Remnants of Filth

"Hey? Is it just Gu Mang? Wang Shujun, you can get more people."

Both Xun and Wangshu have a deep hatred with Gu Mang, and some people said rudely and satirically, "Gu Mang now looks like an undefeated."

Murong Lian ignored him, still staring at Mo Xi, but after listening to this sentence, his mouth bent and smiled.

He smiled, and a few of the children who were busy holding him also laughed.

"Ha ha, yes, it's really just called Gu Mang. Where does he serve people? I'm pretty angry."

"Have you taken care of his business?"

"He used to be nicknamed. I was curious and wanted to play, and you know, he ..."

The boy didn't speak, and suddenly felt that his neck was thorny. Looking around, he found that Mo Xi was staring coldly at himself. The look was the same as the bayonet in the cold night, and he was so scared that he immediately forgot the words behind him, and swallowed in his throat, cold sweating.

Is there something wrong?

The boy's brother thought coolly, but before he thought about it, Mo turned his eyes away. The sharp side of his face was quiet and indifferent, without any strangeness.

As if the fierceness in his eyes was just his illusion.

Murong pityed lazily and said lazily, "You guys are really interesting. Who are Gu Mang? That was the first general in the past, my old slave, Mo Shuai's brother."

Mo Ju: "..."

"Even if he can't wait, can we be missing him at the banquet tonight?" Murong said, his eyes moved, and he fell on Mo Xi unwillingly. Gather, can I endlessly share the friendship of the landlord? "

Every time he said something, the gloom in Mo Xi's eyes grew deeper.

In the end, the dark clouds are destroying the city, and the flames of flames are turned into thousands of horses and thousands of troops, all dormantly dormant after the falling long eyelashes.

He didn't want to see Gu Mang's overwhelming gesture in front of these people.

But Murong's partial character stabbed him seven inches, stabbing him in the heart.

After making these remarks, Mu Rongci grinned, revealing a chilling smile.

"Mo Shuai. Your big enemy, your brother Gu, what does he look like after being tuned and taught by me? Are you not curious? Don't you want to see it with your own eyes?"

Finally the party went.

Wangshu Mansion is located in the east of Zhonghua. The building is magnificent. The bat pattern totem curse is circulated all over the mansion. It is the emblem of Wangshu. Most of the staff in the house are wearing dark blue rimmed robe-

This is Chonghua's rule. The clothes of the pro-noble family are generally inlaid with gold, but according to King Khin ’s instructions, the background is different. For example, Hehe House has a black background and Phnom Penh, while Yue House has a white background and Phnom Penh.

At this time, eight thousand exquisite fairy lights were shining through the sky, and the Chinese feast was extravagant and bright. The banquet was half-hearted, and everyone was relaxed. The younger generations who had tied their hands and feet before were also lively, drinking and punching each other.

Murong Lian leaned on the bamboo couch of Xiang Fei, holding a silver chip in her slender cold white hands, fiddled with the spices in the fumigator.

This is a kind of mysterious fragrance produced by Lao Guo. It doesn't matter if you smell it from afar, but when you get closer, there will be a kind of flirtatious stimulus. After the effect has passed, people will be slackened. This kind of stimulus can only be sucked up every 30 minutes, and it is difficult to quit addiction. This thing was forbidden when Laojun went to run the country ...

Mo Xi looked at Mu Rongqing's drunk life, and his pale and thin face was blurred like a mirror in the clouds and mist, only to feel annoyed for a while.

Yue Chenqing sat next to Mo Xi, sighting Murong Qing sniffing the furnace smoke, could not help but be curious, but wanted to go over to see, but Mo stopped.

"sit down."

"That's ... what?"

Mo slumped his face: "Floating like a dream."

Yue Chenqing was taken aback: "Ah! The floating life of the country is a dream?" He looked at him with anxiety, "... Wang Shujun looks very addicted. No wonder I saw him this time and felt his spirit was so bad. . "

"If you touch this fragrance once, your dad will lock you in the house for three or five years without letting you out."

Yue Chenqing said: "My dad? My dad is not so irritable. He at most threatened to hang me up and fight, and locked people in the house for three or five years. The idea was that you would come out of Mo Shuai."

Without waiting for Mo to be angry, Yue Chenqing smiled again and said, "But don't worry about it. I don't want to ask for this kind of fantasy. I'm so flattering, I don't need anything floating and dreaming, and I'm just as happy and happy. I can't think of it this way. "

Unexpectedly, his last few words fell into Murong's ears impartially.

Mu Rongci fiddled with the residual incense in the golden beast-type smoker, and a soft sneer slipped between his eyebrows, and his voice was as lazy as the smoke: "Can't you open it? Hum, if the dream is difficult to find, you have to rely on your financial resources , Even if you want to suck, you can't stop sucking. "

Yue Chenqing didn't want to argue with him. It didn't matter: "Yes, Wang Shujun is noble and rich, and he can be a rival country. How can I compare to you?"

When Murong was satisfied, he turned his head and asked, "Hehe, don't you come?"

Seeing Mo Xi's face was cold, Mu Rongci giggled with a bowed body: "I almost forgot that Mo Shuai is also a frugal person and never loves extravagance and waste. Hey, it looks like this country is a good thing, and the whole Zhonghua is also Only the king can bear it. "

Mo Xi really didn't want to talk to him.

The memory of Murong Lian is already the scum limit, but after years of imagination, he can still fall below his lower limit.

This man is proud of his status of pure blood and dear, but never works hard, but sinks deeper and deeper in the quagmire. Now he can even call it a walking dead, drunk and dreaming.

Li Wei was right, he really rotted into the bone marrow.

"Lord." At this moment, the housekeeper of Wangshu House walked in and said to Murong, "As you ordered, those people in Luomei Bieyuan have already brought."

"Oh, that's fine. Then let them in."

The banquet was almost there, and the guests were a little drunk. The steward got the order and naturally followed the good. Clapping people sent the best men and women in the garden to cheer up. Mo turned his head away, and his dark eyes stared at the entrance to the compartment like a falcon.

The bead curtains were long, and rows of men and women of various shapes were brought in by the housekeeper. Those people are either beautiful or pure, or humble or proud, or unwilling, or willing.

But Gu Mang alone was missing.

"It's all from Xiaomeiling from Luomeibeiyuan. Zhujun has fancy. Just take it to play." Murong waved his hand lazily. "But it's all cheap, play dead. After all, my king invited me today, and I'm still not grateful. Dade loudly praises and praises his palm? "

Everyone immediately opened up-

"Wang Shujun is so refreshed!"

"Sure enough, he is a cousin of the monarch. Whatever he says and what he does is one sentence. I really envy you."

A group of people patted Murong's flattery and started to pull the poor fallen people to drink and have fun with them. For a while, it was blurred and chaotic.

"Beauty, what's your name?"

"Come, fill up the wine for my brother."

Mo Xi's face became more and more ugly, and he felt so uncomfortable for a long time. He really felt unbearable. He was about to get up and leave, and he heard Murong Qing smile and groaned, "Don't you see me?"

"You drink high."

Murong Lianxi laughed out loudly: "I didn't drink high, and He and Jun don't rush away. The person you want to meet has already arrived, but he has a weird temperament and left Luomeibeiyuan, but will be upset. So Standing alone outside the door, he refused to come in. "

He said, filling himself with a glass of wine and drinking it.

"If you don't believe me, look at it for yourself."

Mo Xi turned his head and looked out of the door. Sure enough, he saw the shattered shadow of the bead curtain, revealing the shadowy figure behind him, like a vigilant beast hiding in the dark, trying to look out.

"See?" Murong said, "Let him come in and play with you?"

Seeing Mo extinguished, Murong smiled pitifully, his cheeks were red and stretched, and he shouted, "Well, wait a minute!"

"Wang Shujun, what's wrong?"

Murong Lian narrowed her eyes, the meanness and malice on her face almost reached the highest point in an instant.

He said, "You are really unruly, one by one, hurrying to embrace the beauties, who noticed that our honorable grandma and Jun's arms are still empty?"

Mo Ju: "..."

If it is normal, who would dare to hum and laugh with Mo? However, most of the brothers are mostly vegan lords of vegetarian food. They have not been injured on the battlefield, seriously injured, and have not stayed in bed. Not many people have actually worked with Mo Xi, not to mention they are drunk, so the exits are somewhat irregular. .

Someone laughed with a big tongue: "The emperor and the emperor are better than the army, the beauty and the beauty are everywhere, and Wang Shujun's men are even more peerless and glorious. Why should you quit?"

"Xun Hejun is in his **** years, but he has been busy with military affairs, and he should relax occasionally."

"Yes, Mo Shuai has been to Xiuluo Temple countless times, but he has never been in a blue gauze once. His life is short and he has fun in time, haha."

Of these people, Yue Chenqing was awake. At a glance at Mo Xi's face, the major events in his heart were not good. He said, "Well, don't you all shut up?"

Mo Xi glanced at him, thinking that this child is rare today, and he is serious now.

As a result, he continued to say, "Otherwise, if you stop talking nonsense, Mo Shuai kills people violently, I can run away first!"

Mo Xi: "………………"

Everyone looked at each other, half drunk and half awake, confused, with a silly smile on their faces. In this tortured silence, Murong Qing glanced over the peach eyes, her eyes were drunk, but there were some coldness: "Wu Hejun, these ten awesome postures, you do n’t need women, neither do you men. Alas, I see you— "

He smiled maliciously: "What you miss in your heart is actually your enemy?"

Speaking, shouting outside the curtain: "Come-! Bring the rebel general Gu Mang, bring us Mo Shuai!" 2k novel reading network