The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

"Come on, brother Mo, let me introduce you. This is a junior sister under my sect, named Song Qiutong."

In the end, he bit the bullet and sat down, and was introduced by Nangong Si excitedly at the wine table.Song Qiutong, Song Qiutong, he even knew exactly where there was a mole on her back and where there was a birthmark on her leg, so Nangong Si needed to say more.

But his face was still tense, and he nodded restrainedly: "Miss Song."

"This is Grandmaster Chu's direct disciple, Mo Weiyu, who is at the pinnacle of death and life. You should have seen him in Caidie Town before, but there were so many people at that time, you probably can't remember clearly."

Song Qiutong smiled gently, stood up and saluted, "Little girl Qiutong, I have met Immortal Mo."

"..."

Mo Ran didn't get up, looked at her with deep eyes for a while, and then said: "You're welcome."

For the wife of his previous life, Mo Ran was actually disgusting from the bottom of his heart.This kind of nausea is not only after reincarnation, but it has been deeply rooted in the previous life and is indelible.

The previous few times they met, he had never met her face to face, so although he hated her, he was not as unhappy as today.

She is a soft and weak woman, and she always speaks softly when she does things and speaks.She is like the green fruit on the tree in early autumn, hidden behind the lush leaves, the smell is not as fragrant as the flowers, and the color is not compelling, but it is very lovable, and the slender and full body contains endless desires Sentimental and tender, it seems that you can taste the sweet and sour taste of the juice with a light bite.

Only when you gnaw it deep, you will find a rotten and smelly worm lying inside, dead in the core, with pus and moldy spots on the worm's body.

Indeed, compared to him, Song Qiutong didn't seem to have done any heinous things in his previous life.It was nothing more than betraying the Confucian school that saved her life.It was nothing more than when Mo Ran slaughtered the city, he paid Ye Wangxi to protect himself.It is nothing more than that, when Linyi's corpse mountain was full of blood, she was overjoyed by the reward of Mo Ran, wearing gold and silver, dressing herself up beautifully, and carefully serving the new master.

It was nothing more than that, after the massacre was over, she expressed her sincerity by crying in front of Ye Wangxi's corpse who would never speak again, saying that Ye Wangxi treated her badly and never gave her a good day, if it wasn't Mo Ran is here, I am afraid that she will be a cow and a horse for the surname Ye for the rest of her life.

anything else?

Mo Ran thought silently.

what else?

Nangong Si is impatient, some dishes were not served, so he urged them to go.So only the husband and wife from the previous life remained in the wing room.

"Mr. Mo, I offer you a toast." She generously poured wine for him, with half of her forearm protruding from her sleeve, and there was a little bright red cinnabar on her wrist.

Unexpectedly, Mo Ran raised his hand and strangled her wrist.

She let out a soft sigh, raised her eyes, and looked at him in panic, her eyes were as soft as green onions with water: "Mr. Mo, you are..."

Mo Ran stared at her face, looked at her for a while, his eyes dropped, and stopped on her slender hands with jade fingers.

"What a pair of good players." For a long time, he said softly, with a stern expression, "Can Miss Song know how to play chess?"

"Slightly, slightly understand a thing or two."

"With such good hands, they should be able to play a good game of chess." He said coldly.Nangong Si's footsteps could be heard outside, as well as his domesticated wolfhound barking at the door.

"Excuse me." Mo Ran loosened Song Qiutong's slender wrist, then took a handkerchief, and wiped his fingers carefully.

Outside, the sun shines on the dragon light, and here is a spring night banquet.

Mo Ran looked as usual, as if nothing had happened.Although Song Qiutong was despised for no reason, she was always able to bear it. During the banquet, she got up and poured wine for Mo Ran.

He didn't drink the wine she poured out, so he never touched the glass again.

Nangong Si said: "Brother Mo, the Lingshan Conference will be held soon. You are Master Chu's apprentice anyway, so you can't make him lose face. Are you ready?"

"I dont go."

"...You're not serious, are you?"

"Really." Mo Ran laughed, "It's enough for my cousin to go. All the sects in the world are rushing to Lingshan. I'm afraid of the excitement and don't want to go."

Nangong Si didn't seem to believe it at all, he squinted his brown eyes, his expression was like a falcon that could see through the fire.

But the ink burned a pair of scorpions, and looked at him without reservation.

The eagle stared at the rock for a while, and found that the rock was really just a rock, not hiding a cunning rabbit or a slippery snake.

He leaned back in the chair, turned his chopsticks, and suddenly grinned: "It's interesting, so I won't be able to see you at the Lingshan Conference?"

"Can't see me anymore."

Nan Gongsi raised his forehead with his hands, and sneered, "Master Chu's apprentices are amazing, so it's not uncommon to participate in such a grand event."

"..."

Mo Ran Xindao, this is really hard to say, how to explain?Could it be that you tell Nangong Si that this is not the case, that he is a swindler in his 30s, who asked Ta Xianjun to fight with a group of fledgling children, and sit on the stage again, who were killed and beaten by him in his previous life The head of the group, this group of heads will also hold a small sign for him and give him a small score.

...just nonsense.

Coughing, he said: "It's not that I don't care about participating, but I'm not good at orthodox techniques, and I don't have a solid knowledge of them. If I go, I'm afraid I'll embarrass my master. Mr. Nangong is so good at it, so he should have his own capital. Stop laughing at me."

This remark made Xue Meng, a naive young bird, probably be very happy after hearing this, and felt that Mo Ran had touched the right hair, but Nangong Si was in the Confucianism sect with intricate factions, and had no mother since childhood.In fact, life is not so simple, so after listening to Mo Ran's compliment, I just smiled, and I didn't know it.

He gulped down a few sips of wine, his Adam's apple rolled, then wiped his sleeve with his sleeve, and said, "Since Mr. Mo is not participating, the onlookers will know, why don't you guess who will be the leader of this conference?"

"..." Mo Ran thought to himself, you fucking asked the right person.

Who else knows better than him who will win?Except for the fake Gouchen who was also very likely to be reborn, of course Mo Weiyu was the only one left in the world who knew the outcome of the sword debate in Lingshan back then.

The winner is...

"Nangongsi."

Suddenly the beaded curtain of the box was brushed aside, and in the uncertain halo of light, half of a face shrouded in shadow was calm.The two men in the room hadn't responded yet, but Song Qiutong stood up suddenly, as if being pricked by a needle, with pitiful panic on his face, bowed his head and apologized: "Ye, Mr. Ye."

The visitor was tall and straight, dressed in black clothes embroidered with dark gold, with wrist guards tied, and his waist was extremely thin.The eyebrows are three points beautiful, seven points handsome, who is it not Ye Wangxi?

"I didn't call you." Ye Wangxi didn't even look at her. He blocked the bead curtain and walked into the room. His gaze stayed on the same person all the time, looking very cold, but there were other streams of light shining, "Nangong Si, I am calling you. If you hear it, raise your head."

Nangong Si didn't look up, but said to Song Qiutong: "Why are you standing up? Sit down."

"No, Mr. Nangong, I'm humble, so I'll just stand."

Nangong Si was suddenly furious and shouted, "Sit down!"

Song Qiutong flinched, leaning on the table, hesitating.

Ye Wangxi didn't want to be so stiff, and said coldly: "You listen to him."

"Thank you, Mr. Ye..."

Ye Wangxi ignored Song Qiutong, but said: "Nangong Si, how long are you going to make trouble? The head is mad with anger. Get up and go back with me."

"That's the best. I'll treat him as crazy, and he'll treat me as dead! There's nothing to talk about when I go back, and I won't go back to Confucianism before he withdraws his life." Nangong Si paused every word. , "Ye, Gong, Zi, please come back."

"You—" Ye Wangxi clenched his hands into fists, and his whole body was trembling slightly. Mo Ran looked at him and felt that he seemed to be kicking over a table of banquets at any time, picking up Nangong Si and pulling him away, but Ye Wangxi After all, Xi was a gentleman, yet he forcibly suppressed that monstrous anger.

"Nangong Si." He was silent for a while, and then he spoke, his voice was hoarse, with some exhaustion running counter to his upright face, "Are you really going to do this?"

"So what?"

Ye Wangxi closed his eyes, sighed indistinctly, and then slowly opened them again.He stood in front of the table, and finally turned his head to look at Mo Ran.

It is said that family ugliness should not be publicized, and of course I don’t want others to know about the affairs of the sect. Mo Ran stood up wisely, saluted Ye Wangxi, and said: "I just remembered that I also made an appointment to go to the clothing store to pick up the clothes at night. Clothes, it’s late and the shopkeeper has to wait for a long time, so let’s go first.”

Ye Wangxi nodded to him: "Thank you, Mr. Mo."

"No thanks, no thanks, you guys have a good chat."

Mo Ran walked past Ye Wangxi, and when he was shoulder to shoulder with him, he glanced at him intentionally or unintentionally.When he got closer, he realized that although Ye Wangxi was still as tall and straight as a pine and cypress, with a steady and deep demeanor, but his eyes were slightly red, as if he had just cried before he came.

Mo Ran suddenly felt that Ye Wangxi's forbearance was somewhat similar to Chu Wanning.

He couldn't help but turned around and said something to Nangong Si: "Mr. Nangong, although I don't know what entanglement you have with Mr. Ye, I think he treats you very well. If you want, just Have a good talk with him, don't hide and say something."

But Nangong Si didn't appreciate it, he was angry and said coldly, "Don't worry about it."

"..." This short-lived ghost!

The ink burned away.Before he reached the downstairs, he heard Nangong Si's angry shout from the room, that young man like a wolf dog was tearing Ye Wangxi's soul with his fangs and sharp teeth.He's questioning him—

"Ye Wangxi! What kind of ecstasy soup did you pour into my father? Let him see you as more important than me!! Go back? Why should I go back with you? From childhood to adulthood, what can I decide for myself? Ah? Ye Wangxi, let me ask you, what on earth...what do you think of me!!"

With a bang, the table fell down, and the dishes and cups crackled all over the floor.

The maids standing in the aisle were all terrified, and some guests poked their heads out from their compartments.

"what's wrong?"

"Oh, who is so violent, look at this posture, don't smash the restaurant."

Mo Ran pursed his lips, then looked back at the end of the aisle.

He heard Ye Wangxi's voice, shriveled and lifeless like autumn leaves.

"Nangong, if I make you unhappy at home, then I will go and never appear in front of you again."

"..."

"Go back." Ye Wangxi said, "Please."

If he hadn't heard it with his own ears, Mo Ran would never believe that a straight person like Ye Wangxi would say such a weak word as "begging".

In his impression, Ye Wangxi is an immovable gentleman and an invincible God of War. Mo Ran can imagine him bleeding, but he can't imagine him crying. He can imagine his death, but he can't imagine him kneeling.

But today, he actually said to a man in front of Song Qiutong in a restaurant, please.

Mo Ran closed his eyes.

A person lives a lifetime, how many things are unknown?

No one is naked in front of others.People hide their bodies with clothes, and their emotions with words and expressions.People wrapped themselves up heavily, their necks protruded out with their heads held up like flower branches, and all of them gave the world a face with clear faces of joy and anger, those who sang Tsing Yi sang Tsing Yi, those who sang Xiaosheng sang Xiaosheng, the world was like a play, and the end of life was pure and clear. Ugly, clear what to do.

It's been a long time since I've been singing, who can accept a pull of the water sleeve, a hook of the phoenix's eyes, and start singing Dan?

But when the cymbals stopped, the yueqin was silent, and the night was quiet, everyone washed off the heavy oil paint, and the greasy water stains took away the sharp-edged faces in the daytime, revealing strange facial features.

It turns out that Hua Dan is a heroic man, and Wu Sheng has a pair of gentle eyes.

Mo Ran returned to the hut where he temporarily lived. He was thinking, how much has he seen all living beings after living two lifetimes?How clear have you seen yourself again?

A Chu WanNing, let his heart live and die, die and come back to life, Chu WanNing...

So he remembered that today Nangong Si actually mistook him for Chu Wanning, which was a little funny, how could it be wrong.

But when he was washing up, he suddenly found the man in the bronze mirror with a high ponytail and a simple white warlock robe.

The ponytail was randomly tied in the morning, and the warlock robe was because the old clothes were a little smaller a few days ago. He went to the shop to pick out clothes, and after looking around, he found a beautiful white dress. He didn't think too much about it. Why do I think this dress is beautiful, so I bought it and put it on my body.

Looking in the mirror, he suddenly understood.

It turns out that this white dress is so similar to the one that Chu Wanning once had.

The bronze mirror is dim, and the previous life is like a dream. Mo Ran looks at the person in the mirror, as if through the heavy color of this dream, he sees the fragments of Chu Wanning and his phantom.

The wash water hadn't been wiped dry, and it dripped down the line of the chin that was gradually hardening.

Standing in front of the mirror, he somewhat understood, just as his night tour god was poorly imitating Chu Wanning's night tour god, and he was also poorly imitating his master.

Mo Ran subconsciously looked for Chu Wanning's figure in the world of mortals, but he couldn't find it, and he slowly became him.

-

Time flies.I'm out of remorse, or whatever.

I can't see you, thinking about what you would do if you encountered such a thing.You smile at what you see and get annoyed at what you see.

I think of you before everything I do and want to make you happy when I do everything.

I thought, "If you were here, would you nod if I did this? Would you be willing to give me a little compliment and say that I did nothing wrong?"

I think this way every day, buried in the bone marrow, and it has become a habit.So later on, even I didn't realize it myself.

It turns out that time flies, and I have already lived in my mind, what you look like.