My past life was a fan of all men

"Put me down." Mo Lang said as the car drove onto the road.

Sun Lei frowned and asked, "Where are you going?"

"I, I want to go home."

Sun Lei smiled like ripples in a clear lake and said, "Fool, we are going home now."

Mo Lang turned sideways, looked at Sun Lei and said, "My home is in an alley in a slum."

Sun Lei was stunned for a moment, feeling sore in his heart. He suppressed the emotions that were spreading in his heart, and said with a smile: "Then I'll take you back." He paused and said, "I'll look for you again tonight."

Feeling embarrassed, Sun Lei reached out to press the play button of the music, and a familiar piece of music filled his ears again - "Stand by and Watch".

I don't know why, but this time when I listened to "Stand by" with Sun Lei, I didn't feel so much turmoil in my heart, and it seemed that all my emotions gradually calmed down.

Right now, he just wants to go home, take a good shower, and sleep well, without thinking about anything or bothering about anything.

But when he came back home alone, he was very disappointed again, feeling inexplicably lonely, walked slowly to the end of the bed, put his rucksack in the bedroom, changed into a clean blue long-sleeved shirt, Ride on your stylish bicycle and head to Qingshan.

The wind in late autumn was a little cool, blowing Mo Lang's clothes fluttering in the wind, and the noon sun fell on his fair cheeks. At this time, he was very calm in his heart, not thinking about Sun Lei, not thinking about the Nine Wars, he I want to go to the fairy cave, hug little Guangrong, take a warm bath, play with little Guangrong in the fairy cave, maybe this birthday will be like this.

It is a very ordinary birthday, which happens every year. Mo Lang is now more than 1000 years old, and birthdays have long been numb to him.

When I came to the top of Qingshan, the big banyan tree had fallen leaves, and it was not as lush and lush as before. I walked around the big banyan tree, and my slender right hand fell on the trunk of the banyan tree. I also touched the trunk with my steps. , I don't know why, Mo Lang always has an emotion in his heart today, and he can't let it go.

On the top of the mountain, Mo Lang stretched out his arms and stood on tiptoe, leaping down like an eagle waving its wings. The maple leaves in the valley were burning red, and Yinchuan hanging on the cliff was shining in the sunlight. Glittering, like a thousand miles of Milky Way shining brightly in the dark night sky.

Mo Lang turned around in mid-air, passed through the waterfall, and flew into the fairy cave.

Little Guangrong fell asleep on the grass bunk. Hearing the sound of footsteps, he opened a pair of green eyes immediately. Seeing that his master had returned, he hurriedly stood up and ran towards the direction where Mo Lang was standing, cheering happily. Jumping into Mo Lang's arms, a pair of very beautiful pale green eyes looked at Mo Lang shining brightly.

Mo Lang smiled like a spring breeze, and reached out to stroke the hair on the little fox's back, "You are still the most obedient."

The little fox buried its pointed head into Mo Lang's embrace, rubbed it back and forth, and licked Mo Lang's cheek with the tip of its tongue from time to time.

"Little Guangrong, do you miss me these days when I'm not in the fairy cave?"

The little fox stretched out its two front paws, pulled Mo Lang's collar, and swayed from side to side, as if very excited.

"Okay, okay." Mo Lang opened his mouth and laughed, "You have gained a lot of weight now, if you dangle around my chest again, I will almost be unable to hold you."

Little Guangrong blinked, stopped shaking, and stretched out the tip of her tongue to lick Mo Lang's slender neck.

"Come on, let me see how much you've eaten in the past few days when I'm not here!"

Looking around, the ten chickens that Mo Lang bought in the fairy cave are still lively and jumping, and none of them are missing, but the peaches, tomatoes, pears, apples, and grapes by the hot spring are much less...

Mo Lang frowned, "Why don't you eat chicken?"

The little fox jumped to the ground and circled around Mo Lang, seeming to say: "Glory doesn't eat chickens, or live chickens."

Mo Lang laughed loudly, squatting beside the little fox, stretched out his hand to stroke the little fox's hair, and said softly as if the morning breeze was blowing through the spring water: "It turns out that my little Guangrong doesn't kill, and the relationship is so good! "

Mo Lang then reached out to pick a peach and fed it to the little fox. The little fox stretched out two front paws to wipe his mouth.

"Little Guangrong, be good, go play by yourself first." Mo Lang said with a light smile.

The little fox seemed to understand Mo Lang's words. It sensed that Mo Lang was different today, and seemed to be preoccupied. He ran to the grass bed by himself, lying on his stomach, with a pair of round green eyes wide open. Looking at Mo Lang, he didn't say a word, and didn't make any more expressions.

Mo Lang turned his back, stretched out his slender white hands to take off the shirt, then took off the trousers he was wearing, and finally leaped in an arc in the air like a koi, and jumped off the "Bibo" spring".

Leaning his back on the green jade in the hot spring, Mo Lang relaxed and closed his eyes. On the bubbling spring water, Mo Lang rested his head on the jade stone behind his back, exposing half of his chest muscles, and he could clearly see the clavicle and blade. bone.

Soaking in the water, Mo Lang thought to himself, "Maybe I shouldn't be with anyone. I'm in the body of the afterlife now, and everything that happened to me now shouldn't have happened to me. body."

He bit his lower lip, and then said: "Well, what I should do is to earn more blessings, earn more money, and learn more knowledge, so that the living conditions of future generations will be better. In the future... he It will be more comfortable.”

That's all I can do...

After soaking in the hot spring water, Mo Lang crossed his legs in the fairy cave. He hadn’t attracted essence for many days, and he hadn’t had time to practice recently. Now that the military training is over, it’s time to get back on track—practice to recover skills and earn blessings , earn more money, and give future generations a better life.

After practicing cross-legged for two hours, Mo Lang opened his eyes and saw the little fox looking at him with wide round green eyes. He stretched out his slender white right hand to call the little fox.

The little fox ran to Mo Lang and squatted down.

He pursed his lips, reached out to hug the little fox, sat on the grass, smiled lightly, and said to the little fox: "Little Guangrong, today is my descendant's 18th birthday, do you want to give him a gift?" A present?!"

The little fox blinked, then reached out to kiss Mo Lang's cheek.

Mo Lang smiled brightly, "My little Guangrong loves me the most!" He stretched out his mouth and kissed the little fox's face.

"Hmm... fluffy, weird." He smiled slightly, "Actually, today...is also my one thousand and twenty-fifth birthday..."

For some reason, he suddenly became sentimental, his water-colored eyes glowed with ripples, as if he was thinking about something long and distant, he hesitated to speak.

He stretched out his slender hand, stroked the little fox's head very gently and said, "Little Guangrong, I'm going back."

Turning his head and taking a casual glance, he saw the ten live crowing chickens...

Without saying anything, I grabbed one casually, took it home, and asked Uncle Liu to make his best soy sauce!

Reaching into the heap of chickens, he grabbed one at random, and said with a smile, "Today is my birthday, let me celebrate with you!"

Then he flew out on tiptoe, and flew up to the top of the mountain against the waterfall that flew thousands of miles down. Not as lonely as before.

A person who cultivates the Tao should have a pure heart and few desires. In the past life, let him dissipate with the wind. After all, it was all a thousand years ago.

Following the narrow path, Mo Lang found his bicycle, pedaled the bicycle, and carried a chicken in his hand, crossed the streets and alleys, and rushed to his home in the slums.

"Today is the birthday of the future generations, and it is also my birthday. Let's celebrate by killing a chicken!" He was riding on the bicycle, the sun bathed in his white and tender face, and two crescent smiles evoked slightly, triumphantly said with a smile.

Back home, Uncle Liu was still busy in the fruit shop and did not come back. Mo Lang had just entered the door and saw the green sofa, and the memories in his mind were as surging as a rolling tide.

"Nine battles."

Yes, in that dark night, he carried home the Nine Wars, which received his knife wounds, and he was lying on this sofa to heal his wounds.

Time flies, and it has been more than half a year without paying attention.

Mo Lang recalled the scene at the gate of the military academy again. Jiu Zhan turned around and said to Sun Lei with a distorted face, "I will definitely kill you" has been lingering in Mo Lang's heart.

Seeing the tough guy cry nine battles with his own eyes, I don't know why he always feels sore in his heart. He has always been as strong as a rock, and there will be a scene of tenderness like water.

"Knock, knock..." Mo Lang, who was still in his memory, suddenly recovered when he heard the knock on the door, and then walked over to open the door.

Mo Lang: "..."

The person who knocked on the door turned out to be Tan Cheng, holding a big cake in his hand, smiling like a spring breeze and saying: "Bad boy, happy birthday!"

Mo Lang was pleasantly surprised and burst into laughter, "Thank you, come in and sit down."

Sitting on the sofa, Mo Lang poured Tan Cheng a glass of water and sat on the sofa.

Tan Cheng is not as panicked as he was when he was pressed against a big rock at the gate of the military academy this morning. Now he is very peaceful in his heart, and he just wants to say happy birthday to Mo Lang. talk later.

After Mo Lang got into Sun Lei's car and left, Tan Cheng adjusted his emotions, drove to the cake shop to pick up the cake that he called to order early in the morning, and sat in the alley next to Mo Lang's small house. I sat and waited for hours.

"Happy birthday, little birthday boy!" Tan Cheng grinned and said.

"Thank you!"

Mo Lang took the gift from Tan Cheng, frowned slightly and said, "Didn't you give me a birthday present before? Why did you spend so much money?"

Tan Cheng: "..."

"That's it!" Mo Lang reached into his trouser pocket and took out the mobile phone of Ai Crazy, shaking it in front of Tan Cheng's eyes.

"Oh!" Tan Cheng smiled, "That is not a birthday present, this is a birthday present."

Mo Lang reached out to open the gift box.

Mo Lang: "..."

Tan Cheng: "!!!!!!"

Mo Lang locked Chuanzi eyebrows tightly, and said with a sullen face, "How do you send this?!"

"It's time." Tan Cheng twitched the corners of his mouth, smiled meaningfully and said, "You are already an adult, and it is always better to have a condom. Be careful."

Mo Lang was so thundered that he almost fell to the ground, he frowned, and smiled dryly, with black lines all over his face, hesitant to speak.