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Before Mo Ran became emperor, people always called him a dog.
The villagers called him a dog, his cousin called him a dog, he was the most goddamn mother, and called him a son of a dog.
Of course, there are always some descriptions related to dogs, which is not too bad. For example, in his dewy love affairs, he always feigned anger, complaining that he was as strong as a male dog on the couch, his sweet words hooked people's souls, and the murder weapon under his body took Qingqing's life, but in the blink of an eye he went to have sex with her. Others showed off, so that everyone in the tile shop knew that Mo Weiyu was handsome and powerful. Those who had tried it were satisfied, and those who hadn't tried it were relieved.
I have to say that these people are right, Mo Ran really looks like a silly dog ??wagging its head and tail.
It wasn't until he became the emperor of the cultivation world that such titles suddenly disappeared.
One day, a little fairy from far away gave him a milk dog.
The dog was gray and white, with three clusters of fire on its forehead, a bit like a wolf. But it's only as big as a melon, and it looks like a melon, fat and round, but I still feel that I am very majestic. I ran wildly all over the hall, and tried to climb up the high steps a few times to see clearly that I was sitting on the emperor's throne after a long time. people, but because the legs are too short, all ended in failure.
Mo Ran stared at the powerful but really mindless hair ball for a while, then suddenly laughed, and cursed in a low voice while laughing, dog.
The milk dog soon grows into a big dog, the big dog becomes an old dog, and the old dog becomes a dead dog.
Mo Ran's eyes were closed, and then opened again. Thirty-two years have passed in his life, ups and downs, ups and downs.
He is tired of playing with everything, and feels boring and lonely. Over the years, there are fewer and fewer familiar people around him, and even the three fires have died. He feels that it is almost the same, and it is time to end.
Pinch a crystal-clear and plump grape from the fruit plate, and slowly peel off the purple skin.
His movements were calm and skillful, like the king of Qiang stripping Orchid's clothes in the tent, with a bit of laziness. Biyingying's flesh trembled slightly at his fingertips, the juice seeped out, and the purple was faint, like a goose carrying a red glow, like a begonia falling asleep in spring.
It's like dirty blood again.
While swallowing the sweetness in his mouth, he looked at his fingers, and then lazily raised his eyelids.
He thought, it's almost time.
He should go to hell too.
The ink burns, and the word is light rain.
The first king of the comprehension world.
It is not easy to be able to sit in this position. What is required is not only excellent spells, but also a rock-solid thick skin.
Before him, the top ten sects in the comprehension world fought against each other, and the dragons and tigers dominated. The sects hinder each other, and no one can change the world by himself. What's more, all the heads are well-read classics. Even if you want to give yourself a title for fun, you will be hesitant about the historian's pen, for fear of being infamous for thousands of years.
But Mo Ran is different.
He is a hooligan.
What others dare not do, he finally did. Drinking the hottest wine in the world, marrying the most beautiful woman in the world, first becoming the leader of the world of cultivating immortals, "Ta Xianjun", and then proclaiming himself emperor.
Wanmin knelt down.
All those who refused to kneel down were driven to death by him. During those years when he ruled the world, the world of comprehension was full of blood and sorrow. Countless righteous men died generously, and the Confucianism School among the top ten sects was killed.
Later, even Mo Ran's tutor could not escape the clutches of the demon. He was defeated in the duel with Mo Ran, and was taken back to the palace by his former lover and imprisoned. No one knew his whereabouts.
?The originally great rivers and mountains of rivers and lakes suddenly became smoky.
The dog emperor Mo Ran hadn't read a book for a few days, and he was a person with no taboos, so during his time in power, absurd things emerged endlessly, let's talk about that year.
In his first three years as emperor, the year name "Wang Ba" came to his mind when he was sitting by the pond feeding the fish.
? In the second three years, the year name was "呱". Gain heard the frogs in the courtyard in the summer, and he believed that this was a god-given inspiration, which should not be let down.
The well-educated people in the folk once thought that there would be no more appalling year names than "Fuck" and "Gua", but they still knew nothing about Mo Weiyu after all.
In the third three years, the localities began to move around. Whether it was Buddhism, Taoism, or spirituality, those righteous men who could not bear the violence of Mo Ran began to launch disputes and uprisings one after another.
So, this time, Mo Ran thought about it seriously for a long time, and after drafting countless numbers, a year name that shocked the world and wept ghosts and gods was born out of nowhere-"Halberd".
The implication is good. The two words that Shihuang racked his brains to come up with are the good intentions of "strike and fight". But folks sayThe medicine attacks the heart, the fire torments.
The pain is so heart-piercing that even Xue Meng's mournful and distorted wailing has become so far away, as if it came from the water across the vast ocean.
The blood kept gushing from the corner of the mouth, Mo Ran pinched his sleeves tightly, and his muscles spasmed.
Opening his eyes vaguely, Xue Meng had already run far away. That kid's qinggong is not bad, and it didn't take too much time to run from here to Nanfeng.
He should be able to see the last side of Master.
Mo Ran propped himself up, stood up staggeringly, formed a seal on his blood-stained fingers, and teleported himself to the Tongtian Tower, the peak of life and death.
It is late autumn at this time, and the crabapple flowers are blooming thickly and gracefully.
He didn't know why he finally chose to end his sinful life here. But I feel that the flowers are blooming so brilliantly, it is Fang Zhong.
He lay down in the open coffin, looked up at the flowers at night, and drifted away silently.
Floating into the coffin, floating on the cheek. One after another, like the past withered away.
In this life, from being an illegitimate child with nothing, through countless experiences, he became the only emperor and lord in the human world.
He is extremely sinful, with blood on his hands, everything he loves and hates, everything he wishes and hates, and in the end, there is nothing left.
After all, he did not mention a word on his tombstone with his confident words. Whether it's the stinky and shameless "one emperor through the ages" or the absurd "oil explosion" and "steaming", he didn't write anything. After all, there was not a single word left in the tomb of the first emperor in the cultivation world.
A farce that lasted for ten years finally came to an end.
Several hours later, when the crowd rushed into the emperor's palace holding up bright torches like a fiery snake, what was waiting for them was the empty Wushan Palace, the pinnacle of life and death with no one there, and the red lotus waterside pavilion. Next to him, Xue Meng, who fell to the ground in the ashes of the ashes, cried until he was numb.
Also, in front of the Tongtian Tower, Mo Weiyu, whose body was already so cold. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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