A paper crane flew over their heads, and he also saw a crying skeleton with a big red flower on its head. The skeleton sat in the middle of the crowd and cried and told stories: "I can only hate Wang Yuanbiao.

He actually pushed the slave family into the river. The river water, which lasted for nine cold days, was really cold, and the slave family's heart was even colder..." As she spoke, she coughed a few times, staggered a few steps, and squirted some water from her mouth.

Come.

This is probably not a low-level Taoist skill, because Mei Ziqing was attracted to it, and both of them were filled with indignation after hearing the story told by the skeleton.

"Then why is Wang Yuanbiao so bad!"

"What a heartless man."

The two sighed while continuing to walk forward. It was already evening, and the sunset glow in the sky was so brilliant that it could burn, and complemented the phoenix flowers on the roadside. No wonder the clouds in Chicheng are one of the four beauties of Taoism, and they are indeed well-deserved.

The whole journey was dazzling, and Yan Fanglin was surprised by everything he saw. Mei Ziqing urged: "We can't stay out for too long. We need to get down to business quickly. Let's buy oil first."

"Okay, let's go."

The two of them stopped, you looked at me and I looked at you.

“Where to buy?”

"You don't know where to buy it?"

"I thought you knew."

"I want to know why I brought you out."

Yan Fanglin thought about it carefully and suddenly remembered that there were two boxes of chrysanthemum ointment in the box in the library.

"If you want it, I have two boxes," he said.

Mei Ziqing's expression became strange: "Why do you have this?"

"Do I need to ask about personal matters?"

Mei Ziqing snorted coldly: "I knew it."

"Okay, okay, please help me find out if there is a bookstore, preferably one that sells story books."

It was hard to find an oil seller, but I quickly found a store that sold storybooks.

"Do you have "The Tempting Monk"?" he asked the store directly.

The shopkeeper glanced at him, seemingly wary.

Yan Fanglin ignored Mei Ziqing's "You have a very strong taste" look in her eyes and smiled tacitly at the store owner.

When he was in junior high school, his best friend took him to a video store to buy CDs. It was exactly the same situation.

"We are all adults." Yan Fanglin added.

When the store owner heard this, he walked inside. Yan Fanglin turned around and said to Mei Ziqing, "Wait here."

Mei Ziqing knew that his name was not serious when he heard that. He was surprised and his heart was beating fast.

He has never seen anything like this.

He couldn't help but follow him.

The store owner walked to the end, took out a book from the bottom box, put it down on the table, and covered the cover with his hand: "Three spiritual stones, no bargaining."

Yan Fanglin picked up the book and flipped through it. Mei Ziqing blushed immediately when she saw the cover.

ah.

The monk on the cover has such a majestic back.

The man he is holding is so beautiful. They, they...

He bit his lip, and when he noticed that Yan Fanglin turned to look over, he immediately turned his head away.

Yan Fanglin turned around and said to the shopkeeper: "This is the first volume. I already have it. Do you have the second volume?"

"No, this book is too unpopular," the store said.

Why is such a good-looking pornographic manga so unpopular?

So what is popular?

Before he could ask, the store owner enthusiastically introduced: "How about you, fellow Taoist, look at something else? The best-selling one now is the Yan Xiaolin series."

…

Banquet Xiaolin?

He didn't believe there was such a coincidence in the world.

Fuck, he must have been the one who wrote it.

Mei Ziqing was also stunned for a moment and asked: "Fan Xiaolin?"

The shopkeeper carefully collected "The Seducing Monk" and said with a smile: "That's right, I'm not afraid to tell you secretly, this Xiao Lin is the prototype of the one who ranks first on the list of beauties in the world of cultivation. Whether it is a storybook or a spring painting, he

This series has always been the best seller."

Yan Fanglin held Mei Ziqing down and said, "Take it and take a look."

The shopkeeper squatted down and flipped through the pages for a long time, then took out a bunch of books and handed them over one by one: "Yan Xiaolin's Evening Talk", "Yan Xiaolin and the Taoist Chaoshan Must-Tell Stories", "Xiao Lin's Secret Play at Spring Night"

", "A Night of Ecstasy with Xiao Lin", and the most classic one is this set, "Feasting Xiao Lin and Fighting Eighteen Heroes"."

The boss patted his hand lightly on the pile of books: "Especially this set of "Yan Xiaolin vs. Eighteen Heroes", which is available for both people and multiple people. There are 36 pictures in the set. Each picture is accompanied by an erotic poem. It can be said to be appreciated by both refined and popular people.

This is the third batch of goods I have purchased, and they will be sold out soon. Only this last copy is left."

Yan Fanglin: “I want them all.”

Mei Ziqing's face turned red behind him.

He originally thought that Yan Fanglin would be furious and embarrassed when he heard this, but Yan Fanglin...

He was actually as excited as an outsider?

There was no way, even though it had been a while, Yan Fanglin still didn't have a good sense of his current identity. He actually had "his" spring paintings, how could he not be curious.

He turned to look at Mei Ziqing: "Pay the money. Let's watch it separately."

"Who wants to see this kind of thing?" Mei Ziqing's handsome face turned red, but she still obediently took out a bag of spiritual stones from his Qiankun bag.

There's nothing I can do about it. A young boy can't resist this kind of pornographic book. He's already shamefully excited, ugh.

Yan Fanglin was very curious about Mei Ziqing's Qiankun bag.

In fantasy novels about cultivating immortals, people often have a Qiankun bag. A small bag can hold everything, from a fan to a house. But after traveling into this world, he discovered that this treasure is precious.

Unfortunately, only a rich second generation like Mei Ziqing could afford to buy Qingzhufeng. Hong Ying also had one, but it was shared by Qingzhufeng.

Just as he was about to stuff all the books into the Qiankun bag, another guest came in from outside. Yan Fanglin only smelled a strong aroma, accompanied by the crisp sound of bells.

He looked back and saw four young monks, all of whom were serious in speech. One of them put a bag of spiritual stones on the table: "This shop is owned by our young master. Boss, please invite all these people out. Our young master

I want to come pick out books."

Mei Ziqing said "ha": "We haven't finished picking yet."

The other party didn't say anything, he just threw down his money bag again at the boss.

The rich man is here.

The boss smiled happily and was about to collect the money bag when he saw Mei Ziqing also taking out a bag of spiritual stones from his Qiankun bag.

The two wealthy families are at loggerheads.

Yes, Mei Ziqing, the rich man in charge of the harem group, their Mei family has nothing but a lot of money.

"Why don't we wait until these two fellow Taoists finish choosing..."

A clear male voice said with some disdain and arrogance: "Why should I choose others to choose the rest?"

Jin Xuelang waved his fan and led the servant holding an umbrella in.

The peerless king is here.

When Mei Ziqing saw that it was him, she refused to give in. He had already disliked this pretty boy. He was so eccentric that he was neither male nor female. He was a grown man, and he wanted someone to hold an umbrella for him when he went out. He frowned and was about to open his car.

He resisted, but Yan Fanglin held his arm down.

"Boss, give us the books we just talked about, and we're leaving now."

The boss didn't want to offend any rich man, so he quickly handed over several picture books such as "Yan Xiaolin vs. Eighteen Heroes". Yan Fanglin reached out to pick it up, and a golden fan lightly tapped his wrist. Jin Xuelang raised an eyebrow.

One pick: "I thought she was a big girl, a man, wearing a hat when going out. Why, is he too ugly and afraid to meet people?"

After speaking, he glanced at the book and tapped it. Jin Xuelang's eyes lit up: "This is not..."

He grabbed the book and said, "Yan Xiaolin vs. Eighteen Heroes"!

Jin Xuelang's hand touched Yan Xiaolin's butt in the album, his eyes burning.

Mei Ziqing: "..."
Chapter completed!