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Mo Ya went down the mountain, but he didn't go far, humming a little tune and wandering around the small town below the mountain.

The leisurely evildoer hummed until his throat became astringent, and he didn't know how to stop.

With disheveled clothes, he frequently attracts people's attention on the road, but he doesn't care about it. He is still self-centered and completely rejects others thousands of miles away.

It happened that Cao Yuanwai was good at opening warehouses in the town, and Cao Yuanwai, whose face was covered with chrysanthemums, commanded his servants in front of his house to distribute rice porridge to the poor, and Mo Ya also went to collect it.

After receiving a bowl of porridge, he squatted down in a corner to drink.

The sound of swallowing saliva came from next to his ear, Mo Yazhan smiled and asked the little beggar who was sitting next to him, who was about the same age as him: "Want to eat?"

"I don't eat his family's porridge." The little beggar turned his head backbonefully.

This time Mo Ya became curious and raised his eyebrows to ask why.

"He's a bad guy, even snow-white porridge is dirty to me."

"Several of my friends went to his house to beg, and never came back. Others said they went to other villages to beg." The little beggar fell silent for a moment, then lowered his head and followed, "Impossible! A good friend who is destined to die, will not leave immediately."

"Oh."

"You don't believe it?" The little beggar's eyes were burning, and then he extinguished it by himself, spitting, "Forget it, no one in the whole town believes it, his family has money..."

"Good people, bad people, believe it or not, it's not the reason I need." Mo Ya licked the porridge from the corner of his mouth and wrapped it in his mouth.

"Hmph! When I have money, I will buy him and kill him to avenge my friends!"

Mo Ya laughed happily: "How much money do you have now?"

"In the past two days, I have only begged for three Wen." The little beggar pointed to the broken bowl in front of him in embarrassment.

"All the belongings?"

"Yes."

Mo Ya put away the three Wen coins and got up to leave.The little beggar was in a hurry and tried to snatch it, but was easily tripped by Mo Ya.

"It's never cheap to buy a murderer. You should die as soon as possible, and stop thinking about it." Finally, Mo Ya, who robbed someone of all their belongings, weighed three copper coins in his palm, and walked away in the street with his hands behind his back.

Holding the snatched three pennies, Mo Ya started to wander, all the way to the entrance of the downtown area.

There was a sound of gongs and drums, and the master of the show came to beg for money.

Mo Ya cheerfully tossed three essays, and asked the class leader: "Hei Zhuang, are you short of manpower? I want to step in. Money, you can give it to me. I don't care about it, just for fun."

The black-skinned team leader didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in the skinny Mo Ya's gourd, so he could only ask along the way: "This is a belt-tightening job, and there is no shortage of manpower for the time being."

"Then you are not afraid, I will play around and steal your business?" Mo Ya fiddled with his fingers.

The head of the black-skinned team turned dark again, suppressed the anger in his heart, and asked cautiously: "Excuse me, brother hero, what can you do?"

Mo Ya smiled lightly, and replied very modestly: "The chest is broken."

Soon, Mo Ya entered a new line, entered a juggling class, and the class master was busy with props for the new show.

Mo Ya squatted on the ground and looked up at the sky.

The setting sun is just right, the bright clouds have no roots, and there is a large piece of floating.

"You can't participate in this kind of performance." Soon, the news made Gao Shou appear.

Mo Ya's answer was a roll of eyes full of wickedness.

Gao Shou immediately took a solid horse stance, and said proudly: "Can you do this?" He solemnly put on a heroic spirit of "I have practiced it before, you must not learn it".

"No." Mo Ya suppressed a smile.

"No, what else do you want to play with broken boulders?"

"Fuck you, I can afford it." Mo Ya raised his eyebrows frivolously.

Gao Shou was furious, rolled up his sleeves, and pulled Mo Ya: "Go back to the palace, Your Majesty is looking forward to your return." As long as Mo Ya goes back, his mission will be completed.

Mo Ya bucked the trend and lay on the ground, smiling frivolously and splitting his legs: "Oh, Master Xie Gao reminded me, I can still live like that. Sir, do you want to try again?"

"shameless."

At this moment of chatting, they saw the leader of the black leather class running towards him profusely, and Gao Shou wanted to get away, but was tripped by Mo Ya's foot.

"There is no such big hammer as you want nearby. I have already sent someone to another town to buy it. However, it will take a few days."

"Okay, I'll wait. If you don't act, you don't have to count my wages." Mo Ya was rarely sympathetic.

The class leader Hei wiped his sweat, only then did he notice Gao Shou who was kissing the ground, and asked, "This master is..."

Mo Ya patted Gao Shou on the shoulder, laughing innocently: "This man is my backup, if I fail, he will take over. I promise I won't ruin your name."

After hearing this, class leader Hei was so moved that he nodded again and again: "Brother Mo, you are really thoughtful."

"You're welcome." Mo Ya smiled, his eyes were still warm, "I'm going to sleep, you can move around as you like." The last sentence was for Gao Shou to listen to.

Mo Ya fell asleep as soon as he said he would, and began to grind his teeth when he fell asleep.

Gao Shou flicked his sleeves chicly, looking for an inaccessible corner of the town, and strolling under the moonlight with a masterful air.

While looking at the cold moon, he lamented his own fate.

Passing by a house, the door made of osmanthus branches just opened, and a person walked out slowly groping inside.

Gao Shou is a master after all, Mo Heiye still has sharp eyes: "Is it Linhui?"

"Oh, it's Brother Gao Shou." Lin Hui slightly cupped his hands towards Gao Shou, his eyes still unfocused, "It's a pleasure to meet you."

"Nice to meet you!"

Although the Tilia Club is a bit arrogant about "wealth", Gao Shou appreciates it quite a lot.

The so-called first-time acquaintance and second-time acquaintance, they are also considered old acquaintances met in a foreign land.

"That night, Linhui didn't want to disturb your spring night, so I left without saying goodbye, and I hope you can forgive me."

"Where is Chunxiao, it's actually a nightmare." Gao Shou waved his hand, "It's bad luck, don't mention it again."

Tilia will smile, and will not mention it if it is not mentioned.

"Brother Linhui, you have something on the corner of your mouth." Gao Shou frowned and approached.

"Where?" Linhui tilted his head, Gao Shou's finger had already brushed the corner of Linhui's lips, and wiped it lightly.

Tilia would frown, with blood stains at the corners of her mouth.

Gao Shou took advantage of the moonlight to look at it, and then smelled it: "It seems to be blood."

Immediately, he smiled and wiped his hands on his body, "What's your smell? It's... weird."

"What?" Linden took a small step back cautiously.

Gao Shou shrugged his nose and sniffed, and immediately sneezed several times.

"Sorry, I'm a little sensitive to the scent of sweet-scented osmanthus."

Lime would be relieved, thinking that Gao Shou had noticed something.It turned out that it was because I smelled the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus on the door.The fool!

In fact, apart from the scent of sweet-scented osmanthus, Gao Shou also faintly smelled the pungent sweaty smell of linden.To be honest, the smell is not good, but Gao Shou can't put on others without taste, and he must be polite.

"This is the newly opened dark village gambling house. I just went to try my luck. It's pretty good." Linhui pointed to the bulging money bag and said with a smile.

"Gambler." Gao Shou bit his lower lip excitedly.

"Brother Gao, do you want to try too?"

"This...good!" Gao Shou rubbed his hands.Anyway, Mo Ya was still busy grinding his teeth, so he just played a few games, so it shouldn't delay the business.

It's a pity that Mo Ya was not grinding his teeth at the moment, but sneaked into Cao Yuan's house quite skillfully.

Mr. Cao is making love outside, and the object of love is still a very sissy man.

Huan'ai's posture is actually Mo Yading's best riding position, which seems a bit too much.

Mo Ya kicked open the door, jumped onto the bed, threw out the man who was suffering, and sat down on the old man with a black and white beard, and stretched out three fingers: "The thing is like this, someone bought you to kill you!" .Three pennies."

Then with a crisp sound, Mo Ya smashed Cao Yuanwai's temple with his fist.

It seemed that the fight was so fierce that he was killed in one fell swoop.

Mo Ya apologized to the bloody corpse, "I'm sorry, I haven't done it for many years, and my skills are a lot rusty. Also, I received porridge this morning, thank you."

At this moment, the man who was thrown out reacted and hissed loudly, "Help, you're killing someone."

Mo Ya blew on the flesh and blood sticking to his fist, but he didn't wait for any servants to break in. It seems that this household has become accustomed to any man calling for help.

"No one will pay to kill you." Mo Ya said coolly, and the frail man immediately stopped screaming.

"You...don't kill me?"

"Well. Don't kill."

"But, do you recognize me?" Mo Ya realized that he hadn't covered his face, and asked the tearful man sincerely. After all, he still needs to live here for a while.

The man was quite clever, begging for mercy repeatedly: "I will keep my mouth shut, and I won't say anything, really."

"Oh." Mo Ya turned his head and found a strange Buddha statue in the room, which seemed to be doing passionate actions in erotic pictures. He wondered, "What is this?"

"This is Buddha." The naked man replied rustlingly.

"Nonsense, I asked why it is like this!"

"This is the Happy Buddha of double luck."

Mo Ya digested the meaning of this sentence very quickly, "hehe" smiled: "It turns out that the Buddha also has this."

"Well, has Yuanwai Cao raped and killed beggars?" Mo Ya forgot to ask himself the curious part.

"Hero, I don't know. I'm just a young lady in the chrysanthemum courtyard in the neighboring village. This is my first time here."

It turned out to be a woman, Mo Ya nodded regretfully.

Cao Yuanwai committed evil and murdered, maybe, maybe not.

People are dead anyway, and it has become a mystery through the ages.

Mo Ya got out of bed, picked up the "Huanxi Buddha" and walked out the door. After a few steps, he returned viciously, "I killed someone, and you insisted that you would not confess to me. How do you plan to escape the government in the future?" question?"

Now, Xiaowan was asked.

Mo Ya laughed with affection in his eyes, "I'll teach you a way, you're like me," Mo Ya slammed his head against the wall, and suddenly, blood poured from his forehead, almost blinding Mo Ya's eyes, "You said you hit the wall Passed out on the spot and didn't see anything, the custodian government won't embarrass you."

After Mo Ya finished speaking, Xiao Guan really lost his breath and fainted.

Mo Ya walked out of Cao's house holding the Buddha of Huanxi.The blood dripped down, and Mo Ya began to feel uncomfortable all over his body, and it became more and more uncomfortable. Everywhere the blood dripped was itchy.There was a commotion in the lower abdomen, and he wished that every inch of his body would be blasted.

Blast it, stab it, and peel it off!It's better to live and die.

Because it was so uncomfortable, Mo Ya felt so uncomfortable that he wanted to die.

Huanxi Buddha, who is doing obscene gestures in his hands, has a very kind face.

Not half confused.

Mo Ya squinted and bit his arm.

Who, who can save him!

Even if the Buddha does not save, the Buddha will not speak! ?

The sweat on Mo Ya's back was like beans, and the corners of his mouth were like beads of blood.

Walking all the way again, the night is getting darker and darker, but the demons are getting heavier and heavier.

When he reached a broken wall, Mo Ya finally stopped, put the Buddha of Joy in his hand on the ground, and said without turning his head, "My dear man, how long do you plan to follow me?"

Someone came out of the darkness in response, and stretched out a hand to touch his nose: "Brother Taiwan's hearing is really extraordinary, it seems that it can't lose to a blind man like me."

He still lowered his head when he was speaking, his eyes were deep but without light, it turned out to be Lin Hui.

"Why are you following me?"

"I'm blind, and the hearing of blind people is always better than that of ordinary people." Tien Hui touched his nose again: "I heard the young master's breath frantically, so I followed him curiously."

"Are you free?"

"It just so happens that I won some money in the casino and wanted to have some fun. I really have nothing to do, so..."

"Fun?" Mo Ya came over, rushed forward with a long, biting kiss, and said, "Which kind of fun, does this also include this?"

Half a ruined wall, a branch of slanting apricot, what a suitable place for wild gatherings.

Lin Hui was not a kind person, so he quickly pushed Mo Ya up against the earthen wall, stretched out a hand to grab his neck, and begged for a kiss.

A domineering kiss, the deeper the kiss, the tighter it became, completely choking Mo Ya's breath.

The feeling of the air being drenched by people was very ecstasy, Mo Ya didn't resist, and leaned against the wall to slowly feel it.

At the last moment Tilia would let go, leaning down to bite his collarbone, Mo Ya gasped for breath, crossing back from the edge of life and death, feeling extremely happy.

"Sure enough, you are an old hand." He said, stretched out one leg, and put it on Linhui's waist.

Lime would not make a sound, she bit off his belt with ease, and bent down under him.

After the trembling tip of his tongue gave Mo Ya some pleasure, he picked up something with one finger, and mercilessly sent it into Mo Ya's acupuncture point.

A small piece of Hetian jade pendant, carved with fine patterns, entered the depth without much effort.

"Is it here?" Tilia whispered softly, and after finding the bliss point, exerted strength with her fingers, and Yuwen began to rub wildly.

The avatar in the front was still going on, the double stimulation couldn't be increased, Mo Ya panted heavily, and after a while, he circled for nine days happily, a hot shot came out, which happened to hit half of Linhui's palm.

"I have a special hobby. I like to use special things to lubricate it." Tilia said, picked up the white liquid, smelled the salty and obscene smell, and immediately sent it all behind Mo Ya.

"Soon..., you will have a second orgasm." After that, he added another sentence, holding Mo Ya's waist with his hands like iron clamps, and thrusting his stomach all the way in.

The movements were very rough, those hands seemed to want to pinch him, and even opened his mouth when the rhythm was too fast, biting off his flesh like a wild beast.

This linden is obviously not gentle.

Mo Ya raised his head, in addition to feeling the pleasure of gradually circling, he also found a trace of familiarity from his domineering strength.

Once upon a time, there was also a man, a cold and elegant man with thin lips who was 14 years older than him. He is the happiest.

This person's name is Zuo Nan.

Like the Tilia Society, this person's hobbies are also very special.

Before doing things, he likes to lift Mo Ya's hands, and then very, very gently feed his boss a handful of aphrodisiacs.

Then, he would take a very thin iron wire and tie his body very gently.

So most of them stood in positions, Zuo Nan penetrated behind him, teased him and stimulated him, watched the wire cut into his flesh, prevented him from ejaculating, until the blood was cut, and the tormented blood fell all over the ground.

"Call..." Usually he would whisper in his ear, "I like to hear you scream, the more painful the better."

So he had to bark, as he wished, moaning like a dog in pain and lowliness.

When Zuo Nan is satisfied, he will untie the wire, and with his blood in his mouth, he will play the flute for him with incomparable skill.

The eruption after the bondage was released, every time he let go physically and mentally, reaching the ultimate orgasm after the greatest pain.

It was such a person who raised him from the age of six and trained him to be a top killer.

It was him who later caused him to commit a heinous crime, which is absolutely unforgivable.

"Who can cross me?" Thinking back to this point, Mo Ya paused, feeling that the linden would also stop sprinting in his body, and after a hoarse whimper, a sticky hot stream shot out.

"Eminent Monk Naxu, could it be you?"

In the most obscene breath, Mo Ya remembered the name that should have been the cleanest, and finally pushed the corners of his mouth, revealing an inexplicable smile.

Some people laugh and some cry, the world has always been like this.

Now Gao Shou is crying, his eyes are red, and he is taking off the last piece of clothes.

Sure enough, he had never had any luck in gambling in his life. After spending half the night recklessly, he not only lost all his silver, but also lost all his clothes by the way.

"A man, I am willing to admit defeat!" The bold words were very grand, but his hand was still desperately picking at the corner of the pair of underwear.

"No." It's a pity that the creditor didn't have the slightest sense of compassion, and without raising his eyelids, he confiscated his pair of underpants that had a big hole in them.

There was no other way, he had no choice but to go out, clean himself, performed lightness kung fu, and walked into a dark alley with a "swish".

The autumn wind was blowing in the alley, and even Mr. Gao, who had practiced internal martial arts very high, couldn't stand it, and couldn't help but sneezed against the wind.

"Find something to cover him first, and then... then ask Mo Ya for some money to buy clothes." Mr. Gao, who is very skilled in martial arts and has a sharp mind, murmured, but he still didn't even think about stealing.

It's a pity that the alley is very clean, and the biggest thing is a piece of orange peel that someone has torn.

Mr. Gao was about to cry, but when he was about to hit the wall, something flew past his eyes, something that looked quite big.

Gao Shou was overjoyed, and immediately set off, Yingfeng chased after him, and finally got the things in his hands.

It's a piece of paper, very thin, but enough to hide your shame.

Mr. Gao, who is very skilled in martial arts, let out a long breath, took this piece of paper to block his vitals, and with ease, flew up to the roof with a "whoosh".

If you walk on the rooftop route, you should never run into people, let alone acquaintances.

But what a pity, there are actually people on this roof, not only people, but also the person who gets naked every few times he sees him!

He listened with happy eyebrows, happy eyes and crying like a smile. He was on the roof at this moment, and he was following the route of stepping on the roof, preparing to take a shortcut back to Wanfo Temple.

The sky is cloudless at the moment, the bright moon is full, and the sky is shining brightly.

"Fucking shit." Gao Shou murmured, and quickly clamped his buttocks tightly, grabbing the life-saving paper firmly.

"Good evening." Di Ting scratched his head, laughing as usual before saying anything.

"Good night... late... good night."

"What are you doing? Running around naked in the middle of the night? Still holding a piece of paper?" Di Ting's curiosity was always strong, and he quickly tilted his head to look at his life-saving paper.

"Golden Whip Scattered..."

It was only after Di Ting read these three words that Gao Shou immediately sensed something was wrong.

"20 male silkworm moths, one tael of white wine. Choose live male silkworm moths, dry them in a hot pot, and grind them into powder. Each morning and evening, take white wine for a penny of the male silkworm moth powder, and take it for more than half a month..."

The deadly Truth Listening continued to read, and then suddenly realized: "So you are going to grab the medicine, oh..., no wonder you are running naked, and you have to show the symptoms to the doctor directly!"

It turned out that this life-saving paper was Zhang's prescription, so that he could not die, but it turned out to be Zhang's prescription for treating the dead!

"I...I...I..." Lord Gao Shou blushed, and after eating and holding back for a long time, he finally choked out a sentence: "I did it!"

"Okay, okay, just treat it like you are elevating, exalting people! Treating illnesses, why are you so annoyed."

Gao Shou paused, obviously choked by his words, which seriously hurt his self-esteem as a man.

"I did it! I did it! I...I...I will definitely prove it to you!!"

At last he spoke, and turned to Moon with a growl of grief and indignation.