"Oh, this woman, with weird eyes, will fall in love with me nine times out of ten." The old man's voice exclaimed in Mo Ye's mind. Then he screamed again.

"Oh, it's a little wrong, it's a little murderous! This Dead Saint, this woman knows this woman nine times out of ten!" and then he screamed again.

"Oops! It's good that I didn't recognize it!, otherwise it would have been a waste for Lao Tzu and you"!

Not far from Mo Ye stood an indifferent woman. The beautiful, dignified face is very delicate, goose-egg-shaped, the complexion is not very good, and the face is a little pale. Seeing Mo Ye's eyes constantly changing.

"Ran'er, let's see what to go, that's just a fool, and he won't live long." An old woman with a hunched back, with a bent cane, was about to break. Calling the woman softly.

The old man's voice sounded in Mo Ye's head. "I'm fucking you. It turned out to be a small immortal from the Holy Sword Mountain. Pretend to be your mother, and wait until that day Lao Tzu really kills you."

Looking indifferently at the wall at the mouth of the alley, the skinny saint who couldn't see his face. It always feels familiar, but it's uncertain. The waves in my heart swelled up and fell wave after wave.

He kept shaking his head, "That insect won't be here, this saint who has some senses doesn't have the breath of an insect soul on his body." He watched silently and thought silently. Anran has a special ability to instantly Hue Zerg and Orcs who are less capable than himself.

The man in front of him, although his hair blocked his face tightly. But in the strand of hair staring at his empty gaze, it was obviously an old life. Although there are some familiarities and intimacy in his eyes, it will not be the insect he is looking for.

His gaze softened a lot, and he walked towards the Holy Yuezi. The two walked more than a dozen feet later. Angran came to a food shop and bought ten meat buns, which disappeared under the astonished gaze of the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper stretched his neck and looked at it for a long time, "Such a beautiful saint can eat so much, hey, I don't have such a good life in Yu Ba."

Appeared by Mo Ye's side.

"Oops, I'm scared to death. This woman is back." The old man's voice rang in Mo Ye's mind.

Lay down a small bamboo basket. Ten buns and a bowl of porridge are placed in it. The dodge is gone.

"Oh, Dead Saint, you have done a lot of harm, you will really die in the future"?

After walking. Mo Ye at the mouth of the alley. Gobbling up a bite of a bun. Ten mouthfuls down, ten buns disappeared. The choked Mo Ye lay on the ground and rolled his eyes, and it took a long time for his neck to stretch and stalk to recover his strength. Grab the bowl of porridge and pour it into your mouth. Swallowed into the stomach.

Gack, gack, Mo Xie hiccuped a few times, and fell asleep with a crooked body. I slept so soundly, snoring constantly, and the whole street sounded like a windmill.

Whoosh, a saint priest really couldn't bear it anymore, and flew to Mo Ye's side, and stepped forward with a kick. "If you want to die, ...... again Whew". The saint is missing. After dozens of puffs, I saw the saint return to the stall not far away. From time to time, he squinted at Mo Ye with a look of panic and fear. After cleaning up the stall, I ran away like crazy. Snoring, purring, and playing the whistle for a whole day and a night.

Mo Xie fell asleep, stiffened his nose, and inhaled a few times. I opened my eyes suddenly, and a bamboo basket put ten fragrant buns, plus a plate of side dishes, and a water bag.

"Oh, Dead Saint, you are too lacking in virtue, you have harmed other people's saints a lot"!

Mo Ye reached out and grabbed the bun and ate it. A mouthful of buns, a mouthful of vegetables, a mouthful of water, the food is really fragrant.

Time is like water, and a month has passed in a blink of an eye, and Mo Ye at the mouth of the alley has regained his former strength.

Sitting at the mouth of the noisy alley, his hair had a faint luster like black jade, and the skin of his neck exposed outside the black hair was ruddy with a dark complexion, and a breeze blew, and a delicate and delicate face like broken porcelain occasionally appeared from the black hair. Crystal as snow, finely broken,

This face no longer has a haze color, a smooth and fair face, revealing a bit of coldness, although there are dense scars, but it looks more robust. Under the long eyelashes, there are a pair of dark and deep ice eyes, rebellious eyes, which look wild and uninhibited, evil and sexy. The lips were as handsome as a knife, and a domineering spirit was revealed in the mouth, with a dissolute smile.

"Oh, here you again, you sage of sinful death."

Not far away, a holy woman walked with a bamboo basket, her gentle steps, as if fluttering in the wind, under the crescent-like eyebrows, revealing a pair of crystal eyes, clear like enlightened stars, shining with elegant and delicate light. The delicate long black hair, draped over the shoulders, dances softly in the wind, wafting wisps of light fragrance.

Countless saints and saintesses couldn't help but stop their hurried footsteps, looking at this fluttering fairy-like saintess, their eyes flashing with a scorching light like fire, and greedily inhaling the fragrance wafting in. The aroma also had the warmth of spring, the fragrance of flowers, and the aroma of vegetables, which made all the saints who smelled it swallow a few more mouthfuls of spit.

Then, all the eyeballs almost rolled to the ground. This beautiful fairy-like saint went up to a street beggar lying on the ground, dressed in tattered clothes, and smelling of it. Gently put down the food basket in his hand, lifted an empty food basket and floated away.

"Senior brother, are my eyes spent?" A priest asked blankly with a male priest holding his arm and staring at his bloodshot eyes.

"Senior brother, your eyes are not flowered, it is the eyes of the saint who are flowered." The senior brother stretched his neck, his slender neck stretched out, staring at the ass of the saint who was far away.

"Blessed, senior brother, let's go lie down there, and tomorrow the beautiful woman will bring us food." The junior brother said with envy.

"Lie down, you want to die, the master is waiting at home." The senior brother pulled the junior brother, his eyes staring at the shadowless street. Almost didn't hit the wall.

"Oh, Dead Saint, eat quickly, after eating this meal, I will take you to reincarnation and find you a good insight. You can't lie here anymore. I'm still waiting for you to make a fortune." The old voice was accompanied by a few hey laughs.

Mo Xie picked away the black hair blocking his face, and looked at the bamboo basket in front of him, which was still ten buns, a plate of vegetables, and a bag of water. Mo Ye gently picked up the bun, put it in front of his nose and sniffed it deeply. "Oops, it would be better if the beauty made this bun herself."

I opened my mouth and took a bite and chewed it carefully. A quarter of an hour later, Mo Ye finished eating under the countless astonished stares on the street. Then, lying on the ground, he fell asleep again. The black hair kept blocking his face, but he could hear it. Mo Xie slept very snoringly, although there was no thunderous snoring, his breathing was very even and powerful.

It was a quiet night, the sky was full of shining stars, like countless jewels sprinkled on a black background, and the curtain of night was slowly extended, embellished with extraordinary beauty and magic.

Mo Xie stood in Xiao Xiao's night breeze, the cool wind stroked Mo Xie's long black hair, hit Yu Song's face, and felt a slight shrinkage. The grim eyes looked at the street in the distance, and a look of attachment flowed through the evil sexy eyes.

A hurried voice sounded in Mo Ye's mind. "Oh, don't look at it, you can't afford to mess with that woman, be careful if you find you, you will die, let's go, there is such a good opportunity, refining that young master, we will have endless glory and blessings, beauties are like clouds, lingering, lingering, go, let's go."

Mo Ye turned back step by step, looking at the black hole in the distance. Urged by the voice in his head, he disappeared into the night.

At noon on this day, the fire-like poisonous light hung motionless in the cloudless sky, scorching the noisy Ning City, and occasionally a few ancient trees in the city hung down their leaves as if they were exhausted. On this small street, there are fewer people, and the mirror-like stone slabs reflect a strong light, and the air is smoking.

An indifferent woman, with a hint of resentment at the corner of her mouth, her creamy snow skin in the sun, faintly revealing a translucent luster, her eyelashes drooping slightly, delicate and incoherent. In the countless expectant eyes on this street, it floated lightly.

He still carries a bamboo basket in his hand, ten buns, a plate of side dishes, and a bag of water.

Perhaps because of the hot weather, the woman's hair fluttered in a bun with fine sweat spots on her forehead. The slight fire-like light through ignites a faint rouge breath of incense, which is very soft and light, dissolving into the aroma of steamed buns and dishes, which makes people obsessed and fascinated.

Suddenly, the woman stood there dumbfounded, the vision was empty, the familiar figure disappeared from the mouth of the alley, the cold wind was like a merciless arrow, more piercing than the poisonous light in the sky, ruthlessly piercing into the woman's heart. The woman covered her face with her hands, bit her lip, and struggled to suppress her crying, so that her shoulders twitched and twitched. Two suppressed sobs.

She didn't expect that figure to be so ruthless, she let him go, forgave him, and planned for him tomorrow and the future, in exchange for ruthless abandonment and escape. She believed that he knew it was her, and she believed that he could feel her. But all the dreams in front of him were shattered.

Tears poured out in front of her eyes, wetting her beautiful eyelashes, drenching her snowy cheeks, pooling under her round cheeks, splashing the placket of her clothes, and wetting the scorching slate beneath her feet.

The hearts of countless saints ached, and with her tears, they turned into raging anger. She didn't notice it at all, and the bamboo basket in her hand fell to the ground, and after a few quick and seductive whimpering, it disappeared into the street. In the scorching air, her sad and resentful heart, her desolate whimper, gently faded away, leaving behind a ...... of resentment.

A woman's dream is shattered, and no one knows whether to burn new hope or turn into new hatred. Kindness does not touch the ignorant heart, and hatred may solve everything that should not happen. (To be continued......)