Part 6

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In order to further verify his own ideas, Mo Ran found a bronze mirror. The bronze mirror was badly worn, but in the dim halo, he could still see his own features vaguely.

At the age of thirty-two when the ink burned to death, it was already in his thirties, but at this moment the face of the buddy in the mirror seemed quite childish, and his handsome eyebrows showed a domineering and domineering unique to young people, it seemed, but Fifteen or sixteen years old.

There is no one else in this bedroom. So a generation of bào lords in the cultivation world, the bullies in Shu, the emperors of the human world, and the lords of the dead and the dead, after being silent for a long time, they honestly expressed their inner feelings.

"Hold……"

This fuck woke up Rong Jiu, who was sleeping hazy.

The beauty sat up lazily, the thin brocade draped on her body slid down her shoulders, revealing a large dazzling white body, he had long soft hair, and raised a pair of sleepy peach eyes, the end of his eyes dizzy Dyeing red, he yawned.

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

Mo Ran didn't say anything, and the time went back more than ten years. He really liked Rong Jiu, a charming and indistinguishable little beauty, but now, the thirty-two-year-old Ta Xianjun, how to see how to doubt his mind at that time If you are called Donkey, you will think this kind of man is good-looking.

"Did you not sleep well last night and had a nightmare?"

This seat is dead, you say it is not a nightmare.

Rong Jiu saw that he had not spoken, and he was in a bad mood, so he got up and got down, went to the carved wooden window, and hugged the ink from the back.

"Young Master Mo, why don't you pay attention to me, why are you ignoring people?"

Mo Ran called him to hug him like this, his face was blue, and he wanted to tear this little demon from his back immediately, and slap seventeen or eight big ears on his shattered face, but he still endured it. Living.

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

After all, if he is really reborn, then yesterday he was in a relationship with Rong Jiudian, and he woke up with a bruised nose and a swollen face. This kind of behavior is no different from suffering from a chronic mental illness. It's not right, it's really wrong .

The ink burned and sorted out the emotions, and asked inadvertently: "What month and day is today?"

Rong Jiu was stunned, then smiled and said, "The fourth day of the fifth lunar month."

"Bingshen year?"

"That was last year, this year is the year of Ding You, Mr. Mo is really a noble person who forgets things so much, he goes back and forth."

Ding Younian...

The ink burning eyes are surging, and the brain is spinning rapidly.

In Ding Younian, when he was fifteen years old, he had just been recognized as a long-lost nephew by the venerable master at the top of the dead. He jumped from a mangy lackey to a phoenix on the branch.

So, is he really reborn?

Or, a big void dream after death...

Rong Jiu smiled and said, "Young Master Mo, I think you're dizzy from hunger, and you can't even remember the day. You sit down for a while, and I'll go to the kitchen and bring you something to eat. Is the oil spinach ok?"

Mo Ran has just been reborn at this time, and he still doesn't know how to deal with all this, but it is always right to follow the previous path. So he recalled his romantic appearance back then, endured nausea, and pinched Rong Jiu's leg with a smile.

"Very good, add another bowl of porridge, come back and feed me."

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

The ink burned just a little hungry, and was about to grab the cake to eat, but Rong Jiu suddenly pushed his hand away and said: "I'll feed the son to enjoy."

"..."

Rong Jiu picked up a piece of cake and sat on the ink-burning leg. He was wearing a thin robe, and he didn't wear anything underneath. The thighs with thin skin and tender flesh were separated, and they were close to the burning skin. And metaphor.

The ink burned and stared at Rong Jiu's face for a while.

Rong Jiu also said that he was lustful again, and said angrily: "Why are you always looking at me like this? The food is cold."

The ink burned for a moment of silence, thinking of the good things that Rong Jiu carried on his back in the past life, the corner of his mouth slowly opened a sweet, incomparable smile.

Disgusting things, he has done a lot of stepping on Xianjun. As long as he is willing, he can come out no matter how disgusting it is. At this moment, it is just a show, and a child's trick can't beat him.

The ink burned comfortably on the chair and smiled: "Sit up."

"I'm not... I'm not sitting right here."

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

Rong Jiu's face flushed, and he spat: "In such a hurry, the young master won't wait until he's finished eating... ah!"

Before he finished speaking, he was dragged by the ink, moved forward, and pressed down again. Rong Jiu's hand shook, and the porridge bowl fell to the ground. While panting in shock, he did not forget to say in a low voice, "Mr. Mo, this bowl..."

"Never mind."

"Then, then you also have something to eat first... um... ah..."

"Aren't I eating right now?" Mo Ran held his waist, a pair of dark eyes flashed with light, and Rong Jiu's delicate face with his neck up was reflected in his pupils.

In my previous life, I was especially willing to kiss those bright red lips when I was lingering. After all, this young man is beautiful and easy-going, and he is especially good at saying things that make his heart move. It would be false to say that he had never been emotional at all.

However, knowing what Rong Jiu's mouth is behind his back, the ink burns

I feel that this mouth stinks, and I have no interest in kissing it anymore.

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