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Master's Second Earth Soul

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    Mo Ran was walking alone on the street, there were still ghosts on the road, wandering around, faintly resentful.  Some lonely moss grew on the bluestone steps under the feet, and the soles of the feet were wet and slippery

    After the heated argument, I calmed down, only to find that my fingers were all worn out. The door frame was rough, with many burrs stuck in the flesh, and it was a blur. Fortunately, the surrounding area was dark and no ghosts noticed it.

    He drooped his eyelashes and looked at it silently for a while, probably because he felt so uncomfortable in his heart that such a hideous scar did not feel pain.

    He glanced back at the closed courtyard door, knowing that the man behind the door would not say another word to him.

    He is actually no stranger to such refusal.  Mo Ran is a person who is accustomed to malice, which allows him to know whether his pleading is useful or not from a glance or two or three words from others.

    In fact, when the man changed his words and told him "I haven't seen it", Mo Ran already instinctively understood that this man would not tell him even a half-truth, it was just about Chu Wanning's earth soul, so he didn't  Willingly, until pushed out the door, until the gate is shut.

    It has been a long time since he was so rudely rejected, but sometimes, the length of time can't decide anything, and the timing can't change the fundamentals, some things are engraved into the bones.

    Xue Meng once scolded him, a bitch.

    It's funny to say, but Mo Ran felt that the two poisonous words of the proud son of heaven could not hurt his self-esteem.

    That's right, he was originally a lowly breed in everyone's mouth, and even more vicious words than this can be heard like thunder, so there is nothing he is not used to.

    He finally looked back at the tightly closed wooden door, and slowly walked away while watching the ghosts giggling.

    ? Laughing, cursing, standing alone, inseparable from each other.

    It is rare to see such a helpless and helpless scene, overlapping with the childhood memories in his mind that have been in disrepair for a long time. Mo Ran walked, probably because the situation was too similar, so that he could not help but slowly recalled himself and his mother  The days when we lived together

    During those days, they were not in Lefang, but living on the streets of Linyi, wandering around the Confucianism Gate.

    During those days, at least he still had a mother.

    His mother loves him, and she doesn't want such a young child to go out to beg for food, so she always puts him in a deserted woodshed, and goes to the streets to perform and sing.

    She has a good background. With a bamboo pole, she can do pole dancing, and she can always earn some copper coins every day. She can buy a cake and two bowls of porridge, and the mother and son share the food.  Mothers always want their children to eat more, but Mo Ran always takes a few bites and says that the pancakes are too hard, the porridge has no taste, and that the stomach is already full, so he refuses to eat any more.

    But she didn't know, in fact, every time she sighed and ate the half cake and half bowl of porridge that Mo Ran "left over", the immature child who curled up next to him and pretended to be sleeping would squint and look at her secretly,  Seeing that she was full after eating, he was finally relieved, even if he was hungry, his heart was at peace.

    She didn't know that, in fact, every day after she left and went to perform in Linyi East City, her children would crawl out of the firewood pile and secretly go to a place two streets away from her to beg for food.

    Niangqin sang leisurely and gracefully at the street corner, supported by a ten-foot-high pole, and her thin body fluttered above it.  The bottom is covered with broken stones and porcelain, if it accidentally falls, all these pieces of porcelain will be pierced into her flesh and blood, but people who look at it find it exciting and fresh.  With a humble life, she tried her best to win the smiles of those rich young and rich.

    And two streets away, her children were begging along the street, grinning with people in front of every house, with dirty faces, saying the same auspicious words, trying to beg for something to eat.  But it doesn't happen, not often.

    One day, a young lady from a rich family was pregnant, feeling bored and in a bad mood, so she wandered the street and saw Mo Ran's mother dancing on a pole.

    She thought it was interesting, went to look at it for a while, and asked the attendant to go to the dancing woman and said: "You are laying gravel and broken porcelain on the ground. This is actually just pretending, and it is not sincere. My wife  As I said, if you are willing to replace these broken rocks and porcelain with knives, stand them on the ground, and then you jump again, my wife will give you ten taels of gold."

    Facing such harsh demands almost cost the lives of the poor.

    The mother's reaction was actually just to say: "But I don't have money, I can't afford a knife to shop."

    The rich wife laughed loudly, and immediately ordered someone to go to the iron shop to buy a hundred sharp knives, and put them on the ground.

    "Let's jump."

    The jeweled woman stroked her swollen belly and said enthusiastically.

    Soon a group of ghosts and monsters gathered around to watch the excitement, and the splendor of silk and jewels.The magnificent palace, have you seen it?  "

    "See, where is Master?"

    "That's right, it's there."

    "What's that place?"

    "It's the other palace of the fourth ghost king." The old man sighed, "The fourth ghost king doesn't live here, but he specially asked his subordinates to build a palace in Nanke Township, for no other reason than to recruit beauties from the underworld.  They are all under house arrest. The four kings are prostitutes. Every time after a while, he will personally come to the palace to choose concubines. Men and women are not taboo. The ones he chooses are taken directly to the fourth floor of hell. If they are not selected, they are said to be given to his subordinates to play with.  , Alas, you said that in this world-"

    Before he finished speaking, he saw that the little fairy next to him had already picked up the lantern next to him in flames, and rushed into the vast night like a wolf dog.

    The old man was stunned for a moment, and then he was a little envious. He murmured slowly: "It's good to be young, you run so fast" (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com
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