that falls in one night is as big as yours Gao, anyway, this is not a place where people can stay, and everyone is guessing that the sage, Mo Heng, brought a dead man and would have been wiped out long ago!"

Xiao Er sat and chatted about other things, until the shopkeeper poked his head out and yelled before running away with his head shrunk. Before he left, he did not forget to refill a cup of tea for the young man in Xuanyi who was resting his chin by the window.

This is the first time for Jun Ye to drink tea in a teahouse since he was born again. At first, he was quite surprised to hear his story from other people, but after hearing it, he was not surprised or surprised.

Who is this demon world sage?He has a cold nature, and he has only been sincere to two people for hundreds of thousands of years. One died because of him, and the other wanted him to die. After all, there was no good end.

Although the world calls him "the ancestor of the devil", in fact he has nothing to do with the devil world. Isn't this person a fool?He even said cruelly that once he woke up, he would let the four realms of the Nine Heavens be buried with him, and he also paid three thousand dead men to take his body.

Although the three thousand sounds a little less, Jun Ye knew that before the fairy world partnered to trap him, the demon world looked down on the fairy world everywhere, came to provoke every day, and there were too many small fights, and the two sides simply settled. One day, I plan to solve it all at once, fight to the death, if you win, you will be the master of the four worlds, if you lose, you will bow your head and proclaim yourself a vassal.

At that time, his cheap husband still treated him affectionately. Even though they were both his own sons, he would inevitably end up sideways when the two parties fought. With this pull, the demon world was almost finished.

So these three thousand are probably the last elite soldiers in the demon world, and they all died for nothing because of my corpse, which is a pity.He clicked his tongue twice, but he couldn't figure it out, when Xiao Er came over to refill his tea, so he threw a piece of silver, pushed the pastry by his side, raised his head and asked, "Come and sit, I'll ask you something .”

Xiao Er cheerfully hid the money in his waist, rejoicing in his heart that he had been taken advantage of so much today, he saw Jun Ye's appearance with a glance, and was so frightened that he staggered on his calf and almost fell to the ground.

Jun Ye smiled at him gently, "Are you all right?"

Xiao Er swallowed her saliva, "No, it's all right. Young master, you, what do you want to hear?"

"Tell me about the lackey of the Demon Ancestor, what is it called?"

"The sage of the demon world?" Xiao Er took a few steps back, his body was shaking like a sieve, and his face was sullen, "Young master, you, you are not a cultivator of demons, are you?"

Jun Ye laughed and said, "If I were a demon cultivator, I would have lined up your heads and cut off your heads if I heard these rebellious words."

Xiao Er shrank his head, "My lord, you, you're joking." Although his expression was a little relaxed, Jun Ye didn't want to say a word more about what he wanted to inquire about, for fear that he would lose his head if he said a wrong word.

Jun Ye was not angry either, he picked up the teacup and blew on the tea leaves floating on the surface, the water in the cup reflected his face, and because of the few ripples he looked even more ferocious, he frowned involuntarily, and put the tea aside.

It's no wonder that this little guy will be frightened when he goes out on the street with this appearance.

The person who occupied this shell before was even more gloomy and indifferent, treating human life like nothing. The Jun's mansion is for cultivating ghosts, and it is a bit colder than usual, and he was ridiculed by his own sister because of his appearance, and he hated him very much. He actually manipulated the ghosts to kill all the people in the whole house. So far, there is no living person in the house, and all the servants and maids are all vain dead people whose tongues were cut out.

It is also because of this that the Jun family has the reputation of "dead man's cave" in this small town, and the owner of this shell just goes to the mass graves at night to look for prey, and spends the day boring in the Jun mansion to refine his soul and never see him again. people.

Jun Ye sighed, and took out another piece of silver and put it on the table, "Okay, I won't make things difficult for you, give this silver to the storyteller, and ask him to explain the following paragraph to me in detail. "

Xiao Er heaved a sigh of relief, picked up the money and ran away. The storyteller was packing up his things and going out, when he was stopped to collect the money, weighed the weight, and walked onto the stage with a fat body.

As Xingmu was startled, the storyteller started to talk, the process was a little more detailed than that Xiao Er said, and he could even describe the appearance of the holy king, but in the end it was all hearsay, and I don’t know how many layers of stories he had gone through. It is processed and rendered, so it is really uncertain what this holy king looks like.

Some people say that he has three heads and six arms, a blue face and long fangs; others say that the holy king is coquettish and gorgeous, with a cinnabar tear mole under his right eye, and his birth is overwhelming, not inferior to that demon ancestor.

Three heads and six arms, blue face and fangs...

Jun Ye frowned and sketched this face in his mind. Sure enough, the wisdom of the working people is invincible. He, the creator of this ugly thing, really couldn't create it.

The cinnabar tear mole, overwhelming the country and the city, can't lose half a point to the Demon Ancestor?Jun Ye sneered, he had never seen anyone as good-looking as him in this world.

Eh?

Speaking of appearance, he suddenly thought of the birthmark that looks like welt marks all over his face, and he suddenly realized that if he robbed my body, he wanted to whip the corpse for revenge?

The more he thought about it, the more he felt it was possible, and he dismissed the two tut-tuts as a joke, and he stopped asking people.

The storyteller talked about other things, anecdotes about unofficial folk histories, anecdotes from the heavens, and he talked for more than an hour. Jun Ye also listened attentively and was quite interested, and planned to go to the mass grave to capture people in his free time. A storyteller will come back.

In the middle of the night, a crescent moon hung in the sky.

The street was much quieter than before, the storyteller walked forward, and the idlers in the tavern also dispersed sparsely, and became quiet, as if they could still hear the Sanskrit voice coming from outside.

Today is July [-]th, the "ghost festival" among ordinary people.

It is said that the gate of Hades will be opened on this day, and the ghosts of the underworld will be released.The ghosts with offspring and descendants go home to receive incense offerings; the lonely souls without a master wander around, wandering in any place where people can go to find something to eat.

The faint Sanskrit sound that Jun Ye heard was the practice of people chanting sutras to purify these lonely ghosts and prevent them from causing harm to the world.

It wasn't until there were no one left in the tavern, and the boss had a bitter look on his face, wanting to drive people away but didn't dare to sneak a few glances, that Jun Ye finally received the resentment from the eyes that shot him directly at the back, and threw the money on the table. Let go, and walk out the door.

As soon as the front foot stepped out of the threshold, there was a "bang", and the door was closed tightly, as if meeting a ghost.

Jun Ye had never realized that he was unpopular to such an extent, he was taken aback, and laughed out loud "huh".

"Owner!"

Two seven or eight-year-old dolls with shofar braids were squatting at the door to count ants, but when they saw his voice, they stood up straight and let out a crisp cry.

Jun Ye nodded slightly. It was his first time as a human being. After thinking about it, he said empathetically, "Today is the ghost festival in the mouth of ordinary people. Do you want to go home and have a look? Maybe your relatives will burn it as an offering."

The two little dolls still don't understand the ways of the world. They licked a candy stick painted by Bairi Junjiu, and answered with a smile, "The two of us have been sold since we were young. Where did our family come from? What is the enshrinement? There is a candy drawn by the little master." Is the stick delicious?"

Jun Ye was taken aback for a moment before he remembered that the two sisters, the Four Treasures of March, were picked up by Jun Jiu at the mass grave during the daytime. The two children were just seven years old, and they were sold by the gambling ghost daddy to a wealthy family to be buried alive.

Mercury was injected into the bodies of these boys and girls during the burial to ensure that the corpses would not rot. Mercury originally possessed yin, but after entering the human body, it became a soul-fixing thing. He also has to endure the severe pain of mercury seeping into his body every day.

The owner of the tomb used virgin boys and virgins originally to be able to better sense the aura so that they could become immortals after death. Unfortunately, most of these people were forced to become ghosts and fierce spirits. The master tore it to pieces, and the seal of the back tomb was broken by a group of tomb robbers, and they tore up the confinement, and became a scourge. In the end, the monks collected and killed them.

After scaring her gambler father to death in Sanyue, she dared not do anything with Sibao, a little coward. Even a living person would be terrified when they stomped their feet. To such an extent, a monk could move his finger They were unwilling to waste their energy, and the two of them loved each other and were blessed, so they lived until they met Jun Jiu, got their bodies, and lived in Jun's mansion.

Jun Ye usually doesn't remember what Jun Jiu did, and just blurts out hurtful words like this. Seeing the two children in front of him licking a candy stick heartlessly, he feels very uncomfortable.

"March, Four Treasures."

"Master..." Sibao is a younger sister with four croiss braids, raised her head and stared round her eyes, clutching the corners of her clothes in confusion, "Can you give me a new name? It's so ugly, you won't be able to get married when you grow up like this."

"Fool, we are all the master's people, why should we marry, stupid!" Sanyue, who had three braids in her hair, stretched out her fingers and tapped her sister's forehead heavily.

Sibao pouted, a little sad.

Jun Ye patted the heads of the two, "Okay, talk to the little master during the day, if he doesn't agree to you, you will cry, the little master is soft-hearted, I don't see how you guys are unhappy."

The child was happy, and continued to lick the candy stick. After licking for a while, he felt that he seemed to have neglected the master, and asked embarrassedly, "Master, where are we going tonight? Are we still going to the mass grave to pick up leaks?"

Picking up leaks is to catch some ghosts wandering in the world to refine their souls.

"No, I'll take you to the ghost market tonight to buy some fun things."

When Sibao heard that he was going to the market, he stared at the black glass-like eyes and nodded happily, "Go, go buy nice clothes, and sugar sticks!"

March pouted, "I just know how to eat."

The moon is hidden, the wind is blowing, the tinfoil used for sacrifices in the lonely alley is shining a little bit, and the sound of Fanfan can be faintly heard in the distance.

Jun Ye pinched a stone and drew a few random strokes on the ground, and then outlined a lifelike crow. On the gray stone floor, it was black, like a ghost.

Sibao has always liked the paintings drawn by Junye and Junjiu. As soon as his eyes lit up, he knelt down and wanted to touch them. Before he touched them, he was pulled by Sanyue, and almost fell to the ground staggeringly.

Si Bao tilted his head and glared at his sister displeasedly, and then his eyes lit up when he turned around!

There was a rustling sound from the bluestone slab, and the black figure slowly climbed up by itself, wrapped in a cloud of black mist, swelled and expanded, and happened to be blown by a strong wind, making it even more ghostly, and when the fog cleared Finally, what came into view was a big and excessive crow, flapping its shiny black wings, and fell to the ground respectfully towards Jun Jiu's lovable predecessor.

"Wow, that's amazing..." Sibao dropped the candy stick in his mouth, jumped by this big guy, and backed up a few steps involuntarily.

Sanyue picked up the candy stick, put her sister behind her, wiped the candy stick carefully with a handkerchief, and was so calm that she didn't look like a seven-year-old child, "No, hold it, don't drop it again, really so stupid."

Sibao brought the sugar stick over. .