[R18] Erha and he’s white cat master – Chapter 2 of “Erha and He’s White Cat Master” [English]

Chapter 2 I am alive

“My heart was as dead as water, but I didn’t expect the spring light to shine through on the cold night of March 9th. Could it be that God favored the valley grass, and was afraid that the world would be cold and windy.”

The clear and crisp voice of a Yue girl could be heard lingering in my ears, and the words were jingling like pearls, but the knocks made my brain hurt, and the meridians on my forehead jumped violently.

“Why are you making such a fuss! Where did the mourner come from! Someone, beat this bitch down the mountain with a stick!”

After shouting this angrily, Mo Ran was shocked to realize something was wrong.

…Isn’t he already dead?

Hatred and chill, pain and coldness stung his chest, and Mo Ran opened his eyes suddenly.

All the things before death were like wind blowing snow away, and he found himself lying on a bed, not a bed at the top of life and death. This bed was carved with dragons and phoenixes, and the wood exuded a heavy scent of powder. The old quilt on the floor was pink and purple, embroidered with patterns of mandarin ducks playing in the water. It was the pillow quilt that only women would sleep on.

“…”

The ink burned for a moment and was stiff.

he knows where this is.

This is a tile near the summit of life and death.

The so-called Wazi refers to the brothel, which means “the tiles close together when they come and disintegrate when they leave”, which means that guests and fans can gather and disperse easily.

When Mo Ran was young, he was very dissolute for a period of time. He slept in this brothel for more than ten days in half a month.However, this brothel was sold out when I was in my twenties and later turned into a wine shop.After his death, he actually appeared in a brothel that had long since ceased to exist. What was going on?

Could it be that he had done too many evil things during his lifetime and had harmed countless boys and girls, so he was punished by the King of Hell to be reincarnated in a brothel to pick up customers?

Mo Ran turned over unconsciously while thinking wildly.

Suddenly he came face to face with a sleeping face.

“…”

What’s going on!!!Why is there someone lying next to him??

Still a naked man!

This man has an immature face and exquisite facial features. He looks cute, and it is hard to tell whether he is male or female.

There was no expression on Mo Ran’s face, but his heart was turbulent. He stared at the little white face immersed in sleep for a long time, and suddenly remembered.

Isn’t this the boy I loved so much when I was young? His name seems to be Rong San?

Otherwise, call her Rong Jiu.

It doesn’t matter whether it’s three or nine, it doesn’t matter. What’s important is that the young man later contracted the disease and has been dead for many years. His bones should have rotted away.However, at this moment, he was alive, white and tender, nestled on the side of his bed. His shoulders and neck were exposed from the brocade quilt, and they were all blue and purple, full of traces of ambiguity.

The ink burned with a sullen face, lifted the quilt, and moved his eyes downwards.

“…………”

I don’t know if Rong Jiu is nine or three, but let’s call him Rong Jiu. The little beauty Rong Jiu is covered in whip marks, and her pink thigh like mutton fat white jade has been strangled with several red ropes.

Mo Ran touched his chin and sighed secretly: It’s so interesting.

Look at this exquisite rope art, this skillful technique, this familiar picture.

This bitch couldn’t have been strangled by herself, right??!!

He is a person who cultivates immortality and is involved in the matter of rebirth.At this moment, he couldn’t help but begin to suspect that he seemed to be back alive.

In order to further verify his thoughts, Mo Ran found a bronze mirror.The bronze mirror was very worn, but in the dim yellow light, he could still vaguely see his own face.

Mo Ran was thirty-two years old when he died, and he was already in his thirties, but the face of the buddy in the mirror at this moment looked quite childish, and his handsome brows revealed a unique domineering attitude of young people. He looked like he was only fifteen or sixteen years old.

There is no one else in this bedroom.So a generation of tyrants in the cultivation world, bullies in Shu, emperors in the human world, lords at the pinnacle of life and death, Mo Ran, the Immortal Lord, honestly expressed his inner feelings after being silent for a long time.

“Fuck…”

This fuck woke up Rong Jiu from his sleep.

The beauty sat up lazily, and the thin brocade quilt she was wearing slid down her shoulders, revealing a large area of ​​dazzling white body. Her soft long hair was covered with soft long hair, and she raised a pair of sleepy peach blossom eyes. The ends of her eyes were dimly stained with residual red, and she yawned.

“Well… Mr. Mo, you woke up very early today.”

Mo Ran didn’t say anything, and the time went back more than ten years. He did like Rong Jiu, a charming little beauty who couldn’t tell the difference between male and female. But now, the thirty-two-year-old Ta Xianjun, how could he doubt that he had a brain at that time, so he thought this kind of man was good-looking.

“Did you not sleep well last night and had a nightmare?”

I am dead, do you think it is a nightmare?

Rong Jiu saw that he had been silent and felt that he was in a bad mood, so he got up and got out of bed, went to the carved wooden window, and hugged Mo Ran from behind.

“Master Mo, please pay attention to me. Why are you so stunned and ignoring me?”

Mo Ran asked him to hug him so hard that his face turned blue. He wanted to tear the little goblin off his back immediately and slap him with seventeen or eight big ears on his fragile face, but he still held back in the end.

He is still a little dizzy and doesn’t understand the situation.

After all, if he was really reborn, then yesterday he was in a quarrel with Rong Jiu, and when he woke up, he would beat him until his nose was bruised and his face was swollen. This kind of behavior was no different from suffering from a mental illness. It was inappropriate, very inappropriate.

Mo Ran sorted out his emotions and asked casually: “What day is today?”

Rong Jiu was stunned, then smiled and said: “It’s the fourth day of May.”

“Bingshen year?”

“That was last year, and this year is the year of Dingyou. Mr. Mo is such a noble man who forgets things so much. He goes back as time goes by.”

Ding Younian…

The ink-burning eyes were filled with dark waves, and his mind was spinning rapidly.

In the year of Ding You, I was fifteen years old. I had just been recognized as my long-lost nephew by the Lord at the top of life and death. I jumped from a mangy lackey who could be bullied to a phoenix on a branch.

So, is he really reborn?

Or is it a big empty dream after death…

Rong Jiu smiled and said: “Mr. Mo, I see you are so hungry that you can’t even remember the date. Sit down for a while, and I’ll go to the kitchen and bring you some food. Can you please make fried pancakes?”

Mo Ran has just been reborn at this time, and he still doesn’t know how to deal with all this, but it is always right to follow the previous path.So he recalled his romantic appearance back then, endured his nausea, and pinched Rong Jiu’s leg with a smile.

“Very good. Here’s another bowl of porridge. Come back and feed me.”

Rong Jiu put on his clothes and went away. After a while, he came back with a wooden tray with a bowl of pumpkin porridge, two fried pancakes, and a plate of side dishes.

Mo Ran happened to be a little hungry, and was about to grab a cake to eat, but Rong Jiu suddenly pushed away his hand and said charmingly: “I’ll feed the young master to enjoy.”

“…”

Rong Jiu picked up a piece of cake and sat on Mo Ran’s lap.He was wearing a thin outer robe, with nothing on underneath. His thin and tender thighs were spread apart, touching the ink-burning skin, and they could not help but rub them ambiguously. The meaning of seduction was self-evident.

Mo Ran stared at Rong Jiu’s face for a while.

Rong Jiu also said he was lustful again and said angrily: “Why do you always look at me like this? The food is already cold.”

The ink was silent for a moment, thinking of the good things Rong Jiu had done behind his back in his previous life, and the corners of his mouth slowly opened into a sweet, intimate smile.

He, Ta Xianjun, has done a lot of disgusting things. As long as he is willing, no matter how disgusting he is, he can do it. At this moment, it is just an act, a childish trick, which cannot be troubled by him.

Mo Ran leaned back on the chair comfortably and said with a smile: “Sit up.”

“I’m… not sitting right now.”

“You know where I mean sit.”

Rong Jiu’s face turned red and she spat: “In such a hurry, Master, you won’t wait until you finish eating before… ah!”

Before he finished speaking, he was forcefully pulled up by Mo Ran, moved forward, and pressed down again.Rong Jiu’s hands shook and the porridge bowl fell to the ground. While he was gasping for breath, he did not forget to whisper: “Master Mo, this bowl…”

“Don’t worry.”

“Then, you should eat something first… um… ah…”

“Am I not eating?” Mo Ran held He’s waist, a pair of dark eyes flashed with light, and Rong Jiu’s beautiful face with her neck raised was reflected in her pupils.

In my previous life, I was particularly willing to kiss those bright red lips when I was in love.After all, this young man is beautiful, easy-going, and especially good at saying things that make him feel moved. It would be a lie to say that he has never been moved at all.

However, knowing what Rong Jiu had done with his mouth behind his back, Mo Ran felt that this mouth smelled terrible, and he was no longer interested in kissing it.

There are many differences between the thirty-two-year-old Mo Ran and the fifteen-year-old Mo Ran.

For example, at the age of fifteen, he still knows tenderness in love, but at the age of thirty-two, he only knows violence.

Afterwards, he looked at Rong Jiu, who was on the verge of death and had passed out due to him, with a pair of upturned eyes, slightly narrowed, with a sweet smile.He has a beautiful smile, his pupils are extremely dark and deep, and when viewed from certain angles, they appear to be tinged with a layer of luxurious dark purple.At this moment, he held Rong Jiu’s hair with a smile, lifted the unconscious man to the couch, picked up a piece of broken porcelain from the ground, and hung it on Rong Jiu’s face.

He has always been retributive, and it is the same now.

Thinking of how he took care of Rong Jiu’s business in his previous life, and even wanted to redeem him, and how Rong Jiu collaborated with others to design him, he couldn’t help but smile and bend his eyes, and put the sharp ceramic shard against Rong Jiu’s cheek.

This man is in the flesh business. Without this face, there is nothing.

This kitsch man would live on the streets like a dog, crawling on the ground, being kicked by boots, being crushed, scolded and spurned, oh… just imagining it makes him happy physically and mentally.Almost even the nausea from having just fucked this man disappeared.

The ink-burning smile becomes more and more cute.

With a strong hand, a trace of bright red blood seeped out.

The groggy man seemed to feel the pain, and groaned softly with a hoarse voice. There were tears hanging on his eyelashes, and he looked pitiful.

The burning hand suddenly stopped.

he reminds me of an old friend.

“…………”

Then, he suddenly realized what he was doing.After being stunned for a few seconds, he finally slowly lowered his hand.

He is really used to doing evil things.He has forgotten that he has been reborn.

Now, nothing has happened yet, no big mistake has been made, and that person… is not dead yet.Why does he have to go through the same old path cruelly and roughly again? He can obviously start over.

He sat down, put one foot on the edge of the bed, and played with the broken porcelain in his hand casually.Suddenly I saw a greasy pancake on the table, so I took it over, peeled off the oil paper, and bit into it. My mouth was full of crumbs and my lips were shiny.

This pancake is the specialty of this Wazi. In fact, it is not very delicious. Compared with the delicacies that he tasted later, it is like chewing wax. However, after the Wazi fell, Mo Ran has never eaten this oil spin pancake again.At this moment, the familiar taste of pancakes returns to the tip of the tongue again despite the overwhelming memories.

Every time Mo Ran swallowed a mouthful, he felt that the unreality of rebirth became less and less.

After finishing the whole piece of cake, he finally recovered from his initial confusion.

He is truly reborn.

he All the evil in life, all the irreversible things, have not yet begun.

I didn’t kill my uncles and aunts, I didn’t massacre all seventy-two cities, I didn’t bully my master and destroy my ancestors, I didn’t get married, I didn’t…

No one is dead yet.

He smacked his lips and licked his white teeth. He could feel a tiny ray of joy in his chest rapidly expanding into a kind of turbulent wave of enthusiasm and excitement.He was an all-powerful man during his lifetime, and was involved in the three major forbidden arts in the human world.He is proficient in the two forbidden arts, but only the last one, “rebirth”, cannot be mastered even though he is extremely talented.

Unexpectedly, the things that I could not obtain during my lifetime would actually come true after my death.

The various feelings of unwillingness, decadence, and loneliness in front of me are still lingering in my chest. The flames on the top of life and death are still bright, and the scene of the army pressing down on the border is still before my eyes.

At that time, he really didn’t want to live anymore. Everyone said that he was a lonely person in his life. He betrayed everyone and separated from his relatives. In the end, he himself felt like a walking dead, bored and lonely.

But I don’t know what went wrong. A heinous person like him could get a chance to start over after he died.

Why would he destroy Rong Jiu’s face just to avenge such an old personal grudge?

Rong Jiu is most greedy for money.It’s just a prostitute who sells meat for nothing, just take some money and give him a small punishment.Human life, he doesn’t want to bear it for the time being.

“I’m taking advantage of you, Rong Jiu.”

Mo Ran said with a smile, exerted force on his fingertips, and threw the porcelain pieces out of the window.

Then, he emptied out all Rong Jiu’s fine jewelry and put them all into his own pocket. Only then did he take some time to tidy up, slowly packed himself up, and Shi Shiran left Wazi.

Uncles and aunts, cousin Xue Meng, Master, and…

Thinking of that person, Mo Ran’s eyes suddenly became gentle.

Senior brother, I’m here to find you.

The author has something to say: This article’s cp: Mo Ran x Master

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