The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

Mo Ran didn't answer, or couldn't answer, he stepped forward and hugged Chu Wanning involuntarily.

"……What’s wrong with you?"

In his arms were cool clothes and a warm body.

"Why are you crying?"

He doesn't know, dream, real?

He doesn't know anymore, but in the red lotus water pavilion, there is no Chu Wanning's cold lying body. His master is still alive, and he is still worried that the joints of Ye Youshen are not flexible enough, and he is considering whether to apply tung oil or varnish.

That seems to be enough.

He was so addicted to it for a moment that he didn't want to wake up again.

He and Chu Wanning finished the mecha man together, it was already late, so he took Chu Wanning back to the room, just like the previous life, lingering with him, ear-to-ear.

Chu Wanning in the dream is not so docile, he always has this kind of ruthlessness, and he can't let it go.

Even when she is extremely happy between the sheets, she often bites her lower lip when she vents, her phoenix eyes are filled with moisture, but she doesn't make a sound, just panting heavily and uncontrollably.

The candle is not extinguished, and the Rongrong lantern reflects the face of the person under him. Mo Ran stares at his bewildered appearance almost obsessively. He stares at Chu Wanning's facial features, eyebrows and eyes, staring at Chu Wanning's black eyes , eyes soaked in the shadow of candles.

The candle shadow flickered, like petals falling in a deep pool.

When the ink burned rhythmically, the petals swayed and floated in the pool water, and the ripples opened up, and finally moist water vapor slipped from the end of Chu Wanning's eyes and was kissed by the ink.

He understands what kind of person Chu Wanning is. If he doesn't use love medicine, it will be difficult to climax in love. His self-control is so good that it is regrettable.

But so what?

The tears are uncontrollable, as is the shortness of breath, it doesn't matter if you don't scream, watching him being fucked until he cries, his face is flushed, his eyes are lost, his strong chest can't stop heaving, and he's panting again and again, it's also very good.

It was a beautiful night, and it was only at Yinshi that they hugged each other and went to sleep.

Mo Ran hugged the people in his arms tightly, both of them were sweaty, their hot and humid bodies pressed against their hot and humid bodies, and even the hair on their temples had stuck to their cheeks.

He kissed Chu Wanning's earlobe and neck tenderly and lingeringly, holding him tighter in his arms.

"That's fine, Master, now that you're by my side, that's fine."

He fell asleep.

He opened his eyes and realized that Chu Wanning was no longer beside his couch.

"Master?!"

He sat up suddenly.

Then he saw Chu Wanning standing by the half-open window, it was already dawn, and it was raining lightly outside the window.

Mo Ran breathed a sigh of relief, and he reached out to him: "Master, come here..."

But Chu Wanning didn't move, he was dressed very neatly, white clothes like snow, quietly looking at the man on the bed.Mo Ran stared at him, and suddenly a strong uneasiness rose from his heart.

Chu WanNing said to him: "Mo Ran, I should go."

"Let's go?" He was stunned, the mattress was still hot, there was broken hair on the pillow, and there was a touch of obscenity, but Chu Wanning stood in front of him, but it seemed that there was a distance between a lake and a sea, so Shudan, the ink burned anxiously, "Where are you going? This is the Red Lotus Water Pavilion, which is your home. We are already at home, where are you going?"

Chu WanNing shook his head. He turned his face and looked at the paleness that gradually appeared outside the window. He said, "There is no time, the sky is about to dawn."

"Wan Ning!!"

Just a wink.

The house was empty, and there was nothing left.

He hurriedly got up from the bed and put on his clothes, and he didn't care about putting on his shoes and socks, so he staggered and rushed out the door.

The wind blew away overnight, thousands of points of snow drifted away, most of the brilliant crabapple flowers were knocked down last night, and the remaining flowers covered the steps, tables and chairs, and on the stone table was a finished nocturnal god, metal gloves and files It was thrown aside, as if Chu Wanning had just left, as if Chu Wanning would come back at any time.

"Wan Ning? Wan Ning!"

He frantically ran around the red lotus water pavilion, looking for it, but he kept avoiding the lotus pond. Subconsciously, he didn't dare to go to the lotus pond, he didn't dare to go...

But he finally walked over in a daze.

Barefoot, stepping on the cold bluestone road.

He stopped conveniently at a place far away from the lotus pond. From his pale toes all the way up, the last thing he could see was a pale face.

He opened his eyes wide in a daze, and he saw the man lying in the lotus pond in the distance, which was the same as what he would see almost every day in the last two years before his death in his previous life.

Lying deep in the lotus root, the body has never decayed, and the clothes are clean, what is the difference from when I was alive?

……What's the difference! ! !

He walked over step by step.

Nearly.

closer.

As long as he went further, he could come to the edge of the pool, and he could see every eyelash clearly. Behind him, his sword eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and his phoenix eyes were no longer open.

But he knelt down hesitantly.

Kneeling on the stone slab, he knelt and curled up, trembling and trembling for a long time, he suddenly thought of the fairy medicine that Mr. Liu gave him, the fairy medicine that could bring the dead back to life, so he was ecstatic, his fingers and claws trembled ferociously , rummaging through the Qiankun bag, he took out the contents one by one.

"Fairy medicine... fairy medicine... I want the fairy medicine that can bring the dead back to life... where is the fairy medicine!!! where is the fairy medicine?!!!"

He dug out everything, turned the whole Qiankun bag upside down, and refused to touch even the gaps between the needles and threads.

But no.

The elixir is gone, the elixir is not in it.

Or maybe it was just a dream that he bumped into Mr. Liu and got the elixir?

No, these are all dreams, one after another...

He collapsed, his consciousness was chaotic and separated, he raised his hand in despair and rubbed his cheeks and eyelids, and he muttered: "No, there are... I clearly put in it... immortal medicine... there is a fairy medicine ...some...some..."

He searched frantically again, just kneeling in front of Chu Wanning's body and searching hysterically, his eyes were filled with terrifying light, but his voice became more and more choked, more and more desperate, he finally bowed down burst into tears.

"I put it in, I put it in!!"

He brushed away the scattered debris in front of him with a palm, and countless jingling porcelain bottles rolled down and even shattered. He knelt and crawled forward amidst the broken pieces, and the pieces stuck into his fleshy knees He didn't care, he crawled towards the man lying in the lotus pond.

He finally carried him out of the pool, holding the cold body tightly in his arms.

——That was something he had always wanted to do in his previous life, but had never done it.

He was holding Chu Wanning's body, the drizzle was still lingering, the sky was brightening layer by layer, but it had nothing to do with them, he was crying while holding Chu Wanning's body, he pressed his cheek, Kissing the bridge of his nose, eyelashes, lips.

"Master... Please... justify me... Please..."

At that moment, his figure overlapped with the orphan who once crumbled and wailed holding his mother's rotting body on the mass grave, begging the gentleman passing by to bury him and his mother together.

That year, he was only five years old.A five-year-old child vowed never to see his loved ones again, his muscles and bones rotted in front of him and turned into mud.

In a blink of an eye, so many years have passed, and the 32-year-old Ta Xianjun hugged the corpse of his master, sometimes laughing wildly, and sometimes crying bitterly while touching the corpse.

It was a body that was indistinguishable from the one in life. He did it, and he was able to make the dead feel like a living person. There even seemed to be a faint color of blood under the skin of the corpse, as if he had fallen asleep peacefully.

This time he didn't beg anyone to bury him and Chu Wanning deeply.

But Ta Xianjun himself buried himself alive. On the day after Chu Wanning died, he drank a jar of Lihuabai, and every day after that, he lived in a tomb of the living dead called Honglian Waterside Pavilion. Here, drunk and dreaming.Since that day, he has buried himself.

"Master, please take care of me..."

"Ink burning!"

"You... justify me..."

He vaguely heard someone calling him, a familiar voice.It was dark again, so he grabbed a piece of driftwood like a man on the verge of drowning. Someone stretched out his hand to him. He choked up and held the person tightly, "Don't go, I won't do any evil or bad things. , I will never make you angry again..."

He grabbed the man's fingers and interlocked with him.

He smelled the faint fragrance of flowers, the aroma of crabapple.

"I have the elixir to bring the dead back to life, but I... I don't know why, I can't find it... I can't find it but can you not go, please..." He followed the Where the warm body was, he hugged that body, "Please, I'd rather..."

"I'd rather die than me."

"Ink burning! Wake up!"

But he couldn't wake up, the pain was deeper than the sea, he was drowning, he couldn't wake up.

His throat was choked, and he hugged the person who called him tightly, his eyelashes were moist: "I would rather be the one who died, Master..."

"Dog! What are you doing! Hey!"

Suddenly a person rushed over and grabbed him, and then there was chaos around him, someone poured a pool of cold water between his lips and teeth.

Mo Ran suddenly felt cold all over, and the water was as cold as a thousand years of ice, almost freezing his lungs.

He opened his eyes suddenly!

"..."

The first thing that came into view was Jiang Xi's gloomy face, holding a green jade bottle in his hand, obviously what was in the bottle was just filled for him.

"I……"

As soon as he opened his mouth, he found that his throat was hoarse, and he couldn't say more words for a while.

Then he looked around and found that he had returned to the ancestral hall Tiangong, his clothes were soaked in cold sweat, and the people around him looked at him strangely, especially Xue Meng, whose face was green and white for a while, very ugly.

I was lying on Chu Wanning's knees, with both hands tightly hugging Chu Wanning's waist. The solemn and respectful clothes that Chu Wanning originally wore had been pulled into a mess by him in his dream, and the edge of the outer robe was all slipped to the shoulder.

Ink burning: "..."

He didn't...he didn't say anything he shouldn't have said?

Chu Wanning's face was not good-looking, but he was somewhat calm, he said: "Why is a person running so fast?"

"Master, I... I just..."

"You are trapped." Jiang Xi put away the jade bottle, stood up again, and said with downcast eyes, "Take a break, what I feed you is Pomeng Hanshui, you will feel very cold, after a cup of tea or so Just fine."

Mo Ran hadn't recovered from the terrifying layers of dreams, his eyes were still a little confused, and after a long time, he murmured: "I'm in a nightmare?... But I've been very careful, and didn't No... I didn't notice any traces of spells..."

Jiang Xi's surly minions showed their sharp edges: "Spells? What kind of stupid things are that?"

Everyone present: "..."

"The most ruthless and invisible thing in the world, do you think it's magic?" The head of the medicine sect narrowed his eyes, fluttered his sleeves and said contemptuously, "It's outrageous. The most powerful thing in the world is medicine."

"In this heavenly palace, a kind of ecstasy was smoked in advance, called 'Nineteen Layers of Hell'. This kind of spice is colorless and odorless, but it can make people hallucinate and fall into the greatest fear of life." Jiang Xi said When I got here, I paused, and then looked at Mo Ran, "The greater the fear, the deeper the sinking. I have also rescued a few people who were haunted by the nineteenth floor of the prison before, and gave them four to five drops of broken dreams. Cold water, and they wake up—but do you know how much you drink?"

"……How many?"

Jiang Xi seemed a little displeased, and said: "Half a bottle. It is enough to save more than a hundred people before you can call your consciousness back.... I am actually a little curious, Master Mo, why are you so young at such a young age? Deep fear, what are you afraid of?"