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But lying on the ground for a while, the burned skin has already adhered to the ground.

Mo Ya stood up, heard the sound of blood and flesh being torn, held his breath, put his head on the ground, and climbed into a shallow pond not far away in an indecent way.

The oil pan was set up by the prison pool, and Ksitigarbha, who has never been very generous, spent all his money this time.

According to legend, those who are imprisoned in the pool will heal immediately from their injuries.

But when Mo Ya was immersed in the water, he could only see the blood froth spreading out silently in the black water.

Different from the previous pain that burst a little bit in the oil pan, this time the pain is contracted and more tolerable.

Mo Ya then hung his head by the pool, looking at a cockroach crawling around on the ground.

How strange that there are cockroaches in the underworld.

It is even more strange that the cockroach was trampled to death by a humanoid beast.

It's Truth Listening, who flicked his sleeves and left before, but now he came back with a bowl in his hand.

There is medicine in the bowl, very viscous black concoction, it really looks like hell.

"Although you don't know that those are your parents and younger brother, I still hate you."

Di Ting snorted, went to the edge of the pool and squatted down.

"Thank you for your love."

"Can your hand hold a medicine bowl?"

"No, you can feed me mouth to mouth."

Di Ting immediately turned his face, and went to the pool to get his hand.

It's the left hand, the five fingers are still there, but the flesh and blood are sticking together.Mo Ya didn't lie.

Di Ting was a little speechless, and put his hand back.

"Put the bowl down, I'll eat." Finally, Mo Ya became serious and said something serious.

Perhaps it was too much consumption, after Di Ting put down the bowl, he stared at the medicine bowl in a daze for a while, thoughtful.

The listening ears moved with the wind.

A dark room, a concrete room, 13-year-old Mo Ya has a slender figure, although very thin, but every ounce of his flesh is too tight. At this moment, he is black and blue from the cold, lying naked on the ground.

It was mid-autumn, but it wasn't too cold, but he felt cold because he was very, very hungry.

The room was not completely closed. Although the door was sealed, there was a rectangular hole at the base of the wall.

Outside the cave, there is a bowl of vegetable rice, which has been spoiled for three days, with a sour smell and foam.

People who are so hungry and thirsty that they are dying have no such thing as dignity. Mo Ya has gone through that dog hole long ago, more than once, but every time he gets stuck on his shoulder, no matter how much flesh is scratched, it is impossible to get through.

People say that adversity breeds wisdom, and this hole finally taught Mo Ya a new skill.

After trying three times, he actually learned to unload his right shoulder joint.

The one-shoulder dislocation still couldn't pass, and he actually removed his left shoulder again.

In this way, he crawled out of the hole, and because the scapula could not be reset, he quickly learned a new skill.

He eats with his mouth like a dog, and he swept away a bowl of spoiled vegetables and rice after 2 minutes.

"Eating with your mouth can actually be done in a variety of ways."

Because it was triggered, the recollection was very brief, and soon Mo Ya stopped feeling emotional, stretched his head over, and opened his mouth to bite the side of the bowl.

Listening madly, he scratched his hair with both hands, finally couldn't help it, went to hold the bowl, and fed him carefully.

The medicine from the underworld was really bitter, but Mo Ya drank it with his head up, but suddenly he felt in a trance.

After the age of six, only one person in this world had ever given him medicine.

The monk's medicine is always lukewarm, just right. If it is bitter, he will hold a sweet apricot in his hand, the kind he soaked himself.

It's a pity that Yao Moya always refused to drink it properly, the only one who was interested in sweet apricots, one day he simply ate half a jar of sweet apricots soaked by the monk with his anger.

"The apricots soaked by the monk are delicious, but the plums are more sour." Di Ting, who had a heart of gossip, unconsciously listened to the other person's voice, and then unconsciously answered the words, and then he was suddenly taken aback.

"Don't think about the monk anymore! He is good to everyone in this world, not just you!!" He raised his eyebrows immediately after he was stunned.

Strangely, this time Mo Ya didn't reply, but just said "oh".

The smell of medicine was transpiring, and there was a bitterness in the air.

Sure enough, Mo Ya didn't think about that thread, or anything else.

After all, Di Ting's heart was softer. He squatted by the pool, played with his earlobe for a while, and finally changed the subject first: "Who is that person who locked you in a dark room and left you a dog hole?"

Mo Ya raised his eyes and looked at him silently.

"Are you laughing at me for gossip?" Di Ting snorted: "Okay, I don't care if I didn't ask."

"He is my adoptive father. He raised me up, blocked the gun for me, and then asked me to kill my parents with my own hands. Who is he, why did he do this, and why he still refuses to let me go. I actually want to know the answer to the question.”

As a result, Mo Ya, who paused for a moment, replied, basically sincerely, his eyes passed through the listening, without focus, and fell to a desolate distance. The national teacher returned to the altar, and it was almost dusk.

The sunless sky began to blow, and there was sand in the wind, like a puff of yellow smoke, cloudy, faintly present, covering the world with a strange poetic flavor.

"You're here?" Lime would come from behind him, hugging and licking his neck, biting the slightly exposed collarbone, "How is things going?"

"smoothly."

This reply made Lin Hui feel very emotional. He put his hand into the neckline of the national teacher and caressed arrogantly, "Very good."

There is a dry and hot atmosphere in the wind and sand.

It was dark for a moment.

The national teacher hurriedly took off all his clothes, revealing Xiang Tienhui's young body and well-proportioned legs.Then, he turned and knelt down, bowing devoutly, with his back to Linhui.

Lime would smile, stepped forward and patted him on the back, grabbed his hair, and stabbed him.

The quivering flames in the altar lamps go out.

Lin Hui's movements became more and more intense, and the national teacher's body gradually adapted to this fierce madness.

Pain and joy coexist, he closes his eyes...

It was a few months ago that he met Tienhui, not long after he bought the official position of national teacher with money.

This national teacher is not very capable, he has plenty of money, and he loves to collect gods, beasts and ghosts.He loves to lock fierce spirits and divine beasts together and watch them fight each other.

always.

Until the strongest one is decided.

The battles of raw power made him extremely excited.

After that, he raised the strongest one as a pet.

I remember that one rainy night, a group of hunters came to him and brought a cage.

The cage is covered with thick cloth, which is tight.

Lift the cloth.Then, he saw a Pixiu.

This Pixiu was sick, his eyes were red from a high fever, but even if he showed a sickness, his expression was quite domineering.

The lines are full of vigor, and the outline is strength.

It is true that Xin Guoshi was fascinated. He took good care of Pixiu and arranged a powerful fight.

Suanni vs Pixiu.

So, he spent a lot of money, bought the best wine, and ordered the most beautiful girl from the No. [-] brothel in the capital.

Prepare to conquer the beauties while admiring the beasts killing each other.

The beauty is really beautiful, and the wine is really fragrant.

In the cage full of spells, the fight was really wonderful.

And the national teacher was riding on the beautiful woman, and was busy for a moment, the peerless beauty suddenly screamed, and retreated desperately, her beautiful face was distorted and deformed by the expression of fear.

He turned his head and followed the beauty's gaze.

Suan Ni's left and right split corpse almost hit his head.The beauty who was about to escape couldn't stand the fright any longer and passed out.

The cage full of charms was torn apart.

Pixiu strolled over, the evil spirit surging into the sky gradually receded, and when the national teacher saw it clearly, he was already in a vivid human form.

Pixiu with a vivid human shape is fiddling with his shoulders and neck, and his tendons and joints are creaking, as if his muscles and bones are slowly stretching after not moving for a long time.

The national teacher knelt down, his hands on the ground, and he was stunned.

"Aren't you going to run away?" Pai Yao asked as he lightly stomped on the Imperial Master's back.

The national teacher raised his head and saw Aowu barely touching his face.This kind of powerful beauty makes people surrender.

So beautiful.

So, he couldn't help but lick it gently with his mouth.

He is not worshiping the strong, but obsessed.

Now, after a month has passed, Tilia will fully recover physically, and the strong will be stronger, and this obsession can no longer be added, to the point of being cheap.

Because the final posture was riding, Tilia got some dirt on his body, so he rolled his tongue and carefully licked it off for him bit by bit.

"You are not him." Linden, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke.

"what?"

"You're not him, so I don't want to do it again."

The national teacher was a little panicked, kneeling on his waist, not knowing what to do.

"Because intercourse with him can make you stronger?" After a while, the national teacher was cautious.Regarding Pixiu and Tai Sui, Linhui also revealed something to him.

Lime would not speak.

There is no need to reveal his thoughts to this irrelevant cannon fodder.

In another time and space, during the night with Mo Ya, when Mo Ya fell asleep, he would often move his limbs, put them in a curled up position, and then light a cigarette to watch him.

Through this posture, he can trace Mo Ya's appearance in the mother's womb, and portray this appearance over and over again, telling himself repeatedly that since that fertilized egg came to the womb, he was a mistake, an unforgivable exploitation .

No matter what he looks like, how he stabs his heart, this mistake is deeply rooted, entrenched in every part of his flesh and blood.

Because of these, he often arouses desire, pinches his shoulders, wants him again and again, overturns his fancy, cuts his skin with the tip of a hot and ink-stained knife, and carves various tattoos.

It seemed that his blood could quench his thirst and quench the monster growing in his chest.

Therefore, no one will be him again.

Just like standing on a cliff, there is always a desire to jump.Deep in his heart, he even longed for a moment when he would become stronger, and then hold a white blade and pierce himself through his heart.

He is his cliff.

The only cliff.

"What will happen to me if I find him?" The cannon fodder on the side was still struggling.

what will happen to youWho cares, who cares, who fucking wants to know!

"You may die, or you may not. It depends on whether you can find him, and how long it takes."

In the end, Lime could bear his temper and answered, stretched his legs, and swept the poor man off the bed.