Carry out obscenity to the end

Xiao Xinyan looked at Lang Tao's expression with satisfaction, from wanting to resist to hesitating to accepting it blankly, it was a particularly good show with all the actors.

And Liu She, who also felt Lang Tao's change, couldn't help but change his face and cursed: "Xiao Xinyan, you are a shameless reptile who will never be able to get on the desk. You will always be a clown with low self-esteem. Torture me I just want to prove your strength, but from the beginning to the end, you are just a poor guy, a poor guy with low self-esteem..."

Willow She was about to continue cursing, but was kissed by a man who smelled bad and hadn't brushed his teeth for a few days, and then, a disgusting tongue was entwined in his mouth.

And the genitals and chrysanthemums under him were played with one by one fingers, mixed with the extreme shame in his heart and the struggle of instinctive pleasure in his body, being restrained by the willow snake that didn't need a little strength all over his body, he was gorgeously chosen to faint die past.

No one knew which of the one hundred and one spells Lang Tao used in his room. What echoed throughout the quiet room was Willow Snake's mournful and moving voice. [

Die and live, die and live again.

The most complicated expression in the world appeared on Liu Snake's dull and haggard face.

This is a kind of extreme hatred, but also a kind of extreme humiliation, but also a kind of extreme happiness.

In Lang Tao's skillful technique and ###, Liu She shamefully produced waves of physical instinct.

This interweaving of pain and happiness, under the call of the power 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 severely wounded and dying Liu Snake once again burst out a big puddle of red and white from the mouth of Lang Tao, who had turned into a charming male prostitute, and died, finally completely freed.

In the quiet room, only Xiao Xinyan's cold and flamboyant wild laughter echoed.

Half a day later, Lang Tao returned to his residence and vomited for several hours.

The body that was originally a little fat, unexpectedly vomited out the figure of a bodybuilder.

He soaked in the bath for most of the day, the pool water was changed again and again, he washed off a layer of skin, and it looked like blood was oozing from all over his body, as if he had been cut alive.

But even so, he still felt that there was an extremely disgusting rancid smell on his body, which could not go away, torturing his nerves every moment.

And Xiao Xinyan did what he said, and found Lang Hua after leaving the quiet room.

The master has spoken, how dare the slave have any objections, no matter how unwilling Lang Hua is, he can only obediently send him to Lang Tao's house at this moment.

At this time, Mo Yi and Wu Sanguan were constantly traveling through the void. They traveled no less than hundreds of thousands of kilometers in half a day. When they reached the vicinity of Liaocheng, Mo Yi had completely collapsed.

The aura in his body really couldn't withstand the consumption of such a high-intensity pit. If it was any further away, Mo Yi might be squeezed dry, and he would act out a tragedy of dying before his ambition was fulfilled.

This, of course, is a cold joke, Mo Yi laughed at himself, but if he hadn't rushed from the void like this, he might not be able to arrive in Liaocheng in a few days, and at that time, he might have come to collect the corpse.

Liaocheng is now a bustling scene. This is not the main city, nor is it the main target of the monster clan's siege.

However, the one who secretly protects Liaocheng is the Third Darkness, which is not weaker than the Nangong family, so Liaocheng has always had the upper hand in the war, which also makes Liaocheng a target for monks to defect to, resulting in more and more monks gathering here.

This can be regarded as the abnormal prosperity caused by the racial war. Hundreds of millions of people were killed and injured in the war between the two races. Many cities will always be breached, and there will always be many cities reborn from the ashes, accumulating the power of other cities and becoming stronger. [

The more people there are, the more troubles will naturally arise.

Although all major cities have regulations that prohibit fighting inside the city, but in today's troubled times, these prohibitions have become a little more nominal.

Along the way, Mo Yi has seen no less than ten monks fighting in this Liaocheng. The cultivation base is not too high, but the scene is very bloody. Either limbs and arms are cut off, or throats and heads are cut. Whenever there is a battle, one side must be used. for the end.

This is a chaotic, impetuous city.

In front of them, there were two strong men fighting for life and death, and their battlefield was within a hundred meters of them, while many onlookers were shouting and cheering from a hundred meters away, enjoying themselves.

These days, civil war is the most dangerous thing. You have to control your strength well, and you can't arbitrarily magnify your wounds, otherwise you might offend someone stronger with your sword energy or blade strength.

You must know that the strong are not to be provoked, no, the monkey-faced man who was fighting, when he was injured, he unleashed a thousand consecutive slashes in a hurry, and the sword energy exploded like waves.

Then, unfortunately, the turbulent saber energy not only helped him cut his opponent, but the spray of the saber energy also splashed on the face of a monk passing by and scratched off one of the monk's long hair.

Then, the monkey-faced man watched in astonishment as the heavenly cultivator suddenly drew his saber, and with a fierce saber aura, it slid across his neck in an instant, spewed out a fountain of blood, and fell to the ground with a bang. Too wronged.

One hair, one life, this is the cruelty of the world.

Mo Yi was lamenting how worthless this monk's life was, when he suddenly felt a figure bumping towards him.

Subconsciously moving the body to avoid this person, the two sides passed each other, and a physical collision occurred.

There was a sound of falling to the ground with a bang, and then there was a crisp sound of glass breaking.

The one who fell to the ground was a middle-aged cultivator who looked a bit treacherous. He looked at the glass ball broken into several pieces with distress, and cried loudly: "My ancestral enlightenment orb, why did you break it like this? Ah, what do you want me to do in the future?"

He stood up suddenly and pointed at Mo Yi viciously: "Just now you deliberately blocked my way and tripped me, which caused my divine orb to fall to the ground and shatter. You must pay me."

Dare to meet someone who dares to touch porcelain. Mo Yi has been in the Haoran world for so long, and this is the first time he has met someone who dares to touch him.

Mo Yi asked suspiciously: "What is the Divine Bead of Enlightenment? I have never heard of such a thing in my life."

The cunning middle-aged man looked at Mo Yi and said with disdain: "You know the five-colored orb? This is the top treasure of the Mo family. It can help monks understand the way of heaven and successfully break through the ranks. And my ancestors have an old relationship with the Mo family." , I have to give this Tao Enlightenment Bead, which can also help people understand the way of heaven. Although it is not as precious as the Five Colors Bead, it is also a rare treasure. The Mo family’s products are absolutely exquisite, do you understand? You have made a big deal this time!"

Mo Yi looked at the glazed ball shattered into several pieces on the ground, engraved with various primitive and mysterious patterns, and the beads were smooth and plump, which was a rare good bead.

It's just that no matter how good a bead is, it doesn't have the aura of the law of heaven inside, and it's actually just a mortal bead, which is just good-looking, and it's not worth mentioning at all when it comes to its actual value.

Mo Yi seemed to understand and nodded: "It turns out that your ancestors had friendship with the Mo family, which is really amazing. I'm just curious, why don't you put such a rare treasure in the storage ring and keep it in it all the time?" Hand, are you afraid of being robbed?"

The cunning middle-aged man saw that Mo Yi was haggard and weak, and lacked aura, but he was dressed in extraordinary clothes, and only a bad old man followed him. He was like a big fat sheep. [

Now, in Mo Yi's words, there is actually a bit of weakness, which makes him feel a little proud: "The person who dared to snatch my three knives and the third master in Liaocheng has not yet been born. Everyone has a heart for the Tao." Xin, although my three knives are very muddy, I also yearn for the Dao, so I never leave this bead, just looking forward to one day, I can also enter the Dao of Heaven. But now you have ruined my hope and the hope of my family. You were supposed to be hacked into pieces, but you are a young boy, and you are not very old. As the saying goes, adults don’t remember the mistakes of villains, so if you pay me 500 million spirit stones, this matter will be over."

Mo Yi was a little shocked and said: "What are you talking about, 500 million spirit stones? Oh my god, how can you do this? How is this possible?"

The three knives stared fiercely at Mo Yi: "What, it's too expensive? The minimum is 300 million. If you dare to say no, the third master will chop you up in minutes."

After he finished speaking, he blew his whistle, and a dozen or so monks came out of the crowd who had been watching the excitement, and surrounded Mo Yi.

Most of these people are earth-level monks, and even some are at the mysterious level, and they all look fierce.

Mo Yi waved his hand: "Don't get me wrong, I'm just shocked that the price is too low. I heard that when the five-color magic pearl appeared in the world, 15 billion spirit stones were auctioned. It is also extraordinary in comparison. I thought I would lose hundreds of millions, then I would really go bankrupt. Three to five million is never in my eyes. Butler Wu, give this uncle 500 million spirit stones , as our compensation."

Everyone was stunned, that treacherous middle-aged man was even more remorseful, this is not a fat sheep, this is a super giant fat cow.

Wu Sanguan, a dissolute old man who never seemed to have much energy and seemed to be asleep, when he heard Mo Yi's order, his eyes flashed with ruthlessness.

Mo Yi, a stingy guy, wouldn't be willing to throw 1000 million spirit stones casually.

Besides, let Wu Sanguan, a poor, clanging old fellow, pay the bill. Isn't that killing Wu Sanguan?

Naturally, this dumb old man would not misunderstand what Mo Yi meant at this time.

This kid only likes to hide people behind his back, and he doesn't like to attack in person, not to mention that Mo kid has been traveling through the void for a long time, and he is extremely weak, and he needs time to recuperate.

At this time, Wu Sanguan was the only one who was convenient to make a move.