Can't Su

The meeting the next day was still in Huijing's meditation room.Huijing is not here for the time being, they wait here for a while.

Sandalwood was lit in the room, and it floated faintly in the air.The three of them sat quietly in front of the table, on which were three cups of tea exuding steam.

An eerie silence filled the room, and no one spoke.

The young man in plain shirt looked down at the wooden teacup in front of him, his eyes were fixed, his face was pale, and there was a faint blue color in his eyes.The silver-haired Buddhist cultivator sitting opposite the young man in plain shirt fiddled with the beads in his hands, muttering words, not restrained or difficult to face, but with supercilious indifference.

The black-clothed demon twitched the corners of his mouth silently, not in a hurry to break the silent atmosphere. He propped his head up with one hand on the table, propped up his left leg, and beat the beat happily on his knee with one hand.With a strong evil taste in his eyes, he grinned at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes wandered repeatedly between the two.

When the mist filled with tea in front of him became less and less and gradually disappeared, he tapped on the table unhurriedly and said, "The host hasn't come yet, why don't we get to know each other? In the sinking jungler, you can Call me... jungler." After saying the last two words, he smiled inexplicably.

"Shen Benefactor, I'm here at Mu Yao." Out of politeness, and because they would have a lot of time to spend together later, Mu Yang spoke with the appearance of a genuine Buddhist cultivator.

"Don't be so nervous! Come on, fellow players, don't be constrained by the game. Shake hands?" He didn't even change his posture, but just raised his left hand perfunctorily. He looked at Buddha Xiu with the word calm written all over his face.

Mu Yang smiled, not the usual kind of smile that makes people feel warm when they see it, but with a little contempt and inexplicable pity.He stretched out his hand, touched the other's fingertips in the same extremely perfunctory manner, then withdrew his hand, and returned to the original posture of chanting sutras again.

Moxiu sneered, his hands continued to beat on his knees, and he silently gave this Buddha Xiu a scarlet cross in his mind. "Pretentious, extremely hypocritical but not deep in the city, impulsive and irritable", negative review.

As for the other...

Moxiu's eyes turned to Daoxiu, who was still as motionless as a sculpture, and he couldn't get up the idea of ​​dealing with him.A guy who was led by the nose by a low-level Buddhist cultivator and couldn't recover all night, no matter how smart and interesting he was, he was nothing more than a mediocre person.

Pity him, Shen Tianshu, who has been smart all his life, but he can't even find a funny toy.Tsk tsk tsk, I can only hope to see interesting toys on the territory of the Silver Fox Clan.

"Squeak." The wooden door was pushed open, and Hui Jing, who was wearing a bright-colored cassock, stood at the door, her eyes swept over the three people in the room, and finally fixed on his big apprentice, and finally she could only silently lower her head and sigh Amitabha.

"Let's go. Benefactor Shen can give the token to my apprentice Mu Yao, and he will take you to the Silver Fox Holy Land after confirmation." Huijing's words this time were rare and concise, and he set his eyes on the On the side was Hua Xiangyang, who was expressionless.

"It's better to go to the flower benefactor. Maybe it will solve the confusion." After Huijing finished speaking, she sat in the place where she used to chant scriptures and started her daily homework, ignoring anyone.

Hua Xiangyang, who had been expressionless all this time, raised his head abruptly after Huijing finished speaking, and a crisp sound from the system came to his ears [Accept mission: Assist Mu Yao.mission rewards:? ? ? 】.

His expression became very strange in an instant, with joy, sorrow, laughter and tears, and finally he closed his eyes heavily, revealing a bitter smile.

"What the host said, Hua Xiangyang should obey."

There was a shower of rain on the mountain last night, and he barely slept all night.

He walked out of the room and sat in the small courtyard that was not visited by people, feeling the loneliness that suddenly penetrated into the bone marrow in the bleak and rainy environment.There is no moonlight and no starlight.There are only painful mountain winds and continuous spring rain.

There were no lights around, and everything was pitch black as far as the eye could see.He heard the sound of the wind blowing the leaves, and also heard the sound of rainwater dripping continuously. The cold rainwater flowed down his sleeves and made him extremely cold.

He was thinking, what the hell is he doing?

Born in a scholarly family with strict family education, his parents have always demanded himself as a "gentleman".When I was young and ignorant, I complained and even thought about running away.But the words and deeds of a gentleman have also been strengthened day after day, and he got used to it later.

But when he began to reflect on his performance during this period, he found that his words and deeds during this period were not an upright gentleman but a despicable villain.It seemed that his repressed love had gone to his head, and his actions were no longer even his own.

stay away.Don't let Mu Yang worry anymore, but also free yourself.

This is a decision he made after one night.But what he didn't expect was that his decision was broken before it was implemented, and he didn't even have a chance to refuse.

Shen Tianshu curled his lips in boredom, the guides were two guys he didn't like, how could he expect the journey to be happy?Is it possible to watch their grievances and entanglements as a movie every day?

Thinking this way in his heart, on the surface, the demon cultivator in black greeted Hua Xiangyang enthusiastically: "Hello, fellow daoist~ I'm a jungler in Shenyang, you can call me a jungler, I don't know what you call me."

"Tai San Zong Hua Xiangyang." Without too much entanglement, Hua Xiangyang silently stood beside this guy after a brief self-introduction and stopped talking to this guy.

Dao is different and does not conspire with each other. If it is a Taoist cultivator, then he can still have a conversation.Moxiu... Forget it, it is said that most of the players who choose Moxiu are due to their personalities, so their personalities must be at odds.That being the case, it is better not to have an intersection at the beginning.

Hua Xiangyang, whose mind was messed up and whose way of thinking was also messed up, thought so.

boring.Moxiu didn't bother to talk to Hua Xiangyang, he waved his hand to bid farewell to Huijing: "Thank you so much, host, next time I'm free, I'll come to your place to play again."

From the dark side of the abyss to Wan'en Temple in the inland, it was silent and did not attract any attention.Sneak into Wan'en Temple, the first Buddhist temple, without being discovered by anyone.To be able to do that, this person's aura must be soft enough not to disturb anyone - but this is contrary to the majestic magic aura emanating from him now.This person must be a master of demon cultivation, and must be able to have a magic weapon to conceal the breath.

This is a little difficult.What can we do to prevent this person from going to the place of the Silver Fox Clan?Mu Yang, who found the violence unbelievable, felt a little regretful and prepared to use an alternate plan.

After a shower of rain last night, the air smelled of humidity, and the late spring sunshine seemed too lukewarm at this moment, and when it shone on people, it couldn't resist the chill brought by the wind mixed with water vapor.It was still early when they came down from the mountain, and the stall had just been set up, and it was not yet ready to welcome customers.

Although they had been fasted for a long time, the three of them who were still accustomed to having breakfast as in reality sat on the breakfast stand.The enthusiastic shopkeeper smiled and delivered freshly baked steamed buns and soy milk, and while he was busy setting out other tables, he chatted with the three of them.

"The three just came down from Wan'en Temple? These days, there are not many people who have the ability to go to the real Wan'en Temple to pay respects to the Buddha. Among other things, the woman in my family, even though she is a Buddhist, has never had the opportunity Go up the mountain to worship. You can only add some sesame oil money to the temple built by Wan En Temple in the city."

"Who is that enchantment? We mortals can't go up." The shopkeeper became melancholy as he spoke, he stopped his hands and looked in the direction of Wan'en Temple from a distance, "Cultivating immortals, it's really that important Is it? If you can’t become a fairy, you can’t even worship a Buddha?”

The three of them were silent, with thousands of sentences in their minds but they didn't know how to answer the question of the shopkeeper.Or the shopkeeper itself doesn't need to answer either.

After a moment of silence, the shopkeeper came back to his senses and smiled apologetically: "It's rare to see someone coming down from the mountain, so I'm a little excited. Don't mind the three of you."

The owner wanted to say something, but was interrupted by a shout from the side: "Boss, soy milk and fried dough sticks."

"Okay, here we come."

They silently watched the shopkeeper walk away, then lowered their heads and continued to finish the breakfast in their hands.The first one to finish eating was Moxiu in black. He looked at the shopkeeper who was greeting customers from a distance, shook his head, pointed at Muyang and lazily commented: "So, I don't like you Buddhas very much. Xiu. All living beings are equal, it’s all bullshit.”

Ignoring Moxiu's provocation, Song Muyang gave him a flat look.Suddenly his face changed.

"Let's start again in the afternoon. I have something to do in reality." After speaking, he disappeared in place.

The reason for Song Muyang's sudden change of expression was simple, someone was touching him.

There is such a similar plot in the original book. After a few days of debauchery in the game, Wang Li finally had the courage to attack his brother-in-law. He didn't slap him, but just masturbated him.But this also makes Song Muyang, who has a sense of substitution, disgusting, so he set it to the highest alert level that would wake him up if there was any movement.

He opened his eyes suddenly, and saw Wang Li lying beside his bed, the corners of his eyes were slightly red, his eyes were full of spring, his left hand was on his chest, his right hand was hidden in his clothes, and there were some suspicious marks on his crotch.

Fuck!Sure enough, even locking the door can't prevent this guy!

Song Muyang, who was swearing in his heart for the first time, frowned: "Brother-in-law?"

Wang Li withdrew his hand in a panic, wanted to stand up but fell down on the bed because his legs were weak.Song Muyang stood beside the bed with sharp eyes and quick hands, condescendingly looking down at the "brother-in-law" who was full of bewilderment and aggrieved eyes, full of charm.

Fuck!I don't even want to sleep in this bed!

It seemed that it didn't matter, but the young man Song Muyang, who obviously had a little cleanliness, had a worse attitude: "What are you doing?"

"Mu Yang, listen to me explain Mu Yang, it's not what you see." I don't know if it's because the plot started, but Wang Li got up from the bed in a hurry, with his loose home clothes half-opened, revealing a large area. Fair skin and pink somewhere.He stood there aggrieved, his eyes were moist, and his voice when he spoke was more like moaning when he was in love, which was charming and seductive.

If it's really the original owner's bloody, pseudo-straight man, maybe he really can't help but pounce on him.This ordinary-looking middle-aged man looked extraordinarily attractive when enjoying love - but obviously, now Song Muyang only felt disgusted.

"Oh, then what do you think it is?" Song Muyang took two steps back, looked at Wang Li in front of him, and had no intention of touching him.When he thought of how many traces of people there were on this person, he felt dirty in his heart.This is completely different from the nature of selling out. He actively seduces those men and enjoys the process half-heartedly. Song Muyang will not discriminate or hate this kind of profession, and he is too lazy to comment on this style of work, but he just hates the man in front of him. A slave to desire, a guy who has no regard for ethics.

Wang Li was at a loss for words, how should he explain?Said that he just came to take a look, but couldn't help it?Said that he had been coveting him for a long time, so he had to take the opportunity to come here to relieve the pain of lovesickness?

"Can't tell?" Song Muyang sneered. He was in a bad mood, so he didn't intend to maintain a gentle or pure sunny appearance. He asked the real Song Muyang the question that he always wanted to ask, " Wang Li, do you think you are right about my sister? When my dad gave my sister to you, do you remember what you promised? You don’t worry about how my sister treats you, right? She Willing to marry you, a useless man, is this how you treat her?"

"I...I..." Wang Li retreated again and again under Song Muyang's questioning, and finally propped himself up in front of the desk, biting his lips showing shame.

No, this is just an illusion.

He has only been in the game for two or three days, but he is extremely talented in mastering the skills of seducing people.He tilted his head sideways, revealing his white and fragile neck, biting his lips, and his pear-blossoming appearance was most likely to arouse sadism.His hands were propped behind, and the front was wide open without a trace of defense. He was using body language to tell the other party, I can let you do whatever you want.He glanced at you from time to time, his timid and affectionate appearance silently expressing his longing.

Qin Su once spent his childhood in nightclubs, and he is no stranger to these gestures.

"Stay stubborn. Never repent."

Song Muyang turned around and walked out without hesitation, and closed the door heavily.

"Don't touch me, dirty."

The author has something to say:

Finished up the QAQ, sorry for being so late, next time I will update sooner...

Recently, he has been talking harshly about 233333, but from now on, the white moonlight and cinnabar mole in Wang Li's heart are the brothers-in-law who will never get it hahaha.

*****Not a joke*******

Shen Tianshu: You can call me a jungler when you are sinking~

[Uncle] Hua Xiangyang: Hehe, what a coincidence, my name is Hua Group, you can call me Group.

[Ancestor] Song Muyang: Oh, then I am not as good as you.My name is Song Luogong, you can call me Luogong. 【And their husband 23333】

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Very serious question~ 233333 has not been confirmed in this article, I don’t know who it is ╮(╯_╰)╭, it should not be Shen Tianshu, otherwise the character design will be heavy.Hmm...May be the next Moxiu to appear~ The character design comes from the protagonist of the book I plan to write later, but here it is inspired by hhhh