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In the inner hall, the ground is dry and cold, but the breath of lust is hot and sticky.

The Holy Majesty was completely naked, lying on his back with his limbs let loose, and Mo Ya was above him, in a standard riding posture, lifted his body up, then fell down extremely quickly, and made the last movement viciously.

The sage below bit his lip, sobbed in his throat, bowed his waist and shot happily.

It's over.

Mo Ya then got up, walked to the table naked, picked up the porcelain cup with two fingers, and began to drink tea.

It doesn't matter, he doesn't care about pleasure or fear of pain, it's just a routine, this is his consistent attitude towards Huan Ai.

The Holy Majesty was lying on his back, so he could only look at him like this, watching him erect a pair of extremely beautiful long legs, his posture was indifferent, and the red and white liquid between the two streams slowly fell.

He just drank most of the tongue between the cups in one gulp, but the sage was silent, and it took a long time to think of a sentence: "The eminent monk came to Beijing the day before yesterday, and you also went to listen to his lectures. How do you feel? Did it help you?"

Mo Ya lowered his head, swayed the remaining tea in the cup, and raised the corners of his lips: "I think this eminent monk is very good, with a handsome appearance, he is very suitable to be desecrated."

The Holy Majesty paused, "Hu" sat up, put on his robe, and there was anger in the corner of his eyes.

Mo Ya didn't move, he still swayed his cup of tea, looked at him from the corner of his eyes, and said, "If the Holy Majesty thinks I'm wrong, you can punish me. What's the game this time, don't play with the whip anymore, let's play with spines. Take a long needle, pick the bone seam on my back, and slowly...prick it in."

When he said this, his eyes were slightly bright, and it was rare to show a little enthusiasm.

The Holy Majesty panted on the spot, calmed down for a while, and finally gave him a glance and walked away.

He can't do anything with him, even if the Ninth Five-Year Supreme rules the world, he can't do anything with this person.

He has no relatives, no reason, and a lonely family. If you want to divide him into five horses, he is exactly what he wants. He will be very enthusiastic to discuss with you how to divide the pain so that it will last longer.

Such a person, what can you do to him, and what can you do to him.

For three days, the Holy Majesty decided not to pay any attention to this monster, and this time he persisted for three days.

In the afternoon of the third day, when the autumn sun was half slanted, he walked into the palace door, only to see Mo Ya still in the same posture, leaning against the table with his long legs crossed, playing with a porcelain spoon with one hand.

"Long live seen."

Maybe it was because of boredom, but this time Mo Yajun actually looked good, got up and knelt down.

His Majesty was secretly delighted, but his face was still calm, he walked to the table and sat down.

"My Majesty, I want to shoot Yang." Mo Ya lowered his head on the ground, but his words were extremely strong and could not be discussed.

"Sheyang?" The Holy One was stunned for a moment, thinking that this is really a lascivious place name, he immediately raised his voice and said, "No!"

Mo Ya was silent, looked at him sideways, did not resist, got up slowly, sat down at the table, and continued to play with his spoon, knocking on the table.

"If you really want to relax, I will accompany you when I finish my work." The Holy Majesty has already begun to show weakness.

"I'm going alone."

"No!"

Mo Ya became silent again, and it took a while before he opened his mouth and asked, "What do you like the most about me, Your Majesty?"

"Eye."

The Holy One thought about it.

That's right, the eyes, he has a pair of black to blue eyes, so quiet and deep that sometimes people are willing to drown.

How could such a monstrosity have such eyes, so this world is really puzzling.

"Your Majesty thinks my eyes are good-looking?" Mo Ya said softly at this moment, raising his deep eyes: "Then what does Your Majesty think of this spoon? Thin celadon, does it look good?"

After speaking, he began to tap the table with the spoon again, feeling cold for a while.

His Majesty raised his eyebrows, his spine was chilled by the sound, and finally he couldn't help asking: "What do you want to do? What do your eyes have to do with this spoon?"

"I was just thinking, if I use this beautiful spoon to dig out my beautiful eyes, I don't know if it is suitable."

Mo Ya answered him, his tone light and airy, without any emotion or anger.

"You are crazy!"

"I'm going to shoot the sun."

"You are crazy!"

"Report to Your Majesty, I've gone crazy long ago." Mo Ya raised his lips, raised his hand like lightning, and immediately closed his right eye with the thin porcelain spoon.

After a cup of tea, Mo Ya's right eye was still blood red, and the fog in front of him was thick, but he was in a good mood. He knelt down and thanked him: "Thank you for your permission, I will leave immediately."

The Holy Majesty no longer had the strength to argue with him, so he put his hand on the table and asked, "Then can you tell me what you are going to Sheyang for?"

"The eminent monk who came to Beijing last time was called Na Xu, and I heard that he was practicing asceticism in Sheyang. I'm going to leave now to desecrate him."

Mo Ya's reply was extremely straightforward, as usual, without a trace of emotion.