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Wending City in the Xiaosuo desert is a fancy world with everything to eat, drink, whore and gamble.

Let the yellow sand fly, and there will always be a sultry and sluggish heat in the city.

It will take eight days for the master to go out of the pit and chase him to Wending City.After eight days of traveling day and night, he was so sleepy that he couldn't keep his eyelids open. As soon as he entered the city, he nestled in a secluded alley and fell asleep.

Unfortunately this time, he didn't fall asleep, and not long after he closed his eyes, he heard many random footsteps coming from the end of the alley.

"Smartly hand over the money you just won."

"I'm sorry, it's my nature to only go in and out." The answer was quite peaceful.

The master frowned.

It turned out that there are many gambling houses in this alley.

It is common for a gambler to win a lot of money and be missed when he goes out.

After the master figured out the reason, he stood up in a very ethical manner, intending to leave the wrong place quickly.

Unexpectedly, he just took a few steps away when he heard someone calling behind him.

"Hey! Help me send these bastards away." The voice was very cold.

The master turned his head away and glanced at the people surrounded in the middle.

"calls me?"

"Yes."

Where is the attitude of the rescuer?The master raised his eyebrows and asked, "Why should I help you?"

"Because you are a master, because I am blind." The man said lightly.

The master squinted his eyes and took a closer look.

In the dark alley, the man's gray robe was loose, with a desolate indifference.It looks like a fine brushwork before, with Langhao's brushwork, the prototype is sketched out shallowly, it seems to be there, it is not real.

Looking at it more realistically, the person speaking has a pair of slender eyes, the gray eyes are covered with a layer of fog, and the eyes are dull, as if everything around them can be frozen in such eyes.What a blind man.

Just as he was hesitating, someone patted the master on the shoulder, and the gangster who took the lead said: "Beggars, die while you die, don't worry about it."

The master concentrated his attention, he should blame himself for being a bit rusty in his clothes, which made him easy to be misunderstood.He silently guarded the calm sentiment of the master.

"You sent them away for me, and I'll give you a bag of water." The blind man raised his lips and chuckled.

"Blind man, you are blind, and your brain is not clear? You actually put your hopes on a stinky beggar."

The ending sound landed, and the master began to roll up his sleeves.

Hey, do as the Romans do.Here, water is more expensive than gold.

After a while, amidst the howling ghosts and howling wolves, the "smelly beggar" swept across the area, showing his incisive martial arts cultivation.

After a gust of wind, all the clamor in the alley was blown away.

From start to finish, it took this little time.

The blind man hooked the water bag belt with his index finger and stood with his back.

The water bladder swayed back and forth, carrying a bit of arrogance as if he stayed aloof.

The master stepped forward to take out the water bag, and poured a few mouthfuls.

Fun!The chest tightness and resentment for many days finally dissipated.

"How do you know I'm a master if you can't see it?"

"I'm blind, but I'm not deaf. I can hear. Just by listening to your footsteps, you can tell that your skills are pure." The blind man smiled.

The master snorted out his nostrils, with the air of "you know the goods".

"Heroes are good at kung fu, and I'm lucky in gambling, why don't you and I cooperate once."

"How to cooperate?"

"I bet money, you escort. Win enough money for a while."

"No time." The master wiped his mouth and coolly refused. He still has tasks.

"If you lose, it's mine. If you win, you get fifty-five cents of the money." The blind man smiled lightly.

The integrity of the masters began to waver.

Today there is wine and today is drunk.

Wending City's "Jinzhao" wine shop is the most famous, and there are many drunk customers every night.

"Good wine!" The master changed into a new robe, shaking the wine jar with one hand.Drinking alcohol makes your tongue big, and you can't speak very well.There is such a good wine in the barren land, today is the right time.

Before lighting the lamp, he is already drunk, and when he has money, he loves to be cheap, and when he is drunk, he falls down in the "today."

The blind man didn't answer, but stroked the rim of the wine glass with his fingertips, his tone was cold, as if it didn't match the sweet and crispy smell around him at all.

"Blind man, you are a friend and a brother!" The master raised his wine jar, "I have decided to make you my friend! By the way, what is your name?"

The blind man withdrew his smile and made a deep note: "Tianhui."

"My name is Gao Shou."

"Just called a master?" The blind man was surprised.

The master shook his head, cleared his throat and added: "High and low, stick to it."

It turned out to be such a "high guard".

Before Lin Tian could sneer, Gao Shou put his hands on his head and narrated his miserable experiences in his youth.

The Gao family was originally named after a pen, with a scholarly family.

Shou means to keep.

Therefore, Gao Shou was originally a good name, but he didn't know who was wicked, so he spread rumors, and in the end it came out that the Gao family had hidden dragons and crouching tigers, capable of both literature and martial arts, and that the family had a top master.

Ever since, at the age when Gao Shou was still running nose, people from Gao's family often came to ask for posters and send books to challenge.

In the end, the innocent people in the rivers and lakes found out that it was a misunderstanding, so they assumed the posture of seeing each other in the rivers and lakes and smiling forever, and fled away in the sky.The Gao family could only look up at the crescent moon and lament that they could not see the end of their lives.

However, if they encountered unreasonable masters, the Gao family had no choice but to bite the bullet and spend money to eliminate disasters.

And Gao Shou, who has grown weak since he was a child, is even more unlucky. Whenever he goes out the door, there will always be bad boys kicking him over, and then laughing grinningly: "Aren't you a master? Let's see if you are taller." .”

The days are long, and no one can bear it.

Go and change the name, ask the local water master, if it is necessary, changing the name will be evil.As a last resort, Gao Shou's father sent the eight-year-old Gao Shou to the deep mountains and old forests to learn martial arts.

Before going out, Gao Shou was asked to kneel on the ancestral tablet and swear that he would not go down the mountain unless he became a master.

Linhui tilted her head, held Gao Shou's shoulders, and asked softly, "What you learned is..."

"How do you know I learn this kung fu?" Gao Shou leaned back in surprise.

"Didn't I say it earlier, I can't see with both eyes, but it doesn't mean I can't hear. Your foundation is so pure." The lights on the pavilion flickered, and the pupils cast into the Linhuihui were even more dim. "Now you have finally achieved fame?"

"Gong is practiced, it's a name, it depends on whether the task assigned by the emperor can be completed."

"What task?" Tilia would say goodbye, casually.

"Spy on a man named Mo Ya." Gao Shou's drunkenness had nothing to do with it.

As soon as the words were finished, the carved wooden window facing Gao Shou suddenly opened.The wind and sand whizzed towards his face, and Gao Shou felt something suddenly appear out of thin air in front of him, and rushed over to cover his face tightly.

He yelled "ah", which interrupted the music in the pavilion.

Tilia at the side quickly reached out and groped to remove the thing from Gao Shou's face, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, it looks like a piece of paper."

Gao Shou was half awake from the wine, looked down and saw that it was indeed a piece of rotten paper.

Make a fool of yourself!

Gao Shou rolled his eyes and didn't dare to raise his head immediately. He felt that everyone's eyes on the whole floor were fixed on him.

"This one……"

"By the way, you just said that the man's name is Mo Ya?" Lin Hui asked unhurriedly.

The waiter came over to close the window knowingly.As soon as the wind and sand died down, the music from the pavilions played again, and everything was as usual.

Gao Shou was relieved.Fortunately, Tilia was blind and could not see his embarrassment.

"Well, his name is Mo Ya! This guy never likes to be kind to himself, and he grinds his teeth while sleeping. The sound of grinding his teeth can scare people to death." Gao Shou recalled the suffering he had suffered in the past few months, and he threw his neck back and drank angrily.Unexpectedly, after just one experience, what I drank was a sip of wine and half a sip of sand.

Gao Shou spat a few times, just about to scold someone.

Unexpectedly, when he raised his head, he looked into a pair of evil eyes.In an instant, his whole body seemed to have fallen into a pool of spring water. He was soaked in this spring water, ups and downs, feeling his body and mind being scratched.

And the owner of Jianshui's eyes holds a peacock's gorgeous tail feather in his mouth.

Against the backdrop of the peacock feathers, his eyes were blue.

Bullying Gao Shou, he swept his tail feathers over Gao Shou's chin ambiguously.

The feather man leaned down ghostly, blowing into Gao Shou's ear, put his hand on his chest, and drew circles slowly. "Guest, do you want to come with me?"

In just this moment, the air was filled with ambiguity.

The scented feathers made Gao Shou tremble all over, and waves of disturbance followed closely behind.

When the wine is not intoxicating, everyone is intoxicated by himself. Gao Shou is drunk and falls in the arms of the beauty.

After walking for a long time, I walked deeper and deeper into the desert, but found nothing.

The little monk's appetite has always been stimulated, and he quickly ate up the dry food he brought, so he began to complain: "Listen, do you know the direction? If you continue to walk in this desert, we will starve." La."

Di Ting frowned, but his eyebrows were naturally curved, and he seemed a little happy, and said: "I don't know, last time I heard something, it should be nearby."

After speaking, he pricked up his ears again, and was silent for a while.

Everyone looked at him expectantly.

"Qian Zhixian got on good terms with his master again. He is such a big and rough person, yet his master actually called him Yiwazi." After a long time, he said this, covered his mouth, and giggled like a gossip.

Na Yan rolled his eyes, and threw a date stone over with his hands.

Na Xu still had a good temper, came down to feed the camel, and said, "Why don't we take a rest, I don't think Donor Mo's situation is very good."

"Ah?" Mo Ya's head stretched out from the side: "I'm fine, very, very fine, Master doesn't need to care about me so much."

"You have a fever, and it's very high. I brought you medicine."

This time Mo Ya was very cooperative, and immediately opened his mouth wide.

There was no other way, so Na Xu had to feed him, give him medicine and water, and in the end he caught his finger in his mouth and was sucked lewdly.

"Your fingers are very sweet." This one smiled shyly.

Nasu lowered his eyes, as usual Gujing Wubo, ready to feed him the second medicine.

Mo Ya opened his mouth even wider, and was about to blaspheme for the second time, but suddenly there was something strange behind Na Xu, a gust of sand suddenly rose, and a huge thing suddenly gushed out from the bottom of the sand.

"Bi Yi, another Bi Yi!" Di Ting, who was busy listening in the corner, finally came back to his senses.

It was already too late, and Na Xu, who was holding a pill in his hand, had no time to turn around, and the front paws of the giant bird had already poked over, covering the sky with dust, and immediately blindfolded him.

"Be careful with your eyes!" Di Ting shouted behind him.

Na Xu held his breath, there was no time to activate the incantation, he only heard a faint whistling of sharp wind, and it reached his ear in an instant.

This Biyi seems to be determined to take revenge. It has been lurking in the sand bottom for a long time, and its goal is very clear. The first step is to catch Na Xu's eyes.

Everyone was overwhelmed, except Mo Ya who was already half-dead from illness.

Like a cheetah attacking suddenly, his body was like an arrow, and he rushed towards Biyi head-on.

Bizyi was hindered, let out a sharp whistle, picked him up like a sword with claws, and then threw him down viciously.

Na Xu took the opportunity to activate the spell, and the rosary beads shone with sharp light. This time, he exerted all his strength, and the light split into nine parts, like a heavy lotus, and immediately cut the undead who were in love with each other into nine streaks of dust and smoke.

Silence returned to the desert, and the sun shone with smoke overhead, as if nothing had happened.

Except for Mo Ya's horrible scar from shoulder to waist.

"Very well, you owe me your life now." The pervert whispered, with an expression of enjoyment, and passed out with a smile on his lips.

"The beast I discovered this time is definitely a unique divine beast. You have never seen it before, and there is absolutely no record on the Bai Ze map!" Di Ting pouted, very unwilling.

"But Donor Mo was injured, we have to give up." Na Xu still had a good temper.

"Oh." Di Ting said to his fingers, "So shall we go back to the temple?"

"Let's go out to the desert first, look for medicinal materials, and then naturally go back to the temple."

"Oh. Then...then...then I have something else to do."

"where are you going?"

It was already too late for Na Xu's call, and Di Ting, who was born with a surname of Xian and could not stop, had already swung his arms and left the stall and ran at least three feet away.

"Brother, do you think he will die?"

Half a day later, in the stable of the inn, that sad face looked at Mo Ya.

"probably not."

"Brother, I'm very hungry. Are we going to sleep here tonight? It smells like horse shit."

Na Xu sighed, looking at the unconscious but smiling Mo Ya, he finally made up his mind.

"Take my string of rosary beads as a pawn. Hundred-year-old agarwood is worth some money." Finally he said: "After pawning, remember to go to the pharmacy to buy medicine first, and then buy food."

After being moved to a clean big bed, Mo Ya finally ground his teeth and announced the end of the coma.

"You owe me your life." The first thing he did when he woke up was to reiterate his status as a creditor.

Naxu nodded, "I do owe my life to the benefactor."

"Master, you can consider agreeing with your body."

Na Xu stopped talking, bowed his head in a good-tempered manner, and went to untie his clothes: "I'll apply medicine for you, it may hurt, bear with it."

Mo Ya shrugged and spread his arms out flat.

When he was out of the desert, Na Xu used local materials and gave him some medicine to stop the bleeding, but after all, the treatment was crude, as soon as the cloth around the wound was removed, blood seeped out together with the medicine.

Na Xu's forehead was sweating, as if it was him who was in pain, he took a veil and dipped it in water, and cleaned his wound bit by bit.

"You don't seem to be very afraid of pain." Typically looking for something to say.

Mo Ya lowered his eyes slightly, and said, "I'm used to it." He looked neither painful nor itchy, heartless.

Na Xu then continued to clean up, wringing out handkerchief after handkerchief after handkerchief. By the way, he raised his eyes and saw the scald on Mo Ya's collarbone.

Standard circular burns around the right collarbone, deep and shallow, I don't know how many there are.

"What are these?" Nasu took a breath.

"He's hot, he's used to it, he likes to put out fires with me."

"Who is he?"

"The person who raised me." Mo Ya replied, not intending to speak deeply.

That Xu Zhiqu didn't ask any more questions, but his eyes swept down involuntarily.

The burns didn't seem to appear anymore, they were mainly concentrated on the collarbone, and his eyes involuntarily stopped on Mo Ya's right chest.

On the tip of his right nipple, he wore a slender silver ring, made of unknown material, which shone seductively.

Mo Ya raised his eyes, looked at him, depraved, and spoke softly, as if smiling: "This is also what he wears, and he has worn it many times. When you look at this ring, do you also have a desire to want to wear it?" To pull it and pull it...until you pull it off?"

Naxu paused for a moment, and was moved by the voice, as if he saw a pair of fingers on Mo Ya's chest, the silver ring was pulled, Mo Ya's body arched, and with a "poof", the silver ring was pulled out with blood. ...

The smell of blood seems to be real, like a wandering soul swaying into his heart, breeding a blood flower of desire.

The heart is beating, "thump-thump-thump", and the rhythm is irregular.

Mo Ya was smiling, took his hand, and flicked the silver ring lightly.

With a sound of "ding", his soul and body were numb, Na Xu's face was red, and he withdrew his hand as if he had been scalded.

Mo Ya laughed, put his hand on his forehead, squinted at him, and said, "Master seems to be very good at reciting mantras. In fact, I also have a mantra on me. I wonder if Master dares to recite it?"

"Why not?"

"Because people who recite this mantra will fall in love with me, and they will be devoted to me from then on."

"There is no such charm in the world."

"Then do you dare to try?" It was provocative and teasing.

Na Xu's hand was held by him again, this time it slid down and landed directly on his waist.

The waist is very thin, and Mo Ya is as thin as expected, so thin that his bones are thin, but his lines are extremely neat and smooth, and he does not look weak at all.

Like most of his upper body, this waist also has old wounds, very strange scars, like vines with thorns, wrapped around his waist three times.

"This is the charm?" Na Xu gently brushed his fingers over the lines, imagining the pain when the scars were born.

"This is the pattern that highlights the spell." Mo Ya said, enduring the new injury on his waist, and turned over: "The spell is on the back."

"This?" Nasu stretched out his finger, pointing to a string of strange characters on his lower back.

He didn't recognize a single character in a string of characters whose strokes were connected smoothly. He only saw that the engraving was very deep, and the first few strokes almost penetrated into the bone.

"Well, does the master recognize it?"

"I don't know."

"Then I'll teach you how to read it. Remember to follow the lines with your fingers and draw this spell at the same time."

Na Xu hesitated, and put his finger on his lower back, gently resting on the beginning of the character.

"Bilawude..." Mo Ya said softly for the first time.

The voice seemed to have a spell, the endings of the words were entangled, with infinite charm, Na Xu followed, and said it almost silently, and his fingers followed suit, and began to scratch Mo Ya's skin.

The characters were large and slanted slightly. He followed the undulating lines, starting from Mo Ya's back, circling all the way, and gradually descending.

"Bilawude..." Mo Ya repeated it for the second time.

Nasu's fingers were very light, and they began to slide, passing through his firm buttocks, and finally guided by the strokes, along the groin, and slid to... there.

"Bilalud..."

He finally read out this sound, and suddenly felt his heart and lungs burst open, and the tiny flower of desire burst like thousands of thorns, piercing through all his nerves in an instant.