Chapter 190 There is a smell that can never be washed away
Xiao Xin stared at Lang Tao's expression with satisfaction, from wanting to resist to hesitation, and then accepted Mu Ran.
And the willow snake, who also feels Lang Tao's changes, can no longer help but scold: "Xiao Xinyan, you will never go to the crawler on the class table, you can only be a humble clown. Torture me.
It’s just to prove your strength, and from beginning to end, you are just a poor person, a poor person with low self-esteem..."
Liu snake also planned to continue scolding, but was stinky. The man with no brushing his teeth for a few days, he kissed his lips, and then a disgusting tongue wrapped around his mouth.
And the roots and chrysanthemums under him were played with a finger, mixed with the extremely shame and physical pleasure of body instinct, and were stubborn.
Death.
No one knows what kind of techniques Lang Tao used in the room, and what echoed the whole quiet room was the sad and moving sound of the willow snake's sad and parting, miserable and moving voice.[
Death, come alive, die again, come alive again.
The most complicated expression in the world appeared on the withered face of Willow Snake.
This is an extreme hatred, an extreme humiliation, and an extreme happiness.
In Lang Tao's skillful technique and ###, the willow snake produces a wave of physical instinct **.
This kind of pain and happiness, under the call of humiliation, his face was completely distorted. Without deliberately hurting, it was already a permanent disguise. Shura's face was not enough to describe such horror.
Finally, the willow snake, who was seriously injured, once again turned into a big red beach in Lang Tao, who turned into a charming male prostitute, and finally was completely relieved.
In the quiet room, only Xiao Xinyan's cold and public laughter.
Half a day later, Lang Tao returned to his residence and vomited for several hours. The sky was dark and the earth was tragic.
The body, which was originally a little fat, actually vomited out the figure of a bodybuilder.
He soaked in the bathtub for most of the day. After changing the water in the pool, he washed off a layer of skin, and it looked like blood was leaking everywhere in his body, as if he was being cut alive.
But even so, he still felt that there was an extremely disgusting smell of rottenness on his body, which kept lingering, torturing his nerves every moment.
Xiao Xinyan did what he said and found Lang Hua after leaving the quiet room.
The master spoke, how dare I have an objection? No matter how unwilling Lang Hua was, he could only send the person to Lang Tao's house obediently.
At this time, Mo Yi and Wu Sanguan kept shuttle in the void. Half a day, no less than hundreds of thousands of kilometers. When they arrived near Liaocheng, Mo Yi was completely vumbled.
The aura in his body really couldn't withstand such a high -intensity bottom -like consumption. If he was farther, Mo Yi was afraid that he would be squeezed into a tragedy that he would die.
This is of course a cold joke. Mo Yi laughed at himself, but if you do n’t rush to the road from the void, you may be a few days later to come to the city. At that time, maybe it would come to collect the corpse.
Liaocheng is now in a prosperous scene. This is not the main city, nor the main target of the demon clan's siege.
However, it is the third darkness that the combat power is not weaker than the Nangong family. Therefore, Liaocheng has always occupied the upper hand in the war. This also made Liaocheng the goal of the monk's rush, resulting in the more monks who gathered here.
This is the abnormal prosperity caused by the race war. The two ethnic wars were killed and injured hundreds of millions. There were always many cities who were broken. There were always many cities.
If there are more people, there are naturally more troubles.
Although major cities have regulations that are not allowed to fight in the city, they are now in troubled times. Some of these ban have become famous.
Along the way, Mo Yi has seen the battle of ten monks in this Liaocheng in this Liaocheng. The cultivation is not too high, but the scene is very bloody, either the residual limb broken arms, or cutting the throat.
To end.
This is a chaotic and impetuous city.
There were two earth-level strong men in front of them fighting for life and death. Within a hundred meters of their body, they were their battlefield, and many onlookers shouted and cheered a hundred meters away, making them enjoyable.
This year, the civil war is the most dangerous thing. You have to control your efforts. You cannot zoom in recruitment and livestock. Otherwise, you may be violated by your sword gas or knife strength.
You must know that the strong is not to be provoked. This is not the monkey -faced man who is fighting. Under the injury, he released a thousand consecutive cuts.
Then, unfortunately, the surging sword energy of the sea waves not only helped him hurt his opponent, but the wave of the sword energy also splashed on the face of a passing cultivator in the Heaven Realm, slashing a long hair of the monk.
Then, the monkey-faced man looked at the monkey in shock and suddenly drew his sword. With a fierce sword aura, he instantly slid across his neck, spewing out a blood fountain, and fell to the ground with a bang. This is dead
Too wrong.
One hair, a life, this is the cruelty of the world.
When Mo Yi was lamenting that the monk's life was too valuable, he suddenly felt like a figure hit himself.
The subconscious move to avoid this person, the two sides passed by, and a physical collision occurred.
A bang sounded, and then a crisp sound of glass breaking came out.
The one who fell to the ground was a middle-aged monk with a look of sloppy face. He looked at the broken glass balls with distress and cried loudly: "My ancestors' divine bead of enlightenment, why are you broken like this?
Ah, what should you do if you ask me to do in the future?"
He suddenly stood up and pointed at Mo Yi fiercely: "Just now it was your way to block my road, and he stumbled to me, which led my god bead to fall to the ground and crushed it. You have to lose me."
Dare to meet a porcelain, Mo Yi has been mixed in this world of Haoran for so long. I really met who dared to touch porcelain for the first time.
Mo Yi asked in doubt: "What is Wu Dao Shenzhu? I have never heard of such a thing in my life."
This cunning middle -aged man looked at Mo Yi contempt and said: "Do you know the colorful god beads? This is the top treasure of the Mo family, which can help the monks understand the success of the heavens.
It can also help people to understand the Taoism of the Taoist beads. Although it is not as precious as the colorful god beads, it is also a rare treasure. Mojia is absolutely boutique, do you understand? You have a big event this time! "
Mo Yi looked at the glazed balls shattered into several pieces on the ground, with various ancient and mysterious patterns carved on them, and the beads were smooth and full, which was a rare good bead.
However, no matter how good the bead is, it does not contain the aura of the laws of heaven, and it is actually just an ordinary bead, just beautiful, and in terms of actual value, it is not worth mentioning at all.
Mo Yi nodded as if he understood: "It turns out that your ancestors had a friendship with the Mo family, which is really amazing. But I'm very curious. Why don't you keep such a rare treasure in the storage ring?
Are you afraid of being robbed in your hands?”
The cunning middle -aged person, seeing that Mo Yi is weak, the aura is insufficient, but he can only be worn with a bad clothes, and there is only one bad old man who follows, it is a big fat sheep. [
Today, in Mo Yi's words, there is a bit of weakness, which makes him feel a little proud: "In this chat city, he dares to grab me with three knives, but it has not been born. Everyone has a way to the Tao.
In my heart, although my three knives are very muddy, but they also yearn for the avenue, so this bead never leaves, just look forward to one day, or I can enter the heavenly road. But now you destroy my hope and destroy the hope of my family.
Originally, it was time to take you thousands of knives, but just looking at you as a young man, it is not old. As the so -called adults do n’t remember the villain, you pay me five million spiritual stones, this is the past. "
Mo Yi said in a little shocked moment: "What did you say, five million spirit stones? Oh my God, how can you do this? How can this be done?"
Three swords stared at Mo Yi fiercely: "What, I think it's expensive? It's a minimum of three million. If you dare to say half of the word, I will chop you up in minutes, Master San."
After speaking, he sounded his whistle and kept watching the lively crowd. He came out of a dozen monks and surrounded Mo Yi.
Most of these people are prefecture -level monks and even mysterious. They look fierce.
Mo Yi waved his hand: "Don't get me wrong, I just shocked the price is too low. I heard that the colorful magic beads were present in the past, and the auction of 1.5 billion stones was auctioned.
Compared with the extraordinary compatible, I thought I had to lose hundreds of millions, so I really got the family. For me, I never had it in my eyes.
Wan Lingshi, be done as our compensation. "
Everyone was stunned. The cunning middle -aged man regretted the intestines. Where is the fat sheep?
Wu Sanguan, a slutty old man who never looked energetic, seemed to be sleeping, heard Mo Yi's instructions, and a hint of cruelty flashed across his eyes.
Mo Yi, a stingy guy, could he be willing to smash tens of millions of spirit stones at will?
Besides, let Wu Sanguan, the poor old guy who is so poor, pay the bill. Isn’t this taking Wu Sanguan’s life?
Of course, this uncontrollable old man would not misunderstand Mo Yi's meaning at this time.
This kid only likes to be slutty behind his back and doesn't like to attack in person. What's more, Boy Mo travels through the void for a long time, which is when he is extremely weak and requires time to recuperate.