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After an unknown amount of time, the wind blew past the birch bushes, and the autumn fog began to thicken. It was so thick that it seemed like a white tree was entrenched.

Mo Ya's eyes were obviously wide open, but he was completely blind in this fog, and he couldn't even see a single star.

There are tiny footsteps approaching, stepping on fallen leaves, rustling.

Mo Ya smiled slowly, without taking a step back, feeling that the man was getting closer, he raised one hand up.

It was obvious that this was not a normal human hand, the fingertips were hard and cold, and a light stroke on Mo Ya's cheek left a long bloodstain.

"The taste of my blood is very sweet." Mo Ya said softly, frivolously and evilly.

The man was still silent, fingering the blood from his wound, and slowly stroking his cheek, his movements were quite affectionate.

The white mist began to fade at this moment, Mo Ya concentrated, just saw two amber gleams, the man's hand had already covered his eyes.

The sharp and cold fingertips climbed onto his eyelashes, and if nothing happened, it would turn there into two nests of blood holes in the next moment.

"It's a pity that I don't want to give you these tricks." At the last moment Mo Ya spoke suddenly, withdrew his right hand, his elbow was like lightning, and went straight to the man's chest.

The most concise and powerful attack is not fancy, but the combination of speed and strength can definitely break a person's breastbone easily.

Mo Ya has never been confident about this.

The white mist became thicker at this moment, and the man in the mist let out a barely audible chuckle, as if he knew that he would make this move a long time ago, the man retreated rapidly, and quickly exited his attack range.

It seemed that he had no intention of entangled with him. The man didn't fight back, but just left quickly.

The dense fog that covered the forest dissipated immediately, and he meandered away like a white practice, and finally even swept Mo Ya's cheeks, saying goodbye provocatively.

When Na Xu arrived, everything was over, and Mo Ya was squatting by the wall with blood on his face, apparently waiting for him.

"He's come and gone."

Eight words explain the process.

"Who is he?"

"I didn't see it clearly, but I can be sure that it must be the one who gouged out your patient's eyes."

"then you……"

"I'm fine, it seems that he doesn't want my eyes." Mo Ya sighed, and then shamelessly put his face on it: "But my face was seriously injured again, and I need to stay in the temple to recuperate!"

The medicinal materials were all in the main hall, so Mo Ya followed Na Xu to the main hall to treat the wound.

Looking at the wound, which was not serious, the blood flowed a lot, dripping and hanging all the way to the front of the neck.

Na Xu raised his head, sighed habitually, and cleaned the veil with water for him.

"I like to hear you sigh." Mo Ya leaned closer and breathed out at him: "Your sigh is actually a kind of connivance."

Na Xu had nothing to say, and ignored him, but somehow, his heart suddenly jumped violently.

"Look at you bleeding..." Inexplicably and inexplicably, he said another sentence that he would never say out of his mouth.

Mo Ya was stunned, apparently also aware of the unusualness, so he brought his face closer.

Na Xu was still cleaning the wound for him, with gentle movements, unconsciously wiped the blood on his face into a circle.

A circle, there seems to be such a circle in memory, shining sharply, small, across Mo Ya's scarred right chest.

Na Xu paused, and his heart started to beat violently again, and finally he urged him to stick out his tongue, went to Mo Ya's cheek, and licked the circle of blood with one swoop.

At the same time, almost uncontrollably, his hot hands had penetrated into Mo Ya's shirt, lingering awkwardly around his collarbone.

Mo Ya smiled, leaned close to his ear, and bit his earlobe lightly.

It was a very slight tease, but Na Xu felt like being bitten by lightning, his whole body trembled, and he ripped off Mo Ya's shirt with a force.

The thin silver circle that shone with gleam made a seductive invitation in the seductive position.

Na Xu bowed his head, just like licking the dried blood just now, and lightly licked on the thin circle.

Mo Ya's smile grew wider, and he let out a soft "hmm", the end of which was so charming that it was contrived.

"Pull it..., who said you can't." He curled the tip of his tongue around Naxu's earlobe.

Na Xu hesitated a little, and only lightly placed a little finger in the circle.

"Pull it..., I know you want to." Mo Ya murmured, his legs wrapped around him very naturally, and he sat on his lap.

Crazy and unstoppable desires were rising, Nasu breathed heavily, and put his other hand on his back, his fingernails gliding over the scars, just like pointing at the strings, plucking a lewd melody.

pull it...

This voice was like a curse, echoing in his three souls and six souls.

The little finger starts to rise and pull slowly.

And the other hand also began to slide down the waist, touching the beginning of that strange spell.

Mo Ya was on his lap, his body undulating slightly, not in a hurry, he only teased his already erect lower body with his buttocks.

Bilabud...

Na Xu remembered this strange and subtle incantation, following the strokes, his fingers came to the end of the coccyx.

There was still a trace of hesitation, so his palms were sweating, and he finally stopped.

At the other end, Mo Ya was moving, holding his hand, making a falling bloody tear.

The silver ring was torn off, from the tip of the nipple, a tiny cloud of blood sprayed out, and splashed onto Na Xu's chest with a "pop".

Mo Ya's sense of pain seemed to be still alive, and at this moment, his body bowed slightly, and he let out a very low moan.

With just one sound, Na Xu's restraint instantly collapsed, and he rushed forward, pinching Mo Ya under him.

The tip of his tongue was covered with blood, and he lingered on the fresh wound on Mo Ya's nipple, watching his pores slightly open due to the pain, and a layer of misty sweat appeared all over his body.

The fingers were also moving forward, this time without any hesitation, they directly poked in.

It's a very strange feeling, it's very difficult when it goes in, but it's hot, as if there are a pair of hot lips sucking it non-stop.

At some point, the two of them were almost naked, rolling on the wet and cold floor of the hall, the sound of breathing echoing each other, frantic and lewd.

Na Xu's chest was crimson, his heart was beating like a beating, he clasped Mo Ya's hips with both hands, and stretched them apart.

There, just enter there... and all suffering will be released.

This voice rippling in the bottom of my heart.

He leaned over, a little clumsily, and the two of them fought like a fire, and unconsciously swept away everything before Guanyin's confession.

The slightly dilapidated Avalokitesvara in the hall lowered his eyes, but his clarity remained undiminished. At this moment, the water bottle in his hand shook slightly, and the willow branches trembled slightly, and soon fell down with the bottle.

A splash of cold water came from the sky, pouring Na Xu all over his head.

Then the water purification bottle fell to the ground with a crisp sound of "pop".

Na Xu was taken aback for a moment, then regained consciousness in an instant, the red light in his eyes decreased slightly, and he finally stopped moving.

"What am I doing?" He lowered his head, saw that he was naked and had almost cut into Mo Ya, and was horrified.

Mo Ya smiled, propped the back of his hands against the ground, and smiled leisurely: "It's nothing, you and I are having fun in front of the palace."

"Impossible!" Na Xu backed away, his heart beating more violently, knowing that it was a crime, but his eyes seemed to have hooks, and he couldn't leave Mo Ya's body for a moment.

The scarred but extremely tight body, every scar is a sinful temptation.

Mo Ya's smile grew bigger, and his posture became more unrestrained: "It is indeed impossible, but you have been drugged, an extremely powerful aphrodisiac, and nothing is impossible."

"Follow your heart." After a while he bullied Na Xu again: "Desire is pleasure, not sin."

Naxu lowered his eyes, and held a piece of broken porcelain in the palm of his hand, using the pain to calm down his mood and express his anger: "Don't you be afraid of the gods on your head if you do this?"

"I didn't give the medicine." Mo Ya spread his hands: "Personally, I hate aphrodisiacs, and I will never use this trick."

"Our temple is dilapidated, and it is not suitable for the benefactor to stay for a long time. Please come back, the benefactor."

"I said I didn't give the medicine. Although I'm cheap, I'm never afraid to take responsibility for what I've done."

"Donor, please forgive me and Naan, it is not easy to find a place to stay." This sentence is already a break, if you don't leave, I promise not to coexist.

Mo Ya got up, tilted his head, sighed and sighed like him, peeled off the palm for him, and picked out the piece of broken porcelain: "Master, there is no need to do this. The so-called aphrodisiacs are all the same, and the master's medical skills are so good, he will definitely be able to solve it."

Na Xu lowered his head, his palms were covered with blood, and his expression was still rare and solemn: "Yehei, remember to bring a lantern with you when you go."

Absolutely irreversible.

Mo Ya shrugged, half tied his clothes, and walked out of the hall slowly without arguing.

The power of the medicine was still there, and Na Xu's mind was shaken, but in the end he still couldn't bear the suffering, so he raised his head to look at his back.

The slightly curved arc of the back, thin sweat, thorn-shaped scars, snake-like spells, and finally pointing to the place of desire... All these began to layer up again, like vines taking root, wrapping around Naxu's heart.

The heart began to beat violently, so intense that it hurt, as if it drained all the blood around the body, and it all rushed to the depths of desire.

Na Xu couldn't breathe, with all kinds of thoughts in his chest, he fell down slowly, and this time he passed out without a trace of peace.

On the altar seventeen miles away from Sheyang Mountain, the ever-burning lantern swayed in the wind.

Cigarette smoke curled up in the incense burner, soaring upwards.

The priest wearing a black robe sat cross-legged on one side, closing his eyes and calming down.

There are several golden cages placed around the altar, with exquisite workmanship, and each cage holds a rare bird and beast in the world.

The wind dances and the clouds rise, and the dark clouds roll down.

The priest took off his hair tie, which fell to the ground, and his black hair fell all over his body.Under the altar, several guards stood around, all of them standing resolutely with halberds in their hands, majestic and solemn.

The sky gradually turned dark, and the altar began to beat the drums. The sound of the drums was extremely slow, "Boom~boom~boom~", and the animals and birds in the cage began to commotion and restlessness.

In the sky, the sun had a black eclipse, and the tengu began to eat the sun.

At this time, a violent gust of wind suddenly blew up on the altar, and the wind blew out thick fog, and the silver hairband quickly flew into the fog.

The priest felt an unusual evil spirit passing over his cheeks, and slowly opened his eyes.

There is a vast expanse of whiteness in front of my eyes, and the sky is still leisurely and dark. It can be said that I can't see my fingers.In this darkness, the priest seems to have seen the outline of a human figure, walking towards him at a leisurely pace.

The blurry virtual image, the closer it is, the more real it is.

The sky was getting darker and the fog was getting thicker, but the ceremony was still going on. The drumbeat started to slow down and then turned fast, and the guards under the altar also followed the drumbeat, hitting the ground with the tail of their halberd.

In the mist, the uninvited guest stretched out his little finger and smoothed the messy hair on his forehead: "I have admired the name of priest Jiu Yu for a long time, so I came here to visit and disturb you today."

The person who spoke raised his lips and smiled slightly, but his eyes had no focus, and there was endless darkness in his pupils.

"Where are you evildoer?" The priest stood up and scolded angrily, but his voice was covered by the beating around him.

The uninvited guest circled the priest, stretched out his index finger and tapped the priest Jiuyu's lips, and said "shh" softly from his lips.

"My name is Lin Hui, and I picked up your hairband..." Lin Hui tightly clamped Jiu Yu's chin, forcing Jiu Yu to face himself, and carefully touched Jiu Yu's eyes with his fingertips. It's a pity that the eyes are so lonely."

With the words so loud, he pushed Jiu Yu to the center of the altar...

The tengu ate the sun slowly.

Under the altar, the sound of beating shook the heavens and the earth.On the altar, this love is lively and fragrant.

Jiu Yu, who had stripped off his black robe, was suppressed under Tien Hui.

Lime would forcefully hold Jiu Yu's hands, sucking and biting Jiu Yu's collarbone, until he tasted a bit of fishy sweetness in his mouth, and he was satisfied with letting go.The tongue slid down along with the blood drops on the broken skin, and then lingered on the tip of the nipple, teasing Jiu Yu's whole body meticulously.

The intermittent and inactive struggle made Tienhui's face turn an abnormal blush.

Tilia would raise his two legs up, and poke his fingers along the gap between the buttocks to the secret acupoints on his back, pumping them little by little in line with the rhythm of the drum.

"Don't be so reserved, I'll let you," Tien Hui smiled immediately, the hand that had just entered a knuckle suddenly pulled away, both hands forcefully opened the legs, and the high lower body accurately pierced Jiuyu's body, ruthlessly land.

"Masset opens!"

When Jiu Yu arched his body in pain, Tien Hui's fingers deftly gouged out Jiu Yu's left eye.From Jiuyu's throat, he finally let out a painful cry uncontrollably.

Warm blood splashed on Linhui's face like an arrow.

In the sky, the tengu ate the sun.

The world is chaotic and dark.

All I could hear was the sound of drums.

In the dense fog, the eagle flapped its wings in the cage, the peacock spread its tail, the orangutan beat its chest, and the snow leopard roared.

In the dark, people who are waiting for the priest to perform the Dharma can neither hear nor see clearly.

Pain, and finally a kind of numbness.

Eyeless tears of blood slowly dripped from the eye sockets, calmly soaking the sacred altar.

With the remaining right eye of Jiuyu, he was watching helplessly that Lin Hui Shi would lick his own eyeball into his mouth.

Struggling was futile, his soul had been pushed out of his body in bursts of violent pushes, and his sweaty and sticky body was half arched in a daze, coordinating with the attack of Lin Hui's lower body.

Linhui's hand gently stroked Jiuyu's eyes, and comforted him: "Don't be afraid, it will heat up in a while."

With blind eyes and a crescent-shaped smile, there is an illusion of being in a dream.

Jiu Yu's eyes became more and more lax, Lin Hui's fingers were stained with Jiu Yu's blood, and he drew circles devoutly on his body.

The drum beats are getting faster and faster, the pain of Huan Ai grinds and transpires on the inner wall of the narrow corridor, and the long-lost excitement makes Lin Hui's body and mind start to heat up, and his desire clamors and swells.

Getting closer and closer to the critical point of his peak, Linhui finally reached out to Jiuyu's right eye.

Another heart-wrenching pain suffocated Jiuyu's posterior acupoint, and blood spurted to the sky again.

This kind of fishy heat is like burning the fire along the lower abdomen, straight to the frontmost apex, and in an instant, the linden will be completely released in Jiuyu's body.

"The eyes are really hot and delicious."

Afterwards, Tilia would put on her robe in a leisurely manner, straighten Jiu Yu's blood-stained face, and let a pair of blood-drenched holes face the sky.

The sky is slowly getting brighter, and the fog is slowly receding.

Lime would lick the bloody eyeballs on his fingertips, regretting that he could have more fun if the time was not limited.

But soon, people will see clearly that the priest who is the cleanest in their hearts is already a bloody mess, lying in the center of the altar in a big font, filthy, with shocking blood stains left all over the place.

Thinking about it, the corners of Linhui's eyes slowly ooze crystal clear tears.

really interesting.

Should I go to Wanfo Temple again?