In the silent night, dark clouds covered the starry sky, making it impossible to see even one's fingers.
Boom... there was a muffled thunder in the distance, and the mountain rain was about to come.
The ruined temple in the wilderness outside the city was faintly swaying with the light of fire.
Suddenly, a white shadow flashed outside the window, a large white robe was fluttering in the wind, and long black hair was flying all over the sky.
A peerless face that could not tell the difference between male and female, with cold eyes.
Looking through the window, he saw that in the ruined temple, the Buddha statue was missing its head and was hung with spider webs and dust. The altar table was also missing half of its legs and was leaning to one side, with half of the tabletop chopped off and used as firewood.
Among them, there was a strong man sitting by the fire, holding a wine jar, wearing coarse clothes, with strong arms and a round waist, and his sleeves rolled up high.
His face was red from the alcohol, and his small eyes were wandering around, looking a bit lewd and evil.
"It's actually such a thing."
The shadows on the wall trembled, and the strong man drinking wine felt a flash before his eyes. A man came out of nowhere near the fire, with a flowing white robe and black hair as smooth as brocade.
She looked at the man approaching her in surprise. The smell of alcohol was rising, her face and eyes were red, and even her breathing was unsteady, "Beautiful...beautiful..."
The man in white stood calmly, stretched out his hand and slowly opened the skirt of his clothes, revealing only a small half of his flat chest. His snow-white skin looked like jade under the firelight.
The wind blew up his black hair, the firelight trembled, and the shadows behind him danced gracefully.
The strong man's eyes widened without blinking, his legs stiffened, and he slowly stood up.
The indistinguishable beautiful face of male and female came closer and closer, and then it became clear that he actually had a pair of gray eyes, shining with a strange silver light, and it was impossible to get out when you looked into them.
Suddenly, the man in white took the initiative to lean over the rickety altar table and lifted up his outer robe. The thin underpants reflected the firelight, and his jade legs could be vaguely separated.
"Hurry up."
The cold voice was like a ray of clear spring in the hot summer, the tone was unsteady, and there was a slight breath when speaking.
With a bang, the smell of alcohol and lust rushed to his forehead.
No matter where he comes from!
The strong man suddenly woke up and grabbed the future man's waist tightly...
Suddenly, a foot kicked his butt hard and cleanly from behind.
Wow!
The strong man was kicked away, and the person in his arms broke the altar table and almost hit the Buddha statue.
"Nothing!" The man in white looked back bitterly, and with a swish sound, he turned into a white shadow and ran out of the window.
"Fuck... ah!!" The strong man turned around and was about to scold him, but was stepped on the ground again and let out a scream.
"I'm tired of living! How dare you touch a pornographic ghost?!"
A sharp shout echoed in the ruined temple, and the woman's delicate eyebrows revealed a faint hint of sharpness or murderous intent.
Her long hair was simply and neatly tied behind her head, with the ends of her braids swaying lightly. She wore a purple short shirt with a somewhat weird style, with sleeves tied up on one side and wide at the other. She also held a piece of talisman paper in her hand, which she didn't have time to throw out.
"Female... female hero, please forgive me..." The strong man tremblingly raised his hand, curled his fingers, and wanted to move his foot away, but he didn't dare.
Qianye frowned, looked at the window where Yangui escaped, and put the talisman back into her sleeve bitterly.
But at this moment, a ghost fluttered out of the broad sleeves and glanced at the strong man sympathetically, "Sir, lift your feet, men can't step on them."
"Hasn't it already been stepped on? Where can't it be stepped on?" Chiba was feeling depressed.
"It will kill people."
Qianye lowered her head and looked at the strong man below, and then realized that, by coincidence, her foot was right in the middle of his body, the most disgusting place.
The strong man's face turned pale and his eyes widened, "Ghost...Ghost...Ghost!!!!"
He pushed Chiba's feet away violently, rolled up and rushed forward, hitting the wall with a loud thud.
"Bad luck!" Qianye spat, rubbed the soles of her shoes hard on the ground, and looked at her ghost, "Death, I think people will die when you show up."
Ming Erhuai looked at the unconscious strong man and asked, "Sir, are you still chasing that lewd ghost?"
"Why don't you pursue me? Anyone who dares to say that I am nosy has turned into a ghost!"
Shi rolled his eyes and floated back into Qianye's sleeves.