Leaning on the fence to watch the birth of the moon

Hua Changlian was carrying an exquisite white porcelain jar tied with a red string. The candied fruit in the jar was not something that ordinary people could eat. He naturally believed that it would make the young man in white like it very much, and at least it would ease the relationship between the two parties. Good luck, maybe you can find out the name of this young man in white.

Just as he was thinking about it, Hua Changlian suddenly heard a sound of "Boom!", and then the strong wind blew in his face, and the door panel flew out from beside him, and then there was another loud noise, which shattered the railing of the aisle behind him , went straight down to the second floor...

Hua Changlian turned her head to look at the missing rails, and when she turned her head again, she saw Mo Xian looking at him with a dark face.

If you don't know that the disaster is imminent at this time, you are a fool.And at the same time, Hua Changlian, a veteran rolling in the flowers and plants, unexpectedly smelled a familiar scent of a man's lust.He couldn't help being taken aback, and seeing that the dead man who had been with Mo Xian all along didn't come out with him, he immediately guessed exactly what Mo Xian was doing just now.

Hua Changlian couldn't help secretly regretting that she had found the wrong time. After all, a man would be unhappy if he was disturbed at this time, but at the same time he was slightly happy.

After all, this shows that this young man in white also likes the style of men. Although masculinity is common nowadays, there are still some men who are insensitive to this, and even very disgusted.Now that he is also a fellow, it will be much easier for Hua Changlian to kiss Fangze.

Secondly, now the two master and servant are promiscuous in daylight!This shows that the other party is not as pure and pure as he looks on the outside, and is not to be played with, but this aloofness is on the outside, but it is flirting in the bones, which is even more itchy!

Thirdly, this young man in white is most likely a fledgling who has just come out of the rivers and lakes. Otherwise, with his appearance, there is no need to hug a tough dead man. I don't know how many men and women will throw themselves into his arms.

Regarding the relationship between Mo Xian and the dead man, Hua Changlian didn't think in the direction of his partner at all.Because the "deep" physical contact between the dead man and the master is as common as the physical contact between the close maid and the master, and there may even be more between the dead man and the master.

After all, even maids are jealous, and even have unrealistic fantasies, and cause trouble for themselves and their masters.But the dead warriors don't. Although they are relatively dull and dull, and most of them are no longer young or even scarred, the unique flexibility and vigor of martial arts practitioners, coupled with absolute loyalty and obedience, are quite good if they are used simply to vent their desires. easy to use.

Although Hua Changlian's mind was spinning, she must have been distracted, but Mo Xian, who was burning with anger, didn't care whether he was distracted, so he raised his palm and hit him on the shoulder!

When Hua Changlian felt bad, he had no time to dodge - in fact, even if he didn't lose his mind, it was probably too late to dodge.Mo Xian slapped him firmly on the chest. This palm looked fierce, but Hua Changlian didn't feel any pain, but this didn't mean that Mo Xian was merciless...

"Ouch!" With a cry of pain, Hua Changlian fell limply to the ground in an instant. From being hit to the chest, a strange discomfort spread to the whole body in an instant—soreness, numbness, swelling, and heat!It's like there are little bugs scurrying around in his body, gnawing at his flesh and blood!

Hua Changlian was not a person who could suffer hardships, this uncomfortable force immediately made his teeth chatter, his nose became sore, and tears fell down his face.At this time, the shopkeeper and Xiao Er hurried up from downstairs, but Mo Xian gave him a cold look, and the two immediately nodded and ran downstairs.

Mo Xian grabbed the collar of Hua Changlian's clothes, dragged him into the room like a dead dog, and threw him face down on the ground.Hua Changlian was already in so much pain that he was almost crying for his father and mother. When Mo Xian threw it, he also obediently maintained the posture of being thrown, and did not move, just because even if he moved a finger, it was so uncomfortable. Also doubled.

Mo Xian ignored him, turned his head and walked towards the bedroom, but when he opened the door, he saw Senior Brother Seven with his back facing him and wearing obscene pants on his legs. This scene is really...

Brother Seven was taken aback by Mo Xian, and he didn't dare to turn his head back. He just kicked his feet vigorously. As a result, with a sound of "tearing", the brand-new obscene trousers became two disjointed trouser legs.

Brother Seven grabbed the two trouser legs, and his whole body turned red.But behind him, Mo Xian coughed twice, and then there was a rustling sound, apparently also changing clothes.Seventh Senior Brother felt relieved, took out another pair of obscene trousers, and quickly put them on.

But he didn't know that Mo Xian hated Hua Changlian even more. If that guy hadn't stepped in and came to disrupt the situation, such a good time would have hindered him from going on his way in the future, so he wouldn't be able to do it. At the last step, the two of them will definitely be able to spend some time together, and now...

The word resentment alone is not enough to describe Mo Xian's mood at the moment.

After changing his clothes, Mo Xian sat in the living room—although the door was wide open, none of the hosts and guests around thought he was going to run long distances to watch the fun, and he was seriously thinking about how to deal with Hua Changlian.

It is most convenient to chop with one palm, but Mo Xian has not killed anyone until now. After all, the moral concept formed in the previous life is not so easy to be broken through - but once broken... then something very "interesting" will inevitably happen .

Castrate him?Killing is nothing more than nodding. For most men, the three inches below the navel is much more important than the head, let alone the three inches below the navel of a playboy.However, Mo Xian is only willing to touch his seventh senior brother's little brother, as for other people's...whether it's touching or cutting, even if it's just to look at, he's not that interested.

Abolished his martial arts?Although Mo Xian hated him, the hatred between the two of them was not to that extent.

Senior Brother Seven came out after changing his clothes, and made another pot of tea for Mo Xian, asking him to think slowly while drinking the tea.

Hua Changlian was in bad luck, Mo Xian's slap made him unable to escape from the pain no matter what, but even so, he could clearly feel the sharpness of the opponent's knife, and the malicious eyes , "scraping" and "scraping" on his body, until he was sweating coldly, and he felt like urinating.

His original point of view was that the rouge horse is more delicious when pressed, but after this incident, the last bit of luck he had left was gone, and he finally understood what it means to be untouchable with poisonous flowers.

In this way, Hua Changlian lay on the ground for half an hour, his clothes were already wet with sweat, tears were pouring down his face, and his mouth was drooling.No matter who looks at him now, he will not think that he is that romantic evildoer, the naughty lord, but only that poor madman who is stupid and young.

Mo Xian finally stood up from his seat, raised his leg and lightly kicked Hua Changlian on the shoulder.I saw Hua Changlian's body trembled, and then he coughed fiercely while clutching his chest—he finally came back to life, Hua Changlian said to himself in his heart.And when he was enjoying the life he had regained, he suddenly felt someone touch his shoulder twice. When he looked up, he saw Mo Xian smiling at him with raised eyebrows: "How? Do you still want to get close to me?"

"!!!"

In an instant, Hua Changlian was like a young girl who had met a flower picker, with her arms around her shoulders, and she shrank into a corner with a face full of horror.

Although Hua Changlian didn't do any real harm, Mo Xian is very satisfied now: "If I see you next time...understand?"

Even though Mo Xian didn't say clearly what would happen to him, Hua Changlian nodded one after another knowing the current affairs.

"Seven, throw him out."

"Yes."

So Hua Changlian, who was covered in sweat, messed up, and had been tortured to the point of being powerless, was thrown down from the second floor by the seventh senior brother—but judging from the place where he was thrown, the seventh senior brother was obviously very kind. He didn't throw him on the street, and he didn't let him roll down the stairs. Instead, he threw him directly on the crowd of onlookers who were standing on the top of the stairs, pulling their necks and looking up...

And from Mo Xian's incident, Hua Changlian has realized that when looking for a lover, you can't just look at the face, otherwise you will meet someone with better martial arts than yourself and a bad temper, especially if your martial arts are not only a little bit higher, but also more than bad. When there are a few people, they will die without a place to bury them.

He set off overnight that night, intending to find a lover with a good personality and martial arts who were just as good as him—or at least one of the two conditions must be met.

But Hua Changlian didn't know that Mo Xian treated him like this, and he was actually sweating all the time. He didn't know if it was right for him to do so, would Brother Seven think he was too much?

"seven."

"Ok?"

"I treat that playboy like that, are you... not happy?"

This is a bit inexplicable.Seventh Brother thought for a long time before he understood what it meant.

"Your way of dealing with ordinary people is a bit domineering, but when dealing with a rascal like Hua Changlian, gentle means will only make him stalk him, but your domineering means are just right, otherwise how can you let him Get out of trouble."

Hearing what senior brother Qi said, Mo Xian immediately felt relieved, and at the same time, he also had a feeling that "hegemony is good".

Seventh Senior Brother paused for a moment, but continued: "Little...Master, don't always take care of me when you're away from home."

"Why?"

"If it becomes a habit, I'm afraid it will be exposed."

"You are afraid that I will take care of you and become a habit, but you are not afraid that I will become a habit of ignoring you? And if I can't change it later, what will you do?"

"Then it doesn't matter if I'll be your dead soldier for the rest of my life."

"Seven...you are really...your words make my heart melt..."

"Go! Talking nonsense again!"

Without Hua Changlian's interruption, Mo Xian and Seventh Senior Brother spent a peaceful afternoon - after changing rooms of course, most of the time of the two of them was spent discussing the way to Jieyun Sect.

In the evening, after eating and washing, Mo Xian dragged Brother Seven to the bed.Seventh Senior Brother was a little stiff, but he didn't resist. After all, at noon today, he first "divided sugar" with Mo Xian, and after driving away Hua Changlian, the two said those words again. Seventh Senior Brother himself was also a little emotional. I think it's time for...

Now Mo Xian is taking advantage of the trend, but the seventh senior brother remembers that this is an inn, so he dare not speak out.Mo Xian also remembered that he was going to buy a horse tomorrow, so in the end, neither of them had a good time.

Afterwards, he asked Xiaoer to fetch water to wash, and when the two returned to the bed, Mo Xian habitually hugged Brother Qi's arm—an enhanced version of the finger-grasping habit—and leaned against it.A certain object was naturally placed on Brother Seven's legs through his clothes, and Brother Seven suddenly trembled slightly, feeling his body heat up after cooling down not long ago.

Spit at himself secretly, Senior Seventh Brother turned around, but after a while of rubbing against the thing, it got bigger again.Even Mo Xian could feel his body getting hotter in his arms.

Mo Xian couldn't help but felt a little moved again, and simply let go of the arm in his arms, put one hand under the opponent's body, and the other hand hugged him from above, and put his lips behind his ear, and said softly: "Seven...it seems like we're going to stay here for two more days."

"..." Seventh Senior Brother didn't answer, he is a dead man, just follow the master's orders.

The bed, which had been quiet for a while, creaked and shook again...