Chapter 59 Wait a minute. Monk Wang is still kneeling quietly...
The monk was still kneeling quietly on the ground, just looking up at Mo Beixing.
He did not look like a criminal, but rather like a believer who was quietly gazing at his god, or a young man kneeling on the ground, quietly gazing at his beloved girl on a tall building.
He was high above, and he just looked up at him.
This scene seemed familiar, as if it had happened many years ago.
The moment their eyes met, time seemed to flow backwards until it stopped beside a stream.
It was just an ordinary creek.
But when a young man who is so beautiful that he is almost glowing sits by the stream, this ordinary stream will become a legend.
People in the world will sing the legend of the goddess.
The white-haired boy was barefoot and wearing a thin gauze dress, sitting by the water.
A black-haired young man knelt at his feet, carefully applying nail polish to his toes until every toe was completely dyed red.
The toes were small and round, and the nails were light pink, as if petals were blooming on them. What the young man wanted to do was to dye those petals a brighter red.
He painted it very seriously and carefully, as if he was painting a statue of a goddess in a temple.
But isn’t the person in front of him the goddess?
When one is beautiful to a certain extent, one will become a god even if one does nothing.
When the last stroke was made, the impatient white-haired boy withdrew his foot impatiently.
A drop of bright red color splashed out and happened to land on the instep of his foot.
It was like a mole that was born there, like a trace of eroticism left on this pure white boy.
The young man's Adam's apple rolled.
The white-haired boy lowered his head to admire his feet, but when he looked down at the black-haired young man, he had some bad thoughts.
He gently used the back of his foot to scoop up some water and threw it towards the young man's face: "Hey, watch out!"
The young man's face and hair were soaked by the stream water, but he was not angry. He just continued to smile foolishly at the white-haired boy.
He looked like he didn't understand anything and was extremely stupid.
But that look betrayed him.
Those eyes were hot, crazy, and full of desire, almost burning the two of them to death.
Perhaps between the two of them, the one who didn't understand was the white-haired boy.
"Forget it, idiot." The white-haired boy sighed and took out a finely crafted bracelet: "I like the gift you gave me very much, but where should I wear it?"
The boy's wrist was already covered with a bracelet, and it seemed that there was no place for it anymore.
"You can wear it again after a few days." The young man suggested, "After all, you have a lot of clothes and can choose the right one."
The white-haired boy stuck out his tongue and smiled slyly: "Hey, hey, wear it after a few days? Idiot, don't you want me to wear it every day?"
"I want to." The young man said helplessly, "Of course I want to, but you have so many accessories that you can't wear them all."
"Yes, I have a lot of beautiful jewelry." The white-haired boy turned the bracelet, looked it up and down, and said in a deliberately picky manner: "There are so many, so beautiful. Now I look at this bracelet again, and I find that it is nothing special."
The young man laughed and said, "You don't like this look? Then I'll prepare something better for you next time."
"Hmph." The white-haired boy turned his head with an angry expression on his face.
But after a while, he sighed deeply again: "You are always like this, you should try your best...if you try your best, I will agree."
"Okay, I'll fight for it." The young man said softly, "I want you to wear my bracelet at all times, but your wrist is no longer big enough to wear it. I don't want to force you, nor do I want you to give up anything you like."
Even though I want you to wear only the jewelry I give you.
Even though I want you to be alone with me.
But I can't do that.
Because you are free.
You are not mine alone.
Although the young man's words did not completely satisfy the boy, he was instantly happy. The white-haired boy, like a dog, came close to the young man and said with a smile: "Indeed, I have a lot of beautiful accessories on me, but they can't fit on my hands. But my feet are OK."
"ah?"
Seeing the young man stunned, the boy simply shoved the white jade-like feet into his arms with a wicked smile and gently hooked: "Help me put it on, hurry up, I'm too lazy to move."
"Okay." The young man swallowed and gently held the white calf.
"Hahaha, it's so itchy." As soon as he touched it, the boy let out a crisp laugh, and the soft white little feet kicked directly into the young man's face.
The boy was shaking with laughter, but he still warned, "Don't touch my calves!"
"Okay." Although the young man was dull, he had a good temper. Seeing that the boy was uncomfortable, he immediately changed his position and grabbed the boy's ankle.
This time, the boy laughed even harder and kicked him twice in the face, neither too hard nor too light.
"Still itchy?"
“Hmm, it’s itchy, hahahaha… don’t touch there, it will make it even more itchy… hahahahaha…”
"Oh, what about here?"
“It’s itchy too, hahahaha…”
He touched it again and again, but the white-haired boy felt itchy all over, so the young man was kicked many times.
But the young man did not get angry, instead he tried each place one by one, patiently asking again and again:
“Does it itch here?”
"What about here?"
"Will it itch like this?"
.......
This goes on over and over again, and I never get tired of it.
Young people don't hate the feeling of being stepped on by teenagers.
He might say something that might make people think he was crazy, but he even enjoyed the feeling.
The force with which the white-haired boy stepped on him was not strong. On the contrary, it could even be described as gentle, with a hint of flirting.
Maybe this really is flirting, after all they are supposed to be a couple now?
Every time the white-haired boy lifted his feet, his thighs as white as jade were clearly displayed in front of him, making him swallow his saliva involuntarily.
They are lovers, and it is normal for them to have sexual desire.
But is the lust that the young man has in mind the same as what he thinks?
If they are not the same, then you are taking advantage of someone's misfortune.
The young man was not a good person, but he was unwilling to let the boy suffer even the slightest harm.
He wanted the boy to have the same passion as him.
After trying many times, the boy seemed to be tired. He yawned, fell back limply, and lay on the stone.
Although he was lying down, his stomach was still heaving up and down, as if he had been laughing a little too much.
"Are you still itchy?"
"Itchy." The boy said lazily, "But I don't have much strength now, so I suggest you take advantage of the opportunity and help me put it on."
"Yeah." The young man laughed. This time, he successfully put the snake-like bracelet on the boy's ankle. "Very beautiful."
"I think so too." The young man said proudly, "I am good-looking in every way. You are lucky to be with me."
"Well, I'm lucky." The young man held the boy's feet, lowered his head, and gently kissed his toes.
.......
Qing Luan's voice interrupted the thoughts of Mo Beixing and the monk:
"Since you have no objection to the crime you committed, you need to accept the punishment."
The monk nodded: "Yes, I can accept any punishment."
Qing Luan nodded and reported the punishment expressionlessly: "According to Article 34 of the city regulations, those who harass others in the city will have their harassment tools confiscated."
"Ah?" Mo Beixing was obviously very confused about the punishment of confiscating the crime tools.
Qing Luan asked again, "How did you put the bracelet on Monk Mo Beixing's foot?"
The monk replied: "With my hands, I put it on with my hands."
Their conversation made Mo Beixing even more confused, so he could only stare at Qingluan, waiting for her explanation.
Qing Luan nodded: "Did you use your hands? Then why did you put the bracelet on Monk Mo Beixing's ankle?"
"Because of my desire." The monk replied calmly, "Because I desire him."
"You...how can you be so shameless!" Mo Beixing was completely furious, and the little bit of goodwill he had for the monk was instantly wiped out: "Asshole! Pervert! How dare you desire me! I will get rid of your...your evil roots!"
He and Ling Fuyao learned this.
After all, Ling Fuyao is very good at castrating people.
This is one of the few swear words Mo Beixing has learned.
But as soon as Mo Beixing finished speaking, Qingluan's words almost scared him to death.
She nodded to Mo Beixing approvingly and said, "Since Fellow Daoist Mo Beixing has brought this up, the punishment will be to chop off this person's penis and hands."
Mo Beixing had no objection to this form of punishment.
But the look just now made him inexplicably develop some feelings for this strange man, and at this moment he was a little hesitant.
Qingluan landed on the ground, the spiritual energy in the city gathered around her. She glanced at Mo Beixing and the monk and said, "If both of you have no objection, then I will begin to execute the punishment. Of course, if Monk Mo Beixing wants to execute it himself, that is also possible."
The monk obviously had no objection.
He even closed his eyes, waiting for the execution of the punishment.
When this man was about to be castrated, Mo Beixing spoke up: "Wait...wait a minute!"
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