Qing Wu held the mace, weighed it, and touched it.
Hiss, it really pricks my hand.
She looked at the man opposite her and saw that he had burned a censer of incense. She was speechless: "You still need to have a sense of ritual when you get beaten?"
“This fragrance can calm your mind.”
"Is your heart still not at peace?" He looked as if the root of all evil had been cut off.
Cang Ming looked at her: "When I see you, I can't be at peace."
When I see her, my heart becomes uncontrollable and surges violently.
But that kind of emotion and feeling was separated by a layer of fog and gauze. It was clearly surging from his chest, but it did not belong to him.
Cang Ming knew that it was another self's feelings for her.
Qing Wu couldn't sense any of the romantic meaning at all. She had no idea how many times she had thought about beating Cang Ming with a stick.
Now that the opportunity is right in front of her, she feels a little uncomfortable.
I always feel that if this stick hits someone, it will make the other person feel uncomfortable.
"Do you need my cooperation?" Cang Ming asked sincerely.
Qing Wu: "...How about you kneel down?"
The two looked at each other.
Qing Wu simply threw the golden washboard down and signaled with her eyes.
Cang Ming looked at her for a while, then lifted his robe and knelt on the washboard. His posture was dignified and elegant. She didn't look like someone kneeling waiting to be beaten. Instead, she looked like she was sitting on a shrine, looking down at the crowd.
Qing Wu was indeed itching to do something.
She walked behind Cangming and stretched her shoulders and neck: "Here I come, take my stick!"
Cang Ming lowered his eyes, waiting for the blow.
As I waited, the expected pain and impact appeared at the same time.
He was a little confused, and just as he was about to turn his head, he felt something sharp rubbing against his waist.
Cang Ming lowered his head and looked at the mace rubbing against his waist, a puzzled look on his face.
The next moment, the stick was lifted up and stuck under his armpit, and there was another round of crazy friction.
His clothes were worn out until sparks appeared and the threads of his clothes were rubbed into wisps.
He looked at the female ghost behind him, puzzled: "What is this for?"
Qing Wu sniffed, "You're not ticklish."
Cang Ming suddenly smiled: "Am I ticklish?"
The other one he seemed to be afraid of.
Qing Wu's face darkened, "Kneel down, I'm going to get serious!"
Cang Ming uttered an "oh" and turned around to sit and kneel. There was a gust of wind behind his head. Just as the golden stick was about to hit him, he felt something and said, "Wait a minute..."
A muffled sound.
Accompanied by the man's muffled groan.
Qing Wu sneered, "What the hell are you waiting for! Don't you want to be beaten? Do you feel good?!"
The man's body was slightly bent forward, one hand supporting the ground and the other hand covering his head. But he was too stubborn to be killed by a single blow of the stick.
Gradually, Qing Wu felt something was wrong.
Her smile froze.
The man slowly tilted his head and glanced at her, his eyes like an eagle or a wolf.
Clang.
The mace fell out of his hand.
The man stared at her expressionlessly, gritting his teeth and saying, "Yun, Qing, Wu."
Qing Wu: “…”
"Depend on!!!"
Qing Wu took a big step back, pointed at the man, and said angrily: "You bastard Cang Ming, he is cheating! Xiao Chenyan, why are you here now!"
The moment Xiao Chenyan woke up, he was hit on the head by his beloved wife, and his head is still buzzing.
There is nothing but anger in my heart!
"It's over, it's over. Did you get knocked stupid by this blow?" Qing Wu quickly stepped forward and rubbed the back of his head.
"Oops, you're out of your mind."
Xiao Chenyan stared at her without blinking, his tone so gloomy that it could make snow fall in June: "If you hit him, it's like tickling him with a stick, but if you hit me, it's like a blow to the head. You, you're fine..."
Qing Wu's eyes widened in anger, and she immediately argued: "That bastard Cang Ming must have deliberately swapped with you at this time. He is trying to alienate the relationship between us!"
Xiao Chenyan pursed his lips and said nothing.
In fact, Cang Ming just wanted to remind Qing Wu that he was about to oversleep and Xiao Chenyan was about to wake up.
But the female ghost was so excited that she couldn’t stop beating him!
As a result, she accidentally injured her husband.
Qing Wu rubbed the back of Xiao Chenyan's head and kissed him to comfort him, "Oh, I was wrong, I was wrong. Fortunately, you have a strong life, otherwise I would be a widow."
As they kissed, her waist was locked, and the man's domineering aura deepened the kiss, plundered deeply, and hooked her lips and tongue.
As they were kissing, his body became increasingly unstable. He tilted to the side, slipped, and with a thud, he slid to the ground beside him.
Both the man and the ghost were stunned.
The young couple looked at the golden washboard in the shape of a diagonal square.
Qing Wu: “Pfft——” She couldn’t hold back and laughed out loud.
Xiao Chenyan's face was uncertain, his knees ached slightly, his thighs and calves were sore and numb, as if ants were biting him. For a moment, he couldn't muster any strength, and gnashed his teeth:
"...Cang Ming is sick."
Qing Wu: "Hahaha! Aren't you sick? Hahaha... A serious illness hahaha——"
She was literally dying of laughter.
"Are you still gloating over someone else's misfortune?" Xiao Chenyan was also so angry that he laughed. He caught her and was ready to give her a good beating, but in the end...
He put almost all his physical strength on her.
Qing Wu was surprised and tried to hold back her laughter: "What are you doing? Don't pretend to be dead. That stick can't kill you. I didn't use any ghost power at all. Don't pretend to be fragile."
The man's breathing was a little heavy, his handsome face flushed, he closed his eyes tightly, gritted his teeth and said: "My legs... are numb..."
Qing Wu: “Puff——”
Sorry, she doesn't usually smile.
But...it's really funny now!
Qing Wu laughed like a little hen, cackled so hard that she almost hiccupped. If Xiao Chenyan's eyes hadn't been so fierce, she would have laughed a little longer.
In the end, His Majesty the Emperor tried hard to save his dignity and refused his little ghost girl's kindness to be held in his arms. He forced her to help him lie on the bed to rest.
Qing Wu helped her delicate and beautiful husband onto the bed, then sat beside him and quickly rubbed her face which was almost stiff from smiling.
As soon as she saw the man's face, she immediately pinched her legs and thought about all the sad things in her two lives before she managed to hold back from laughing out loud again.
Xiao Chenyan rubbed the aching back of his head. Seeing her mean little look, he felt angry and amused. He couldn't help but twist her face: "Are you so happy to see me get humiliated? You are so mean."
"How can I be happy? I am so sad."
"I think your face hurts from smiling."
Qing Wu's shoulders twitched again. Seeing that the man's face turned unfriendly, she coughed lightly, turned around like a devil, pounced on him, pushed him onto the bed, and bit his lips hard first.
"What's wrong with me? Is it this bad?" She bit his lip.
She lowered her head and gently rubbed his Adam's apple. After she felt the man's breathing become heavier and his Adam's apple move slightly, she stood up and raised her eyebrows arrogantly: "Are you still so bad?"
"You want me to do the same to anyone else?"
"Don't even think about it." Xiao Chenyan turned over and pressed her down.
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