Cleanup not allowed [Quick Transmigration]

The dark thatched huts, the desolate tree-lined trails, it was as silent as if no one appeared here.

The boy was thinking like this, how he wanted to be sure that he was right, but a slap knocked him back to reality.

"The child of the bitch, hiccup, is the child of the bitch." A rather handsome middle-aged man belched and kicked the child lying on the ground, his red face looked like he hadn't drunk enough. drink less.

"Hic." The man hiccupped again, because of the forceful recoil just now, he couldn't stand still and sat on the ground.

"How dare you push me, you bastard." The man was furious. He was so drunk that he couldn't tell the difference between east, west, and north, but the foot that landed on the boy found the right head, and the foot was right in the center.

"Cough, cough cough." The boy coughed vigorously, his facial features twisted together, and he was beaten by those so-called brothers. He thought he could take a rest, but he didn't expect his father, who hadn't been here for several years, to break in suddenly.

It seems that the hands and feet are not my own anymore, the only feeling is pain, I have no other thoughts other than that, I can’t even hate, I can only lie on the ground numbly and endure one foot after another, my heart, ribs, abdomen , The face was hit after another, and the corner of the mouth was involuntarily spitting out blood, but the drunk man didn't seem to see it.

A bitch's child is a bitch's child.

The boy coughed again, thinking of that gentle mother, who is obviously a prostitute. Why is she so weak, unable to protect herself or the child, she just hugged him tenderly and shed tears of distress, then slapped him on the cheek Face, isn't it a bitch, then it's good to be a bitch.

The boy was thinking wildly, as long as he can live quietly, he can be anything, a bitch, or a bitch's child, as long as the mother is alive, as long as they can live.

Mother, mother, I miss you so much.

The numb eyes finally started to shed tears, I miss you, mother.

But everything is illusory, the woman's pale face and cold body, the winter is too cold, the food grown in the back mountain can't grow, the stored food is treated as a plaything by those young masters and ladies, the heavenly girl The flowers are scattered, leaving only cruelty.

The winter can't survive, the woman's body is too cold, the boy can no longer find warmth from the woman, and he will never be looked at by gentle eyes. He never thought that he hated the woman so much, and the tears on his face could not cover his eyes. The hatred in it, weakness, weakness, weakness...

The man squinted his eyes and looked vaguely at the person under his feet: "Ah Qing..."

The boy trembled when he heard the name. It was his mother's name.

"Woooo, Ah Qing."

The vicious man just squatted down and cried like a child.

The boy raised his head, and blood flowed from his head to his eyes. He was no stranger to the word father. The woman had always taught him this word, showing the gentle smile that usually only appeared when looking at him. She said don't hate Father, it was she who did something sorry for him.

The boy wanted to laugh, he knew what it was, the brothers had already spat at him again, they said he was a bastard, the kid his mother slept with.

So he asked: "Mother, what did you do?" The malicious words made the woman's face pale.

The woman's eyes were finally thinking that his father was showing pain. The boy looked at her shaking her head and sneered, but his hand just grabbed the woman to absorb warmth. The woman did something sorry to her father, but who is more of the two of them? What about the pain, the betrayed father, or... the forced mother.

"Ah Qing, Ah Qing."

The man's eyes were cloudy and he narrowed his eyes. He slowly climbed up to the boy lying on the ground, picked him up and slapped him across the face: "You bastard, why did you betray me? Sure enough, whores are just whores. live."

As he spoke, he roughly picked off the clothes of the person below him, and his bony body was exposed to the air, as if he had never been treated like this before, so he was a little dazed for a moment, but the man's next sentence let him know what he wanted to do.

"Bitch, are you just so impatient? Find a man behind my back, then I'll satisfy you now." The hot tongue licked the chest of the man under him, the boy gasped, his face turned pale, crazy Struggling was of no use but was slapped again.

Being stunned by that slap, it seems that I also feel pain in my stomach, father?Mother?Ha ha ha ha.

The boy laughed crazily, his legs were folded in front of his chest, and his private parts were unobstructed. The man with thin legs could hold them all with one palm, and the pitiful little root dangled and was grabbed. The power of resistance.

As it is now.

The grown-up body is no longer as weak and weak as a child's. His bony body is covered with a layer of thin and powerful muscles. Anyone can see the danger of the master, but it is ridiculous that he is now being put out with The same humiliating gesture back then.

Mo Li closed his eyes and his face was calm, as if what the other party had done was completely insignificant, and even his breathing was still steady. What happened 20 years ago came to mind, and what the person on his body did was the same as that time. First it was the collarbone, then the chest, then the abdomen, and then continued down. It was also... disgusting as always.

"The lord is so beautiful, even such a filthy place is so beautiful." Li Lang buried his head obsessively, and felt a slight tremor from the other party as he licked his tongue to the bulging place.

Disgusting, disgusting.

"Fortunately, Lang'er didn't kill the Lord, otherwise Lang'er would regret it for the rest of his life."

Disgusting, disgusting.

"Li Lang, I regret saving you." Mo Li opened his mouth but closed it tightly the next moment, always feeling like he would spit out if he opened his mouth again.

"I'm very glad to be honored by the Lord, otherwise Lang'er would have died long ago."

Mo Li froze, the plain expression on his face couldn't hold back anymore, a finger was inserted into a place that wasn't supposed to accept things, "Li Lang, even if I die, I won't let you go!"

Li Lang casually let out a oh, and the bright and angry face printed in his eyes became even more excited. He never felt as real as he does now, and the high-ranking lord was under his body to be played by him.

"Don't let it go, why don't you let it go, what can you do now." As he spoke, he picked up the silver mask that fell beside him and put it on the other person's face. Nodding in satisfaction, the lower body is even more swollen.

Mo Li never made a sound, but Li Lang felt that not making a sound made him more excited. How could the high and mysterious Lord be like the young lady he had slept with.

His fingers scraped lightly on the soft inner wall, which seemed to suck his soul away, and he couldn't help moaning, which made Mo Li feel sick to his stomach after hearing his voice.

Li Lang circled inside, and after a while he couldn't find the point, so he pulled out that finger dissatisfied, and after cutting it, he wanted to put two fingers in at the same time.

Mo Li raised his hand with difficulty, and his smooth nails became extremely sharp in an instant. Yes, it was the same as before, just like that time, the falling blood was really beautiful, that man, his father's blood, at that time he I vaguely thought that human blood is really hot.

His hand fell in the air and didn't touch the person on his body, but the blood from the other person's body splashed down and landed on his mask, making a dull sound.

The person on Mo Li's body fell down in response to the sound, as if he hadn't had time to react, with an intoxicated expression still remaining on his face.

Mo Li tried his best to open his eyes, his eyes were a little blurred due to the effect of the medicine, but he still saw the standing figure, and his expression was extremely ugly for a moment.

"Senior, don't look at me with such eyes, I'm obviously saving you." The person who spoke kicked the thing lying on Mo Li's body, and seemed to feel disgusted, and rubbed the ground with his toes like dust. It's all cleaner than that thing just now.

Xia Zhengxi hates those ungrateful people the most.

That's right, the person who came was Xia Zhengxi. Originally, he wanted to rush to Wanshan Villa overnight, but he didn't expect to encounter such an interesting thing on the way.

"How long have you been here?" Mo Li said hoarsely.

Xia Zhengxi touched his chin: "It probably started when your underwear was pulled apart."

That's not bad it's been there from the start.

Mo Li's eyes turned black, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. He had already used his internal energy to the limit just because he wanted to kill Li Lang, but now he was trembling with anger.

Xia Zhengxi squinted his eyes and looked at the scenery in front of him. Although the gorgeous face was covered by the mask again, on the contrary, it was the clothes that were pulled apart, and he could clearly see the trembling dogwood blooming because of the trembling of anger. , the clothes were pulled to the waist to reveal a tight waist, and the slender and powerful legs were wide open, but the clothes were loose and loose to cover important parts.

Xia Zhengxi sighed and shook his head regretfully, his eyes were still looking at the "excess" piece of cloth, in case a gust of wind blows it away.