He was talking about what he did on the first day of the ink-burning rebirth, full of resentment.
Thinking about it at this time, although Rong Jiu was sorry for himself in his previous life and teamed up with Chang Gongzi to save his life, it was a matter of his previous life after all. In this life, Rong Jiu has not yet done this step with Chang Gongzi, and Mo Ran took his silver taels at that time, which is indeed unclear.
"It's my fault." In this case, Mo Ran didn't want to fight with him, only said, "I took you at that time, and I will bring you back in the future."
"Why did you pay me back?" Rong Jiu asked, "Besides, what's the use of those gold and silver jewelry I want right now?"
Ink burning: "..."
"Those pearl bracelets, can you give me back, what about my life?"
"What?" The ink burned for a while, "Your life?"
"Yes, my life." Rong Jiu seemed to have touched the pain somewhere in his heart, and his expression gradually sank.
"You know how I died?"
"… "
He has been suppressed for a long time. At this time, he suddenly opened the cover, and the steam from the bottom came out frantically. He couldn't hold it any longer. Before the ink burned, he continued to be pitiful and his expression suddenly changed. Get angry, and then gradually become distorted.
"That vicious man surnamed Chang, when he saw that you didn't like me anymore, he felt that I was worthless, so he lied to me and said - he treated me sincerely, but unfortunately his family thought that I was in the restaurant and was not clean. , it’s better to have less contact in the future. I was blind at the time, and I thought he was very affectionate, and this decision was only forced by his parents, and he was forced to helpless... Bah! I believed his nonsense! "
The ink burned: "Then you should also blame the surname Chang, blame me for what I do."
Rong Jiu was very angry: "Why don't you blame you? The money I saved was enough to redeem myself. But I taught you to take it away. I was disheartened and didn't want to continue in the restaurant. Stay, but without money, you can't go openly, so you have to sneak out. If you didn't take me, why would I be so embarrassed!"
"...you escaped?"
"Yes, I ran away, I fled to his house." Rong Jiu hated, "But the man surnamed Chang refused to open the door for me, and the people in the restaurant chased after me. In the end, I struggled to no avail, so I was taken away by them. Go back, be beaten and tortured, and be locked up again."
The ink burned and said: "But the surnamed Chang said that when you went to visit relatives in Caidie Town, you encountered a leak in the ghost world, and you died."
"Ha!" Rong Jiu's face that was inseparable from yin and yang wrinkled a trace of sarcasm, "He really has the guts to say it. Relatives? I'm in Caidie Town, how can I have any relatives!"
"… "
"Didn't you tell me, this is living under the tip of a knife? I'll tell you what it means to live under the tip of a knife!" Rong Jiu became more and more excited, his facial features were almost distorted, and he really looked like a ghost at the moment "I'm here to tell you how I died! You benefactors! Haha- benefactors!"
"I stayed in the restaurant for so long, locked up, without food, suffering. No one came to my life. After many days, I was almost desperate. The surname Chang came back suddenly, crying. Tell me that the reason why he didn't open the door for me that day was because his parents were losing their temper, and they were afraid that if I entered, they would be beaten to death by his servants!"
Such an obvious lie, Mo Ran listened and shook his head: "You will never believe it."
"No." Rong Jiu's eyes trembled with brilliance, "I believe it."
Ink burning: "..."
"I believe it." Rong Jiu's resentment was soaring to the sky, with a smile, the corner of his mouth twisted, "Why don't I believe it? Believe it or not, only those who have a way out can talk about it. What am I? I believe what comes out, otherwise there will be no chance of life."
He slowed down and continued.
"The surnamed Chang told me that he would honor his promise and take me into his house. But he said that his parents couldn't accept me right now, so he asked me to go to a nearby town with him to live temporarily."
"Colorful Butterfly Town?"
"Yes. Caidie Town."
The ink burned faintly guessed what happened, and the expression sank.
Sure enough, Rong Jiudao said: "I packed my things happily, oh yes, there is actually nothing to pack. All the money I have earned from selling blood and meat all these years has been stolen by you for a moment. But it doesn't matter, I At that time, I thought, I have Mr. Chang."
"...Huh." He was silent for a while, smiled convulsively, and chewed these three words between his lips and teeth, "Young Master Chang."
"Did he lie to you to go to Caidie Town and kill you there?"
"...No." Rong Jiujie smiled, his eyes resentful, "It wasn't he who killed me, it was you who blocked my way one by one, and I got on the pirate ship with him. It was you, it was you who killed me. got me."
Rong Jiu took a breath and continued: "After arriving at Caidie Town, I followed Chang and entered a big mansion, but it was cold and cold, and there were no servants. He told me that he had to make an urgent purchase. Let me rest in the mansion first, and he goes out to buy something. I just stay there and wait, and after a while, I see him come into the courtyard with a man—"
When the ink burned, he suddenly changed his color: "Can you see the appearance of the man?"
"No." Rong Jiu said, "The man was wearing a mask and a cloak, and I couldn't see anything.... Then I saw Chang kneeling down in front of the man, with a face that smiled more than when I picked up the guest. Still flattering. He really should have seen how he looked at that time, it was disgusting. He told the man that there was some remnant of wood spirit essence in me, and that I had sex with you before - it was a good sacrifice. Who knows, I don’t cultivate immortals, and I don’t want to cultivate immortals, I don’t understand what they are saying.”
The ink burned but felt that the scalp was numb.
Of course, he knew that he had been intimate with Rong Jiu, and there would be some wood spirit essence in Rong Jiu. That fake Gouchen has been looking for a suitable replacement. Although the spiritual energy lingering in Rong Jiu's body is very small, it is pure and pure after all, and it is indeed suitable for casting spells.
"There's nothing to say about what happened next." Rong Jiu's frivolous face rarely showed a bit of coldness, "As Young Master Mo saw, I'm dead."
If the ink burns in the previous life, or the ink burns just reborn, it must be sneered and laughed: "You will die if you die, what does it have to do with me?"
But at this moment, the ink burns a little bit and can't laugh.
He hated Rong Jiu, and Rong Jiu was indeed unscrupulous, and even wanted to kill him in his previous life. However, although he had physical love with Rong Jiu before, he had never spoken frankly. Suddenly I heard Rong Jiu's confession in this underworld, but the ink burned but had mixed feelings.
After thinking about it, I feel that there are thousands of threads that can't be counted, so let's just forget about it.
He sighed and said, "Rong Jiu, I'm sorry about this."
Rong Jiu has lived his whole life, and no one has ever said sorry to him, he was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't recognize the ink burn at all, stared at him back and forth with wide eyes, and then said: "Even if you say so, I It won't tell you where the person in the portrait is."
The ink burned: "It has nothing to do with the portrait."
Rong Jiu lowered his head, paused for a while, and suddenly said, "Young Master Mo, do you know that Young Master Chang and I were planning to kill you and deprive you of your cultivation?"
"I know."
"You… you know?"
Mo Ran nodded: "I know."
Rong Jiu went out for a while, and said bitterly: "It must be that Chang who leaked the news!"
He raised his head again, with resentment flashing in his eyes: "If I knew this was the case in the end, I might as well listen to him and kill you. There are still some good days to live, and it won't be so miserable to die."
Mo Ran looked at him: "What do others tell you to do, what do you do?"
"How about that?" Rong Jiu said, "I just want to live a good life. For example, is it wrong for me to sell my body? It's just like other people selling fish and meat, just to beg for food. I know you guys look down on me. It doesn't matter if you look down on me. What's the use of self-esteem and face? It's not as good as a sip of good wine and a piece of roasted meat. So if I killed you in the first place, I could survive, why didn't I do anything to you? "
Mo Ran's lips moved slightly, and he wanted to refute, but he suddenly remembered what he did in his previous life, and he couldn't say anything to deny it.
Rong Jiu said angrily, "Why can't people kill birds and eat meat in order to stay alive?"
Mo Ran sighed and murmured: "Is it interesting to live like this?"
It's like asking Rong Jiu.
It's like asking the self on the high seat in the previous life through the red dust.
"I don't know. I don't know what is interesting." Rong Jiu said indifferently, "I have been sold to a restaurant to pick up customers since I was sixteen. The first customer was an old Taoist priest in his fifties. You ask me what is interesting. I don't know. When I was alive, I wanted to be rich, and if I had money, I could redeem myself, so I didn't have to wait for others with a smile on my face. But I didn't have freedom until I died, and it was all your beasts."
The ink burned and didn't speak. After a long time, he asked him: "Give you one more chance, you choose to accompany the surnamed Chang and kill me?"
"good."
The ink burned: "Okay, give me another chance, and I will still turn back and take all your money, so that you have no good fruit to eat."
"you!"
Rong Jiu was furious, the thin red dyed by the rouge flowers on his face seemed to be more vivid, his body swayed for a while, and then slowly stabilized.
After a while, he realized that he had lost his temper. He raised his hand and twisted the hair on his forehead. He held it back, and put on his usual soft smile again, but there was still anger in his eyes.
"Whatever you say. I, Rong Jiu, have my way of living."
"I hope you can live freely in the ghost world."
Rong Jiu narrowed his eyes: "That must be very comfortable. As long as you lie down on the bed, you can get rid of reincarnation forever and no longer suffer. I can see it better than the fools in the room, and I am very willing."
The ink burned and smiled and said: "But Rong Jiu, these people are under the hands of the four ghost kings. You are dead or alive, whether you are going or staying, in fact, you have to rely on the above sentence."
Rong Jiu was shocked, and became vigilant at random, and a pair of beautiful eyes stared at him.
"What do you mean."
If this is not the case, Mo Ran really doesn't want to tear with him like this, but Rong Jiu's temper is weak, but he hates it, but he can't get in the oil and salt, so he has to sigh and say to him: "Do you think that on the portrait? People are just like this, but I think he is very good. Everyone has different eyes, and no one can say whether the ghost king will like him."
"With such a cold appearance, who can look down on him?"
"That's not necessarily." Mo Ran said, "If the ghost king likes soft people, why didn't he pick you at that time?"
"..." Rong Jiu was silent, but his expression was a little ugly.
The ink burned while the iron was hot: "He has a strong temperament. If he is chosen, I am afraid that this ghost world will be turned upside down. When the time comes, the four ghost kings will not escape the blame and kill a few ghost soldiers. It’s not a matter of running away. If you want to be a silo, you have to set it up firmly. If you have only been around for a few days and the tree falls, it’s a trivial matter to have no support. It's the end of the soul."
Rong Jiu's originally pale complexion seemed to be getting paler.
But he was still all coquettish but said viciously: "I don't believe in this evil."
Ink burning: "..."
"Mr. Mo, I bet, I just can't get used to you having a better life than me."
After a few moments of silence, the ink burned suddenly, and he stared at Rong Jiu's face: "I won't bet with you. Rong Jiu, I must save this person, you have to play like this, I will play with you."
Rong Jiu raised his head, his eyes were burning, and suddenly he put his hands on his chest like a scorpion: "Who is he for you? How long have you been with you? Have you been with me for a long time? He is on the bed, how about me? More, or is it better to call it?" He paused, his eyelashes fell leisurely, "Young Master Mo, you are not the kind of infatuated master who will die for others, you are unsympathetic in your heart, you can't hide it from me."
The words did not fall, and the cheeks were pinched by the ink.
The ink burned him away, the dark eyebrows were raised, and the fireworks were dancing in the eyes: "There used to be no heart, but now there is."
Rong Jiu raised his eyes abruptly, met his face, and suddenly found that this person was fiery, even a little unfamiliar.
The person seems to be the same Mo Weiyu who laughed and cursed, but the soul seems to be different.
He seemed to be scalded by such ink, trembled involuntarily, and wanted to turn around and run away, but was strangled by the other party.
"And." Mo Ran said, "I am with him... From now on, I will be innocent, I respect him and love him, and have no delusions. Don't humiliate him."
He said, and then pushed Rong Jiuyi, Rong Jiu hit the pillar, and looked at the person in front of him in disbelief. He didn't even ponder what an odd expression "from now on, innocent" is. If he was sane, he would definitely be able to figure out the subtleties.
Innocent from now on, that is to say, it used to be unclear and full of emotions.
But Rong Jiu didn't think about it.
"He's not yours...not yours..."
The ink burned: "No, he is my master."
Rong Jiu didn't say a word, but someone like him could always smell some very subtle friendships from the lines. That kind of friendship might not even be noticed by him, but Rong Jiu could smell it.
He can almost be sure that the ink burning is the person on the love portrait. This idea makes him who can't get any love at all, and he can't help but give birth to a bitter jealousy.
The most romantic Young Master Mo will also go to the sword and go down the fire for a person, and risk his life to save him.
He suddenly thought, if he was more sincere to Young Master Mo, and he was sincere, would the ink burn... also show some pure true feelings for himself
However, before he had time to think about it, he heard Mo Ranfu speak again, his voice was ruthless and cold, not like a joke: "Rong Jiu, I asked him where he is for the last time, if you still don't know. I am a Taoist. It's still clear how to use medicine or cast spells to confuse a person's mind. Believe it or not, I'll go out and see the ghost king myself."
This time Rong Jiu was completely stunned: "You..."
"I've been doing bad things all my life, and now I want to have a good time. But if no one can help me, I'll still be that Mo Weiyu." He said softly, "Rong Jiu, think clearly, I'm not afraid of death, nor am I afraid of death. The soul is scattered. If you want to be so amazing, I can do anything."
The two stopped talking.
Just looking at each other, resolute meets resentment. Perseverance meets unwillingness. Hot meets cold.
Then the ice in Rong Jiu's eyes melted, and he was almost defeated by the smoldering gaze of the ink. His jealousy is very deep, and the obsession of ink burning is not shallow. If the two are facing each other, he will not be the opponent of the emperor stepping on the fairy.
Rong Jiu's face was like dead ashes, even if the rouge flowers were delicate and beautiful, he couldn't cover his withered face, like a broken wall.
"Why do you want to do this for him?"
"He treats me the best, but I bully him as the person I hate the most. I owe him."
"… "
"I do, I haven't seen this person." After a long while, Rong Jiu said softly, but seeing the burning look, he slowly added, "I didn't lie to you. However, the newly caught ghosts are all locked in the east. In that hall. One person has a small room, no different from a cage, and it is locked. There are martial law guards patrolling back and forth. You should be able to find it over there."
Where can the ink burn any longer, he turned around and ran into the night. Rong Jiu stood in the same place and looked at it, I don't know what kind of bitter emotions came to my heart, he suddenly couldn't help shouting towards the back of Mo Ran: "Mo Weiyu, you-you want to come here? Who? We can come here! We are all people who have been soaked in the mud! No one can live again!"
"Mo Weiyu! Look, I, Rong Jiu, just want to live a good life, but it's better to die than to live. I sell my body, sell my flesh, sell my soul, and my whole body will rot. I also want to wear gold and silver! Look at me! Come on! Do you think you can wipe off the stench by wiping the corners of your mouth when you are so dirty to the core? You think beautifully! You are your kind, and I will be my prostitute, let's see who can live a good life! Mo Weiyu !"
He shouted, until the back of the burning ink could not be seen, he suddenly raised his hand, slammed his face, squatted down and choked.
"Why can you come back, why are you such a rotten person, and someone treats you well... Why... "
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