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This turn from passive to active,? From being the hunted who can only run around for his life, to the bloody battle where the chaser directly breaks into hell and starts killing without saying a word.

It was not until this night that the black river in front of the entrance of the Yin Division was almost stained red with blood.

The reason for the temporary suspension? Of course, it was not that the Yin Division had reacted in such a short period of time.

Instead, there were two people who went to hell together in a despicable and shameless way, and after killing people, they 'disappeared' before dawn just like before.

From beginning to end, it happened in a blink of an eye.

But the two who carried the Buddhist knife together and went to hell together had already harvested all the lives present and turned away.

And when these two appeared, they didn't even talk about the rules, rationale and purpose. The people who started to kill at the beginning not only looked like two evil spirits who came to kill them at the beginning.

Even later, maybe he felt that tonight's wave of headshots was almost finished,? Apart from anything else, he ran away with a knife in his hand, and he didn't feel at all that his behavior was not like two Buddhist dignitaries who should have a bit of Buddha.

But what a pity, no matter how despicable they are.

When the two were about to leave, no living evil Buddha present tonight dared or could stop them.

What's more,? When the rest of the hell troops in Longjiang City,? were all attracted by the bloody battle between the two because of the action of the Yin Division before they had time to make a move.

At the scene, except for the three wrathful heavens who were lying on the ground with their pupils dilated and their arms cut off, there was only the corpse of an evil Buddha that could no longer be described in ordinary people's language as terrifying and bloody——

"This,? This is—"

At that moment, when the rest stumbled over, every face of the shadow comer whose eyes reflected everything in front of him was pale with fright.

Because at the same time when they were scared out of their wits by the sight of the ghost sitting on the ground in fright, at the side of the Wangchuan River in front of the gate of hell, the dharma body and spiritual consciousness of each hellish villain had been dug out by a lunatic come out.

The bodhisattva's spiritual consciousness that supports the three dharmas is dug out, and no matter how powerful a Buddha is, he can only become a sword and fish.

Therefore, when these evil Buddhas died, it is conceivable what kind of fiasco they all experienced.

Not only that, all the rebels who didn't know what they had experienced before their death had their bones dug out of their chests, and they knelt on the ground facing the western world and died in a gesture of begging for mercy.

The kneeling postures of the evil Buddhas before death are very similar to the pious and single-mindedness of these people when they were ordained as monks and vowed to bring light to the world.

They have experienced thousands of ancestors' practice before they have a compassionate heart for all living beings and all living things, and they have ascended to Buddhahood.

However, after these people became Buddhas as they wished, they were gradually overlooked by all living beings for a long time, and their good thoughts were lost by greed and selfish desires in their hearts, and they became despicable than Buddhas, cruel and selfish demon Buddhas.

The evil of the devils and Buddhas is that they know that it is not easy for them to be a Buddha in this life, but they still forget their original aspirations after choosing to convert to Buddhism.

Now, facing the west, kneeling and admitting their mistakes, their faces are only full of fear, begging for mercy, and fear mixed together, perhaps a selfish greed that ordinary people do not have.

And it was the black Buddha bones that were dug out from their bodies to prove that these people were already demon bodies, and now they were bloody stuck upside down on the ground like trophies pulled out by people.

In the jungle of Buddha bones, ghostly wind gusts, each black bone is just inserted into the blood-watered soil of hell, and just spells out the most famous Sanskrit word in Buddhism - Buddha.

Buddha, originally a transliteration of Sanskrit.

This Sanskrit means the enlightened one, and the one who knows is the Buddha. The Buddha characters pieced together from black Buddha bones are left here, which is precisely the Buddha and Bodhisattva who have been domineering for a long time in the ten halls and eighteen hells of the underworld. They uttered a question that made people's ears hurt.

——You Buddhas, do you still remember or know how to write this character?

You Buddhas, do you still know what a Buddha is?

——You Buddhas, are you really worthy of being a Buddha now?

These three overlooked the entire picture of hell beings, drew their swords and questioned 17 Buddhas, so that these evil Buddhas who could not answer this question at all could only die here.

And in the bone array framed by the black Buddha bones, the heads of those evil Buddhas who died in a bun were deliberately piled up high like a pagoda.

On the pagoda of human heads, there is a white Buddha flower on the top, which can tell who the person who committed the murder is at a glance.

The pure white petals of the Buddha flower are blooming, and the pure stamens reveal the fragrance of dew, and a purple butterfly rests on a dark Buddha bone in the center.

The wings of the purple butterfly are translucent, with bits of broken purple phosphorescence shining.

In this hell where ghosts are crying and wolves are howling, and the dead are everywhere, there is a kind of ghostly beauty beyond people's imagination.

The person who ran madly into hell and dared to do such a thing with his own hands probably felt that it was not elegant to throw such a large pile of ugly black bones here, or let people who came later see them with their own eyes. Something that requires some pouring of personal beauty.

So every time he inserts a bone of a Demon Buddha on the ground with his hand, or slowly puts a human head on it.

That person, dressed in a woman's costume, sitting in the pile of demon corpses, maybe the long-haired lunatic with hands with black nails seems to be completely intoxicated by it, as if comparing the distance between the bone and the insertion distance of the bone, yes The length of each bone, or each head in his hand, how to make it look more beautiful has spent a lot of thought.

His face stained with the blood of the deceased may be looking at the moonlight above his head, or he may be singing light Sanskrit sounds, holding the bloody Buddha head in his hand with one hand, and kissing the one he is holding on to with his nails in the other hand. white buddha flower.

Because killing Buddha, for him, is no longer an impossible thing for ordinary people.

He killed as much as he wanted, and left as soon as he wanted. No one among ordinary Buddhas and demons in this world could stop him now.

And this terrifying beauty, Tu Buddha's gloom, flowers and death, and the evil spirit of the person who did it, powerful and terrifying.Even let this white Buddha flower bloom on the corpse, the dark black ground full of upside-down corpses no longer looks like a scene of corpses.

It was more like a performance than a massacre.

Moreover, it is a performance created by a lunatic who already regards killing as a beautiful thing in his heart. It is a performance that he wants to show some people to see with their own eyes. Extreme cruelty, ferocity, but also crushing and trampling the lives of all sentient beings .

Such a lunatic who has always had a strong desire to perform, has a crazy and narcissistic personality, will never find another person in the world of three thousand Buddha Dharma...

After all, except...except that person.

Who else is there besides that lunatic who is neither male nor female, neither Buddha nor demon!Who else could do such a thing!

Gu Donglai, Gu Donglai!He...he really broke into the underworld this time!He really is back!Hell... He Yinsi, this time we really met an unbeatable man-eating devil!

Also under the visual impact of the performance brought by the demon and Buddha, flowers and death, corpses and butterflies, the one-eyed guardian who fell to the ground as a "survivor" with tears and tears looked more like Seeing a fuzzy shadow, he seemed to be frightened crazy, and he could only repeat such a sentence in his mouth after yelling.

"Haha...one time...not enough...come again next time! Haha...hahaha!"

"...One time is not enough, next time... I will come again! No, no, don't do it again..."

"Ahhh!! Spare my life, spare my life!!! Burning Lamp Buddha! Daming, King Ming... Bodhisattva! Yes, my disciple is wrong! It is my disciple who should not have betrayed my Buddha...It is my disciple who should not have fallen for himself and betrayed the Buddha Dharma of Guangming! ! Please don’t kill me!! Don’t kill me!! Ahhhh!! Those two people are going to take that knife again and chop off my head!!”

It was as if the evil Buddha protector who had witnessed the most terrifying scene in the world with his own eyes laughed wildly and kowtowed twice in the direction of the west sky, then hugged his head and burst into tears.

Enlightened completely, lost in the wrong way.

The word "duren", after this battle, may no longer be the Purdue that Buddhism only taught with kindness in the past, but the real way to turn back from the sea of ​​bitterness with the butcher knife in hand to subdue evil karma and pay the price of blood.

After that, the Buddhist traitor whose life was spared by the other party seemed to have a real repentance for Buddhism, and stepped towards the empty place where there were no people, and began to cry and kneel and kowtow, alive Shocked most of the underworld hell.

"My Buddha is merciful! My Buddha... is merciful! My Buddha is merciful! The disciple knows his mistake!! It is the disciple who is guilty, and the disciple really knows his mistake—"

And then, the Buddhist traitor who seemed to have gone crazy, but really repented, immediately knelt together with the corpses of the evil Buddhas, facing the Western Paradise, and howled in acknowledgment.

Turning around, on the other side, there were two people who ran away together early and disappeared before dawn, and returned to the old place where they still need to wait for the real opportunity before the last crisis——

……

"...Wow...Wow..."

……

When the night once again enveloped the night sky outside the hotel.

The frosted transparency reflects that the bathroom door inside blocks everything from the outside. It is damp and hazy, so that the water vapor in the entire hotel bathroom climbs up to the huge floor-to-ceiling mirror in front of the sink in front of you.

The women's dress that had been stained with blood was thrown on the ground, its alluring appearance looked like a withered and withered mandala.

The long-haired man lying in the large jacuzzi bathtub behind him has damp hair on his temples. He is resting a snow-white, strong arm full of explosive power on a pair of eyes, and letting his body soaked in the bathtub be reflected in the blurred vision on the other side. In the big mirror.

And as the temperature in the room rose, the long-haired man's shoulders slid down, and the water covered his neck.

Immediately afterwards, the water splashed and fell from the inside to the ground, and the sound of splashing water covered the inside.

When the pungent blood was washed away from his whole body and the bright makeup on his face was washed away, it became more obvious what the person in the bathtub was like in private.

Here, it was still the top floor of the big hotel that was originally used as a hiding place.

After the previous person returned from the outside, Gu Donglai has been staying here, and has never stepped out of this big bathtub, and just like him, everything in front of him seems extremely extravagant, full of the words "Only Gu Donglai" In order to interpret the ultimate perfect hedonism.

In the bathtub, besides the water, it is full of rose petals.

It was as if the bright red petals of all the roses in the world were found for him to float in the water, and it also fused all the fragrances of the flowers on him, making it the most intense at one time.

The rose petals that were sticking to his skin, flesh and bones, which looked fragrant, were pinched and played with by his black nails, and then squeezed out blood-like flower juice and slid all the way down his Adam's apple, collarbone and chest.

In the big mirror that he conjured up and placed here to fully expose all the secrets of the human body, it also directly reflected his red body from fingers to toes and everything that outsiders could not see.

And it was also because at this time when no one could disturb him at all, Gu, who was lying in the bathtub, first lifted a rose petal with one long leg and placed it on the edge of the cold bathtub.

Then, one toe was hooked upwards, and the toes painted with black nail polish also caused splashes in front of his eyes. He lazily put down his hand, opened his eyes again, and enjoyed himself looking at himself in the mirror to his heart's content. this look.

"..."

At first glance, the long-haired man in the mirror had really white skin all over his body. He pressed his cheek and nose bridge with one hand, and held a lighted cigarette with the other hand resting beside the bathtub.

Soot fell from his fingers.Embellished with bright red petals that filled a bathtub, it seemed that he was both charming and versatile.

The blood stains were washed off the still beautiful face without makeup, leaving only two mandala flowers in the middle of the eyebrows, and now that he took off his dress, his completely masculine figure had no choice. It only makes people feel blood spurting, and it belongs to mature men completely, as sexy and presumptuous as the stamens are ripe inside.

With such a body and face full of gender contradictions, it is difficult to define which kind of beauty belongs to male or female.

But because he was taking a bath now, he took off the earrings that he wore all year round, and now there were two small, light-colored piercings left on the snow-white earlobes.

There was a cigarette in the finger resting on the edge of the bathtub.

The moment he clamped one filter tip and put it to his mouth to take a puff, he first pressed the bridge of his nose and cheeks, played with the water and flower petals with his hands, and lay on his head in the bathtub while smoking a cigarette, while Facing the mid-air, he laughed as if enjoying himself.

This low sigh, followed by a wisp of hazy smoke seeping out from his open lips.

Then, he clamped the cigarette to the top of the bridge of his nose, and continued to puff freely by himself. His long hair was wet on his shoulders, wrapping his whole body in this scent of flowers and smoke, male and female. , the different roles of Buddha and demon are intertwined in a double beauty.

At that moment, he raised his head, his chest was surging, exciting, and refreshing, but he couldn't hide the excitement and frenzy that became more and more uncontrollable as he thought about it. He let his body fall into the water and laughed.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

The laughter that didn't know how to hold back a little, seemed to wash away the pain, humiliation, and hatred in my heart for many years.When he stood up step by step from the state of a loser kneeling on the ground, he found his true, brand new self.

And thinking of this, the splash of water falling from the bathtub became even stronger, but the lunatic who was having fun in the bathtub alone didn't care.

Because he looks at himself in the mirror now and can be intoxicated like this, which is the real himself.

But I have to say that he is also very happy at this moment, and he is so happy that he is completely narcissistic and obsessed with all this.

Because now he can not only lie in this bathtub and look at himself without any scruples, but also slide his hand all the way to touch everything about him, it seems that he doesn't mind what the mirror will reflect, and fully appreciates how strong he is now Rather than being invincible.

But who made him like it very much, and he likes himself very much now.

Not only has he overcome the calamity of being defeated by lust again, but he has completely accepted the current appearance, returned to the arrogance of the past, and completely fell in love with the way he is now, and even loves the way he is now.

This kind of intense spiritual pleasure of completely self-loving and intoxicated with everything in your body at the moment.

In the previous "painful" desire, he was able to sweep all the hell chasers all the way, and finally found the refreshment and confidence that he had never had when he defeated everything that was invincible.

Thinking the same way, in order to see himself clearly in the mirror, Gu Donglai sat up from the original sitting position, and then half-prostrated himself on the edge of the bathtub.When he leaned his chin against his arm and tilted his head, Gu Donglai, whose mouth was curled up happily, then wiped the moisture off the mirror with one hand.

Then, Gu, who had been looking in the mirror like this for at least an hour or two, but was not tired at all, then touched the lotus flower scar on his lower back that was washed by water and made it more colorful.

This posture with the back slightly raised towards the mirror and the legs raised back is a little difficult to describe.

But now he was alone, squinting and laying on his stomach, but he didn't care at all. He wrapped his hands around his waist, touched the lotus scar on his lower back, and took a look in the mirror.

This lotus, according to his consistent personality, it is absolutely impossible for him to leave such a physical defect.

But because he thought it looked good to keep it at the beginning, so he didn't try to get rid of it at that time, but kept it all the time.

He just likes good-looking things, so it's no big deal to keep it just because he thinks it looks good.

However, this kind of scar can be seen at a glance as long as one knows a little Buddhist common sense.It's better not to let some people who shouldn't see it first, otherwise it will not only cause trouble for him who is still finishing his work, but also other unknown troubles will exist.

"...Tsk."

At the moment, watching the water from the shower falling like rain from above, and rolling down the lips, neck and chest of the long-haired narcissist who was stuck in thought, saving his whole body from the bloody massacre Release it for now.

Lying in the bathtub, Gu Donglai, who was touching his lotus scar, also pursed his lips irritably from the joy, closed his eyes, straightened his shoulders and let out a whisper.

"so troublesome."

These three words, while covering his eyes and looking up, he turned his head and said in a low voice, but it seemed that he was really annoyed for a while.

As a person who likes to be straightforward about everything.

People like Gu Donglai really hate all emotional people and things, and the problem of procrastinating and wasting time that can't be solved with the most direct victory or defeat.

Because, it is precisely the things that cannot be easily resolved by force, which means troubles for a person like him, really troublesome.

And those things that brought him a lot of unhappiness in his heart, now that they are brought up, it is estimated that they may not be a big deal to some people who have become Buddhas.

But it was from this turning point that everything about him underwent a drastic change after that.

He once blamed himself for these things, and fell into the great hatred that even if he destroyed himself in the future, he would drag that person to die with him.

However, after so long, he would not be as short-sighted as before.

Because if he still keeps this kind of thing in mind at this time, it seems that he has already joined hands with the other party once again. He is narrow-minded in front of big right and wrong, and he is not like that person who is detached and open-minded.

And indeed, in the face of the life and death that the Buddha and demons are about to face.

This little thing can't even be regarded as something that has caused serious harm to the body, it's just... some kind of shitty thing where both sides are the venting party and the venting party, it's not worth mentioning at all.

There are more people in this world who can vent and be vented with different people every day.

People don't take this kind of thing seriously.How can he, a strong man who no longer pays attention to Buddha and demon, male and female, good and evil, can really never learn to let go of it all his life.

He's not the kind of person who wants to be seen through when he was once inconspicuous and embarrassing.

So simply, this matter will be completely settled afterwards, and there are no people and things in this world that are difficult, so can it be difficult for him now.

He is Gu Donglai.Never... Don't let him bow his head to anyone, it's impossible, even if it's the last poisonous desire, and the next real desperate battle that will sweep the evil Buddha, he has his own way, don't care about anyone people.

He never bows his head, never.

It was also these thoughts that crossed his mind that made him, who was propping his arms on the side of the bathtub, open his eyes again in displeasure.

And when he thought about this thoroughly in his heart, he looked into the mirror in front of him again. For a moment, he saw that the flower tattoos on his arms and body were soaked in a bathtub of petals. Kiss's chest heaved and heaved, and even every drop of water on it made people not want to let it go, he almost fell in love with himself like this when he saw it.

This scene also pleased the long-haired devil who was very narcissistic before, and now even more narcissistic to the extreme, and immediately cleaned up the momentary unhappiness in his heart. Man amuses himself and looks in the mirror without wearyness.

"... Buddha Mother Bodhisattva."

"You don't need to compare yourself with that kind of person now, you are the best and most beautiful in the world... Who would not love you, and who can really defeat you like you are now..."

"You are so perfect and powerful, go fight your own way, no one in this world will not love you from now on, you don't have to be afraid of anyone at all, you can do whatever you want at all... Wait a minute, wait a little longer Wait, soon you'll be free of some of the people you're using, and you'll be completely free-"

This self-admiration, self-obsessed words, when the deep black fingers rubbed the water droplets on the lips from top to bottom, the face of the long-haired madman who was lying in the bathtub squinted and talked to himself A happy expression.

But it seems that his 'self' is still on his lips.

A certain demon who had been in this bathtub for nearly two or three hours suddenly heard someone knock on the outside door with one hand.

Hearing this, the 'Buddha Mother and Bodhisattva', who was so narcissistic that he had already blocked all the voices from the outside world, paused. When he subconsciously held up the cigarette in his hand, the voice of the person who was about to be kicked away by him was already in his mouth. There was a knock at the door—

"It's been almost three hours, what the hell are you doing in there?"

"Gu Donglai."

"..."

This sentence, the other party standing at the door asked coldly and indifferently.

If it wasn't for him at the end, a name was added.This voice was just like the person who used to stay away from the human world for many years and just stayed in the thousand-year-old temple to face his Buddha with no human feelings at all. It was so cold that it could freeze people to death.

And if the two of them face each other normally, Gu Donglai would not be startled by the sudden appearance of his voice in his ears.

But at this very moment, Gu Motou, who said just a second ago that he was not afraid of anyone in the world, subconsciously turned weird, and raised his head in a hurry, as if he was afraid of what would happen to the person at the door, he put the cigarette in his hand. Throw it in the bathtub.

He flicked his hand in a panic, and the cigarette butt he threw into the water was extinguished, but because it was very light, the cigarette butt that was smashed into the bathtub floated up immediately after, like exposed evidence.

Seeing this, Gu Donglai, who was frowning nervously, subconsciously waved the smells around him with his hand.But after only two swings, the long-haired monster who was dominated by the body and made mistakes like a primary school student froze again, followed by a gnashing of teeth, irritable and speechless self-doubt.

He, now... what the hell is he doing like this.

Why should I be afraid of the person at the door? Is it just secretly smoking a cigarette in the bathroom? Why should I pinch the cigarette in my hand when I hear his voice.

Wait, secretly... What do you mean, when did he secretly, he obviously hid here openly and smoked!

This time, the long-haired devil's own mind was almost disobedient, and the "war between heaven and man" who was led astray hadn't finished thinking about it.He was already impatiently sitting in the bathtub, grabbing his long hair with one hand, and fidgeting to fish out the cigarette butts in the water, trying to hide the things secretly somewhere around again.

But he looked left and right, and before he could hide the cigarette butt that had been extinguished in his hand, the man outside spoke again.

But this time, the words in the other party's mouth made Gu Donglai, who was still sitting in the bathtub, black-faced.

"Gu Donglai, you never asked me to get you a bathtub of rose petals, and you never came out after you said you were going to take a bath. Taking a bath alone, why do you need so many petals? Now you are sitting in it one by one. Do you count?"

"What's the matter with you, are you in a bad mood, talk."

In this regard, a person soaking in this bathtub is obviously very comfortable, and there is no need to see his long-haired devil being made naturally unwilling to respond by his teacher's tone of checking students' homework.

Listening to the words between the lines, he reminded himself what happened to him and what happened to him.

Gu Donglai was so annoyed that he wanted to cover his ears and not want to speak, but just when he was going to pretend to be deaf and ignore this person violently, a certain prince standing at the door added another sentence at this moment.

"If you are poisoned by carbon dioxide inside, don't keep silent, I heard you laughed very strangely inside."

"If you have leg cramps and have no strength to ask for help in the bathtub, just knock on the things at your hand. I hope you understand, don't think that a big man takes a bath for too long, and sits in the bathtub and counts petals and finally counts carbon dioxide. To be poisoned is embarrassing."

"Because a person's life is priceless, it is far more important than your face."

"..."

The young Buddha outside the door seemed to be chanting scriptures coldly again, and he heard the devil and started to go crazy again.

But seeing that the other party is so annoying, knowing that he will not go out again, this person really has the ability to stand at the door and keep talking.

Gu Motou, whose face was so ugly at the sound, immediately stood up from the bathtub, covered in water, touched the bath towel casually, wrapped it around his waist, and pulled the door open with a menacing and cold face.

When the damp door of the bathroom was opened with one hand, the scorching hot air gushed out.

The two looked at each other.

The cold and indifferent black-haired Buddha at the door seemed to pause for a moment when he saw the half-naked chest muscles and legs of the long-haired devil in front of him.

Immediately afterwards, before he could move his eyes away from the other person, he saw that there was a bath towel in front of him, and he didn't care about himself at all. This was almost the same as how his naked appearance would fall in the eyes of others. Gu Donglai had already grabbed one of his hands. His cigarette butts were thrown on him.

"Get out of here, you said someone fainted from carbon dioxide poisoning in the bathtub, and I asked you to make me a bathtub of roses, so what, I like to chant sutras to people so much, why don't I give you a wooden fish and go directly to hell to continue chant!"

"..."

There is no other demon in the world who is so vicious and brutal, who doesn't like to reason, and who throws cigarette butts.

When I dragged him to hell before, when he was headed, he also said that the two of them could lean on their backs and entrust their trust.

In the blink of an eye, Gu Motou, who turned his face and refused to recognize anyone, seemed to dislike his big enemy anyway, and casually threw him the cigarette butt that he had just hidden in the bathroom for a long time.

And faced with the fact that he was hiding and smoking, he was caught again.

After tonight's battle, the long-haired demon who became more arrogant and narcissistic jumped directly over the shoulder of his "big benefactor" Buddha, and walked to the big purple bed step by step, lying on it like a big character The shape generally occupies the center.

call.comfortable.At the moment, Gu Donglai seemed to relax or refreshed again.

This "big font" prone position, which he thought was very comfortable, could almost take in everything in a glance of the demon's beautiful waist and back with long hair drooping down and some scenery under his long legs.

He lay faceless.

Once he took off his women's clothing, he was also very tall as a man.The skeleton that was born there, the shoulders and waist are not thin at all.

That explosive power is so powerful that it can kick a living person into a dead person's legs with just one kick. Just lying down like this makes him appear to be stronger than anyone else and invincible at all.

But even such a big devil in every aspect, who doesn't look like a cuddly bird at all, is at the moment like a cute ghost, hugging a pillow under his body, lazily and coquettishly rubbing his hands .

With this virtue, even if you say he is a demon, you will be sorry to the demon.This made the black-haired Buddha standing behind him, watching the scene of "beautiful man/female hug pillow picture" even more speechless.

And outsiders can never guess what is going on in his heart, the black-haired Buddha looked down indifferently at the pillow that was treated better than ordinary people.

Then, Prince Fang walked to the edge of the bed step by step and sat down on the edge of the outermost bed. He took a clean towel without saying a word, and covered the long hair of the big guy on the bed with his own His hands wrapped in brand new white gauze slowly wiped his hair.

This 'active service' posture is quite abnormal.

In the past, he didn't even rely on him, and now he is getting close to others. This is not like the style of this Buddha.

But the one lying on the bed hugging the pillow, and the one sitting next to him at the head of the bed were a bit nervous, so they both ignored how they originally shouted at each other in this inexplicably quiet atmosphere. The virtue of fighting and shouting to kill each other.

Gu Donglai's feeling of goosebumps when he got close to him before miraculously failed for the first time.

"Is it comfortable?"

Prince Fang asked with a good attitude.

"It's not bad, try harder, haven't you eaten tonight?"

Gu Motou, who was lying comfortably on his stomach with his head propped up, was very adaptable to this kind of role relationship and used him as if he was being used.

In front of him, he didn't say a word, but the young Buddha, who obeyed his orders in everything he said, obviously only held the prayer beads all the year round with his scarred hands, and he didn't even hold his own knife often.

At this moment, however, he held the strand of damp long hair under the towel as if it were the most precious treasure in the world, and cared for it inch by inch.

His fingers wrapped around the hair looked white and cold at first glance, but when the gauze touched the other's hair through the fingertips, he felt every trace of the other's body carefully as if he was touching a beautiful flower aroma.

That is, under the light of the magenta-white Buddha light, the water vapor on the long-haired devil's curly hair was gradually disappeared by the young Buddha's hands, which made people feel so comfortable that they just wanted to be pressed by his head, and they just wanted to lie down and not want to move.

At this time, a certain prince brushed his hair while smoothing the curly hair, and took the time to speak to the demon himself, whose vigilance was slightly lowered at the moment.

"Gu Donglai, how tall are you?"

Hearing this, Gu Motou lay motionless with his eyes closed, although his voice was still suspicious and vigilant, it softened a little and he spoke.

"Why are you asking this?"

"Just ask, as a slovenly, ugly-faced ugly man. I just want to simply understand all aspects of physical fitness of a high-quality handsome guy like you. Moreover, you are still the kind of man who is different from ordinary men. A handsome guy who puts on his nail polish carefully must know a lot.”

It was like sarcasm, and he was like flattering him. It sounds like people don't want to pay attention to him, but Gu Motou, who is probably in a really good mood at the moment, stopped for a while, closed his eyes again, and said like an old man.

"One eighty seven."

——Sure enough, it is exactly as it looks, and it is the same height as him.

"weight."

"One two four."

"When it was the heaviest."

"One two five."

——The heaviest weight is only one catty. He really deserves to be a person who is extremely narcissistic about his appearance, and he is actually much thinner than he imagined.

But this person with no extra fat all over his body is not only not the ugly and skinny figure, but also has sexy abdominal muscles, and even the part of the outline exposed under the towel when he is half lying on the bed is perfect, no wonder he There are also traces of long-term exercise on the back, legs and waist, so it seems that any clothes look good.

So, it's hard to believe that this is a living example of Da Shizhi's unhealthy thinking person who told him last time that he is sexy when undressed, even more sexy when dressed, sometimes handsome, sometimes pure, but in fact very coquettish.

"What about the waistline?"

Seeing that he didn't know why he kept asking himself all kinds of nonsense, Gu Motou immediately became impatient and wanted to curse.

"What are you asking? Why are you asking so many questions? I don't know. I'm not a bride who wears a wedding dress. Who would go to measure her own waist? Anyway, as long as it doesn't fit in the ready-made clothes."

What Gu Motou said was just casually because he didn't want to talk to him anymore.

But a certain prince who was slowly wiping his hair for him suddenly fell silent when he heard his words, and for a long time, just when Gu Donglai thought that he finally didn't have to listen to his endless nonsense anymore, a certain prince suddenly fell silent. But the man lowered his head a little closer to him, and suddenly spoke in a tone of a private conversation between two people.

"Gu Donglai, do you think the rose bath just now was fun?"

But when Gu Motou heard what he said, he thought that he wanted to provoke again by reminding him of this matter again, so he simply opened one eye, raised his head lazily and pulled the corner of his mouth perfunctorily, saying,

"return