another world husband

After Mo Shi understood what he wanted, he no longer hid it. Facing Yang Lin in front of him, he pulled his arms into his arms, so that their bodies were close to each other.

They can hear each other's heartbeat.

"Bang bang bang..." It was beating very regularly, and even a little jump could be heard.

Yang Lin closed his eyes, Mo Shi pressed into Yang Lin's face little by little, his lips fell on Yang Lin's lips clumsily, Yang Lin's body trembled slightly, and he felt a coolness on his lips , making him want to sink down.

Mo Shi is still a young man who has just begun to love, he doesn't know how to arouse his lust, he can only use the most primitive desire, while gently biting Yang Lin's lips, while groping.

Yang Lin's eyelashes trembled slightly after being kissed by Mo Shi, and he held his breath tightly, not daring to pant, and even bit his lips tightly until his brain was deprived of oxygen before he opened a lip slit slightly.

Mo Shi was like a hunter waiting for an opportunity, the tip of his tongue explored the gap between Yang Lin's lips, and slipped in, gliding past Yang Lin's white teeth, teasing Yang Lin's quiet tongue.

At first, Yang Lin just cooperated with Mo Shi, but finally he was teased by Mo Shi so much that his lust became high, and he started to take the initiative.

"Go on, I didn't see anything." Sang Qingqing just felt that she was very weak today, and unexpectedly bumped into the master and his wife kissing, in case the master became angry and destroyed the corpse...

Sang Qingqing only hated that she had not cultivated enough supernatural powers, and her legs were not fast enough, so she ran away desperately, not daring to stop.

The two who kissed so ecstatically were disturbed by Sang Qingqing, their two tangled tongues had to be separated, Yang Lin's face was flushed red.

"It's okay." Mo Shi lowered his eyes, instead of caring about Sang Qingqing, he first comforted Yang Lin in a low voice.

"Yeah." Yang Lin lowered his head and kept looking at the wooden board under his feet, as if he wanted to see through the board.

Mo Shi raised Yang Lin's chin with his index finger, making Yang Lin look at him. His face was as red as a flat peach, and Mo Shi's index finger was still slightly hot.

"Don't worry about other people's opinions, you only need to care about my thoughts." Mo Shi frowned, and he really didn't want Yang Lin to pay special attention to Sang Qingqing's opinions, of course not anyone else except Sang Qingqing.

You can only care about what I think.

The strong possessive desire in Mo Shi's heart rose again, and when he thought of Yang Lin interrupting his kiss because of Sang Qingqing, he felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.

Yang Lin looked at Mo Shi's burning and possessive eyes, and nodded in a mysterious way.

Sang Qingqing mobilized all the supernatural powers in her body and ran out of the mountain with all her strength. She didn't dare to stop until the supernatural powers in her body were exhausted. She squatted in the grass and hid shivering.

She still has Mo Shi staring at her with dead eyes just now in her mind, making her feel cold all over, and she can't wait to run away.

I don't know if master will find him if he hides here.

Sang Qingqing squatted in the tall grass and raised her head to the sky, feeling that her luck today was a bit out of date, and it must be because she didn't read the almanac, and she was arrested early in the morning when she went to the bathroom.

When she was finally able to take a breather, she met her master and mother again, and last night she went to listen to the corner of the master.

Putting the two things together, Sang Qingqing believed that her master would never forgive her, after all, her master was quite a chicken soup.

Don't think she doesn't know that his master often casts curses on himself together with his wife. Although they are all just curses such as unlucky wrestling, it can also prove that he is narrow-minded.

This time when I encountered such a big incident, I still don't know how Master will punish me.

Sang Qingqing sat decadently in the grass, pulling the grass and vines irritably, at a loss.

Mo Shi tidied up his emotions and took Yang Lin out. The appearance of Sang Qingqing told Mo Shi a message that there must be something going on outside.

Sure enough, when she went outside the house, Aunt Hu greeted the folks in the village who had put up the benches, tables and chairs, and was waiting for Mo Shi, the host, to come out and start the banquet.

"Let's have a feast, let's have a feast, Xiaocui will call your lady out to serve the food." Aunt Hu looked for Sang Qingqing with a smile on her face and waited for her to help her, but she didn't see anyone in front of or behind the house, so she could only ask Xiaocui went to look for it.

Xiaocui responded with low eyebrows, put down the work in her hands, and started looking for Sang Qingqing around after she got out of the kitchen.

As soon as Mo Shi pulled Yang Lin to appear, the surrounding villagers surrounded him. They wanted to ask Mo Shi clearly today whether the grass would be harvested or not.

A middle-aged man named Niu Baogen limped and came to Mo Shi with a bundle of grass that had just been cut this morning. He was already lame. When he was young, he fell from a mountain and broke his leg. He was lame only after receiving timely treatment. People in the village called him lame cow.

Not many people in the village believed what Mo Shi said yesterday, and Niu Laizi was one of them. He didn't want to provoke Mo Shi at first. Find ways to make money.

For a cripple, it is difficult to do some hard work or go hunting in the mountains. It is not bad if he can grow some crops and barely survive the day.

When he heard the news about Mo Shi harvesting grass, he was the first and the most active one. He cut a dozen or so bundles early in the morning and brought them to Aunt Hu's side, waiting quietly.

This will see how Mo Shi can stand it, even if he is afraid in his heart, he has to come forward and ask what happened.

"Uncle Niu, what's the matter with you?" Yang Lin looked at Niu Baogen who came forward and asked.

Niu Baogen's withered, black, dry and thin face was full of ravines, his sunken and yellow eyes looked at Mo Shi sincerely, his chapped lips squirmed twice, and he made a hoarse voice, which was ear-piercing.

"I heard that you are harvesting green grass, so I cut some for you, and you can see if you can harvest it."

Because Niu Baogen worked with his waist hunched over all the year round, he already had a hunchback. At this time, when he wanted to greet Mo Shi in a low voice, his waist was even lowered, and it seemed that he was still below Mo Shi's waist.

A pair of hands like pear rakes tightly hold the bundle of green grass in his arms, treating it like a treasure.

Yang Lin didn't speak, but looked forward to Mo Shi. This matter was said by Mo Shi, so only he can make the decision, and he has to ask what he means first.

"Take it." Mo Shi said without emotion, glanced at the herd of cows grazing behind the house, and almost forgot about these guys.

When Niu Baogen heard Mo Shi's words, he was like the sound of heaven, his withered and dark face smiled into a crumpled dead leaf, revealing most of the teeth that had fallen out of his mouth.

Yang Lin felt both funny and sad when he saw this scene.

The most indispensable thing in the world is this kind of suffering people. As long as you give a little hope, you will feel that the whole world is warm.

Mo Shi's eyes were not on Niu Baogen. He had seen too many people who were more difficult and pitiful than Niu Baogen.

What's the use of pity and pity, even if he lacks an arm, no one here will treat him kindly, everything can only depend on himself.

The pitiful and pitiful eyes of others cannot keep a person alive, and it may only deepen his pain.

"Go and count how many there are." Mo Shi commanded Yang Lin to count the bales of green grass.

One reason is to let Yang Lin quickly take back his pity eyes, and the other reason is that Niu Baogen doesn't know how to count, and the pile of grass that can be piled up into a city wall only says that there are only a dozen bundles.

If it's a little bit more unscrupulous, just say a dozen bundles at will, and he must recognize it.

"A total of 33 bundles." Yang Lin counted the bundles of green grass and told Mo Shi the truth.

Mo Shi took out 33 copper coins from his skirt and handed them to Niu Baogen, but he didn't bother to tell him how much it was, since he couldn't count it even if he told him anyway.

When the surrounding villagers saw that Mo Shi had really pulled out the copper coins, they made an uproar, wishing they could put on their belts and rush down the mountain to cut enough grass.

Aunt Hu looked at the villagers outside who were about to run away, and calmly directed a few helpers to serve food. The villagers who originally wanted to go to work without eating, saw the sumptuous feast on the table, and became silent.

Seeing the shiny pieces of fat meat and the delicious dishes being brought to the table one after another, they began to fight in their minds, should they earn money first or eat first?

"Don't panic, everyone, you will have the strength to work when you are full." Aunt Hu's words played a role in fueling the flames. Originally, these villagers planned to eat first, and once they heard Aunt Hu's words, they would be completely at ease. down.

If you don’t eat such good noodles today, it will be difficult to eat them later.

After Hu aunt stabilized the villagers, she gave Mo Shi and Yang Lin a sharp look: You two did a good job, and today's Shangliang wine was almost completely messed up.

Yang Lin lowered his head, not daring to look directly at his mother, but Mo Shi was like a rock, motionless.

"Why don't you find a seat by yourself, and let me invite you." Aunt Hu became angry when she saw the two standing in the middle of the road. Is the dish on the way?

Only then did Yang Lin pull Mo Shi to find a vacant table and sit down, fearing that Mo Shi would misunderstand Aunt Hu, he explained softly: "My mother just said that she lost her temper, so don't take it to heart."

Mo Shi nodded slightly, but did not speak.

Xiao Cui searched around the house for Sang Qingqing but couldn't find it, she ran back all the way like an ant on a hot pot, and asked Mo Shi for help: "Miss Master, Miss is missing."

Yang Lin was stunned, and looked around nervously, but he didn't see Sang Qingqing's shadow, and he couldn't help worrying, where did this girl go to fool around?

"Have you searched all around? Have you searched in the village?" Yang Lin looked nervous, and pressed Xiao Cui again and again. Xiao Cui's tears were rolling in her eyes, and she shook her head again and again.

Whether it was in the village or on the mountain, she had searched, let alone people, and there were no traces of the two ghosts.

Yang Lin murmured worriedly: "This is weird, where can this girl go?"

Mo Shi saw that Yang Lin was so worried about Sang Qingqing, sourness appeared in his mouth, and he also looked a little bit unhappy, his face was livid.

She glared at Xiao Cui with an unhappy expression on her face, and Xiao Cui was so frightened that she couldn't help herself.

"Xiaocui is still a child, and it has nothing to do with Qingqing running away..." Yang Lin didn't have the nerve to say what he said later, or he and Mo Shi would have done such embarrassing things in the room during the day. As for being bumped into by Sang Qingqing and running out.

Mo Shi's face darkened again, and he looked even more gloomy. What does Yang Lin mean by this? It's not Xiaocui's fault, but him?

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