After Picking up the Dank Male Ghost

The next book will be continued and will go straight to the column hehehe "The white moonlight that passes through books and becomes the civil and military officials of the entire dynasty" by The Prodigal Son Ban Tou Zhao Hanxu traveled through the palace novel and became the prince who was about to subjugate his country and sacrifice to heaven. Everyone wants to hang the fatuous royal family and change the dynasty immediately. Zhao Hanxu: Oh, this won't work, I haven't lived enough yet. After finally getting a healthy body, how can you not do something good? As the literary fortune of this dynasty dried up, Zhao Hanxu approached the literary giants of the previous dynasty and wanted to rewrite books and compile canons. The old writer twirled his beard and sarcastically said: "How can a group of yellow-faced children take on such an important task?" Zhao Hanxu smiled and said nothing, then turned around and led the three hundred newcomers to complete the masterpiece. Since then, the literary context has been flowing smoothly, and famous poems by poets are like carps crossing the river. Military generals are stationed abroad, supporting their own troops, and it is urgent to regain military power. The local general teased wildly: "What can a pretty boy do?" The next day, the prince inspected the station. Before he got off the chariot, he shot off the veteran's helmet with an arrow. The morale of the army was shattered, the ranks were reorganized, and the veterans were dismissed. Before leaving, Zhao Hanxu curled his lips and smiled: "Winning the army's heart is all about ability." The literary world prospered and the martial arts prospered. There was only one person who was a serious nuisance to the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty. ——As a eunuch, Lu Jun'an has hands and eyes that reach the sky, and he is extremely ambitious. The ministers scorned him and urged the virtuous prince to get rid of these vicious people as soon as possible. No one knew that the east palace was quiet that night. Lu Junan was half-kneeling on the ground, his eyes red, seemingly unwilling. Zhao Hanxu closed his fan and slapped him on the face casually, smiling provocatively: "They all say you are a wolf." Lu Junan's eyes were deep, tightly surrounding the person he thought about day and night, and murmured obsessively: "Your Highness, don't listen to those people's slander. Only I am your dog." (2) Lu Junan was born low and vicious, like the reincarnation of a lone star from heaven. After entering the palace, he even recognized the thief as his father, and he rose to great heights all the way. Servants accompanied him, and the ceremony was extravagant. Seeing his appearance, all the civil and military officials in the court wanted to kill the traitor with their own hands. On the chariot, Lu Junan put all the angry looks in his eyes and sneered gloomily. They are all a mob. As long as the power is in their own hands, what can others do to them? Until I saw the beautiful moon-white clothes deep in the vermilion palace wall. Lu Junan felt a little regretful, feeling that he had been too eager for quick success before. What is "power"? It's just the icing on the cake when you have someone in your arms. But the prince was surrounded by ministers, each of whom was extremely good at sowing dissension. Lu Junan's back teeth were sore and his eyes were dark. Unbearable and unbearable, Lu Junan secretly sneaked into the East Palace that night. The bed shook slightly and the bead curtain trembled slightly. Deep in the red waves, the prince caressed Lu Junan's face and joked with a smile: "Why is my puppy so crazy today? Being jealous is not a good habit." Lu Junan groped the lingering red marks on the prince's neck inch by inch, his voice was low and hoarse, and he could not hide his emotion: "Why don't you look at me more? Your Highness has forgotten that dogs can bite when pushed too hard." The cold and powerful eunuch x the fishing prince If you are interested, you can click to add it to your collection, hehe (*^▽^*) ———————————— Song Heng is the leader of the special team of the paranormal research team. Gods will kill gods, and Buddhas will kill Buddhas. His daily job is to catch ghosts, exorcise evil spirits, and work overtime. Of course, working overtime is the most important thing in life. After years of struggle, Song Heng finally ended his journey to Beijing with the help of his family and bought his own house. It only takes more than ten minutes to walk from the unit, and the location is excellent. Happy to run around and beat gongs and drums. As a result, within a few days of moving in, the house was completely destroyed by thunder. ——The neighbor set up a mourning hall in the house, and the community suddenly turned into a ghost house. Song Heng firmly believes that as long as he works hard, he can change the current unfortunate situation. Unfortunately, the harder you work, the more unfortunate you become. The car got into trouble, the love-minded brother stabbed Song Heng in both sides, and all the hard-earned money was wasted. Song Heng was silent. Could anything be more unfortunate than this? Have. He picked up a dank male ghost on the roadside that he couldn't give away. The dank male ghost hugged Song Heng and said with a smile: "You still owe me a love debt~ I will never let you go even if I am a ghost~" * Song Heng tried many methods but failed to send the male ghost away. The male ghost became more aggressive and sneaked into his bedroom every night to watch him sleep. Song Heng raised his eyebrows: "Do you think you are not perverted?" Tang Mingwei blinked aggrievedly: "Is there something more perverted that you want to try?" I tried it and it tasted pretty good, so let's do this for now. It's just that life is harmonious at night, but not so peaceful during the day. Fighting is already normal, but there are even more extreme ones. From time to time, Tang Mingwei would approach him pitifully and act coquettishly: "Teacher Song, do you love me a little bit?" Song Heng raised his eyebrows, raised his head and kissed Tang Mingwei's forehead: "First let go of your knife-inserting hand before you say such heartless words." Then he smiled and stabbed the knife with his other hand. The onlookers said: If you want to kill each other, just kill each other. Don't make it look like you are flirting. * One day, Song Heng's apprentice asked curiously: "Teacher Song, I don't think you were ready to deal with that lunatic today? Why did you withdraw again?" Song Heng said calmly: "I'm afraid he will lick my hand when I slap him." Disciple:? Is this how you play? ------- 1. Completely fictitious, with a dramatic style and a supernatural style. Emotional plots all have a certain proportion. 2. Tang Weiming (sick brain, damp male ghost attack) They are both very abstract characters, with imperfect protagonists, who will have extreme behaviors and personalities, and may even pit and fight each other. (This is not a drill, it will really happen) It's all for the plot, please don't study it. 3. If there is a list, try to update it every day this week. If there is no list, it will be updated the next day. 4. No spoilers please 5. Please communicate in a friendly manner in the comment area. If you accidentally offended something, I apologize here. I also wish all readers and friends to find novels that suit your own preferences in Jinjiang. Love 6. Please do not substitute reality. It is just for fun. 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