The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

"My heart is like stagnant water and my thoughts are ashes, but I didn't expect the cold night of March and September to shine through the spring. Could it be that God's will favors the grass in the valley, and I'm afraid that the world will be cold and windy."

The clear and crisp voice of the Yue girl came from the ear, and the words were like pearls and jade, but the ink burned the brain and caused pain, and the meridians on the forehead jumped violently.

"What's the noise! ​​Where did the mourner come from! Someone, beat this lowly servant girl down the mountain!"

After the angry drink, Mo Ran realized that something was wrong.

...Isn't he already dead?

Hatred and chill, pain and coldness hurt his chest, Mo Ran opened his eyes suddenly.

Everything before he died was like blowing snow away, he found himself lying on the bed, not the bed at the peak of death and life, this bed was carved with dragons and phoenixes, the wood exuded a heavy smell of powder, and the old bedding on it was pink and purple, Embroidered with the pattern of mandarin ducks playing in the water, it is the pillow that only Goulan women sleep on.

"..."

The ink burned for a moment of stiffness.

He knows where this is.

This is a tile near the summit of death and life.

The so-called Wazi refers to the brothel, which means "the tiles are closed when you come, and disintegrated when you go", which means that guests and fans can get together and leave easily.

When Mo Ran was young, he was very lewd for a while, sleeping in this brothel for more than ten days in half a month.However, this brothel was sold out when I was in my 20s, and it was later changed into a wine shop.After his death, he actually appeared in a brothel that had long since ceased to exist. What was going on?

Could it be that I did too many evils during my lifetime and harmed countless boys and girls, so I was punished by Hades to be reincarnated in a kiln to receive customers?

Mo Ran turned over unconsciously while thinking wildly.

He suddenly met a sleeping face.

"..."

what's the situation! ! !Why is there someone lying beside him? ?

Still a naked man!

This man has an immature face and exquisite features, Yuxue looks cute, male and female are indistinguishable.

Mo Ran had no expression on his face, but his heart was turbulent. After staring at the little white face immersed in sleep for a long time, he suddenly remembered.

Isn't this the little girl I loved so much when I was young, it seems to be called Rong San?

Or call it Rong Jiu.

It doesn't matter whether it's three or nine, it doesn't matter, what's important is that this young lady got a willow disease later, and has been dead for many years, her bones should be rotted away.However, at this moment, he was still alive, white and tender nestled on the side of his bed, his shoulders and neck were exposed under the brocade quilt, bruised and purple, full of traces of ambiguity.

Mo Ran sullenly, lifted the quilt, and moved his eyes down again.

"........."

I don't know if this Rong Jiu is still three, let's just count him as Rong Jiu, the little beauty Rong Jiu is covered with welts all over her body, and someone has thinly strangled several red ropes on her pink and tender thigh like mutton fat and white jade.

Mo Ran touched his chin and sighed secretly: It's so fun.

Look at this exquisite rope art, this skillful technique, this familiar picture.

Didn't this damn thing be strangled by himself? ? ! !

He is a cultivator of immortals, and he has dabbled in the matter of rebirth.At this moment, he couldn't help but start to suspect that he seemed to have come back to life.

In order to further verify his thoughts, Mo Ran found a bronze mirror.The bronze mirror was severely worn, but in the dim yellow light, he could still vaguely see his own face.

Mo Ran was 32 years old when he died, and he was already in his thirties, but at this moment the face of the buddy in the mirror looked quite childish, with a domineering and domineering unique to young people in his handsome eyebrows, it seemed that he was only fifteen years old. Looks like six years old.

There is no one else in this bedroom.So a generation of tyrants in the comprehension world, bullies in Sichuan, emperors in the human world, lords at the peak of death and life, and the immortal king Mo Ran honestly expressed their inner feelings after being silent for a long time.

"Hold……"

This operation woke up Rong Jiu who had been sleeping hazily.

The beauty sat up lazily, and the thin brocade quilt draped over her body slid down her shoulders, revealing a large and dazzling white body. She had soft and long hair, and a pair of sleepy peach blossom eyes with dizzy tails. Dyeing residual red, he yawned.

"Hmm... Mr. Mo, you woke up very early today."

Mo Ran didn't say a word, and the time went back more than ten years. He really liked Rong Jiu, a charming and indistinguishable little beauty, but now, the 32-year-old Ta Xianjun, no matter how he looks at it, he doubts that he was called a donkey at the time. Only then will he think this kind of man is good-looking.

"Did you not sleep well last night and had a nightmare?"

This seat is dead, do you think it is a nightmare.

Rong Jiu saw that he had been silent and that he was in a bad mood, so she got up and got out of bed, went to the carved wooden window, and hugged Mo Ran from behind.

"Mr. Mo, you pay attention to me, why are you in a daze, ignoring people?"

Mo Ran told him to hug him like this, his face turned blue, he wished he could tear the little fairy off his back immediately, and slapped him seventeen or eight big ears on his face that could be broken by bullets, but in the end he still held back up.

He was still a little dizzy and didn't understand the situation.

After all, if he was really reborn, then yesterday he was still fighting with Rong Jiu, and when he woke up, he would be beaten up with a black nose and a swollen face. This kind of behavior is no different from suffering from a mental illness. It is wrong, very wrong.

Mo Ran sorted out his emotions, and asked casually, "What month is today?"

Rong Jiu was taken aback, then smiled and said, "It's the fourth day of May."

"Bingshen year?"

"That was last year. This year is the year of Ding You. Mr. Mo is really a nobleman who forgets things a lot. Going back more and more."

Ding You Year...

Mo Ran's eyes surged darkly, and his mind was spinning rapidly.

In the year of Ding You, I was 15 years old, and I was just recognized by the lord at the peak of death and life as my long-lost nephew.

So, is he really reborn?

Or, a dream of nothingness after death...

Rong Jiu said with a smile: "Mr. Mo, I see that you are so hungry that you can't even remember the day. You sit down for a while, and I will go to the kitchen and bring you something to eat. How about oil pancakes?"

Mo Ran has just been reborn at this time, and he doesn't know how to deal with all this, but it is always right to follow the previous path.So he recalled his flirtatious appearance back then, endured his 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 her clothes and went, and after a while, she came back with a wooden tray, on which was a bowl of pumpkin porridge, two oil-spun pancakes, and a plate of side dishes.

Mo Ran happened to be a little hungry, and was about to grab a pancake to eat, but Rong Jiu suddenly pushed his hand away, and said charmingly: "I'll feed you, my lord."

"..."

Rong Jiu picked up a piece of cake and sat on Mo Ran's lap.He was wearing a thin robe, nothing underneath, and his skinny and tender thighs were separated, sticking to Mo Ran's skin, and he couldn't stop rubbing them ambiguously, not saying anything about the temptation. And metaphor.

Mo Ran stared at Rong Jiu's face for a while.

Rong Jiu also said that he was lustful again, and said angrily, "What are you doing looking at me like this? The food is cold."

Mo Ran was silent for a moment, thinking of the good things Rong Jiu did behind his back in his previous life, the corner of his mouth slowly opened a sweet, very intimate smile.

He has done a lot of disgusting things, as long as he is willing, he can do the disgusting things. At this moment, he is just playing on the occasion, and children's tricks will not trouble him.

Mo Ran leaned back on the chair comfortably, and said with a smile: "Sit up."

"I'm not... am I sitting right?"

"You know where I'm talking about sitting."

Rong Jiu's face turned red, and he spat out, "You're in such a hurry, my lord won't wait until the meal is over... ah!"

Before the words were finished, he was forcibly pulled up by Mo Ran, moved forward, and pressed down again.Rong Jiu shook his hands, and the porridge bowl fell to the ground. He gasped in shock and did not forget to say in a low voice, "Mr. Mo, this bowl..."

"Never mind."

"Then, then you should eat something first...um...ah..."

"Aren't I just eating?" Mo Ran held his waist, a pair of dark eyes flashed brightly, and Rong Jiu's beautiful face with his neck upturned was reflected in his pupils.

In my previous life, I was especially willing to kiss that bright red lips when I was in love.After all, this young man is pretty and easy-going, and he is especially good at saying things that move his heart. It would be a lie to say that he was not emotional at all.

However, knowing what Rong Jiu's mouth was doing behind his back, Mo Ran felt that this mouth was smelly, and he was no longer interested in kissing it.

There are many differences between the 32-year-old Mo Ran and the 15-year-old Mo Ran.

For example, at the age of 15, he still knows tenderness in love, but at the age of 32, only violence remains.

Afterwards, he looked at Rong Jiu who was dying and fainted by himself, with his upturned and undercurrent eyes, he narrowed his eyes slightly, with a sweet smile on his face.He looks good when he smiles, his pupils are extremely dark and deep, and from certain angles, they will be smudged with a luxurious dark purple.At this moment, he was holding Rong Jiu's hair with a smile, lifted the unconscious man 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 vengeful, and it 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 collaborated with others to design himself, he couldn't help but smile and bend his eyes, put the sharp ceramic fragments on the On Rong Jiu's cheek.

This person is in the flesh business, without this face, there is nothing left.

This kitsch man would live on the streets like a dog, crawling on the ground, being kicked by boots, being run over, scolded and cast aside, ouch... just imagining it makes him happy physically and mentally.Even the nausea from fucking this person just now disappeared.

The ink-burning smile is getting cuter.

As soon as he exerted force on his hand, a trace of bright red blood oozed out.

The drowsy person seemed to feel the pain, with a hoarse voice, he groaned softly, with tears still hanging from his eyelashes, looking very pitiful.

Mo Ran's hand suddenly stopped.

He remembered an old man.

"........."

Then, suddenly, he realized what he was doing.After being stunned for a few seconds, he finally slowly put his hand down.

It's really a habit of doing evil.He had forgotten that he had been reborn.

Now, none of the things have happened, the big mistake has not been made, and that person... is not dead yet.Why did he have to go back to the old path brutally and brutally, he could obviously do it all over again.

He sat down, leaning on the edge of the bed, carelessly playing with the broken china in his hand.Suddenly saw greasy pancakes on the table, so he took them over, peeled off the oily paper, and bit into them, his mouth was full of crumbs, and his lips were shiny.

This pancake is the characteristic of this tile, but it is not very delicious. Compared with the delicacies he has tasted later, it is like chewing wax, but after the tile was down, Mo Ran never ate this pancake again. Swirl pies too.At this moment, the familiar taste of pancakes returned to the tip of the tongue after the rolling past.

Every time Mo Ran swallowed a mouthful, he felt that the unreality of rebirth was less.

After eating the whole pie, he finally recovered from his initial confusion.

He is truly born again.

All the evil in his life, all the irreversible things, have not yet begun.

Did not kill uncles and aunts, did not massacre all over 72 cities, did not deceive teachers and exterminate ancestors, did not get married, did not...

No one is dead yet.

He smacked his lips and licked his thick white teeth, he could feel a tiny ray of joy in his chest expanding rapidly, turning into a stormy wave of frenzy and excitement.During his lifetime, he was all-powerful, dabbling in the three major forbidden arts in the human world.He is proficient in the other two forbidden techniques, only the last technique "Rebirth", even though he is extremely talented, he cannot master it.

Unexpectedly, the things that were not expected in life would come true after death.

All kinds of unwillingness, depression, and loneliness in front of me are still in my chest, and the scene of life and death is full of flames, and the scene of the army pressing down is still in front of me.

At that time, he really didn't want to live anymore. Everyone said that he was lonely and betrayed his relatives. In the end, he himself felt like a walking dead, bored and 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 ruin Rong Jiu's face in order to avenge such an old personal revenge?

Rong Jiu is most greedy and loves money.It's enough to prostitute this meat seller for free, and then take some money along with it, and a little punishment will do.He doesn't want to bear human life for the time being.

"It's cheap for you, Rong Jiu."

Mo Ran said with a smile, exerted force on his fingertips, and threw the tile out of the window.

Then, he emptied all of Rong Jiu's soft jewels and put them all in his pocket, and then he had a good time to tidy himself up slowly, 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'm here to find you.

The author has something to say: The cp of this article: Mo Ran x Shizun

Brother Bai Lianhua haunts, don't stand in the wrong team~~