It's beautiful, it's so beautiful!
You taste so much, so you can turn it over with a lot of water, and change your posture to make you more beautiful!
Little daughter, yeah, scream more happily
The two of them tossed and turned on the bed for a long time, and the old monk finally climbed to the peak of happiness. Ouch, he shouted and blew, and lay on his daughter like a dead pig, motionless.
The little girl pushed the old monk before she could finish her life. However, the old monk was old and had a lot of energy to use his energy after all. He could not push even if he was on her. The little girl was afraid and asked: Dead?
The old monk touched her hand: I was almost so beautiful!
I looked up and saw the red plums falling on the bed sheets, and sighed: I didn’t lie to me, I’m such a virgin!
But the daughter didn't listen to him and grabbed his thing and urged him: Hurry up, you still need it!
The old monk took her hand away and explained patiently: You can't ask for it anymore. You have to wait for a while before you can take it anymore. Otherwise, we both died of beauty at once and we can't enjoy it in the future.
How long will it take to wait?
Three days, how about three days?
No, it's too long
Then... Then, then tomorrow, we will save time for a long time. Let me tell you Ah, good things cannot be used up all at once, there must be time to restore it. You see, it is so tired that it is still motionless.
Of course, my daughter felt that the old monk was lying down weakly and was about to ask him what was going on?
Just now, it was as hard as steel and iron, but now it is as weak as a lazy person?
After hearing the old monk's words, I realized that his thing is like a human being. When I am tired of using it, I have to rest for a while before I can use it again. This is not too much entanglement.
The old monk was soft here, but the young monks outside the window were already so hard that they took out their own things to play. When they were having fun, they hugged each other and slammed each other and accidentally made a sound. The old monk was shocked and shouted loudly: Who is outside the window?
After calling out, the old monk put on his clothes and got out of the bed and left the house. It was time to see what happened. The young monks had already dispersed when they heard the sound of the door. Only one young monk fell behind and was caught by the old monk.
The old monk asked sternly: What are you doing?
The little monk replied: I didn't do anything
What are you doing under my window?
Just... Just listen
Listen? What to listen?
The little monk had a sudden inspiration and said: Listen to the master and the female donor having dinner!
The old host breathed a sigh of relief, relaxed the tense muscles on his face, and asked kindly: Then what have you heard?
The little monk replied that he just heard that the master had prepared four dishes and one soup for the female donor. The food was so satisfying, and the female donor was very satisfied!
The old host is puzzled: Four dishes and one soup?
Yes! First I heard the female donor say that the chicken is so big and fat, and then I called "duck, duck!", and then I heard the master say that the little hoof is really good. The dish must be braised hoofs. The master advised the female donor to the dish, and then I heard the master say "turn over, turn over", that must have eaten fish, eat this and that noodles after eating
What about the soup?
The little monk replied: I heard the sound of drinking soup. I sucked it, and I could hear it was the master's voice. Master, you can really drink soup!
The little monk winked, but Master, you have broken the precepts. Monks should avoid fishy meat. Why do you eat chicken, duck, fish and meat and drink meat?
The old monk was dressed and solemnly replied: The wine and meat passed through the intestines, and the Buddha stayed in his heart, Amitabha!
When Mr. Mo Wu said this, he clasped his hands together and recited it. Amitabha Buddha stood up and patted the soil on his butt, and left it with his hands behind his back, leaving behind a bunch of people who were still immersed in the plot.
At this moment, I heard a shout from the crowd: Hangua, what are you doing?
You taste so much, so you can turn it over with a lot of water, and change your posture to make you more beautiful!
Little daughter, yeah, scream more happily
The two of them tossed and turned on the bed for a long time, and the old monk finally climbed to the peak of happiness. Ouch, he shouted and blew, and lay on his daughter like a dead pig, motionless.
The little girl pushed the old monk before she could finish her life. However, the old monk was old and had a lot of energy to use his energy after all. He could not push even if he was on her. The little girl was afraid and asked: Dead?
The old monk touched her hand: I was almost so beautiful!
I looked up and saw the red plums falling on the bed sheets, and sighed: I didn’t lie to me, I’m such a virgin!
But the daughter didn't listen to him and grabbed his thing and urged him: Hurry up, you still need it!
The old monk took her hand away and explained patiently: You can't ask for it anymore. You have to wait for a while before you can take it anymore. Otherwise, we both died of beauty at once and we can't enjoy it in the future.
How long will it take to wait?
Three days, how about three days?
No, it's too long
Then... Then, then tomorrow, we will save time for a long time. Let me tell you Ah, good things cannot be used up all at once, there must be time to restore it. You see, it is so tired that it is still motionless.
Of course, my daughter felt that the old monk was lying down weakly and was about to ask him what was going on?
Just now, it was as hard as steel and iron, but now it is as weak as a lazy person?
After hearing the old monk's words, I realized that his thing is like a human being. When I am tired of using it, I have to rest for a while before I can use it again. This is not too much entanglement.
The old monk was soft here, but the young monks outside the window were already so hard that they took out their own things to play. When they were having fun, they hugged each other and slammed each other and accidentally made a sound. The old monk was shocked and shouted loudly: Who is outside the window?
After calling out, the old monk put on his clothes and got out of the bed and left the house. It was time to see what happened. The young monks had already dispersed when they heard the sound of the door. Only one young monk fell behind and was caught by the old monk.
The old monk asked sternly: What are you doing?
The little monk replied: I didn't do anything
What are you doing under my window?
Just... Just listen
Listen? What to listen?
The little monk had a sudden inspiration and said: Listen to the master and the female donor having dinner!
The old host breathed a sigh of relief, relaxed the tense muscles on his face, and asked kindly: Then what have you heard?
The little monk replied that he just heard that the master had prepared four dishes and one soup for the female donor. The food was so satisfying, and the female donor was very satisfied!
The old host is puzzled: Four dishes and one soup?
Yes! First I heard the female donor say that the chicken is so big and fat, and then I called "duck, duck!", and then I heard the master say that the little hoof is really good. The dish must be braised hoofs. The master advised the female donor to the dish, and then I heard the master say "turn over, turn over", that must have eaten fish, eat this and that noodles after eating
What about the soup?
The little monk replied: I heard the sound of drinking soup. I sucked it, and I could hear it was the master's voice. Master, you can really drink soup!
The little monk winked, but Master, you have broken the precepts. Monks should avoid fishy meat. Why do you eat chicken, duck, fish and meat and drink meat?
The old monk was dressed and solemnly replied: The wine and meat passed through the intestines, and the Buddha stayed in his heart, Amitabha!
When Mr. Mo Wu said this, he clasped his hands together and recited it. Amitabha Buddha stood up and patted the soil on his butt, and left it with his hands behind his back, leaving behind a bunch of people who were still immersed in the plot.
At this moment, I heard a shout from the crowd: Hangua, what are you doing?
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