MTL - Remnants of Filth-Chapter 13 Murong Mercy

"Put it on yourself." Murong waved his hand. "Do you want me to ask you," Mr. Murong? "

Mo stopped beside him and was already furious: "Murong Mercy, you don't go too far, the lock ring is subject to the permission of the King--"

Halfway through, he was interrupted by Gu Mang.

"Such a precious gift." Gu Meng loudly said, overwhelmingly squeezing the sound of the ink out, raising his hands and taking over the tray, "Thank you for your reward!"

Everyone was stunned, but Gu Mang relaxedly untied the dark neck of the whole body, raised Wuliang's eyes, and looked at Murongqing who was sitting high. There was no meaning of resentment in those beautiful eyes, but he seemed very calm.

Murong pityed coldly: "Dear."

Gu Meng stared at him and raised his hand. He clicked without blinking and fastened the lock ring.

"Ah." As if something new and interesting was discovered, Gu Mang touched his neck with interest. "No big, no small, just right."

Mo Xi opened his eyes and looked at him in disbelief: "..."

The next few reading assistants who had a good relationship with Gu Mang seemed to be crying.

Gu Mang is like this. The big things do n’t seem to be things here. I ’m afraid he will pull the cover with a smile—

"Does it look good?"

Lu Zhanxing: "..."

Murong's thin, pale fingers rubbed the corners of her lips, and Yin and Yang said strangely, "It's beautiful."

Gu Mang said sincerely, "Thank you, Master."

"No thanks." Murong Lian's eyes were gray and quiet, and he suddenly raised his hand, and fell with a blue light in his palm, and fell to the ground with a guilty confusion.

Said Lu Zhanxing couldn't help but said, "Gu Mang !!!"

Suddenly, the chain of locks stretched out several black Thunder bandages, and bound Gu Man's upper body with his arms firmly. Gu Man's body was convulsed, and he shivered on the ground.

Mu Rongci didn't seem to feel enough, and changed another curse. The light in the palm turned red, and the lock ring pricked the thorns. He crawled around the honey-colored body. ...

"Enough!" Mo Xi couldn't bear anymore, biting his teeth, "Murong Mercy, why are you here!"

"I discipline my slaves, and what's the matter with Mozi?" Murongci leisurely said, "But just a cheap slave, it doesn't matter if he's killed. Does it bother him?"

"Here is the Xiu Xue Xue Gong. You do n’t know how to give a disciple of Xue Gong a private lock. Stop!"

Mu Rongci turned his head to Mo Xixiao and said, "If you want me to stop, I will stop. Isn't it very shameless of me? Boy, although your eyes are higher than usual in today's day, but you are asking me today, neither am I. So impersonal. "

Pause: "But you should give me something."

During the conversation, he smiled and changed several methods of punishment, and the slave ring had tortured Gu Mang with blood.

Mo stopped his printed hand and stared at him with black eyes: "What good do you want?"

"Nothing extraordinary," Murong said, looking at Mo Xi strangled her wrists, smirking, "I always complain that my mother is lazy and inferior in skill."

Taohua San's eyes narrowed, his faint hope waned to Mo: "As long as you lose to me in the Master's Competition on the New Year's Eve in Xue Gong. I'll buy you a face."

"..." Mo went back to look at Gu Mang, but when Gu Mang was watching him, he bit his lower lip and shook his head slightly.

"I heard that this slave under my command had not helped you a lot when you were a monster."

"..."

"How are you?"

Mo Xi said: "Okay. I promise you."

Mu Rong smiled and waved his hands, scattered the punishment spells of the lock ring, and Gu Mang suddenly fell into a pool of blood, and those lips that were always laughing could no longer make a decent sound.

And Mu Rongci expressed appropriate satisfaction with this-

"Okay."

The flame of the slave ring went out.

Murong said to Gu Mang with pity and mocking: "Lie down like this, wait for the blood to bleed, and then put on your clothes, lest you have to wash them. I hope this gift will remind you of who you are all the time. His eyes were like bee venom. "Remember how dirty blood is on your body."

"Remember who you are and who you should be loyal to in the future."

Murong Lian is too despicable and abnormal, and Mo Xi has disgusted him for a long time.

However, what makes Mo Xi unable to understand is why Mu Rongci has been so brutal, Gu Mang has followed him so desperately, after 20 years, there is no rebellion.

Gu Mang is not a masochist. Gu Mang is very clever. He is not afraid of fear and has his own opinions. Therefore, this kind of loyalty makes Mo Xi feel incredible. He could not guess what Gu Mang was thinking, nor did he know what happened between Mu Rongci and Gu Mang, which is still a mystery.

At this time, Li Wei re-referred to the old account between the two of them, Mo Xi could not help but think in his heart, this reminder is too much, Wang Shujun has been extremely bad before, how can it rot?

Unexpectedly, when he really saw that person, it was unexpected.

At the end of the event, several sons proposed that they want to relax in a newly built pot-making hall in the eastern city, and new female monks from the Military Affairs Department also joined in for fun.

"He and Jun, how about going with us today?"

"……Sorry."

"Reject it again." The monk pouted and whispered, "I know you have Princess Mengze, but you really are so brain-dead that you don't give anyone a chance?"

Before Mo Xi spoke, Yue Chenqing emerged from behind the woman's self-cultivation.

"Ah, heh, hey, what are you doing?"

He shuddered and patted the monk's shoulder, helping, "Why play together, drink tea, throw a pot or something, what's wrong?"

Others also smiled.

"Yes, come together."

"Cooking is fun."

Unexpectedly, at this moment, a man's voice suddenly sounded outside. Like a ghost, dumb, erratic, and not half-heated, the only emotion involved is ridicule.

"Stupidly throwing pots, dementia loves."

With this voice, footsteps came from the darkened door of the temple.

Mo turned his head back, and saw a man holding a Luo umbrella up the stairs, his figure was cold and cold, like a lonely wild ghost on a snowy night wandering. The man closed the umbrella sideways, shaken off the snow on the umbrella, raised his eyes, swept across the hall, and twitched a little ironic smile.

"Are you all here?"

The juniors of the Military and Political Hall were startled and saluted: "Wang Shujun."

"The juniors have met Wang Shushen."

Murong Pity.

This man who has been absent from work for thousands of years is here.

After many years, Gu Mang's old master stood in front of Mo Xi again. His three white eyes were long and narrow, and his looks were charming and ruthless, soft and cool, and his face was thinner and thinner than Mo Xi's memory. And the arrogance and arrogance of the expression in the expression was a little bit more intense than that year.

Murong's snake-like eyes swam across Mo Xi's face, as if he had found him in the crowd, licking his lips, and smiling: "Oh, Ye and Jun are here too. It ’s been a long time to see you."

Yue Chenqing is a gimmick who can talk to anyone, and greeted him with a smile: "Brother Murong, I haven't seen you for a long time."

Murong despised him as fart, without even turning his eyes.

Yue Chenqing: "..."

Mu Rongci waited for a while, but did not see Mo answered, so he smiled chillyly: "He and Jun, you and I have been counted against you for many years. Why do you see me, but it seems not happy at all? You reject Thousands of miles of temperament has really not changed at all. "

Mo Xi glared at him indifferently: "Wang Shujun has changed. Presumably the emperor is bothering and annoying Wang Shujun.

Murong laughed and said, "Yeah, after all, I am an internal minister, no better than your foreign relatives. I have to worry about the Lord."

Ink coldly: "It's moving."

Xi and Jun looked up to Shu Jun, just like the thunder and lightning wiper stones collided with each other, and in the atmosphere, the only people in the hall were Yue Chenqing, a good-tempered man who was willing to speak. He looked around. , And persevered and said, "Wang Shujun, it's so late, why do you think about coming to the palace today?"

"... passing by." Murong Li finally talked with him this time. "It happened that nothing happened. I want to invite you to visit Shu Shu."

After all, his eyes moved, with some coolness: "Drink some wine or something."

His proposal, the people did not dare to flick, not to mention there were many people who wanted to put up with mercy, and immediately said: "This is the case!"

"Since Wang Shujun invited an appointment, of course it was disrespectful."

Murong Qing glanced at Mo Xi's face: "He and Jun, are you coming?"

Mo Xi glanced at Yue Chenqing, remembering that he was still young, close to Zhu Chi and black, and it was better to have less contact with Murong Tzu.

So he said, "Yue Chenqing and I have something to do, and we won't go today."

"Wow, isn't it, what else can be so late!" Yue Chenqing stared, "I don't want to talk to you about military affairs! I'm going to visit Shujun Mansion and drink ..."

He said, he hurried behind Murong Li, and did not continue to look at the military and political playbook.

He had already expressed his position like this, and Mo could not persuade him, but had to frown slightly.

Mu Rongci turned to bear his hands and looked at the snow floating outside the temple door. Suddenly said: "Speaking of, He and Jun. You and Gu Mang haven't seen each other for a long time."

"..."

"I know you hate him. Before Gu Mang's rebellion, you tried to protect him and said that he would never betray Chonghua." Wuer laughed again. "Later, you met him in person on the battlefield and wanted to ask him from his mouth. A word of proof. He shot you badly and hurt you almost. "

Mo Xi said coldly: "Why mention old things again?"

"Oh, I don't mention it, don't you want to do it? He and Jun, although I'm not happy with you, we have been deceived by Gu Mang, disappointed by him, betrayed by him." Mu Rongci said slowly, "So although you don't want to admit it, I can tell you that I hate those who are disappointed."

At this point, Murong Qing had half a sickly pale face on her side, her eyes flashing with unpredictable light and shadow.

"He was my domestic slave then, and now people are also in Luomeibeiyuan that I am in charge of." He turned his head, his eyes fluttering softly, "How about. Would you like to see it together?"

Yue Chenqing leaned out his head innocently next to him: "Hey, go to Luomei Bieyuan? Wang Shujun, you can make a joke. We have girls in the Military and Political Department, it is not convenient to go to Luomei Bieyuan."

Several female nuns shook hands and said, "No, we won't go, and Wang Shujun will have a good time."

Yue Chenqing scratched her head: "Even if the sisters don't go, Wu Hejun hates Hualou the most. How could he be willing to enter that kind of place?"

"Oh. Also." Murong Merci sneered, "Mo Shuai is the first leader of Chonghua. He has always been bright and honest. It is impossible to condescend and noble, to enter and leave the dusty place where it is not on the table. Dirty what."

Mo Ju: "..."

"That's better." Mu Rongci paused, turned his neck, moved the meridians, and continued, "Anyway, Bieyuan is not far from my house. I ordered someone to bring Gu Mang here. Today Let him help us at the house tonight, I can also give you Mo Shuai ... "

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