"My heart was like dead water and my thoughts were ashes, but I didn't expect the spring light to shine through the cold nights. Could it be that God's will favors the valley grass, and I'm afraid that the world will be cold and windy."
In the ear, there was a Yue girl's clear and crisp voice, and the words were like pearls.
"What's the noise! Where's the wailing ghost! Come on, beat this cheap maid down the mountain with a stick!"
After the anger, the ink burned and realized that it was wrong.
...Isn't he already dead
Hate and chill, pain and loneliness hurt his chest, and the ink burned and opened his eyes suddenly.
Before his death, all kinds of things were like the wind blowing snow, and he found that he was lying on the bed, not the bed of death and life. This bed was carved with dragons and phoenixes. The wood exuded a heavy smell of fat powder. Embroidered with mandarin ducks playing in the water, it is the pillow that Goulan women will sleep on.
"… "
The ink burned for a moment of stiffness.
He knows where this is.
This is a tile near the summit of life and death.
The so-called tile is the brothel, which means "the tile will be together when it comes, and it will disintegrate when it goes away", which means that guests and fans can get together and disperse.
When Mo Ran was young, he was very promiscuous for a while, and he slept in this brothel for more than ten days in half a month. However, this brothel was sold out as early as when I was in my twenties, and it was later changed to a liquor store. After he died, he appeared in a brothel that had long since existed. What happened
Could it be that he did too much evil and harmed countless boys and girls in his lifetime, so he was punished by the King of Hell to be reincarnated to pick up guests at the kiln
The ink burned while thinking wildly, and turned over unconsciously.
Impressively, he met a sleeping face.
"… "
what's the situation! ! ! Why is there a person lying beside him?
Still a naked man!
This man's face is immature and his facial features are exquisite. He looks like Yuxue and is cute, and his sex is indistinguishable.
Mo Ran's face was expressionless, but his heart was choppy, staring at the little white face immersed in sleep for a long time, and suddenly remembered.
Isn't this the little shepherd that I loved when I was young, seems to be called Rong San
Or call Rong Jiu.
It doesn't matter whether it's three or nine, it doesn't matter, the important thing is that this little shepherd later suffered from flower willow disease and died for many years, and the bones should be gone. However, at this moment, he was alive, lying tenderly on the side of his bed, his shoulders and neck were exposed from the quilt, blue and purple, all traces of ambiguity.
The ink burned his face, lifted the quilt, and moved his eyes down again.
"… "
This Rong didn't know whether it was nine or three, let's just count him as Rong Jiu, the little beauty Rong Jiu was covered in welts, and a few red ropes were slenderly tied on her pink thigh like suet and white jade.
Mo Ran touched his chin and sighed secretly: It's so fun.
Look at this delicate rope art, this skilled technique, this familiar picture.
This motherfucker didn't make it by himself, did he? ? ! !
He is a man of immortality, and he has a taste for rebirth. At this moment, he couldn't help but begin to doubt that he seemed to have come back alive.
In order to further verify his own ideas, Mo Ran found a bronze mirror. The bronze mirror was badly worn, but in the dim halo, he could still see his own features vaguely.
At the age of thirty-two when the ink burned to death, it was already in his thirties, but at this moment the face of the buddy in the mirror seemed quite childish, and his handsome eyebrows showed a domineering and domineering unique to young people, it seemed, but Fifteen or sixteen years old.
There is no one else in this bedroom. So a generation of tyrants in the realm of self-cultivation, bullies in Shu, emperors in the human world, lords of death and life, and after being silent for a long time, they honestly expressed their inner feelings.
"Hold… "
This fuck woke up Rong Jiu, who was sleeping hazy.
The beauty sat up lazily, the thin brocade draped on her body slid down her shoulders, revealing a large dazzling white body, he had long soft hair, and raised a pair of sleepy peach eyes, the end of his eyes dizzy Dyeing red, he yawned.
"Well... Young Master Mo, you woke up so early today."
Mo Ran didn't say anything, and the time went back more than ten years. He really liked Rong Jiu, a charming and indistinguishable little beauty, but now, the thirty-two-year-old Ta Xianjun, how to see how to doubt his mind at that time If you are called Donkey, you will think this kind of man is good-looking.
"Did you not sleep well last night and had a nightmare?"
This seat is dead, you say it is not a nightmare.
Rong Jiu saw that he had not spoken, and he was in a bad mood, so he got up and got out of bed, went to the carved wooden window, and hugged the ink from behind.
"Young Master Mo, why don't you pay attention to me, why are you ignoring people?"
Mo Ran called him to hug him like this, his face was blue, and he could not wait to tear this little goblin off his back immediately, and slap seventeen or eight big ears on his face that could be broken, but he still held back. .
He was still a little dizzy and didn't understand the situation.
After all, if he was really reborn, then he was still in a relationship with Rong Jiudian yesterday, and when he woke up, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen. This kind of behavior is no different from suffering from a chronic mental illness.
The ink burned and sorted out the emotions, and asked inadvertently: "What month and day is today?"
Rong Jiu was stunned, then smiled and said, "The fourth day of the fifth lunar month."
"Bingshen year?"
"That was last year, this year is the year of Ding You, Mr. Mo is really a noble person who forgets things so much, he goes back and forth."
Ding Younian…
The ink burning eyes are surging, and the brain is spinning rapidly.
In Ding Younian, when he was fifteen years old, he had just been recognized as a long-lost nephew by the venerable master at the top of the dead. He jumped from a mangy lackey to a phoenix on the branch.
So, is he really reborn
Or, a void dream after death...
Rong Jiu smiled and said, "Young Master Mo, I think you're dizzy from hunger, and you can't even remember the day. You sit down for a while, and I'll go to the kitchen and bring you something to eat. Is the oil spinach ok?"
Mo Ran has just been reborn at this time, and he still doesn't know how to deal with all this, but it is always right to follow the previous path. So he recalled his romantic appearance back then, endured nausea, and pinched Rong Jiu's leg with a smile.
"Very good, add another bowl of porridge, come back and feed me."
Rong Jiu put on his clothes and went. After a while, he came back with a wooden tray with a bowl of pumpkin porridge, two oil spin cakes, and a side dish.
The ink burned just a little hungry, and was about to grab the cake to eat, but Rong Jiu suddenly pushed his hand away and said: "I'll feed the son to enjoy."
"… "
Rong Jiu picked up a piece of cake and sat on the ink-burning leg. He was wearing a thin robe, and he didn't wear anything underneath. The thighs with thin skin and tender flesh were separated, and they were close to the burning skin. And metaphor.
The ink burned and stared at Rong Jiu's face for a while.
Rong Jiu also said that he was lustful again, and said angrily: "Why are you always looking at me like this? The food is cold."
The ink burned for a moment of silence, thinking of the good things that Rong Jiu had done in his last life, and the corners of his mouth slowly rubbed a sweet, intimate smile.
Disgusting things, he has done a lot of stepping on Xianjun. As long as he wants, he can do it no matter how disgusting it is. At this moment, it is just a show, and it is difficult for him to be a child's trick.
The ink burned comfortably on the chair and smiled: "Sit up."
"I'm not... I'm not sitting right here."
"You know where I'm talking about sitting."
Rong Jiu's face flushed, and he spat: "In such a hurry, Young Master won't wait until he's finished eating... ah!"
Before he finished speaking, he was forcibly pulled up by the ink, moved forward, and pressed down again. Rong Jiu's hand shook, and the porridge bowl fell to the ground. While panting in shock, he did not forget to say in a low voice, "Mr. Mo, this bowl..."
"Never mind."
"Well, then you also have something to eat first... um... ah... "
"Aren't I eating right now?" Mo Ran held his waist, a pair of dark eyes flashed with light, and Rong Jiu's delicate face with his neck up was reflected in his pupils.
In my previous life, I was especially willing to kiss those bright red lips when I was lingering. After all, this young man is beautiful and easy-going, and he is especially good at saying things that make his heart move. It would be false to say that he had never been emotional at all.
However, knowing what Rong Jiu did with his mouth behind his back, Mo Ran felt that this mouth stinks and was no longer interested in kissing.
There are many differences between the thirty-two-year-old ink burning and the fifteen-year-old ink burning.
For example, at the age of fifteen, he knew tenderness when he was in love, but at the age of thirty-two, he was only violent.
Afterwards, he looked at Rong Jiu, who was on the verge of death by himself, and had already passed out. A pair of undercurrents raised his eyes, squinting slightly, with a sweet smile. He is very good-looking when he smiles, his pupils are very dark and deep, and when viewed from certain angles, it will be smudged with a layer of arrogant dark purple. At this moment, he held Rong Jiu's hair with a smile, lifted the unconscious person to the couch, picked up a piece of broken porcelain from the ground, and hung it on Rong Jiu's face.
He has always been vindictive, and he is the same now.
Thinking of how he took care of Rong Jiu's business in his previous life, and even wanted to redeem him, and how Rong Jiu co-authored with others to design himself, he couldn't help but smiled and bent his eyes, sticking the sharp ceramic shards. On Rong Jiu's cheeks.
This person is in the business of flesh and blood, and without this face, there is nothing.
This kitsch man will live on the streets like a dog, crawling on the ground, kicked by his boots, run over, scolded and cast aside, oh... just imagining it makes him happy both physically and mentally. Even the nausea that he had just fucked this person just disappeared.
The ink-burning smile is more and more cute.
As soon as the hand exerted force, a trace of red blood oozes out.
The drowsy person seemed to feel the pain, with a hoarse voice, he murmured softly, with tears still hanging from his eyelashes, looking pitiful.
The burning hand suddenly stopped.
He remembered an old friend.
"… "
Then, he suddenly realized what he was doing now. After being stunned for a few seconds, he finally slowly put his hand down.
Really bad habits. He had forgotten that he had been reborn.
Right now, nothing has happened yet, no big mistake has been made, and that person… is not dead. Why does he have to cruelly and rudely walk the old road again, he can obviously do it all over again.
He sat down, resting his foot on the edge of the bed, casually playing with the shards of porcelain in his hand. Suddenly I saw greasy pancakes on the table, so I took it over, peeled off the oiled paper, and bit into it, my mouth was full of crumbs, and my lips were shiny.
This cake is the characteristic of this tile, but it is actually not too delicious. Compared with the delicacies he has tasted later, it is like chewing wax, but after the tile is poured, the ink burns and never eats it again. Oil swirl cake. At this moment, the familiar taste of pancakes came back to the tip of the tongue through the rolling past.
Every time the ink burned, I felt that the unreal feeling of rebirth was a little less.
After eating the whole cake, he finally recovered from the initial confusion.
He was really reborn.
All the evil in his life, all the irreversible things, have not yet begun.
I didn't kill my uncle and aunt, I didn't slaughter all seventy-two cities, I didn't bully my teachers and destroy my ancestors, I didn't get married, I didn't…
Nobody is dead yet.
He smacked his mouth and licked his white teeth, and he could feel a tiny joy in his chest expanding rapidly, turning into a wave of frenzy and excitement. During his lifetime, he was all-powerful, and he dabbled in the three major forbidden arts in the human world. He is proficient in the other two forbidden techniques, and only the last technique is "rebirth".
Unexpectedly, things that could not be asked for in life will come true after death.
All kinds of unwillingness, depression, loneliness in front of him, all these five flavors, are still in the chest, the scene of death and life is full of fire, and the scene of the army pressing down is still in front of you.
At that time, he really didn't want to live anymore. Everyone said that he was the lord of the dead, and everyone betrayed his relatives. In the end, he himself felt like a walking dead. It was too boring and too lonely.
But I don't know what went wrong. A heinous person like him, after his death, was able to get a chance to start all over again.
Why did he destroy Rong Jiu's face in order to avenge such an old personal revenge
Rong Jiu is most greedy for money and loves money. Whoever prostitutes this meat for nothing, just walk in some money and punish him a little. Human life, he doesn't want to bear it for the time being.
"It's cheaper for you, Rong Jiu."
The ink burned and said with a smile, the fingertips exerted force, and the porcelain was thrown out of the window.
Then, he emptied all of Rong Jiu's delicate jewels and put them all into his pocket, so he could take his time and slowly pack himself up, and Shi Shiran left Wazi.
Uncle and aunt, cousin Xue Meng, Master, and...
Thinking of that person, Mo Ran's eyes softened instantly.
Brother, I am here to find you.
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