Spring copy

Stained with flesh and blood, clothes fragments, gone with the wind.

Bloody half wall.

The naked Mo Ya was nailed to the cliff, his whole body was blood red, and he had a shocking beauty.

Linden could draw his sword, and the blood blossomed into the sky, splashing his face.Linden would lick her lips and smear the blood from the corner of her mouth into her belly.

A humiliating love affair is temporarily over.

There are many interesting things in this world.

It's actually possible to have sex at such a high level.

For another example, at the moment he is holding a gadget that looks like a willow branch, which is called: Climb Me.

The so-called Dunhuang specialties must be folded before the Ching Ming Festival.

Lime would casually implant "Pan Wo" into Mo Ya's backyard.

When I was soaked in the turbid liquid, I suddenly had a kind of vitality, split into two, and quickly penetrated into Mo Ya's body.

The world is silent.

Climb me, from the left and right clavicles, spew out freely, bringing blood flowers to the sky, one on each side, the linden will be firmly held in the palm of the hand, like the reins of a horse.

Climbing me into the body will make the body think, let the mind think, the most primitive but most eternal desire in this world.

Mo Ya whimpered in a coma.

Tilia would frown, thinking that Mo Ya would wake up in pain and let out a shrill cry.

but no.

A little disappointed.

Tilia would bend her fingers, lift Mo Ya's jaw, and kiss him hard.

Mo Ya's smell has changed a bit, and this smell will make Tilia think of that damned monk involuntarily.

It's disgusting.

How to deal with it.

"No hurry," Tien would slowly tighten the noose on Mo Ya's collarbone, and after finishing the knot, he said to himself, "Next, where shall I take you to play?"

There was no answer, because Mo Ya still didn't wake up.

Or, he is adapting to Tai Sui consciousness, or Tai Sui is adapting to his new body.

Also, no rush.

Tilia will wait patiently.There was really no rush, because he waited steadily for a long time.

That day, his eyes were pitch black.

Someone sighed above him, saying sorry, something happened, something happened to his body.

"From today onwards, you will be called the Lime Society."

The person who said these words claimed to be Bai Ze, but he was actually a divine beast.

After that, he finally figured out the situation, he was a classic Pixiu in his previous life.

That lucky monster with no asshole actually had such a legendary life.

Later, he knew that his ex-wife raped Tai Sui needed a body.

So who will be Tai Sui?

"The person you love is Tai Sui's body. Besides, he is here too..." Bai Ze replied.

Tilia would look up and laugh.

The answer couldn't be more obvious - Mo Ya.

It can only be Mo Ya.

He is also quite satisfied with this answer.

So how can Mo Ya become the real Tai Sui?

Then the ninth door must be opened first.

"The Moonlight King cursed with his heart. To untie the bell, the person who tied the bell must be used. Therefore, he must use his heart to untie the curse willingly."

"Isn't the Moonlight King dead?"

"He's reincarnated too."

"That's easy." Thus, Linhui and Bai Ze set up this trap together.

Let out the news, the rumors about the Nine Doors can go anywhere.It even hinted that the eminent monk Naxu is the key to open the door.

"I know Mo Ya. Mo Ya will definitely want to go back, so he will definitely find Na Xu."

Admittedly, everything slowly fell into place.

The sacrifice was quite big, and he let the reincarnated Moonlight King stay with Mo Ya.

The purpose is to open the door, the purpose is to make Mo Ya a veritable Tai Sui, and the purpose is to make Mo Ya so powerful.

Very hard work.

He was almost blind for life, but luckily he gathered the aura from both eyes in one eye, and although he could see with only one eye later, the result was not bad.

Especially when he saw Mo Ya surrendering under his body again, he felt a sense of accomplishment.

Going around is life.

Life is irresistible.

Accept your fate, dear Mo Ya.

Linden would proudly lift the sword, and lick the blood on the sword with the tip of her tongue.

The sword refracted light and reflected Mo Ya's face.

At this time, Mo Ya suddenly opened his eyelids, and snatched the sharp blade of Linhui with his hands. Immediately, with a flip of his wrist, the sword pierced Tiliahui's ribs.

Eye to eye, Mo Ya squinted in confusion: "Pixiu?"

Lime would feel pain, and before he could react, Mo Ya had already quietly jumped to the ground.

"Where are you going?"

Mo Ya didn't look back, but turned his head slightly, hesitantly said: "I want to find a monk."

Linhui didn't stop her, grinning grinningly.

Mo Ya, even if he is possessed by Tai Sui, he still doesn't give up.

It is not difficult to find monks.

It is common sense that there must be monks in every monastery.

During the evening classes at Ying'en Temple, an unexpected visitor came to the hall.He strode straight into the hall, and the night wind brought him ruthlessly blew out a few candles.

The visitor was lean, naked, bruised and bloodstained.

After a commotion, the presiding officer was very self-cultivated, and kindly asked what was the matter with the visitor.

The naked man looked around and shook his head: "The person I'm looking for doesn't seem to be here."

"I'm very disappointed." He squatted down, his shoulders trembling slightly, as if he couldn't cry.

All the monks in the temple were speechless.

After a while, the man raised his head, and under the candle, he could clearly see his monstrous face and dazzling eyes: "It's compensation for you to have sex with me."

"Benefactor, are you crazy?" After a long time, the host stammered out a sentence.

The crazy benefactor threw out a charming smile, and put on a seductive pose: "Come on, ravage to your heart's content, Mr. Bao is satisfied. I will have the final say on what will happen next."

The next day is dawn.

Mo Ya lowered his hands, corpses lay on the ground under his feet, blood flowed like a river,

The corpses are in various poses, this one has no hands, that one has no legs, all of them are monks, bald monks.

Mo Ya bowed his head, fortunately his body was not broken, and his spirit was very good.

He remembered everything after opening the Ninefold Gate, and his consciousness after that could be described as flickering.

As for how to get here and what happened here, he has no idea.

Raising his head, the Bodhisattva lowered his eyebrows, blood dripping from his benevolent eyebrows.

Correct.

He remembered that he was going to see Nao.That Bai Ze has been using clouds to hold fog, playing tricks, his words cannot be trusted; he is a born liar, and he has deceived himself, so monk Naxu must be alive.

Touching his hair, the ends of his hair were covered with flesh and blood, it would definitely be unpleasant to face Na Xu like this.He has to wash.

So he closed the gate of the temple, and carefully brushed himself back and forth 37 times with cool and sweet well water.

After the skin was thinned by three hairs, the reflection reflected that there was no hostility between the brows, so he was satisfied. He found a clean dress, searched for some incense money, and rushed to find Na Xu.

The outside of the temple is green, fat, red and thin, and Tilia will wrap his arms around him, slowly raise his eyes, look at the direction where Mo Ya disappeared, and follow behind leisurely.

Four days later, the mighty Mo Ya came to the place where he was separated from Master Chunliang.

The streets are bustling with people, and the goods on the small stalls on both sides are dazzling.Mo Ya stood in a steamed stuffed bun shop, and spent all his money to buy plain steamed stuffed buns of various sizes. After the stuffed buns were finished, he took a deep breath and walked quickly into the inn where they were staying, just in time to meet the person who had brought them into the room earlier. The shop waiter, Mo Ya grabbed him and said, "Where is my monk, is he dead?"

"Ah!" The waiter's face turned blue, and then he spat, "Bah! Good luck. Who said that the inn is dead?"

Mo Ya laughed unconsciously, but his eyes suddenly became hot.

"That eminent monk just passed away, just passed away, understand?"

"What? What about the corpse?" Mo Ya suddenly laughed.

"Where is the corpse?" The waiter spat again, and said earnestly, "Guest officer, you are late. Five days ago, the little chubby monk borrowed a donkey cart crying and transported the golden body away."

"Are you sure he's dead, how did he die?"

"The entire left chest is a bloody hole, can you still not die?"

really dead?

Mo Ya didn't believe it!After being stunned for a while, Mo Ya pushed Xiao Er away and ran all the way to the place where they lived before.

Sure enough, people go to the empty building.

The doors, windows, and pillars are covered with various talismans, and the nose smells like incense.

The spring breeze is gentle, and even the crows on the house are not particularly scary.

It's not bleak at all.

Mo Ya almost laughed out loud: "Liar." He squatted down, opened the paper bag that wrapped the buns in his arms, and ate the vegetarian buns slowly, bite by bite.

One bite after another.

Slowly, without stopping.

Suddenly, his hands trembled, and the bun in his arms rolled to the ground.Mo Ya still squatted down and picked it up step by step.

The steamed stuffed bun was stained with the incense ash from making it. Mo Ya took a look and bit off.

The smell of incense is unbearable.

Nasu still smelled good.Once Mo Ya boasted that Master's body smell was fresh and outstanding, Naxu modestly said that it was related to the Burning Love Curse.

I always thought that kind of feeling was warm when I recalled it; but looking at it now, I feel happy.

really happy.

By the way, the Burning Love Curse...

Mo Ya suddenly seemed to be struck by lightning, and his whole body went numb.

Burning passion becomes a curse, Mo Ya will feel it to some extent, but now, it is empty.

Nothing, no more ties.

The Burning Love Curse has been solved.

This curse seal, which is said to be undone only by death, has been undone.

For three years, Na Xu always sighed and smiled lightly, always with a light stroke, never eye-catching, as light as the wind.

Suddenly the wind passed and nothing was left.

And there is no one in this world to accompany him in joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys.