Spring copy

This time Mo Ya slept soundly, half asleep and half awake, he kept grinding his teeth, and when he woke up, he was sleeping on the bed, but the other half of the bed was empty.No thread.Mo Ya was startled, thinking it was a dream, he rushed out the door.

Outside the door, Na Xu was grinding medicine.

Mo Ya let out a sigh of relief, leaned against the door lazily and asked, "What are you doing?"

"Prescribe medicine for you, so that the wound can heal faster."

"This wound will heal itself."

"I know, it's just that this medicine powder can also relieve pain." Na Xu bent over, picking and choosing herbs, still busy.

"I can bear it."

Na Xu finally froze, then sat back slowly, and continued to grind the medicine into powder, with a smooth and flowing appearance: "I know, but I will feel distressed."

This answer made Mo Ya stunned, and his eyes drifted left and right because of his guilty conscience: "Monk, even if you love me so deeply, you don't have to be so sensational."

Na Xu smiled and said nothing, the medicine powder was finally finished, he led Mo Ya back to the room, let him lie on the bed again, sprinkled the medicine powder on his wound, and then blew gently.

"Today is the Lantern Festival, and I promised the students that they will put on a revolving lantern. When you recover from your injury, let's go see it together."

Mo Ya sneered: "It's good, but it's just that the lamp full of lewd water can still be turned on?"

Na Xu blinked: "There is one more."

The Lantern Festival has always been lively and lively.

This year, a super-large palace lantern led large and small lights to the sky, and the bright red tassels floated full of style.

The lights trembled in the cold wind, dimmed and then brightened, brought back to life after death.

Mo Ya sneered, his mood calm.

After the lights were turned on, they went shopping one by one in the busy street, looking through this and looking at that.

The wind was warmed by this layer of bustle, and the light of the day slowly stopped.

Mo Ya got an iron pot from somewhere, with a curved part in the middle, a bit like Tai Chi.

"Let's go back for supper, Yuanyuan hot pot."

Why hot pot?

Na Xu and the others couldn't figure out Mo Ya's route, and when they returned to the hut, Gao Shou lowered the windshield windows of the small bungalow, making the room even brighter and warmer.

Mo Ya began to boil the water and mix the ingredients.

One side is spicy red, and the other side is watery clear soup.

After the introduction, Mo Ya stirred the water in the hot pot with chopsticks.The stomach started to hurt again, why is it still so painful after a few days?

He picked up a piece of meat, looked at the clear soup on the other side, and saw that Naxu had already pressed many vegetables into the white water, and Ting Ting and Gao Shou wisely put the meat into the red soup.

Mo Ya paused, then asked Na Xu, "Do you still want to break the precept?"

Na Xu glanced at the sliced ​​meat on Mo Ya's chopsticks, shook his head and said, "I don't think about it for now."

"Oh." Mo Ya put the sliced ​​meat into the hot pot very simply, and when it was cooked, he picked it up with one hand, dipped it in the seasoning, and stuffed it into his mouth.Big smile.

After eating and drinking, each rolled out of bed to sleep.

Three minutes into the night, Mo Ya felt a little nauseous, secretly covered the quilt tightly, and pressed his mouth to prevent it from spitting out.In the end, he couldn't control it at all, and in a hurry, he rolled up the quilt and rushed out, rushed to the door, opened the door and continued to rush.

While running and vomiting, the quilt melted into a big puddle in an instant.In the hut far away, Mo Ya is short and laughing.

Na Xu woke up with a start, rushed out, squatted in front of Mo Ya, and put his hand on Mo Ya's forehead.The cold wind was piercing, and Mo Ya felt a little hot.

Na Xu frowned and asked, "What's wrong?"

Mo Ya met his gaze, and said in a daze, "My stomach hurts a little bit."

Na Xu stared at Mo Ya: "I wanted to eat spicy food, but I didn't expect it to become serious. I really didn't want to torture myself."

Na Xu buried Mo Ya's face in his neck, and hugged Mo Ya tightly, this movement was as light as coaxing a weak stray cat. "Understood."

At this time, Di Ting and Gao Shou also followed.

Na Xu said: "The quilt is dirty, Di Ting and I fetch water to wash it, Mr. Gao, please help Mo Ya back to the house."

Di Ting said unwillingly: "Now?"

"Now."

Turning back to take the wooden basin, Ting Ting followed Na Xu, muttering without saying a word: "He lost his soul eye, so the wound is not easy to heal. At that time, he voluntarily dug out the soul eye, so don't blame me."

Naxu turned around and handed the wooden basin containing the dirty quilt to Di Ting's hand: "I'll go to the city to grab some medicine, you wash the quilt."

"Now?"

"Now."

Early the next morning, Na Xu came back with medicine packs, large and small.

Before Mo Ya drank the medicine, Na Xu tasted a piece of meat.Mo Ya looked at Na Xu, and the dark blue stubble on Na Xu's chin, which had not returned overnight, was much more obvious, and the atmosphere was also mysterious, like a dark cloud covering Na Xu's head, lingering hard to get rid of.

Mo Ya had a stomach ache, but he was quite comfortable in his heart. It felt as if for the first time in his life, he bought himself many, many of the most expensive and best tissues with the money of a murderer, and then he took them out one by one and slowly blew his nose.

Unspeakable joy, unspeakable pride.

It seems that in the world, he can only walk around defiantly with these tissues, and he can only blow his nose slowly with some tissues.

It turns out that love is so great.

His stomach throbbed again, and Mo Ya gritted his teeth and said, "Na Xu, I like you very, very much."

Afterwards, he touched Na Xu with this joy, thinking in his heart that when the burning pain in his back and the pain in his stomach were not so severe, he would seduce Na Xu to have sex.

So while touching, he quietly took off his naked body under the quilt.

And the result was—he fell asleep groping.

In a daze, Mo Ya woke up before, he opened his eyes and saw that the thread was still there, he turned over with peace of mind, his eyelids sank again, and then went back to sleep sullenly.When he woke up again, he still looked for Na Xu, but this time the master was not there, so he got out of bed and planned to find someone before he woke up.After walking away for a few steps, I looked down and saw that I was missing something, so I turned around and lifted the pillow to cover my important parts, and stepped out of the room.

He met many monks along the way, but none of them were Naxu. He walked all the way to the hall surrounded by fragrant mist.

"What does the benefactor want to do?" Na Yan asked him.

Mo Ya finally felt that he had woken up, turned to look at Na Yan and said, "I'm looking for Na Xu."

"He went to gather medicine, but he's not here."

"Oh."

"It's cold, please ask the benefactor to go back to the house and put on some clothes." Na Yan thought that his request was quite decent and reserved.

But Mo Ya didn't appreciate it, he raised his head and stared nakedly at the kind and amiable Buddha's face.After a while, he put down the pillow, knelt on the pillow in a majestic manner, and said piously: "I know that the Buddha likes Na Xu very much, and I really want him to cultivate a righteous fruit. However, the Buddha has always had the largest heart in the world, so the monk Let me live forever."

An hour later, when Naxu returned to the temple, Mo Ya, who was kneeling to worship the gods and Buddhas, was wearing a padded coat, maintaining a pious posture, and was already grinding his white teeth in his sleep.

Na Xu hugged Mo Ya, and then told Mo Ya's reckless deeds.

After talking about it, Na Yan explained: "Even if he is asleep, no one can get close to him. At most, add a coat to him."

The incense was burning, Na Xu thanked Na Yan, then picked up Mo Ya, turned his back to the Buddha, and walked out of the temple gate.

"Junior Brother, his life is tough and fierce." Na Yan said.

"Brother, I remember that I have thought about it a long time ago."

"He has committed too many crimes." Na Yan was determined to persuade him again, there was nothing normal about Mo Ya, this man.

"When he recovers from his injuries, I will go to save the souls of the dead seven to seven days before the Buddha without sleep." Na Xu's expression was serious, with a sense of justice at ease, "Brother, he is actually working hard. I have been working hard, but I just don’t want people to see through his sincerity. My Buddha has a heart, and he will definitely understand.”

After Na Xu finished speaking, Mo Ya's eyelashes moved slightly in his arms.

There are occasional moths flying into the flames in front of the hall.

Back in the bedroom, Mo Ya suddenly opened his eyes, full of energy, holding Na Xu and gnawing on it without any shyness.

"Mo Ya..."

"Injury is not a problem, I don't want abstinence."

Na Xu took a look at Mo Ya's injuries, he was six or seven levels healed.

"Monk, just be impulsive, let's have a fit." Mo Ya stuck to Na Xu domineeringly.At this moment, there was really only one person in his eyes, "Quick battle!" He said as he licked Na Xu's collarbone, then raised his head, and their lips touched together abruptly.

At the beginning, it was domineering sucking, and after pouring out all the momentum, there was another burst of tongue-to-tongue provocation, with intimacy and temptation, back and forth.

Breathing is dazzled, evil thoughts swell.

After a while, the two lay naked on the bed.

Na Xu pressed his whole body on Mo Ya's body, kissed and breathed, the two of them didn't make any big movements, they touched each other skin to skin, enjoying the tranquility, gentleness, and charm with ease.

Feeling soaring, Mo Ya raised his legs, wrapped around Na Xu's waist, left the bed with his lower body, and faced Na Xu: "Come on!"

The room was full of spring scenery, and when they looked at each other, each other's eyes were blurred, faintly containing the most moist water vapor.

Na Xu lifted Mo Ya's leg and put it on his shoulder, then stretched out his fingers, gently stroking the old and new wounds of this monster all the way down, and finally pushed aside the chrysanthemum pleats along the seam of his buttocks.

Close pleats, pleats and pleats, open.After that, he poked his fingers in and pumped.In, the fingers circle and knead to expand the range of motion; out, the fingertips are still stroking the fine folds, unhurriedly.

The heart is getting softer and the body is getting harder.

Mo Ya tilted his head back, his breathing became heavier, he left Naxu's shoulders, and separated his legs to the sides as far as possible, his penis was full of blood, he raised his head high, trembling with his breathing.Unable to bear it, he grabbed Na Xu's avatar, wanting to poke at his own emptiness, but was restrained by Na Xu, who raised his hand above his head.

Unwilling, Mo Ya turned his face away and sucked Na Xu's finger.

Na Xu leaned over and kissed Mo Ya's thin body, and the vigor and vigor of his body had already reached the mouth of his back court, slowly probing, this kind of salty and wet caressing wanted to refuse and welcome, making Mo Ya's whole body numb Ma, reason is vulnerable.

Absolutely can't stop at this juncture, Mo Ya couldn't help growling lewdly and longingly: "Monk... come in, come in, come in, please."

Na Xu stabilized Mo Ya's waist and grasped Mo Ya's penis, while he suddenly sank and stepped forward violently, allowing himself to be completely inserted into Mo Ya's body.

In an instant, the double fullness erupted, and Mo Ya's chrysanthemum mouth tightened instinctively, extremely tight, wrapping Nasu's clone desperately, sucking.

In an instant, the two fit together perfectly.

Since then.

Rhythm, manipulation, thrusting, collision.Passion completely dominates all movements of the body.

Every time there is a thorough sexual encounter, Mo Ya's soul seems to have been stripped from his body, and he wants to be immortal. He simply gave up all obscene pandering, and only spread himself openly, letting Na Xu go crazy in his body, doing whatever he wants... …

The temperature of the bed was drenched, but Mo Ya was still quietly decomposing.The poisonous curse that Lime would write on his body gradually appeared, spreading domineeringly, the pain began to pierce his back, and in a blink of an eye his entire back was like frying in a frying pan of hell.

Happiness approached its peak, and pain followed ruthlessly to the edge of the cliff. Mo Ya seemed to be about to be split apart.

Desperate to immortality, it's true.

He propped up the front half of his body, so that Na Xu could drive forward even more.

The pleasure of galloping to evil became stronger and stronger, and finally collapsed at the critical point...

The turbid liquid of Gongshou and Shou shot out back and forth with joy, and the momentum of rushing down thousands of miles.

"Monk." Afterwards, Mo Ya felt happy, hugging Na Xu: "I borrowed you from the Buddha for the rest of my life, and the Buddha didn't say anything, so it's considered an agreement."

"Well."

"How many years is one life?"

"There will always be thirty or fifty years."

"Okay, I'm not greedy, as long as 30 years. Let's find a place, you plow the fields, you weave, and you carry water, you water the garden. I am mainly responsible for eating, drinking and sleeping, raising white and fat, basking in the sun and picking lice."

"Row."

Dexian Gong is like this, what can a husband ask for.

Mo Ya was very satisfied, spread out his big characters, basked in the sun and pinched the lice, and rubbed his stomach, "It would be better if the stomach doesn't hurt."

As expected, Nasu frowned pleasantly.

Mo Ya became more and more satisfied, and went to caress the monk's eyebrows, and waited for the twitch in his stomach to pass.

But the stomachache will pass, the first half of the life of frying in the oil pan has passed, and what is waiting is the consummation of this moment.

Mo Ya felt light, and felt the so-called happiness for the first time in his life, so he relaxed slowly, not trying to suppress the mouthful of blood gushing out of his stomach.

"It doesn't hurt anymore." He coughed, and what he said was the truth, the mouthful of blood spewed out somehow, not only from his mouth, but also from his seven orifices, like a shower, splashing all the blood in an instant Face.