"My heart is already as dead as water, but I didn't expect that the spring light was shining in the cold night. Is it because the will of heaven is pitying the grass in the valley, and I am afraid that the world is cool and windy."

The clear and crisp voice of the Vietnamese girl came from her ears, and her beads and jade-like ding dong words, but the sound of the ink lan brain hurts and the meridians on the forehead rush.

"What's the noise? Where did you cry? Come on, beat this slut down the mountain with a stick!"

After angrily shouting, Mo Ran realized something was wrong.

...Aren't you dead?

Hate and coldness, pain and silence caused ache in his chest, and Mo Ran suddenly opened his eyes.

All the things before his death were like the wind blowing and snow dispersing. He found that he was lying on the bed, not the bed at the top of life and death. The bed was carved with dragons and phoenixes, and the wood exuded a heavy smell of powder. The old quilt was covered with pink and purple, and the patterns of mandarin ducks playing in the water were embroidered. It was the quilt that only women in the marshal would sleep.

“…”

Mo Ran felt stiff for a moment.

He knows where this is.

This is a tile near the top of life and death.

The so-called tiles are brothels, which means "the tiles are combined when they come, and the tiles are collapsed when they go", which makes the guests and the powder gather and disperse well.

When Mo Ran was young, he was very licentious for a while. He slept in this brothel for more than ten days in half a month. However, the brothel was sold out when he was in his twenties, and later changed to a winery. After his death, he actually appeared in a brothel that had long disappeared. What's going on?

Could it be that I did too many evils during my lifetime and harmed countless boys and girls, so I was punished by the King of Hell to reincarnate in the kiln to pick up customers?

Mo Ran was thinking randomly, and turned over unconsciously.

It suddenly met a sleeping face.

“…”

What's the situation!!! Why is there someone lying beside him?

Still a naked man!

This man has a tender face and delicate facial features. He looks cute and cannot tell the difference between male and female.

Mo Ran had no expression on his face, but his heart was surging. He stared at the little white face immersed in his sleep for a long time, and suddenly remembered it.

Isn’t this a young man I particularly favored when I was young, it seems to be called Rong San?

Or it's called Rong Jiu.

No matter whether it is three or nine, it doesn't matter. What's important is that the young man later suffered from the disease of the flower and willow, and he had died for many years, and his bones should have been gone. However, at this moment, he was alive, white and tender, with his shoulders and neck exposed in the brocade quilt, and all of them were ambiguous traces.

Mo Ran tensed his face, lifted up the quilt, and moved his eyes down.

“…………”

This Rong didn't know whether Jiu or San, so let's count him Rong Jiu. The little beauty Rong Jiu was covered in whip marks, and her pink thighs, which were as thin as white jade, had several red ropes strangled on her.

Mo Ran touched his chin and sighed secretly: It's so interesting.

Look at this exquisite rope art, this skillful technique, and this familiar picture.

Isn't this the fuck myself??!

He is a cultivator and has been involved in rebirth. At this moment, he couldn't help but start to doubt that he seemed to have returned to life.

In order to further verify his thoughts, Mo Ran found a bronze mirror. The bronze mirror was very worn, but in the dim halo, his appearance was still blurred.

Mo Ran died at the age of thirty-two, but at this moment the guy in the mirror looked quite childish, and his handsome eyebrows showed a unique domineering look of a young man. He looked like he was only fifteen or sixteen years old.

There was no one else in this bedroom. So a generation of tyrants in the cultivation world, bullies in Shu, emperors in the human world, lords of life and death, and steed immortals, Mo Ran, honestly expressed his inner feelings after a long silence.

"Hold……"

This fucking woke Rong Jiu who was sleeping hazy.

The beauty sat up lazily, with the thin brocade quilt on her body slid down her shoulders, revealing a large area of ​​dazzling white body. He was covered with long soft hair and picked up a pair of sleepy peach blossom eyes. The ends of his eyes were stained with redness and yawned.

"Well... Master Mo, you woke up so early today."

Mo Ran didn't say anything, and time went back more than ten years. He did like a little beauty like Rong Jiu who was charming and undistinguishable. But now, the 32-year-old Taxianjun, no matter how he looked, he suspected that his mind was called a donkey at that time, so he thought this kind of man was good-looking.

"Didn't you sleep well last night and have a nightmare?"

I am all dead, do you think it is a nightmare?

Seeing that he had not spoken, Rong Jiu was in a bad mood, so he got up and got out of bed, went to the flower-cut window, and hugged Mo Ran from behind.

"Young Master Mo, why are you ruling me? Why are you stunned and ignoring others?"

Mo Ran asked him to hug him like this, his face turned blue. He wanted to tear the little fairy off from behind him immediately and slapped seventeen or eighteen big ears on his face, but he still held it back.

He was still a little dizzy and didn't understand the situation.

After all, if I was really reborn, then I was still swaying from Rong Jiu yesterday, and I was beaten to the point of being bruised when I woke up. This behavior is no different from suffering from mental illness. It is inappropriate, it is very inappropriate.

Mo Ran sorted out his emotions and asked casually: "What month is it today?"

Rong Jiu was stunned and then smiled and said, "It's the fourth day of the fifth month."

"Year of Bingshen?"

"That was last year, this year is the year of Dingyou. Mr. Mo is really a noble man who forgets things and goes back more and more."

Dingyou year...

Mo Ran's eyes surged and his mind was spinning rapidly.

In the year of Dingyou, he was sixteen years old and was recognized by the Lord of the Top of Life and Death as his long-lost nephew for a year. In this way, he jumped from a savage dog who could be bullied by one person to a phoenix on the branch.

Then, have you really been reborn?

Or, what about a dream in the void after death...

Rong Jiu smiled and said, "Mr. Mo, I think you are so hungry that you can't even remember the days. You can sit for a while, I'll go to the kitchen to bring you some food. Is the oil-rotten cake good?"

Mo Ran had just been reborn at this time, and he didn't know how to deal with all this, but it was always right to follow the previous method. So he recalled his romantic appearance back then, endured the disgust, and pinched Rong Jiu's legs with a smile.

"It's very good. I'll add another bowl of porridge and come back to feed me."

Rong Jiu put on his clothes and went there. After a while, he came back with a wooden tray, with a bowl of pumpkin porridge, two oil-spin cakes, and a plate of side dishes.

Mo Ran was just a little hungry and was about to grab the cake to eat, but Rong Jiu suddenly pushed away his hand and said charmingly: "I'll feed the young master."

“…”

Rong Jiu picked up a piece of cake and sat on Mo Ran's legs. He put on a thin outer robe, and there was nothing underneath. His thighs with fine skin and tender flesh were separated and he touched Mo Ran's skin, and he couldn't help but rub it ambiguously. The meaning of seduction was self-evident.

Mo Ran stared at Rong Jiu's face for a while.

Rong Jiu also said that he was lustful again and said angrily: "What do you always look at me like this? The food is cold."

Mo Ran was silent for a moment, remembering the good things Rong Jiu did on his back in his previous life, and slowly rubbed a sweet and intimate smile on the corner of his mouth.

He did too many disgusting things, and as long as he was willing, he could do anything even disgusting. At this moment, he was just a show-off. The tricks would not hurt him.

Mo Ran leaned comfortably on the chair and smiled and said, "Sit up."

"I'm not sitting right now."

"You know where I'm talking about sitting."

Rong Jiu's face turned red and he spat: "So anxious, the young master will not wait until he finishes eating...ah!"

Before he finished speaking, Mo Ran forced him to pull him up, moved forward, and pressed him down again. Rong Jiu shook his hands and knocked the bowl of porridge to the ground. He gasped and said softly: "Mr. Mo, this bowl..."

"Don't worry."

"Then, then you can eat something first... well... ah..."

"Aren't I eating right now?" Mo Ran held his waist, and his dark eyes flashed with light, and Rong Jiu's beautiful face tilted his neck reflected in his pupils.

In my previous life, I was particularly willing to kiss my bright red lips when I was in love. After all, this young man is beautiful and pleasing, and he is especially good at saying things that make me moved. It would be fake to say that I was not moved at all.

However, knowing that Rong Jiu's mouth was blowing on him, Mo Ran felt that his mouth was foul and he no longer had the interest to kiss him.

There are many different things between Mo Ran, who is thirty-two years old and Mo Ran, who is 15 years old.

For example, at the age of fifteen, he knew gentleness when he was in love, but at the age of thirty-two, he was only violent.

Afterwards, he looked at Rong Jiu who was dying and fainted by himself. His eyes were slightly narrowed, with a sweet smile. He smiled very well, with a very dark and dark purple color from some angles. At this moment, he smiled and carried Rong Jiu's hair, lifted the unconscious person to the couch, picked up a piece of broken porcelain from the ground, and hung it on Rong Jiu's face.

He has always been vengeful, and now he is the same.

Thinking of how he took care of Rong Jiu's business in his previous life, he even wanted to redeem himself, and how Rong Jiu collaborated with others to design himself, he couldn't help but smile and put the sharp ceramic fragments on Rong Jiu's cheek.

This man is doing a flesh-and-skin business, and without this face, he will lose nothing.

This kitsch man would wander on the street like a dog, crawling on the ground, being kicked with boots, being ground, being scolded and being spitted, oh... I really imagined that he would be happy both physically and mentally. Even the disgust that he had just fucked this person disappeared.

Mo Ran's smile became more and more cute.

As soon as he exerted his hand, a trace of bright red blood oozed out.

The drowsy person seemed to feel the pain, and his hoarse voice lowered his soft voice, and tears still hang on his eyelashes, looking pitiful.

Mo Ran's hand suddenly stopped.

He remembered an old friend.
To be continued...