Otherworldly Merchant

As the saying goes, persuading the gambler not to persuade the prostitute.

To persuade people to be good, to persuade people to be unpleasant!

How many heroes have been seduced by beautiful women, ruined in one color? Besides, Li Xiaomeng is just a child.

Young people who know how to taste it for the first time are unable to pull themselves out.

I was dreaming yesterday and grabbed him for what he was doing. I just wanted him to tell me what it was all about. I didn't expect him to quit.

Li Xiaomeng quickly walked away, afraid that he would be slower and caught by me.

In a dream, Wu Song immediately became what he was.

Seven-foot tall, Tiger Bear waist, hair spread apart, wearing a grey patch monk robe, one carrying a shiny knife, one hand empty from the beginning of the shoulder.

He lifted his chin towards Li Xiaomeng. He seemed to be asking me, but this is the child?

I nodded.

Wu Song's toes fell slightly on the walls on both sides of the alley, bending his waist behind him silently.

Upon seeing Wusong follow up, I also slowed my footsteps and fell far behind to watch.

At this time, Li Xiaomeng learned from the front car. He was extremely vigilant and looked back from time to time. But how could he find Wusong?

Approaching that wooden door, Li Xiaomeng looked back and made sure that no one was following him. This was the quickest way in.

Wusong seemed to have a lot of experience in catching rape, and he waited deliberately, so he jumped in and then gently pushed me open the door.

We followed Fake Mountain and followed Li Xiaomeng all the way to the red building.

I saw Li Xiaomeng step into the red building, I was just about to step, but Wusong reached out and stopped me.

I was surprised, but I saw him make an eye toward the bushes downstairs.

It wasn't until then that I realized that there were still many shadows hidden in that bush.

One was dressed in black, pale in colour, deaf in both eyes, and his toes were suspended on the floor.

I knew at first glance that it was all a dream servant and had been completely subdued by the fish machine and turned into a mindless slave. Most of these dreamservants are young teenagers, most likely squeezed dry by a fish machine earlier.

The last time I came here, these dreamservants didn't exist!

That time I saw Xiaomeng climb into the bathtub and ruined her good with an invisible needle.

However, she may still have a little luck, thinking that Li Xiaomeng was disturbed and woke up in reality, which led to the breakdown of the dream.

Li Xiaomeng had been haunted by her for a long time. She was about to become the next dream servant. She would definitely not give up on this. This released a group of dream servants to visit the nursing home.

Wu Song saw Li Xiaomeng enter the building, which gently turned around.

Cover your mouth, wipe your throat! Wusong's movements were both swift and harsh.

In one breath, a dream servant dissipated into black smoke.

That's why I had to find a dream spirit to help - if I did it, the dream would be broken again, it would be too hard to catch her, and I couldn't stay with these kids all the time to dream and protect them.

Wu Song's body was extremely tall, but extremely clever to travel through the forest, hands up and down, silently solved all the dream servants, then gave me a look and jumped upstairs.

I also followed closely into the building.

On both sides of the stairs was a red golden gauze. Li Xiaomeng did not do anything good for two days and nights. His heart was probably in a hurry, and he ran up all the way.

This time there is no more smoke and a bathtub on the roof, but a bed.

A big yellow pear carved king bed with a pink veil hanging from the outside of the bed. One of them has an incredible figure, shaking her waist and limbs gently, causing that incredible line to shake slowly, both dull and sexy, making her eyes impatient to close.

Li Xiaomeng swallowed his saliva vigorously and impatiently pounded over it, opening the veil and drilling into it.

The shadow inside, suddenly put him in his arms, like a water snake to death to haunt Li Xiaomeng.

“Little wrongdoer, how did you get here? I miss the slave family.” There was a soft scream inside.

“Well, here we are.” Li Xiaomeng's breathing was aggravated, followed by a response. Then he put his hands together and pounded.

Why hasn't Wusong done it yet?

When I saw the anxiety, I couldn't see Wu Song anywhere.

Seeing Li Xiaomeng fall into the beauty trap again, I immediately sacrificed the invisible needle and wanted to break my dream, but I heard the crackling shock. The windows in the house closed continuously, and a shadow came straight through the window.

It's Wu Song, big step like flying, quit knife snow!

All said that the Wusong man was harsh and scrupulous, but he didn't fake it. He closed the windows around him first in case the Fish Xuan fled - after all, this is her territory.

Pull it, the knife rips through the pink tent and bursts out the other side!

A delicate voice had just woken up and had been extinguished. By the time I came to see it, I saw that the Yin spirits of the Fish Xuan Machine had been nailed to the wall by Wusong's knife.

Her beautiful face was full of shock, her tongue stretched out to the elder, and her neck bone had been crushed.

The bare chest cracked more than a foot long, but there was no blood on it, just a constant black smoke.

Li Xiaomeng's face was stunned as she lay her ass under the bed naked.

Wusong snorted coldly and took the first two steps, pulling out a knife that was inserted into the chest of the fish machine.

Beautiful beauty just now, instantly turned into black smoke to dissipate.

Where has Li Xiaomeng seen such a scene? I was so scared, I shrunk tightly into a bunch.

“Kid, remember, horny is the head of all evil, don't bury yourself.” Wusong cautioned coldly.

I walked over, picked up the quilt on the bed and threw it away. I sighed a long airway: "Xiaomeng, have you thought about it? What if something happens to your father? You know what he's worried about these days. ”

“Zhang, Uncle Zhang...” At first sight, Li Xiaomeng finally relieved herself and held her quilt tightly over her body, lowering her head: “Me, I know I was wrong. ”

“Okay.” I nodded. "You're too young to change. Don't worry, I won't tell your dad about the dream. ”

“Thank you, Uncle Zhang...” Li Xiaomeng blushed and pressed his head even lower.

I immediately sacrificed the intangible needle, tearing apart the dream in front of me.

All the dreams were dispersed, in front of the cabin yard, and the old lady stood opposite me with a knife in her hand.

“Master Wu, thank you!” I stood up and punched him.

“Dude, where are we? Take me with you.” Wusong said impatiently, lying on the bed with his eyes closed.

The snoring went off again, but instead of being as rude as I was when I first arrived in the hospital, it was getting lighter and smoother.

The old lady seemed to dream of something extremely happy, her mouth flashed and she gave a very quiet smile.

I made a trip to Shandong and put this knife in a pile of white tiger stones.

The knife circled around me three times and nodded gently, as if to thank me, and then went into the stone pile and disappeared.

On his way back, he received a call from Li Mazi. He said, "Brother Zhang, our son is ready! And this awakening seems to be better than before..."

“Well.” I said with a smile, "The child will grow up, and when he grows up, he will understand. ”

From the beginning to the end, Li Mazi didn't know what was going on, and I think that's what a real friend should do.

When I got back, I went to Jute Village to see how the old lady was doing.

At the end of the day, a group of workers was found paving the way and a number of villagers were helping.

The old lady at the store recognized me and greeted me.

When I asked, I found out that the old lady's illness was well and her body was much harder than it had been.

His son's pension was paid, and Zhang's widow's uncle had no heirs. After Zhang's death, the money went to the old lady as well.

The old lady took it all out, did good deeds, built a new road for the village, but strangely, she insisted on naming the road: "Wusong Road. ”

It seems that she knows the original commission, and I don't have to see her anymore. I bought a few boxes of cigarettes in the store and went back to Wuhan.