Article 776

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"Ah..." Mr. Ma wanted to scream, but what came out of his mouth was a trembling and powerless moan. After a while, he screamed out with tingling scalp and urine, "Ah!!!!"

"Tsk. What are you arguing about?" A man came out from the back room, holding a volume of "Shangshu" in his hand. He scratched the itch at the base of his neck with the volume and yawned, "Have you never seen a dead person?"

"You...you you you!! Mo—mo...!!"

The man snapped his fingers and lazily explained: "The Curse of Obliteration."

"What, what curse?"

"Muffling curse, I don't know about this." The man rolled his eyes, "I am reading the scriptures in Mr.'s house, and I know it's not good to have a rest at night when the neighbors are noisy. Come on. Call it whatever you want now, if anyone can hear it , please feel free to blame me, sir."

Mr. Ma's face was as pale as a ghost, and he stood on his buttocks. He is usually just like a man. He has never seen such a bloody scene. He was so frightened that he lost control, sweating all over his body. ...the devil...you...shouldn't you be in the Tianyin Pavilion practice field...you...you..."

"Tianyin Pavilion Law Field?"

The man raised his black to purple eyes and smiled.

"That's right, I went there to see it. Otherwise, how could I have heard Mr. Wang's great opinion the day before yesterday?"

As he said, he threw the book away, straightened up his tall and straight body, and walked slowly towards the teacher.

The candle is shining on his extremely handsome face, who else is it if he is not Ta Xianjun?

Ta Xianjun grinned brightly, with deep dimples, and even bowed to the teacher: "I admire scholars the most in my life. It is really rude to come and kill your whole family. Mr. Greetings."

This insidious and strange tone, coupled with the people who died in vain.

Even if the surname Ma had seventeen or eighteen guts, he fell to the ground with a thud, panting, "What do you want to do...what do you want to do!!"

Ta Xianjun just smiled, raised his hand, and a Mo Dao appeared in his palm.

He turned his face to look at the teacher: "Guess?"

"Don't kill me!!!" Mr. Ma screamed and kept moving back, "Don't kill me!!!"

Backing away, he bumped into something, he turned his head, and was facing his wife's face with open eyes, and wailed uncontrollably: "No no no!!! No no——don't, please...don't ...AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"

He responded with a knife stabbing straight into his thigh, piercing the ground!

"ah--!!!"

Ta Xianjun narrowed his eyes, and smiled kindly and sweetly: "Dare to ask sir... what is the difference between Le Ling and prostitute jì?"

"What, what?" Mr. Ma was taken aback, he was in so much pain that he didn't have the brain to think, he just cried, "What..."

"You said it yourself." Ta Xianjun said slowly, "Mr. once said in front of Tianyin Pavilion. Le Ling, prostitutes, they are all people who don't know self-respect and self-love, and have no shame. These days, someone secretly secretly You are sophistrying, I didn't expect my morality to be so low when I went up to the world of cultivation."

He imitated the tone of the teacher's speech, with ups and downs, and the old god was there.

After finishing speaking, he paused for a while, sneered, and turned his handsome face.

"Are you familiar with memorizing, sir?"

Mr. Ma finally regained some vague consciousness during the pain and scare, remembering that this was what he said when he criticized Mo Weiyu's mother, he hurriedly said with snot and tears: "No, no, I'm confused! I'm confused! This ..." He swallowed his saliva, his face covered with sweat, "Prostitution is prostitution, Le Ling is Le Ling... No, it's different, it's different..."

"Why is it different? I think what Mr. said makes sense." Ta Xianjun walked over with a smile on his face, and raised his Mo Dao again, "Speaking of which, my brain is not very good. There is always a lack of personal guidance. Mister has such a dexterous tongue, why don't you give it to me, huh?"

"No...no no no!! Grandmaster, please forgive me! Daoist, please forgive me!!" Mr. Ma was sweating profusely, speaking incoherently, "I beg you, be kind and righteous..."

Stepping Xianjun smiled and said, "What is the master and Taoist? Do you have long ears? - Call your majesty."

"Your Majesty...Your Majesty?" Mr. Ma was taken aback, but who cares, as long as he is alive, he can be called Dad. Immediately, there were repeated voices, "Your Majesty! Your Majesty, please forgive me! Your Majesty is merciful!"

Ta Xianjun squatted down, pinched his chin, and said with a smile: "Hey, a moral model, let me ask you, is it my shamelessness or my husband's shamelessness?"

"I, me, me! It's me, it's me! It's me...it's..."

But what's the use of letting go.

Ta Xianjun exerted force in his palm, and amidst his begging and crying, he smiled and pinched his entire throat.

After doing this, the black-robed man looked around the room and confirmed with satisfaction that no one was alive. Then he stood up, wiped the blood on his hands, opened the door and walked out of the courtyard.

Hua Binan was waiting for him outside.

"Are you done venting?"

"almost."

"Can you follow me back to Tianyin Pavilion to prepare?"

Stepping Xianjun glanced at him: "Okay."

Hua Binan shook her head: "There's really nothing I can do about you. You have to worry about such a small enmity, why don't you just say a few words about your mother, why are you—"

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