Otherworldly Merchant

The woman sat in a pitch-red barrel, covered in delicate white meat, gleaming in smoke.

She has beautiful, wet, long hair that just sits on her sexy clavicle, long eyelashes, seductive eyes, and moist lips that make people want to bite.

And the half-cutted thighs exposed to the water reveal all kinds of flair from time to time...

At this moment, she was gently shaking the pink veil, and Li Xiaomeng was seduced by her glamorous eyes.

Li Xiaomeng swallowed a few sips, his eyes slipped round, as if he had been hooked by a soul, and walked straight ahead.

As he walked, he couldn't help but take off his clothes and brush the red strip he had picked up a few times. He fell into the barrel and crawled into the wooden barrel, intertwining with the woman.

I didn't see well. I hurried up and sacrificed an invisible needle!

Bang, the illusory scene in front of me was directly poked by an invisible needle, the red building, the barrels, all the beautiful women disappeared.

Li Xiaomengbao lay on the ground, surprised, then disappeared - I interrupted his dream, at least not tonight.

When I opened my eyes from the beating, I looked at the painting of the god of the door that was affixed to it, and it turned to paper ash, as I expected.

Looks like this nine-colored demon is a tough one to fight!

I carefully recalled the scenes from Li Xiaomeng's dream: the manor, the small building, even the barrels, the lotus lights… all like the late Tang Dynasty craftsmanship.

The woman seduced Li Xiaomeng when she sang the song, I vaguely remembered a few sentences, turned on her phone Baidu for a moment, and found that it was "Twilight Spring Now", a seven-letter poem by Fish Xuan Machine.

The whole poem probably means that you live in a deep alley, lonely and cold, in desperate need of a lover.

Most people probably don't know about the fish machine, but she's actually a famous poet from the late Tang Dynasty! Fish machine has always loved to read, especially good at writing poetry, can be said to be a talented woman with both beauty and wisdom.

Even the famous literary artist Wen Tingyu was her anniversary, and the fish machine was made one of the four talented women of the Tang dynasty by future generations.

Unfortunately, the fate of the women in the old society was mostly miserable. Fish Xuan Machine was introduced by Wen Ting, married to his first husband Li Yi as a concubine. The two men were respectful to each other, but because Captain Fish Xuan was too beautiful, talented and good, he was jealous of Li Yi's wife, and was eventually expelled from the house...

The Fish Xuan Machine went to become a Taoist with a cold heart, but where can the avant-garde Fish Xuan Machine endure the bitterness of Daoism? She started looking everywhere for a man, sometimes a month for another man, sometimes a few men a day, and she became what the world sees as a 'gorgeous girl’.

Ultimately, the Fish Xuan Machine was beheaded by the government because his new man had seen his maid, Fang Hua, who was only 27 years old, and was so jealous that he killed her.

From the scene of Li Xiaomeng's dream, all the appliances should be from the late Tang Dynasty, the exact opposite of the era in which the fish Xuan machine lived.

But her poetry, because it was so blatant, so controversial at the time, had not been circulated, and the period of true circulation should be five or ten generations later.

In other words, this ghost is most likely the Fish Xuan machine itself!

I don't know what happened to her before she died, so she turned a grudge into a ghost, or even a nine-colored demon.

With my strength now, it is not difficult to eradicate her, but she is now involved with Li Xiaomeng. If she is so hard to destroy her, Li Xiaomeng will surely suffer. A major illness is inevitable, and it is even possible that you will not wake up and become a vegetable forever.

If Li Xiaomeng really has three lengths and two shorts, then Li Mazi...

That's a little tricky!

Now the situation is like an eighteen forbidden movie, Li Xiaomeng and Yu Xuan Machine play male and female lead actors, and I am the only audience that can see all the scenes.

The fact that the female lead wants to suck off the male lead cannot be changed - even if I break the dream with an invisible needle, it's just that the movie is temporarily closed. Once Xiaomeng falls asleep again, the plot will continue, and the ending will not change at all.

Now the only way to crack it is to find another ghost to go into your dreams.

That means completely tampering with the script, adding in a jealous and avenging warrior, and getting rid of the fish machine.

I thought about posting this message to the WeChat community, and letting shady traders from all over the country help me see who has shady clues.

At first sight of Zhang Dazhang's opening, everyone was actively helping and spying around.

I stared at the screen until dawn and still didn't get any valuable clues.

After breakfast, Li Mazi called again: "Zhang Jia Xiao, I know what the cunt entangled Xiaomeng is. ”

“Oh, what have you found?” I pretended to ask carelessly.

“It's a pillow!” Li Mazi lowered his voice and was afraid that Li Xiaomeng would hear him whisper: “I think he must have been caught up in something dirty. In order to clean up the bad luck, he bought a new set of clothes, curtains and bedding, and was going to change everything in his house. ”

“Meng didn't object at first, but when I switched pillows, he was in a hurry! I grabbed it from my hand, held it tight in my arms and refused to live, and said that I would cut off my father and son if I threw this pillow. ”

“I saw the pillow! It's not our stuff, it's just a new pillowcase on the outside, and there's a chill in the hand. Dude, does that work? I don't know why Xiao Meng is getting carried away. ”

“It's okay, don't worry.” I was deeply concerned about Li Mazi and continued to persuade him: “The sex ghost on his body has indeed been expelled, but it will take a recovery period, just a few days. ”

“Is this... really all right?” Li Mazi is still a little upset.

“Nothing, just do as I say.” I faked dropping the phone and keeping an eye on it.

Li Xiaomeng was harassed by a dream-colored ghost. Even if a shady object was found, throwing the pillow in a foreign country would not solve the problem at all.

The scrotum merchants in the circle are still helping me find out, but the targeted scrotum is too hard to find.

After lunch, I was also a little sleepy. I just saw Li Xiaomeng again!

The charm I left behind at Li Mazi's house has locked Li Xiaomeng's dream. As soon as he comes into the dream, I will feel it at the same time.

He still wore a gown and snuck into an alley, looking back from time to time, as if he was deeply afraid of being found.

“Stop right there!” Seeing him push the wooden door open again, I suddenly came out drinking high.

As soon as Li Xiaomeng heard the voice, he shook up. He turned his head and looked at me. He turned his head in shock and shame, but where did he run off?

I chased him up a couple of arrows, and I shoved him to the corner of the wall.

“Say what you're going to do.” I looked so heavy, I asked softly.

“I... I don't care, let go of me.” Li Xiaomeng's face was red, and the blues on his neck were high, howling loudly and trying to break free.

“Whatever? Whatever you have to die here.” I grabbed him dead and reprimanded him. “Tell me, where did the pillow come from? ”

As soon as I heard about the pillow, Li Xiaomeng's temper was extinguished by three points.

I poked him through the boss, tried to run away, but he was extremely hard to argue: “Uncle Zhang, I really don't know what you're talking about...”

“Still playing garlic with me!” I slapped him in the head, pointing to the wooden doorway in the distance: “What do you think you're doing, I don't know? Isn't that what you're looking for? In a few days, you'll be squeezed into adult dry. Now, you tell me the truth, and save me, and in a few more nights, you won't survive! Boy, you wanna watch your dad cry? Say, what the hell is going on? ”

Li Xiaomeng was stubborn, but he was still a child, very much like his father, bold and timid. I was so scared, I finally lowered my head and said: “Well, that pillow is not mine alone...”