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    The Xiangtan Prison was old and simple. Early the next morning, Mo Ran sneaked out while taking advantage of the interrogation of his fellow prisoners.  After regaining his freedom, the first thing he did was to return to Zuiyulou.

    As soon as he entered the backyard, he saw Ah Nian standing in the center of the drying yard triumphantly in a black Taoist robe.

    The disaster he got into was the same as any time before, and the orphan named Mo Ran carried it for him, and he believed that he was safe¡ª¡ª

    "Anyway, you have no father or mother, and no one will be sad when you die."

    "I've raised you for so many years, it's time for you to repay your kindness."

    That's why they hang an innocent man on the gallows.

    ? High-sounding, full of energy.

    Mo Ran stood in the shadows, standing in the dark, looking at the chic and relaxed Young Master Nian.

    Oh, it turns out that someone loves you, someone loves you, and your mother cares for you. Is that how it is?

    The sky is falling, and there are people blocking it.

    Only oneself is not a pity to die.

    Mo Ran looked at him for a long time.

    Mr. Nian has already bought Taoist robes, dressed as a monk, and waited for his mother to drop the Zuiyu real estate, and set off to go to the world of monks to be his young master.  At this time, he was pretending to be dancing swords in the yard, surrounded by a group of teenagers, who were the gang who planted Mo Ran.

    "A Nian is good at swordsmanship!"

    "You are really brave. You will become a great sword fairy after you go to the lower cultivation world!"

    "Your uncle's life and death summit seems to have been very powerful in the past two years. You have enjoyed it in the past! Don't forget our brothers!"

    "Yes, yes." Someone echoed, "Ah Nian, don't forget about us. We grew up wearing a pair of trousers. We took care of both good and bad things for you. Even that little bitch from the tofu shop  death, all¡ª"

    At this time, Ah Nian has already regarded his status as detached, and can no longer allow others to mention his taint of rape/humiliating the girl. Hearing what the man said, he immediately pointed his sword at the tip of the man's throat, angrily  Said: "The death of the girl in the tofu workshop was caused by Mo Ran. We saw it with our own eyes that day. He was possessed by a beast, devoid of conscience, and molested her¡ªyou will remember these words after saying them a few times!"

    The man was pointed at by the sword, shivering, and hurriedly said: "Yes, yesit's my poor memory! I made a mistake!"

    Others rushed to appease Ah Nian: "It's all that Mo Ran, with a human face and a beast heart, not as good as a pig or a dog!"

    "That's right, that's right, we've all seen him rape and then kill a commoner girl, and we'll never forget his monster face in this life."

    A few people babbled and deepened the lies they made up. Some people are like this. They have told the lie thousands of times, and even they will believe it.  net.  Ah Nian laughed twice, swiped a sword flower, and slashed several swords at the scarecrow standing in the drying yard. He fell the scarecrow to the ground, pointed the sword at the scarecrow, and said in high spirits:

    "Look at me cultivating into a sword fairy, exorcising demons as the way, punishing evil punishing that evil"

    He doesn't like reading, and he always skipped classes in the past, so he got stuck in the middle of the lecture.

    Immediately a young man picked up next to him: "Punish the evil and promote the good! Restore justice! Help the world! Sweep all directions!"

    Ah Nian snorted, and said disdainfully: "You are the best at talking."

    The man didn't expect the horse to slap on the horse's leg, and couldn't help being embarrassed: ""

    Ah Nian swiped a few more swords, and said: "Sweeping all directions depends on strength, not your broken tongue. From now on, if I encounter a lewd/devil like Mo Ran again, I can do it with one sword."  Going to his head, what can you do with him, right? Hahahaha¡ª¡±

    He hadn't finished "ha" when suddenly there was a leisurely voice from the chaifei in the backyard. Someone slapped his hands crisply twice, and then said:

    "Master Nian, you really deserve to be the young master at the pinnacle of life and death so majestic."

    "!!" Ah Nian suddenly blocked the sword in front of him, his face changed instantly, and he said sharply, "Ink burning??!!"

    A gigantic cloud cluster slowly passed by in the sky, gradually covering the sun and casting a huge shadow on the drying yard.

    Somehow, the ragged boy appeared on the pile of firewood piled up in the drying yard like a falcon, and slowly raised his head.

    Although his face is thin, but upon closer inspection, his facial features are extremely handsome and correct.  At this time, his eyes were burning, and there were still ferocious welts on the brow bone. He had just come out of the prison, and the blood stains had not been wiped off.  Looking at this face, Ah Nian felt both familiar and unfamiliar.

    The person in front of me is indeed Mo Ran, but there seems to be something wrong.He said: "Who wants to chat with you! You beast! Pigs and dogs are inferior! Animals are inferior!"

    "Don't talk?" Mo Ran spat out the grape seeds and smiled, "Forget it if you don't talk. Then do business. Last night, the godmother also said that I have been indebted to everyone for ten years, and the godmother took good care of me.  Now it is time to be filial. So let me send you on your way."

    He stood up, walked around those people, bowed decently, and said brightly: "But on Huangquan Road, you don't go too far, wait for me."

    Everyone else cried together, and Mrs. Mo hissed: "Mo Ran!!! You bastard! At the beginning when Xun Yatou saw you pitiful and kindly took you in, I shouldn't be kind for a while and promise her! You are a scourge,  You evil star! You - you perverted beast!"

    "Are you also worthy of mentioning Sister Xun?"

    Mo Ran faintly said, "At the beginning I came all the way from Wubei Temple, in order to return her a favor according to my mother's last wish. She knew that I lost my mother, so she handed over all the money I made in a year to  You, I hope you can let me stay and have a place to stay. She is my benefactor, what about you? What do you care about. "

    "I shouldn't have promised her! I shouldn't¡ª¡ªwhat's a year's money? You let her go secretly later! She's the leader of Zuiyulou! Do you know how much money she makes per song?  ?! But you actuallyyou"

    Mo Ran interrupted her: "She is my mother's benefactor and also my benefactor. She is a performer in the Zuiyulou, but you have received money from a rich businessman, and you have to betray her. You force her to receive customers¡ª¡ª  You said. Why shouldn't I let her go?!"

    "You hate me these years, you torture me, but I don't say a word, I don't resist, because my mother told me that anyone who can give me a bite of food will not be so bad." Mo Ran closed  Close your eyes, "I've been enduring it, I've been enduring it"

    "Bah! You have the guts to say it?! You ungrateful thing, it's me! It's me who gave you a place to live, so that you little beggar can have food and a bed to sleep in! You beast, you son of a bitch  !"

    "Well, what a coincidence. A bastard born by a bitch?" Mo Ran smiled in the firelight, "If you scold me like this, your son Quanxia will think you are calling him when he hears it?"

    Mo Ran said, walked over, and pinched the thick face of the mother.

    "However, godmother, you reminded me that you gave me food and a bed all these years, I really thank you. If that's the case, I'll send you away first."

    "you¡ª¡ª!"

    "However, to add to the fun, why don't we play a game first?" Mo Ran said enthusiastically, "What do you think about blind people guessing pictures?"

    As he spoke, he picked up a small piece of broken wood on the ground and lit the end on fire.  Then stick it on the mother's eyes, slowly, slowly, draw the shape of the sun, the wooden tip passed, the skin was scorched and the flesh was rotten, the mother screamed pitifully, but Mo Ran smiled and said to her:

    "Godmother, guess what I drew? If you can't guess, even if you lose, I will draw another thing."

    On that day, the few remaining people were slowly tortured by him one by one, killing them bit by bit.

    He bit back the viciousness and embarrassment that had been accumulated for ten years at once, and the Zuiyu Tower was covered with bones and scorched earth.

    In the end, he lay in the fire, lying with those twisted corpses, looking at the crumbling Qionglou, smiling, and sending pastries and fruits to his mouth one bite at a time.

    "tasty."

    He paused for a moment, then suddenly smiled wryly, and when his eyelashes curled up, tears rolled down his face with a bright smile, flowing all over his face.  He stretched out his hand, covering his eyes, crying and laughing:

    "It's a pity that I won't be able to eat it anymore"

    The ebony red plaque of Zuiyulou fell down and hit the front of the hall, torn apart.  Scorched smoke billowed, and the buildings with carved beams and painted buildings finally collapsed.

    In this building, I am used to watching pipa singing and dancing, and the skirts are dirty with wine.  There used to be unlimited scenery, singing and dancing.

    Up to now, yesterday's glitz is gone, and the past is turned into ashes.  Those men and women who love each other, love and hatred entanglement, are all burning and falling in one beam after another.  The raging fire was burning, and the fairy sounds of the two oirans fighting in those days seemed to be babbling out from the cracks in the wood and the joints of the tiles.

    Duan Yihan sang: "Such a flowery and beautiful family¡ª¡ª"

    Xun Feng groaned weakly: "All pay for the broken walls"

    This famous building in Xiangtan was buried amidst the faint and illusory music, the curtain fell, and a long drumming ended.  Those sad or brilliant excerpts came to a splendid and solemn curtain call in this raging fire.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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