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When he woke up again, Mo Ya found himself kneeling on the edge of a quagmire, prostrate, with his tongue full of mud, drawing something on his thigh.

He didn't raise his head, he just paused, his right hand hanging in the mud, gathering strength in silence.

"It's only 81 characters of '日', why did you stop." The Lime Club on the shore seemed to be enjoying it.

It was only then that Mo Ya realized that what he had traced with his tongue was the word "日" on the person's body, and he had traced 81 of them in detail along the way.

So he bent down and picked some more mud in the mire.

Very strange mud, slightly reddish in color, but not smelly at all, just astringent.

Holding the mouthful of mud, he supported Tienhui's right leg, whirled up, and traced two almost overlapping Japanese characters on his hip bone.

The moisture in the mud evaporated, and it seemed that countless tiny mouths were sucking the skin.

Tilia moaned in a low voice, stretched out her right hand, and grabbed Mo Ya's hair.

Mo Ya then moved over and lightly traced a very small Japanese character on his thing with the tip of his tongue.

"84!" Tilia would inhale, laughing long and full of desire.

Mo Ya lowered his head, and traced nine more in a row.

Linhui's breathing became heavier, she leaned back, and inserted her fingers deeply into Mo Ya's hair.

Confused, but it doesn't mean he has lost his guard, this is not the best time yet.

Mo Ya understands all this, but he has no way to continue.

Opened his mouth, bit off his lifeblood, then took advantage of the pain to strangle him by the throat, and pushed him into the quagmire.

Silently reading the essentials of each movement, he picked up the remaining mud with the tip of his tongue, and lightly traced the last word "日" on the mouth of the Linhui bell.

Tilia would tremble violently, her body tensed up, her head was thrown back, and her gaze was completely away from Mo Ya.

it's time.

Mo Ya held his breath, trying to keep his breath flowing, and opened his teeth.

"If you are determined to do something, and you want people to not notice it, at least you shouldn't hold your breath. Why, haven't I taught you this?"

After a while, Lin Hui's voice sounded in front of him.

Holding Pan me with his right hand, with almost no effort, Limehui lifted him up, then overturned, his right knee fell under gravity, hit his sternum viciously, and pressed him under his body.

Mo Ya didn't speak, although he didn't have the strength to resist, but he had the strength to hold his breath without moaning in pain.

"Every time Tai Sui's consciousness leaves and your consciousness wakes up, it is also the time when your control is the worst. Kill me? You can't even lift a stone now! Learn to be patient and wait for the right time. Didn't I teach you that!"

The second time Tilia would lift her knee high and hit his breastbone.

Every need, no matter how small it is just a bowl of rice, must be begged; and every mistake, no matter how small it is just a few millimeters missed by a bullet, must be punished.

This is how I get along with him.

20 years, all the same.

And among them, I actually loved him, more than once when he fell asleep, I was dazed, feeling that I was such a severe Stockholm Syndrome patient.

Just for this, he has to hold back, a mouthful of blood from frustration, he should be blocked in his chest by this mouthful of blood, suffocating to death.

"I taught you to be strong, the only totem is to be strong. But why, you have become so stupid and weak?"

After a while, Linhui came up again, looked sideways at his face, and his voice gradually softened.

Mo Ya gritted his teeth and remained silent.

He is already used to this person's moodiness.

"Do you know what you were doing just now?" Once soft, Lin Hui's voice is as rich and smooth as the best chocolate, silk satin: "You are begging me to love you. To beg me, promise me to use your tongue on me Draw a hundred Japanese characters. There are still a few short, but it doesn't matter, I like you, and you shouldn't care about someone you like."

"What were you thinking just now? Is there such a step in the plan?"

After a while, he picked up Mo Ya again, pressed his head into the quagmire, lowered his legs, and knelt down into a herringbone.

"I'm still six short." Limehui sighed, dipped his fingers in the mud, and slowly drew a Japanese character at the entrance of his backyard: "Why don't I come and see you off."

"How? Beg me to love you." Pulling me up, Tilia will pull the dying Mo Ya out of the quagmire: "Please, just like before."

Mo Ya still bit his lip.

Lime would sneer, and pressed him into the mire again, with his fingers dipped in the mud again, he poked his finger into the hole, bent his fingers, and actually wrote the word "日" on the inner wall.

"Please, I'll feed you. Make love to me and you'll become stronger." After finishing writing, he pulled Mo Ya up again.

Foaming blood began to flow up the chest, unstoppable.

Mo Ya didn't speak.

"Very good." Linhui sighed, put him into the pool, and found his bliss point with his fingers: "Well, if you don't ask me, I will let Tai Sui..., who will I kill? Oh yes, that little boy Fat monk, rape first and then kill, just like your brother, how about it?"

Mo Ya was struggling, and in the midst of his struggle, Lin Hui's fingers began to stroke his bliss point, getting heavier and more intense every time, writing that obscene Japanese character.

"Count to ten. Ten, nine, eight, seven..." Every time you count, the day gets drawn deeper, crushing Mo Ya's desire and soul: "I'm not that crazy, but don't force me Do what I said."

"three."

At the end of the countdown, Mo Ya was pulled up.

"two."

"one."

"Day me."

Finally, Mo Ya whispered, his voice was so sexy and beautiful.

Lin Hui showed his face, and held me tightly, La Moya put his head to his ear, and said: "Do all perverts say this: I didn't hear what you just said."

"Day me."

"I want you to beg me."

"Please fuck me."

When Mo Ya spoke, his words were correct, and then he clenched his teeth.

The blood rushing to his throat overflowed at this moment, not only permeated his jaw, but also poured into his nasal cavity, blood foamed from his nose, and fell into the quagmire in clusters.

"Who are you? Dare to live here!"

An hour later, everything was over, and after lying down by the muddy pond for a long while, Tiliahui heard the long-awaited shout.

"Cup of snow in the king's cup." Lime would lift his finger and blow the dried dust on it: "It's a pleasure to meet you."

"I ask who are you?!"

"We are who we are. Why, we can't come to this place? We're here to make ends meet. What about you Chu clan? Hundreds of beasts are here, what is it, Xueyue or Fenghua?"

Before he could say anything, he was already surrounded by hundreds of Xueyue Fenghua's 駮.

Probably because she was really angry, Cup Xue raised her front legs high, stood up straight, and transformed into a human form.

With silver armor and long spear, white hair and three zhangs, King Chu has always been a handsome general.

"In terms of style, you can be regarded as the number one in the Six Realms." Lime would tilt her head, still in that lazy posture, "But you are just a little bit of style, they call you the God of War, it really messes up the name of God of War Two words."

After speaking, he stretched out his hand and patted Mo Ya, who was covered in mud.

At this moment, Mo Ya's whole body was pitch-black, soaked in mud, and absolutely lacked any charm, but when he opened his eyes, his amber golden eyes shone strangely.

"The people of the Qu tribe are actually worthy of being called the God of War." He stood up and spread his right palm, not even looking at the angry Qus around him: "Probably because they have loud voices, and they don't need to beat drums to fight. .”

Linhui bowed his head, smiled, pulled out the sword from his waist, and handed it to his palm.

"3000 years..., even your sword is blunt." Mo Ya whispered while stroking his sword, swept the cup of snow from the corner of his eye, and immediately touched the ground with his toes, and flew to put the sword on his silver spear.

"Aren't you convinced? Then fire your gun!"

In the man's territory, the moment the weapons flashed against each other, he said, and immediately realized the ambiguity in this sentence, so the corners of his lips curled up silently.

The monster Tai Sui, after disappearing for almost 3000 years, finally returned to the world naked and covered in mud with such a posture.

After about an hour and a half, the battle ended.

King Hu was severely injured, and was nailed through the abdomen by his own spear, and he was framed alive on the mud floor.

Most of the more than a hundred cats were separated from their flesh and bones, and there were less than twenty of them who died or were wounded.

And after that, Mo Ya was panting heavily because of exhaustion.

When fighting with people, every line of the body will be tense, no matter how thin, the lines are full of strength and vitality.

This is Mo Ya, his incomparably beautiful Mo Ya.

Killer.

Facing the early summer wind, Lime would be a little intoxicated for a while, and after a while, she stretched herself and stood in front of Cup Snow.

Although Lin Tian would remind him to save his life, this shot... Mo Ya still stabbed hard enough.

"If I pull out the gun, you will die." Lime would go behind him and hold the gun, "Tell me where the hanging coffin is, and you will live. There are still nineteen left, and the Qu clan will still die." has hope."

"Pixiu is too old..." Beixue sneered, she is the king of the clan after all, and recognized them: "I have always been trustless and righteous."

"You should believe that after 3000 years, everything will change." Linden would whisper, pulling out the spear an inch.

"Monsters are monsters after all!"

The gun shot out a foot, and blood flowed down the tip of the gun in one vein.

The nineteen 駮 prostrate on the mud exchanged glances with each other.

"I'll ask again, where is the hanging coffin!"

When Tilia finished speaking, Mo Ya's eyes changed, and the amber gold quickly retracted, shrinking into a thin line.

This time he didn't hold his breath, but held the sword directly, and slashed at Linhui with all his strength.

Lin Hui couldn't, so he had to pull out the spear and collide with him.

Without the flames, Linhui's tiger's mouth with the gun was directly shattered, and a trace of blood burst out.

And the nineteen 駮 also spoke at this time, gathering all the remaining spiritual power, their voices intertwined with each other, and they screamed earth-shatteringly.

The sound of the 駮 was like a drum, a drum that shook the sky, the sound was like a heavy hammer, and within a moment, it fell on the already exhausted Mo Ya's internal organs, knocking him out.

"You will never know where the hanging coffin is. And the Moonlight King will surely wake up and destroy you pair of monsters with his own hands!"

In this precious gap, Bei Xue finally escaped, turned into a beast and faced the mid-air, struggled to escape after leaving such a sentence.