The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

Mo Ran was walking alone on the street, and there were still ghosts on the road, wandering and resentful.Some lonely moss grew on the bluestone steps under the feet, and the soles of the feet were wet and slippery...

After the heated argument, I calmed down, only to find that my fingers were all worn out. The door frame was rough, with many burrs, stuck in the flesh and blood, and it was a blur. Fortunately, the surrounding area was dark and no ghosts noticed it.

He drooped his eyelashes and looked at it silently for a while, probably because he felt so uncomfortable in his heart that such a hideous scar did not feel pain.

He glanced back at the closed courtyard door, knowing that the man behind the door would not say another word to him.

Such refusal was actually no stranger to him.Mo Ran is a person who is accustomed to maliciousness, which makes him know whether his pleading is useful or not from a glance or two or three words from others.

In fact, when the man changed his words and told him "I haven't seen it", Mo Ran already instinctively understood that this man would not tell him even a half-truth, it was just about Chu Wanning's earth soul, so he didn't Willingly, until pushed out the door, until the door is closed.

It's been a long time since he was rejected so rudely, but sometimes, the length of time can't decide anything, and the timing can't change the fundamentals, some things are engraved into the bones.

Xue Meng once scolded him, cheap.

It's funny to say, but Mo Ran felt that the two poisonous words of the proud son of heaven could not hurt his self-esteem.

That's right, he was originally a lowly breed in everyone's mouth, and even more vicious words than this can be heard like thunder, so there is nothing he is not used to.

He finally looked back at the tightly closed wooden door, and slowly walked away while watching the ghosts giggling.

Laughing, cursing, standing alone, like a shadow.

It is a rare and helpless scene, overlapping with the childhood memories in his mind that have been in disrepair for a long time. Mo Ran walked, probably because the situation was so similar that he could not help but slowly recalled himself and his mother. The days when we lived together...

During those days, they were not in Lefang, but living on the streets of Linyi, wandering around the Confucianism Gate.

During those days, at least he still had a mother.

His mother loved him dearly, and she didn't want such a young child to go out to beg for food, so she always put him in a deserted woodshed, and went to the streets to perform and sing.

She has a good background, with a bamboo pole, she can do pole dance, and she can always earn some copper coins every day, buy a cake, two bowls of porridge, and share the food between mother and child.Mothers always want their children to eat more, but Mo Ran always takes a few bites and says that the pancakes are too hard, the porridge has no taste, and that the stomach is already full, so he refuses to eat any more.

But she didn't know, in fact, every time she sighed and ate the half cake and half bowl of porridge that Mo Ran "left over", the immature child who curled up next to him and pretended to be sleeping would squint and look at her secretly, Seeing that she was full after eating, he was finally relieved, even if he was hungry, his heart was at peace.

She didn't know that, in fact, every day after she left and went to perform in Linyi East City, her children would crawl out of the firewood pile and secretly go to a place two streets away from her to beg for food.

Niangqin sang leisurely and gracefully at the street corner, propped up on a ten-foot-high pole, and her thin body fluttered on top of it.The bottom is covered with broken stones and porcelain, if it accidentally falls, all these pieces of porcelain will be pierced into her flesh and blood, but people who look at it find it exciting and fresh.With a humble life, she tried her best to win the smiles of those rich young and rich.

And two streets away, her children were begging along the street, grinning with everyone in front of every house, with dirty faces, saying the same auspicious words, wanting to beg for something to eat.But it doesn't happen, not often.

One day, a young lady from a rich family was pregnant, feeling bored and in a bad mood, so she wandered the street and saw Mo Ran's mother dancing on a pole.

She thought it was interesting, went to look at it for a while, and asked the attendant to go to the dancing woman and said: "You are laying gravel and broken porcelain on the ground. This is actually just pretending, not sincere. My wife As I said, if you are willing to replace all these broken rocks and porcelain with knives, stand them on the ground, and then you jump again, my wife will give you ten taels of gold."

Faced with such a harsh request, it almost cost the lives of the poor.

The mother's reaction was actually just to say: "But I don't have money, I can't afford a knife to shop."

The rich wife laughed loudly, and immediately ordered someone to go to the iron shop to buy a hundred sharp knives and put them on the ground.

"Jump."

The jeweled woman stroked her swollen belly and said enthusiastically.

Soon a group of monsters and monsters gathered around to watch the excitement, the brilliance of silk and emeralds shone under the sun, like vultures pouncing on a corpse, they smelled blood, so they stretched their necks one by one, their eyes gleaming.

"Jump, jump."

"I will reward you for dancing well."

"The one who gives the money, the one who gives the money."

In the boundary of the Confucianism School, the most indispensable thing is the rich, and the most lacking is the excitement and excitement of risking one's life like this.

Those silks and satins, gold and silver pearls surrounded the mother holding the bamboo pole.Surround this down-and-out, ragged woman.

That woman whose life was like nothing, smiled like this, and said all blessings to the carrion vultures, thanked them for their support, and then jumped up as lightly as a bird while supporting the pole.

On the tip of the knife, use your life to make a song and dance.

Use your life to please.

But although she was good at kung fu, when she landed, she felt a little panic because she looked down at the rows of sharpened knives.As a result, the bamboo pole was deflected by a few inches, and as everyone exclaimed, she fell down——

He avoided the dense area of ​​the blade, but still rubbed against the edge, cut his leg, and blood splattered in an instant, causing everyone to exclaim.

Regardless of the pain, the woman hurriedly stood up, with a smile on her face, and bowed her head in apology.

Those who watched the excitement laughed and said: "My lady's kung fu is not good enough, she still needs to work harder."

"That's right, if you come out to make a living, you have to have two brushes, and the three-legged cat's ability will be able to show its feet."

There were a few kind-hearted people with tears in their eyes, and they couldn't bear it: "Oh, don't talk about it, look at this poor girl, she is hurt so badly, go to the pharmacy to get some medicine, and apply it."

The woman muttered, "I don't have... I don't have money to buy medicine..."

Those people were taken aback, some sighed, some raised their hands to touch their jewels, but did not speak, and some wiped the corners of their eyes, as if feeling a lot.

"How pitiful."

"Yeah yeah."

"Seeing that your life is so difficult, let me give you some money." An old woman with a big belly said, she took out her bulging purse, took out a handful of gold leaves from it, squeezed it in her hand, and continued to put money into the purse. He dug out, took out three copper plates, weighed them in his hands, put back two, and solemnly placed one copper plate in the woman's hand.

The old lady shed two lines of tears when she gave her money, and she said compassionately: "Girl, you deserve this, just take it away."

The woman held a copper coin that she had bought with her life, and murmured blankly: "Thank you..."

Thank you...

And what about the rich lady who said she would give her ten gold?Already cursed and walked away.

The woman with bleeding legs and feet staggered over, trying to catch up with her and ask her for money, but was pushed down by her entourage, and the sound of cursing could be heard across the street——

"It's unlucky!"

"My wife wants to have a baby. Why did I see a bloody disaster? If the master hears this, don't you feel so sorry?"

"You still have the nerve to ask for money. What is that thing you danced? It's a good thing your blood didn't splash on your wife, otherwise——you can't eat it and walk around!"

"roll!"

The woman was pushed to the ground heavily, because that family is a big family in Linyi, and no one was willing to stand up for her for a while.She twitched on the ground in pain, wriggling like a humble ant.

Nobody wants to help her...

No one wants to help out anymore...

She danced with her life, and all she got in return was a cold, smelly copper coin.

The kind woman who gave her the coin said she deserved it.

She doesn't feel wronged for herself, but today she only earns one copper coin, what can she buy?I can only exchange for a pancake without stuffing, and I can't afford to drink many bowls of porridge. My leg is injured now, and I won't be able to dance tomorrow, so what should her child do... He is still so small and thin, and he wants hungry...

Thinking of this, she couldn't stand it any longer, curled up in the sand and began to cry and howl, her voice hoarse and derisive, the people around her sighed and were ready to leave.

At this time, a dirty and foul-smelling child rushed over from the crowd.

Mo Ran rushed over, crying like a trapped beast: "Aniang! Aniang!!"

He hugs her.

A lowly child hugs a lowly mother.

Like ants embracing grass mustards, dogs embracing duckweed.

When the woman saw him, panic and surprise flashed in her eyes. A woman is weak, but a mother is strong. She stopped crying immediately. The life is already too difficult, and every day is like sleeping in hell and waking up in purgatory. She does not want to appear weak and helpless in front of her children.

The tears on her face were still wet, but she made a hasty smile and said, "Oh, look at you, why are you here? Auntie is fine, just a little injury...Look..."

She handed him the sweaty copper plate in her heart.

Mo Ran couldn't help shaking his head, and one watermark after another was washed out on his small face.

"It's enough for you to buy a cake, go...you go and buy it, Auntie is waiting for you here, let's go home."

Family?

Where is home?

That dilapidated firewood hut?

It was still a sheepfold that was kicked out after sleeping for two days...

Mo Ran choked with sobs, his eyes flashed with heat, and he said: "Mother, you sit, you wait."

"What are you going to do—you don't mess around—"

Mo Ran rushed to the side, picked up a knife, and shouted loudly in his immature voice, which attracted the attention of the people who were about to disperse.

"Uncles and aunts, young lady, please don't leave! Please don't leave! There is still a unique skill, please honor your face and take a look--"

He has spiritual energy in his body since he was a child. Although he has never cultivated it, he is much stronger than ordinary people without qualifications.

Mo Ran held the strong and sharp blade in his hand, squeezed his hands hard, and with a low drink, he folded the knife in half and threw it on the ground.

The people around were shocked, and some monks among the onlookers were even more surprised.

"This kid can do it."

"One more time!"

The ink burned, and this time I took two, and it was done in the same way, and the two blades were broken together.

"Good!!" Someone applauded.

"Three!"

The children stacked them one by one, and the blades became thicker and harder to break, so the crowd became lively again.

"I beg all the uncles, brothers, aunts and sisters to give me some rewards, and I will add more."

Those people wanted to watch the excitement, so they threw the most worthless copper coins on the ground in front of him.

Mo Ran added one knife after another for these copper plates, and in the end his hands were covered with blood, and he could no longer fold them.The carrion vultures flapped their black wings and dispersed.

Mo Ran picked up all the money, held it carefully with his dirty little hands, and walked to his tearful mother.

He smiled: "Mother, it's enough to buy medicine for you."

The woman's tears could no longer be contained, and rolled down: "My child...good boy...let me see your hands..."

"I'm fine..." His smile was bright and pure, which burned her heart.

She hugged him tightly, and couldn't help sobbing: "It's my mother who has no ability to take care of you... You are so young, so you suffer and suffer..."

"It's okay." Mo Ran said quietly in his mother's arms, "Aniang, I don't feel bitter when I'm with you... I will stay with Aniang well, and when I grow up, let Aniang Have a good time, ma'am."

The woman smiled and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes: "It doesn't matter if you don't live a good life, as long as you grow up in peace and health, that's fine... that's enough."

Mo Ran nodded vigorously, and suddenly said softly: "Aniang, if I am successful in the future, you will no longer have to be wronged, no one can bully you, those people just now, I will let them come, Apologize to A Niang one by one, if they refuse, I will let them dance on the knife too, I..."

"Silly boy, don't think so." The kind and gentle woman stroked his hair and murmured, "Don't think so, don't hate anyone, A Niang wants to see you become a good boy, promise me Mother, be a kind person, okay?"

At that time, Mo Ran was too small, like a tender and green seedling, with just a little external force, he would fall in that direction.His mother who was not well-educated but simple-minded made his first lighthouse, so the little Mo Ran at that time thought for a while, and finally said seriously: "Okay."

He said, "Mother, I promise you."

"Well, if in the future, I... I can make a fortune, I will build many, many houses for those who have no homes, and grow a lot of food for those who cannot eat enough..." He said to his mother, "Aniang, then there will be no one like us today."

The woman was distracted, and finally she sighed and said, "That's all right."

The child also nodded and said, "That's good."

None of them thought at that time that the person who said such words would end up with bloody hands, stepping on bones all over the ground, walking in the wind amidst vultures and black crows circling all over the sky, and becoming a stepping fairy emperor who caused harm to the common people.

And there are very few Taxian Emperors who have brought disaster to the common people, and they will not even be willing to look back on this past. He will never honor the promise he made in his mother's arms with his tender voice and clear eyes. Promise of.

At that time, because of the persuasion of his mother, Mo Ran never had any hatred even if he lived a difficult life, but he was always a little bit unwilling.

The days are still like this day by day, juggling and performing arts, watching it once is lively, watching it twice is boring, and watching it the third time is boring.Gradually, they couldn't even get a copper reward, so they could only live by begging.

Mo Ran remembered that there was a child of a wealthy family who was about the same age as him, and there was a huge mole on the corner of his mouth. The child was sitting at the gate of the compound, holding a bowl in his hand. It was probably because the chopsticks made it awkward, so he poked it with a bamboo stick. Eat with fried dumplings that are golden and crispy inside.The child is very picky, gnaws off the dumpling stuffing inside, then spits out the outer skin and throws it on the ground to amuse the dog.

He walked over cautiously and stood by and watched.

The child was blinded by the stench and dirt all over his body, and screamed: "Who?!"

Mo Ran asked him softly: "Young master, this dumpling wrapper...can...can you give it to me?"

"Give it to you? Why should I give it to you?"

"You...you don't eat it either, so I want to ask..."

"I don't want to eat it, but our family Wangcai also wants to eat it." The child pointed to two fat dogs with slippery fur on the ground, and said angrily, "The dogs can't even be kept alive, how can I give them to you?!"

Mo Ran tried his best to sell his smiling face and said, "If the dog can't eat it..."

"How could they not be able to eat it! They don't even have enough braised pork every day, and it's just dumpling wrappers. They'll be gone after two bites. There's no share for you. Let's go."

When Mo Ran heard the braised pork, his eyes fell on the two dogs, and suddenly he felt that such a fat dog, if it was cooked and eaten, it must be...

He couldn't help but swallowed at the two dogs.

All these actions fell into the eyes of the child. The child was taken aback for a moment, and then was shocked: "What are you thinking?"

"I didn't... I just..."

"Do you want to eat Wangcai and Wangfu?"

The ink burned and said: "No, no, I'm just too hungry, I can't help but think about it, I'm sorry..."

The young master didn't care what he said, but when he heard "I can't help but think about it", his face changed in horror.

How could a child from a wealthy family like him understand that someone would look at the cute puppy at the gate and think of food?He turned pale with fright, only felt that the person in front of him was perverted and terrifying, so he yelled.

"Come on! Come on! Get him out of here!"

The servants came around and couldn't help but beat and kicked Mo Ran. He tried his best to grab a few more fried dumpling skins on the ground in those fists and kicks, and held them tightly in his hands, letting others kick and drive them away. Nor did it loosen.

The little boy seemed to be frightened, he didn't want the remaining dumplings in his hand, threw them on the ground together with the bamboo sticks, and then ran away.

Mo Ran tried hard to crawl over there, his thin body was beaten blue and purple, one eye was also kicked, and he couldn't open it in pain, but when he reached out to grab the remaining dumplings, he still smiled happily .

There are two left.

It's stuffed...

One for myself to eat, one for my mother...

Or give both of them to your mother, just eat the dumpling wrappers yourself...

But he didn't have time to leave with the dumplings in his arms. In the chaos, a servant's foot stepped on it, crushing the dumplings on his bamboo sticks, the puff pastry cracked, and the meat filling turned into mud.

He just held the dirty and broken stick in a daze, and rained fists and feet on him. He didn't feel any pain, but when he saw that the dumplings could no longer be eaten, his tears flowed down in a daze, from the swollen From the crevices of the eyelids, it dripped onto the dirty little face where the facial features could not be seen clearly.

He just wants to eat some leftovers from other children, what he doesn't want.

Why was it wasted, broken, and turned into mud, and it couldn't belong to him.

Later, Mo Ran became the son of death and life. Many people in the sect flattered him and pursued him. Even on his birthday, there would be people who could not talk a few words to give him gifts and congratulations.

Those children who once had to kneel on the ground to grab a dumpling wrapper finally reaped heavy praise and praise.Standing in front of a pile of carefully selected congratulatory gifts, he felt a vague fear in his heart.

He was afraid that these gifts would disappear soon, that they would be smashed, that a disaster would fly out of nowhere, and that everything in front of him would be the same as the dumplings he was holding in his hand at the beginning. Trampled.So he quickly used and ate all the things that could be used and eaten in the pile of things. All the presents are carefully hidden, and counted and counted every day.

At that time, Xue Meng pointed at him and laughed, laughed at him, and said: "Hahaha, it's just a box of pastries from the Qingfeng Pavilion snack shop in Lin'an. If it is wasted, it will be wasted. Look at you, it's the same as the reincarnation of a starved ghost." , it’s all stuffed in your stomach in one meal, who will snatch it from you?”

At that time, he had just arrived at the peak of death and life, but deep down in his heart, he still had great anxiety.

Therefore, in the face of his cousin's ridicule, he just grinned, with crumbs on the corner of his mouth, and then buried his head and continued to open another box of pastries to eat.

Xue Meng was very surprised: "You have a big appetite, don't you hold it?"

All he cared about was eating.

"...If you can't eat it, don't eat it. Every year I celebrate my birthday, I receive a lot of cakes. There is no reason to eat them all..."

Mo Ran's cheeks were bulging, he ate too fast, and actually choked, and looked at the young man opposite him with moist and dark eyes.

At that moment, he suddenly thought of the little boy he met when he was young, who could pick and choose unscrupulously, eat the fillings of fried dumplings, and feed the skins to the dogs.

Xue Meng also grew up like this, so he can say things like "throw away if you can't eat it" and "no one will grab you" in an understatement.

He was really, really, really envious of them.

Now that he has finally become a son of a famous family who can live in luxury, he should be comfortable and spend recklessly.

But he dared not.

The last thing he did was to grab the water glass next to him, gulp down several sips of water, swallow the choked snack into his stomach, and continue to hold on.

Later, he became Emperor Taxian.

The four fields of Shenzhou are all in his pocket.

At that time, people from all corners of the world would come to him in an endless stream of beauties, fine wine, gourmet food, gold and silver pearls, and precious treasures.

One day, a giant copper mine businessman came to Linyi and said that during the mining, he got an extremely rare piece of ten thousand-year fire black jade, which he wanted to present to Emperor Taxian.

There are too many ordinary people who take treasures to beg for an official title, or seek a shade to take care of them, and Mo Ran is actually not interested in paying attention to them.

But that day, it happened that Chu Wanning was ill and had a cold syndrome.Mo Ran frowned, thinking that Huo Xuanyu was the best at expelling the cold, it would be better to save the sick seedling to life earlier, and save lying in bed all day, looking at it would be unlucky and eye-catching... So it was so strange, I met The rich merchant who came to give treasures.

The businessman was about the same age as him, and he was slightly chubby. There was a huge black mole with hair under the corner of his mouth.

Mo Ran sat on the throne of Wushan Temple, with his slender hands folded, his fingertips pointed at his chin, and he looked at him silently, looking at the fat businessman until his legs and feet were weak, and his vest was wet with sweat.

It took a long time to tremble, his lips trembled, and suddenly he knelt down with a plop, kowtowed repeatedly, and muttered: "Your Majesty the Emperor, Xiaomin... Xiaomin..."

He was a humble man for a long time, but he didn't know what to say. His fat body was shaking under the clothes made of gold thread.

Mo Ran suddenly laughed.

Even if he only met this person once, he would never forget it.

In front of the splendid and wealthy mansion that year, the child with a mole on the corner of his mouth ate the golden dumplings poked by a bamboo stick with a kind of extravagance that Mo Ran thought he would never have in his life.The corners of the mouth are oily, and the meringue is oily.

He smiled and said, "You know, your fried dumplings are very delicious."

Although he didn't taste it at all, he missed it for half his life.

Mo Ran sat on the throne, watching the person below from panic to consternation, from consternation to bewilderment, and from bewilderment to flattery. He kept on talking to please himself, saying that he would invite the cook in his house to die immediately. On the top, as a gift to Emperor Taxian.

At that moment, Mo Ran realized more clearly than ever that there are many people in this world who would rather kneel down and lick the vamp of the strong than bow their heads to give the weak a little mercy and kindness.

Mo Ran shook his head, trying to get rid of these past events in his mind.

In fact, he has rarely gone back to recall these things in the past, that is his weakness, and he doesn't want to want it anymore.

But asking from door to door, and being rejected from door to door was so similar to the past, he couldn't help but untied the shackles deep in his mind, and let him temporarily sink in the dark past.

He was a little dazed for a while.

He thought, so when he was young, did he promise his mother, "I won't bear grudges", promised her, "There are tens of thousands of mansions in peace, and it will shelter the world's poor and happy people"...

He didn't do it.

In the end, he killed the world, the last person who treated him well, killed Chu Wanning, and killed his master.

Chu Wanning...

Thinking of him, Mo Ran felt a pain in his heart, and he subconsciously took out the thin paper with Chu Wan Ning Xiao's thoughts drawn from his arms.The paper was already a little wrinkled, he pursed his lips, raised his hand silently, trying to smooth the paper, but when he touched it, blood stuck to it.

He almost immediately withdrew his hand in panic, fearing that it would stain the portrait, so he dared not touch it again.

From the fifth street to the third street, he continued to ask one by one unwillingly, but the ghosts all said, "I have never seen such a man in the portrait."

He walked alone in the endless night, the night was so thick and long, it seemed that no matter how hard he tried to walk, he would never be able to reach the dawn.Mo Ran finally got a little tired from walking, he didn't drink a drop of water, and he didn't eat a grain of rice, so he couldn't support it.Just in time, he saw that there was a wonton stall in Yazikou, and someone was selling supper, so he went to buy a bowl, and ate it quietly into his stomach when no one was looking.

The food in the ghost world is cold, even the wontons are not steaming.

Mo Ran took out the soul-inducing lamp, took a spoon, and handed it to the soul-inducing lamp: "Master, do you want to eat?"

Of course the master will not respond.

Mo Ran ate it by himself, and said while eating: "But you have never liked wontons, you love sweets. I found you later, let's go back, and I will make pastries for you every day."

In the silent night, sitting alone in front of a lonely late-night snack stand with a lamp, the night wind is rustling, and occasionally a few dead leaves are chasing past in curls, and the underworld seems very peaceful at this time.

"Peach Blossom Cake, Osmanthus Candy, Walnut Cake, Cloud Pianer Cake..." He counted with the soul lamp, as if Chu Wanning heard it, and would be willing to take care of him. After counting for a while, Mo Ran wryly smiled, "Master, where is your other earth soul?"

The young man stretched out his slender hand, and gently touched the silk surface of the Soul Lamp, just like when he was 30 years old, Chu Wanning died, and he held the corpse in his arms, in a daze, in a daze, he Said "Chu Wanning, I hate you so much", but lowered his head and kissed his face.

"Baby, did you just come here?"

Suddenly, a broken gong-like voice sounded.The old man who sells wontons was dizzy, and he groped to sit beside him. He should have died of old age, his dark face shriveled and shriveled like poplar wood in the desert.He took out a cigarette from his shroud, bit it in his mouth, and then walked over to chat with Mo Ran with the kindness and troublesomeness unique to the elderly.

Mo Ran sniffed and smiled back: "Well, the first day."

"Yeah, it looks strange to you. Just ask, why did you leave at such a young age?"

"Being obsessed."

"Oh..." The old man sucked the smoke that had no fire, "He is a fairy."

"Well." Mo Ran nodded, looked at him, not very hopeful, but still took out the picture scroll in his arms, and said, "Old man, I want to find someone, this is my master, who came down not long ago Yes. I wonder if you have seen him?"

The old man took the painting, hunched over and leaned under the lamp, squinting his cloudy eyeballs, and looked at it slowly for a long time.

Mo Ran sighed and wanted to take the painting back: "It's okay, I asked a lot of people, it doesn't matter if you don't know, everyone is like this anyway..."

"I've seen him."

"!" Mo Ran was startled, his blood rushed almost instantly, and he hurriedly grabbed him, "Old man, have you seen him?!? You, didn't you read it wrong?"

"That's right." The old man sat cross-legged on a stool, scratched his feet, "I don't see many of you who look like this throughout the year, and you can't run away. It's your master."

Mo Ran had already stood up, felt awkward, and bowed to the old man again, raised his head and said earnestly: "The old man pointed me out."

"Oh, you don't have to be so polite, little doll. Everyone has been a ghost, and you will be reincarnated in a blink of an eye. The memories you can have in your previous life are only ten or eight years old. The old man's son left early. Seeing your doll feels distressed " He wiped away his tears, and licked his nose again with his sleeve, before he said, "Did you see that magnificent palace on the first street ahead?"

"See, where is Master?"

"That's right, it's there."

"What's that place?"

"It's the other palace of the fourth ghost king." The old man sighed, "The fourth ghost king doesn't live here, but he specially asked his subordinates to build a palace in Nanke Township. They are all under house arrest. The four kings are prostitutes. Every time after a while, he will personally come to the palace to choose concubines. Men and women are not taboo. The ones he chooses are taken directly to the fourth floor of hell. If they are not selected, they are said to be given to his subordinates to play with. , Alas, you said that in this world-"

Before he finished speaking, he saw that the little fairy next to him had already picked up the lantern next to him in flames, and rushed into the vast night like a wolf dog.

The old man was stunned for a moment, and then he was a little envious. He murmured slowly: "It's good to be young, you run so fast..."