The Yin and Yang Conspiracy of Cannibal Villa

Mo Yu's heart tightened, and she gritted her teeth and said, "Young ladies can offer gold, silver, jewels, silks and satins." "Are those vulgar things worthy of my eyes?" The old man sat up and fixed his eyes on the plump ink jade chest with undisguised desire, "This medicine needs to be refined using the virgin Yuan Yin. If you are willing to offer yourself, the Infatuation Pill will be yours." Mo Yu froze, thinking of Jin Yuben's perfunctory, of his humble status as a slave, of the temptation of the rich and powerful, the hesitation in his eyes disappeared fleetingly. She raised her hand and took off her cloak, revealing her undergarments embroidered with lotus flowers. Her voice was so calm that it was almost indifferent: "As long as I can get the Infatuation Pill, I will let my senior do whatever I want, little girl." A trace of surprise flashed in the old man's eyes, and then turned into amusement, and he stretched out his hand to signal Mo Yu to come forward. When Mo Yu came closer, the old man grabbed his wrist and pulled him into his arms. Then he turned over and pressed Mo Yu on the bamboo couch. He breathed heavily and praised: "He is indeed aware of current affairs." Mo Yu closed her eyes and suppressed all the shame and struggle in her heart. The morning mist wraps around the green smoke of the fire and rolls up in the valley. The whining sound of the wind blowing through the bamboo shoots is actually mixed with a hint of concealment - as if this transaction that focuses on the body, along with the beast-like rough breathing and obscene roar, are buried in the darkness of the deep valley.