I made the cold sick cry for a hundred days

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Mo Yu doesn't care about the contract of prostitution, as long as the treatment is good, it doesn't matter if you sell yourself, and generally good people have to sell themselves to be regarded as one of their own.

If the treatment was not good in the past, there are many ways to leave, and we will talk about it later.

Mo Yu, without any psychological burden, agreed, and then, when he saw the capital, he missed his life.

Chapter 25

On the first day Mo Yu entered the Marquis' Mansion, he met the Marquis of Duxiang.

At that time, the Marquis of Duxiang was wandering in the lonely garden of the Hou Mansion with loose hair and casual white underwear.

Mo Yu looked at the figure from a distance, and mistakenly thought it was a fairy-like figure.

When he got close, he could see clearly the breathtakingly beautiful face, and Mo Yu's heart couldn't help but throbbing violently. Only this person was left in his eyes, and he couldn't see anything or hear anything anymore. It's quiet.

It's a pity that the beauty hated his straightforward eyes, and after hearing the servant's introduction that speaking Mo language was the mansion's servant who was considering whether to sign, she smiled evilly.

The crazy beauty with an abnormal smile first ordered Mo Yu to kneel down, and then pulled out a fresh branch with green leaves in the garden, and hit him without any explanation.

pain.

It really hurts.

Mo Yu is not the kind of person who would wrong himself, and immediately snatched the branch when it was about to hit him for the second time.

He hesitated for a while whether to call back, and observed the situation around him while hesitating, only to find that the person who led him around the mansion had quickly and completely disappeared into the garden like a ghost, leaving only him and this man in the garden. The disheveled Lord Hou...

Lord Hou was looking at him with a smile.

When I saw Hou Ye again this time, his smile was normal again, with those special eyebrows and eyes as beautiful as ink painting, which made Mo Yu forget what happened, and started to get dizzy again.

Then, Lord Hou pulled another branch, this time the branch still had thorns on it, the smiling Lord Hou slammed the branch more heavily onto Mo Yu's leg, knocking Mo Yu to his knees, and gently Yingying said, "Will you die here?"

How could it be good!

You are going to die.

Every pain would bring back Mo Yu's rationality, and when the branch was about to swing over for the third time, Mo Yu pulled the branch away again, and then hit the crazy town lord hard without hesitation.

Although it may offend the powerful and powerful, it is better to live in exile than to be beaten to death alive here.

When the first lash passed, the Duke of Duxiang might really have lost his mind, he didn't dodge or dodge, and took the lash abruptly.

After Mo Yu finished the beating, he looked at the immovable Du Xianghou and thought for a while, maybe Du Xianghou had some way to resist, but the moment he thought of this, Du Xianghou fell to the ground in embarrassment , hair spread out messily, blurring Du Xianghou's bewitching face.

Du Xianghou stretched out his slender, delicate fingers that were as white as jade, and brushed the messy hair away from his face, revealing a face that was extremely attractive every time he saw it.

This time, the messy hair softened the face, making her look like a beautiful woman.

Mo Yu's heart, which was already throbbing, was now even more tightly pulled by the person in front of him.

How can there be such a beautiful person in the world, so beautiful that people feel that even if he makes a big mistake, he can forgive everything just by looking at his face.

Uncontrollably, Mo Yu put down the whip made of twigs, and approached the just grown-up Marquis of Duxiang in a daze.

Mo Yu's heavy breathing first filled the entire chest, and then turned into a rapid and violent breath làng, exhaled from his mouth.

Disgust flashed quickly in Du Xianghou's eyes, and all the smiles faded away, turning into coldness like hell.

"Go to hell, you hypocrite." Du Xianghou said coldly, making people puzzled.

Mo Yu was stabbed heavily in the chest.

Mo Yu covered the bleeding wound, distorted his face, and screamed in pain.

Marquis Duxiang stood up and watched with satisfaction as Mo Yu fell to the ground and curled up into a ball.

Mo Yu's blood stains on the ground became bigger and bigger, as if his whole body was about to melt into blood.

Du Xianghou couldn't help but squat down slowly for such a rare and strange scenery, wanting to take a closer look.

It's just that he was stunned when he saw it, because for some reason, the ordinary face of the poor man on the ground changed into another look.

Although the changed appearance is much better, it is not a particularly outstanding appearance, but Du Xianghou is not taking his eyes off it.

Du Xianghou was stunned for a cup of tea, and then he was willing to blink, but no matter how many times he blinked, the changes of the people on the ground remained unchanged.

It's so strange.

It makes people want to wake him up from the dead to ask what happened.

It's a pity that he died.

Ugh.

and many more!

Why do the dead people still have the same ruddy complexion?Didn't he bleed for a long time?

Du Xianghou looked at Mo Yu's wound, and found that the wound there had healed, and the blood on the ground seemed to come from other people's blood, not from Mo Yu's body.

Just as he was completely stunned by the sight, Marquis Duxiang suddenly felt two extremely intense gazes that were extremely close. He took a breath, and looked at Mo Yu's head suddenly, and saw Mo Yu staring at him indifferently. .