The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

In the middle of the night, Chu Wanning woke up from a light sleep, Mo Ran had already got out of bed, and his clothes were already dressed properly.He was sitting at the table, lighting a single bean lamp, and was looking down at a pile of objects.

The uneasiness and helplessness before became so weak in the bean solitary lamp and the lingering aftertaste. Chu Wanning almost looked at him lazily for a while, and then said: "What are you doing?"

"Master is awake? Is the light too bright..."

"No." Chu Wanning asked again, "What are you doing?"

Mo Ran pursed his lips and smiled a little embarrassedly.

Chu night Ning got up, put on his robe, barefoot, walked to his side, leaned against the table and watched.It turned out that the handkerchief of Begonia was placed on the table, and Mo Ran took the other three plain white handkerchiefs, and was stabbing the patterns on them.

"Are you embroidering handkerchiefs?"

"...I think Master did it, just give it to me." Mo Ran put down his needle and thread, wrapped his arms around Chu Wanning's waist, leaned over, and kissed his chest.

Chu WanNing has a scar in his heart.

Chu Wanning never said the reason for this scar, so Mo Ran didn't ask much.

It's just that when skin-to-skin kisses, subconsciously, I often kiss here with pity.

Mo Ran said: "Other people's handkerchiefs, I will stab them. Anyway, they don't know who made it..." He said, picked up a handkerchief that had been embroidered, and asked with a smile, "Mr. Take a look, according to the thorn, does it look like yours?"

Chu Wanning sighed: "You don't need to look at it to know it."

How could this person be so possessive?

Chu Wanning touched Mo Ran's hair, and Mo Ran smiled and looked up at him.

The light was too dim, and the ink burned so much that the eyes hurt a little. When I raised my eyes, there were some bloodshot eyes, but the face and smile were gentle and brilliant.

Chu WanNing asked: "Do you still think about those who have something?"

The ink burned for a moment, and then whispered: "I don't want to."

"Well." Chu Wanning said, "That's good."

"Let's go with the flow..." This sentence, Mo Ran seems to say to himself, and it seems to say to Chu Wanning.

Let nature take its course.

There are too few days like this.

He, Mo Weiyu, is not a god, he is just a duckweed, no matter how small or how small, in the vast world of mortals.People are selfish. Give a person who is dying of thirst a glass of water, take a sip, and then ask that person to pour out the glass of water, and choose to die of thirst—this is really too difficult Yes, almost no one in the world can do it.

Mo Ran thought, drink a little more rain.

If I go to purgatory again in the future, it will not be so painful.

There is a clear past, which is enough to comfort the dryness of life.

On the second day, everyone gathered outside the villa and set off for Jiaoshan together.

The owner of the horse farm ordered his subordinates to prepare a fat and strong horse for everyone. There was a Qiankun bag embroidered with night cat patterns in front of the black and gold saddle. Xue Meng rode on the horseback and took a look at the bag. , Immediately wrinkled his nose in disgust.

Suddenly someone beside him chuckled: "The taste of the owner of the horse is really unflattering. It's fine to embroider a big-headed cat on the Qiankun bag, but also embroider the word 'horse' in red on the back, which is interesting."

Xue Meng turned around and saw Mei Hanxue riding on a tall white horse, and was playing with the bag.He raised his light blue eyes, and glanced at Xue Meng with a half-smile. The drop-shaped spar hanging on his forehead exuded a warm luster, flickering, making this face more charming.

Xue Meng gave him a white look, and whispered: "Scumbag."

The scum just smiled slightly, squinted his eyes, but he was not angry at all, instead he said: "Mr. Xue doesn't look very well today, did he not get enough sleep?"

"..."

"There is a blue halo under the eyes, and the Yintang is still black. I have some herbal ointment to calm the nerves and help sleep..."

"Mei Hanxue, are you free?" Xue Meng endured for a while, and found that he couldn't help it, and looked back angrily, "Treading Snow Palace expelled you from the teacher's door? What are you doing here at the summit of death and life?"

"My master asked me to come here." Mei Hanxue still smiled, "Give your father some hidden weapons he asked for yesterday."

"Then get out when you're done."

Mei Hanxue was still not angry, and said with a smile: "Well, let's get out of here."

"???"

Xue Meng simply felt that this person was sick. When he saw him a few times, he was either limp like a woman, or cold like a stone. Last time he bumped into him at the Confucianism Gate, he still pushed himself hard. Today Changing the good face of "you hit me on the left cheek, I will also send the right cheek", Xue Meng couldn't hold back anymore, he turned the bridle and stared at the extremely handsome man on the horseback.

"No, Mei Hanxue, I have no grudge against you, do I?"

"No."

"Then do I know you very well?"

Mei Hanxue smiled, but she didn't answer quickly, but the pair of light-colored eyes were condensed with light, and when the wind blew, his long golden hair fluttered under the hood. Even more gentle.

Xue Meng didn't really want to hear his answer, he frowned and said: "Get out immediately after sending the hidden weapon, you are going to hook up with people from other sects, I don't care, don't try to make a good relationship with me to fish in troubled waters, The little junior sisters who dirty my life and death."

"...Pfft." Mei Hanxue didn't hold back, she laughed out loud, but then she clenched her hands into fists, covered her lips with a light cough, looked at Xue Meng for a while, and said, "Okay."

He took the rein of the horse, and a silver bell was tied on his white wrist, and the wind blew, jingling.

Mei Hanxue smiled and looked sideways: "Let's go."

Xue Meng stared at him: "Go quickly? Do you want me to set off firecrackers for you?"

Mei Hanxue really left, stepped on the horse's hoof two steps, suddenly he remembered something, turned his head and said: "By the way, there is one more thing."

Xue Meng didn't want to listen, but Xue Meng was curious, so he asked angrily: "What?"

Mei Hanxue smiled slightly, and pointed a slender and white finger on her lips, holding a well-dressed, beastly and gentle scum, and whispered: "You are so hot."

Xue Meng's face instantly burst into green!

"You...you—you!!" He was completely disgusted. You waited for a long time, but you didn't come out for half of the text. This is the team in front of you. The team is ordering to gather and is ready to leave, Mei Han Xue waved to him with a smile, and rode away.

When Mo Ran rode to Xue Meng's side, Mei Hanxue had disappeared into the sea of ​​people, and Mo Ran saw Xue Meng slapping his chest in anger, retching again and again.

The ink burned for a moment: "...Did you eat something bad?"

"Uh-don't talk to me now, I'm so fucking early in the morning, I ate shit and I..."

Mo Ran: "...Although Bigu is very hungry, but you will not eat dog shit no matter how hungry..."

"Get out!!!" Xue Meng pushed Mo Ran's chest and pushed Mo Ran away with his people and horses. He was so angry that one Buddha ascended to heaven and two Buddhas Nirvana, and he yelled in the distance with a red neck and a thick neck, "Ouch— —! Shit! You're fucking hot!"

There was a lot of noise, thousands of people set off from Gushan and headed towards Jiaoshan.This scene is really very rare. After all, everyone usually goes out with swords. Even if a large team is assembled, they will arrive in a blink of an eye. It is rare for a group of monks to ride on horseback.

There are many people here who have not ridden a horse for such a long time. The first day was fine, but after that they couldn't bear it. Fortunately, the owner of the horse has everything in his Qiankun bag, refreshing pills, fragrant small Fans, and even a few books made of silk, printed with the prices and suitability of various novelty products in Taobao Mountain Villa.

Xue Meng stared at the owner of Ma Zhuang who was yelling under the shade of the tree when he was resting. The second richest man in the world was yelling happily and spared no effort: "My lords and lords, if you have any fancy goods, just tick them in the booklet." , I, Ma, will deliver the goods one by one to the home after I go back, refund within seven days, and exchange within fifteen days. When the immortal artifacts ordered by the gentlemen arrive, I will pay the two—”

There are quite a few people who really have nothing to do, and the Ma Zhuangzhu definitely did it on purpose. He only threw these booklets in such a big Qiankun bag, and wanted to see that there was nothing else.

After staring at it for a long time, there is always one or two that can touch your heart. Even Xue Meng couldn't help but write in "Suitable for all ages, light and beneficial, with excellent materials, and greatly increased spiritual power-Nanping Mountain Lingyan Bird's Nest Cake "A circle is drawn on it.

He finally knows how the "making money" that Mo Ran said is how to make money.

After traveling for seven days, the Ma Zhuangzhu made a lot of money, and everyone was a little tired. On the evening of this day, they finally arrived at the Panlong Mountains.

"The dragon has a proud bone, and the king respects it."

Xue Zhengyi looked at the huge rock standing in front of the Panlong Mountain Road, read the words on the rock, and turned around to ask Nangong Si: "Young Master Nangong, what do you mean?"

Nangong Si said: "It means that the rest of the journey must be done on foot, and from entering the mountain until the barrier of Jiaoshan is opened, one must not speak obscene language, otherwise you will be condemned by him."

Since Nangong Si gave such a warning, all the heads passed it on immediately.However, each sect has different methods of sending messages. The master of Treading Snow Palace picked up the jade flute on his waist and blew it twice. Master Xuan Jing shook the silver bell in his hand. Jiang Xi stood still. It was Hua Binan who sent the message for him. Hua Binan flicked his sleeves, and a cloud of black smoke gushed out from the sleeves. After a closer look, he found that it was not smoke, but thousands of small flying insects, which stopped one by one in the ears of Gu Yueye's disciple.

Xue Meng was so disgusted that he said: "The cold-scaled master is really perverted. Could it be that he is full of bugs?" Suddenly he remembered something, turned his head and said to the teacher: "Speaking of it, you went to Linling Island to study , haven’t been in contact with Hua Binan, have you? Don’t you play with bugs too, that’s enough for me to drink a pot.”

The teacher turned his head and smiled: "...Young Master is really worrying."

At this time, the peak of death and life also began to send messages, and other sects were more or less showing off their skills, but Xue Zhengyong shouted with amplifying skills:

"After entering the valley, don't swear or swear! If you can't control yourself, use a silencing spell to block your mouth in advance! Did you hear that?"

The loud voice echoed in the mountains and forests, the sound shook the forest trees, the sound suppressed the clouds, and the echoes curled up, endlessly——

"Did you hear it all? Did you hear it? Arrived??"

All monks: "..."

The author has something to say:

"Xue Meng is Straight"

Mei Hanxue: I have nothing to do with Xue Meng.

Jiang Xi: I have no chance with Xue Meng.

Mo Ran: I saw a ghost with Xue Meng.

Chu Wanning: I have no future with Xue Meng.

Teacher Mei: Who am I going to attack with Xue Meng?

Nangong Si: Xue Meng is not beautiful enough.

Xue Meng: ...Have you considered my feelings?