The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

Lonely moon night.

The monks who escaped from Jiaoshan pulled out the core worms and bandaged the wounds under the treatment of the disciples of the Medicine Sect.But no matter how hard it is to get rid of the decadent atmosphere, there is a lifeless smell in the air.

Xue Meng sat on the beach of Linling Island. He put the Dragon City machete on his lap and watched the tide rise and fall, rising and falling.

Suddenly there was the sound of footsteps behind him, and he turned his head suddenly, his eyes were round and full of ardent hope, but after seeing the person coming, he was immediately disappointed, and turned his gaze to the vast sea again.

Mei Hanxue sat down beside him.

"Your father received a summons and went back to the peak of death and life beforehand. He left in a hurry, let me come over and tell you."

"..."

"Both your father and you seem to be in a bad mood."

"Go away if you know."

Mei Hanxue didn't roll, and threw him a sheepskin pot: "Drink?"

Xue Meng looked back angrily, like a hedgehog with a sharp needle: "Drink your head! I'm not that depraved!"

Mei Hanxue smiled, her golden soft hair looked very gentle in the sea breeze, his eyes were like light-colored jasper, and like two pools of green water, with residual flowers falling.

"It's just drinking, how come you have fallen." Mei Hanxue raised her hand, stroked the broken hair on her sideburns, and the silver bell tied to her wrist, "I heard that people are not allowed to fuck at the top of death and life, but if you buy drunk It's okay."

"..."

"I heard that Chu Xianjun loves Lihuabai very much. You are his apprentice, how can you not learn half of his strength?"

Xue Meng glared at him fiercely, and opened his mouth as if he wanted to scold something, but in the end he didn't scold anything, grabbed the wine bag and untied it, and took a big sip.

"It's so heroic. This is the shochu from the Snow Palace, the taste is the most—"

"Pfft!" The proud young master Xue spit out half a mouthful, with a blue face, "cough cough cough cough cough!!!"

"..." Mei Hanxue pursed her lips, seeming a little surprised, "Aren't you allowed to drink?"

Xue Meng couldn't bear it, pushed away his hand trying to get back the wine bag, raised his head and took another sip, this time it was more powerful, and after swallowing it, he turned his head and spit it out with a "wow".

Mei Hanxue was at a loss for what to do: "I don't know about you... Forget it, stop drinking."

"Go away!"

"Give me the flagon."

"Get lost!" Under Xue Meng's anxiety, he stared at Mei Hanxue angrily, "If you tell me to drink, I will drink, if you tell me to stop, I will stop, what about my face? Shame on me ?”

As he spoke, he patted his cheek vigorously, and he was already a little drunk.

There was a rumor at the pinnacle of life and death: Master Chu would not be drunk with a thousand cups, but Young Master Xue would be poured down with a cup.

Mei Hanxue is not a person at the peak of life and death, so naturally she doesn't know this sentence, and if she knows it, she won't pour him with spirits.

After Xue Meng vomited, he held the wine bag and drank again. This time he took four or five sips before taking a sharp breath, and then his face became even uglier.

Mei Hanxue immediately took back the wine bag, frowned and said: "Stop drinking, go back and rest, you have been blowing the sea breeze alone for a long time."

But Xue Meng said stubbornly: "I want to wait for someone to come back."

"..."

"I...I..." Xue Meng stared at him straight, stared for a while, and suddenly burst into tears, "You don't understand, you don't understand, I wait for my brother, I wait for my master, I wait for my master Ambiguous...do you know? Four people, one less is not right, and one less is not what it used to be..."

Mei Hanxue knows how to comfort women.

It's nothing more than taking over to say a few words of self-esteem, making promises to eachother, prescribing the right medicine, and curing the disease when the medicine arrives.

But he never comforted the man.

Xue Meng didn't need comfort either, he just held back for a long time, and when the alcohol came up, he finally broke the embankment, he just wanted to vent.

"Four people, I'm the only one left, and now I'm the only one left—I feel bad. Damn, do you understand?!"

Mei Hanxue sighed and said, "I understand."

"You are a liar, you know there are ghosts." Xue Meng cried, and suddenly buried his head in wailing. He held the Dragon City Knife tightly, like holding the last dead wood, a piece of floating grass.

The liar didn't know how to persuade him, so he said again: "Well, I don't understand."

"Heartless dog, why don't you understand?!" There is no reason to talk to the drunkard, Xue Meng raised his face and stared at him fiercely, with tearful eyes but full of anger, "What do you not understand? ? Isn’t it easy to understand?”

He stretched out his fingers: "Four!!"

Remove one, remove another, and when the third one is removed, he collapses again, as if the third finger is his tear duct, Xue Meng said: "There is one left, and I have one left. You understand ?"

Mei Hanxue: "..."

He didn't want to be a liar, and he didn't want to be a heartless dog, so he couldn't answer whether he knew or didn't understand, so he simply didn't speak.

Xue Meng stared at him for a while, then turned his head: "Ouch——!!!!"

The most is Mrs. Merry Mei. In the past, others would stare at his face like a nymphomaniac. This is the first one. After staring at him for a while, he actually threw up.

Mei Hanxue had a slight headache: "What's the matter with you? When I was a child, I gave you Houttuynia cordata, and you vomited. When I grew up, I gave you Kunlun wine, and you vomited again. It's really harder to serve than a girl. "

He looked at the man who bent over and vomited until he couldn't even breathe, his light blue eyes were full of helplessness: "Okay, after scolding and vomiting, go back and rest. Your brother is fine, you Neither the master nor your friends would like to see you like this."

He said, got up and helped Xue Meng.

Xue Meng probably felt a little weak when he vomited, his feet were floating, and he never tried to break away from others holding his arm.

Mei Hanxue took him across the long coast and entered through the back door of Gu Yue Ye, preparing to send him into the house to rest.

But before entering the flower hall, Mei Hanxue instantly felt a strong killing intent in the air.

He suddenly strangled Xue Meng, and the two of them immediately hid behind the corridor. Xue Meng was caught off guard and said "uh", but Mei Hanxue tightly covered his mouth.

"Don't say anything."

"Hands... take your hands away... I... want to vomit..." I can barely hear the humming.

Mei Hanxue said: "Swallow it."

Xue Meng: "..."

Afraid that the drunk would cause any trouble, Mei Hanxue raised her hand on Xue Meng's lips and cast a silence spell, then he turned his face sideways, his pupils turned, and looked into the flower hall.

The scene in front of him shocked him instantly.

——Ink burning? !

At this time, most of the sect masters and elders had already returned to their respective sects. Jiaoshan had changed dramatically, and they urgently needed to strengthen the barriers in their respective territories.

But Gu Yueye still left many injured monks, and they were all gathered in the flower hall at the moment, staring at the man standing in the center of the flower hall with horror on their faces.

"Tsk tsk." Mo Ran wore a black-gold ground-length cloak, squinted his eyes, and looked around, "Look at these familiar faces. I can't think of seeing you standing here alive and well after so many years."

Someone plucked up the courage and shouted at him: "Mo, Mo Weiyu! Why are you going crazy all of a sudden!! Are you being haunted?!"

"Crazy?" Mo Ran lightly opened his thin lips, and sneered, "Talking to me like this, you are the one who is crazy."

After saying that, everyone saw a flash of black light, and the man stood still, a stream of blood gushing out from his chest, soaring straight to the top of the sky.

"Kill, kill!"

"Mo Ran, what did you do?!"

Someone even shouted heart-rendingly: "Quick, go to head Jiang! Go to head Jiang!"

"Oh?" Mo Ran raised his eyes slowly, "Master Jiang, Jiang Xi?"

"..."

"The level of this person is good. Among the people I have killed, it is always no problem to rank in the top ten."

"What the hell are you talking about?!"

Mei Hanxue also felt that something was wrong. This was not the Mo Zongshi he had seen at all. This man was full of resentment, and his whole body was full of evil spirits.

But no matter how you look at it, it looks exactly the same as Mo Ran, and the voice is exactly the same - who can completely reproduce the appearance and tone of another person in such a short period of time?

In the flower hall, the elder Gu Yueye said: "Master Mo, I'm afraid you have been cursed by the dragon of Jiaoshan, please sit down first and wait for the old man to give you a pulse..."

He was interrupted before he finished speaking.

"What do you mean?" Mo Ran narrowed his eyes, "Old man, beat around the bush, calling me sick?"

Elder: "..."

"Since you want to cure the disease so much, I will help you. There are no patients in the world, and doctors who starve to death, I understand this truth." He said, and the black shadow looted, and the flower hall screamed again and again, blood spattered everywhere.

When Mo Ran flicked his black robe and calmly returned to the center of the hall, standing on the dark red Du Ruo pattern carpet, the whole hall was full of missing arms, broken legs and broken legs, and some people were even more miserable. He took out his heart, liver, spleen and stomach, and died suddenly.

The ink burned and looked at the elder who had fallen to the ground, and said, "How about it, are you happy to send so many patients to you for treatment?"

"Ink... Mo Weiyu..."

"Good luck with the opening, Gong Xi Fa Cai." Mo Ran showed his face and smiled, and then walked out among the group of corpses that were either rolling on the ground or dying, "Oh, yes."

When he was in front of the hall, he turned his face and said to those people: "I almost forgot to say that the upper cultivator world has been eating and waiting to die for hundreds of years, remember to tell your branch branch—sooner or later, this seat will send the upper cultivator All sects in the world have been razed to the ground."

The stubborn person hoarsely said: "Mo Ran, you have no seeds! You only dare to come to the flower hall where the seriously injured monks are treated, and you are simply afraid of meeting other leaders!"

"Afraid of them?" Mo Ran squinted his eyes, "Even if you join hands again, the army is overwhelming. As long as I don't want to die, who of you can hurt me?"

"Mo Ran, are you crazy?! Are you and Hua Binan in the same group?! You, what do you want to do?!"

Mo Ran's dimples were deep, and his eyes were shining through. After a while, he said slowly: "...you ask me what I want?"

A strange light seemed to flash across his handsome face, and then he closed his eyes.

"I don't even know what I want. In short, no one in this world can give it to me, and no one can make me happy anymore." He said lightly, "I have been walking dead for so many years, and I have no desires. Please. But if you have to ask one—"

He smiled suddenly.

Opening the eyelids, there seemed to be a scarlet luster in the black pupils.

"Watch you die."

The audience was stunned.Mo Ran glanced at the pale faces, couldn't help it anymore, and laughed out loud: "I haven't seen such an interesting scene for a long time, it's very lively."

"Mo Ran...you are really crazy..."

"You've said this for the second time." Suddenly the smile tightened, and there was only a loud bang!In the blink of an eye, Mo Ran had rushed behind that person like lightning, and slapped it down with one hand, and his brains were splashed in an instant! !

"what--!"

Amidst the screams, Mo Ran lifted up the handsome face splattered with blood, revealing a pair of extremely strange, extremely beastly eyes, and passed by the crowd like sparrows.

"If I don't go crazy, I'm afraid I've blown Your Excellency's kindness."

The man he called your lord was shattered, blood dripped all over his face, but Mo Ran didn't even bother to take a look, as if he had eaten an ordinary meal, he looked around calmly and coldly with everyone.

"Okay, enough fools have been killed today." He smiled slowly again, and casually pushed and kicked the corpse aside, "Man, it's always boring to kill once. It's too much to die. At this time, I am lonely again. Let you live for a few days."

After a pause, he continued: "When did my hands itch, and when will I smash my head to play."

Amid the bloodstains, he walked out of the hall slowly, and when he came to the door, he looked sideways again: "Before then, remember to save your heads."

After saying that, he laughed loudly, wrapped his cloak around it, and suddenly swept the eaves on the ground, and his figure quickly disappeared behind the bucket arch.

Three days later.

In the stone room of Longxue Mountain, Mo Ran and Chu Wanning were still unconscious due to the influence of the spell.But the censer suddenly rattled, black smoke and blood poured out of it, and then a piercing shrill scream came out of it, echoing in the cave.

Mo Ran opened his eyes suddenly and woke up.

There is no pain in the heart, and there is no injury. The mysterious thin smoke that was connected between him and Chu Wanning before has also dissipated.

"Master!"

He got up immediately, but suddenly saw a third person entered the cave at some time.

The man stood in front of the stone table with his back to him, and was carefully looking at the burnt incense burner. His figure was slender and handsome, and he was indescribably good-looking.He lifted the stove cover, and a slender white hand took out a thousand-petal exotic flower from inside, held it in his palm and looked at it.

"It's really completely destroyed." He said softly, and then with two fingers, he crushed the black flower into powder.

Immediately, there was a ray of white brilliance rising from the ashes, and the man looked at the white light with his hands behind his back, feeling a little grateful: "Well, fortunately, when I refined this flower, a piece of my own soul was melted in it. It wasn't that piece of soul that showed me the way, it's really not easy to find this cave in this vast world."

The white light seemed to understand his words, and slowly circled around the man, but the color became lighter and weaker, and finally disappeared completely.

The ink burned hoarsely: "You are..."

Hearing the movement, the man put down the smoker and sighed: "Are you awake?"

"who are you?"

The man said lightly, "Who else do you think I am?"

His voice sounded very familiar, but Mo Ran had just woken up, and his consciousness was still a little drowsy, as if he had had a dream for thousands of years, but he didn't react for a while.

Who could this person be?

Listening to what he just said, it seems to be related to that mysterious black flower. Refining flowers and plants Gu worms is what Gu Yueye is best at... is it... Hua Binan?

Thinking of Hua Binan, he immediately thought of Shi Mei, and Mo Ran suddenly felt a hatred, but before he could speak, the man turned around.

The light and shadow in the cave were dim, but when the man turned his face, the room was filled with light in an instant, he was really beautiful.

This person's long hair, which is accustomed to letting it fall, is now tied high up, and a one-character scarf embroidered with fine patterns is placed squarely in front of his forehead. His mental outlook is very different, and he no longer has the slightest weakness , a pair of peach blossom eyes full of emotion, clear and clear.

It is such a beauty, but the ink burns like a thunderbolt, and the two words come out in horror, like a sharp arrow piercing the dead silence:

"Teacher?!"

The one who came was Shi Mo... The one who came was actually Shi Mo! !

This handsome and handsome man stroked his broken hair at the side of his temples, and said lightly: "Ah Ran, are you so surprised to see me?"

The blood flow hits the periosteum, the brain is buzzing, Mo Ran's brain can't turn around at all, and it's impossible to guess why the teacher suddenly appeared here, and why it is such a strange expression.

His whole body was frozen, and all kinds of words were stuck in his throat. In the end, he hesitated, but the first thing he said was: "...your eyes..."

"No injury." Shi Yan smiled and walked towards Mo Ran, "I came to see the person I yearn for. If I am blind and ugly, who will like me?"

"..."

Mo Ran slowly regained his senses from his joking demeanor, but he couldn't speak for a while, his astonishment was like a black cloud over the city, and his mind went blank for a moment.

"You...how could it be you...the Holy Hand of Frost Scales!!"

Anger suddenly surged in my heart.

At this moment, Mo Ran finally understood the feelings of Xue Meng in his previous life. There is nothing more painful than being betrayed and calculated by an old friend who gets along day and night.

"Where is the Holy Hand of Cold Scales!!!"

"Oh, him." The teacher smiled, "The future will be long, don't rush to explain."

He said, moving forward step by step until he was close to Mo Ran.

The teacher smiled and said: "Compared to talking about the cold scale master, after such a big twists and turns, I still want to have a heart-to-heart talk with the person I admire first."

Mo Ran was extremely angry and chilled, and his face became more and more blue: "There is nothing to talk about between you and me."

The handsome and gentle man chuckled: "Huh?" His eyes were soft and greasy like haze, staring at Mo Ran's face: "...You and I have different tempers, there is really nothing to talk about."

As he said, he walked past Mo Ran and walked up to Chu Wanning.Before Mo Ran could react, Shi Mo stretched out a delicate and long hand gently, and lowered his head to touch Chu Wanning's cheek.

"..." Mo Ran was at a loss in his mind, and still didn't understand the meaning of this move.

The teacher stared at Chu Wanning, and said softly as if there was no one else present: "Master, did that reckless man hurt you? It's so pitiful... But then again, are you going to restore your memory?"

The onion-like fingertips touched the lower lip of the sleeping man, Shi Mei narrowed his eyes, his beauty was still there, but it was like poisonous wine.

"It's good to recover your memory. I still can't figure out the reason for some of the hands and feet you moved back then. When you wake up, we can still ask each other for advice."

He paused, then smiled and said: "In your previous life, you did all the tricks, cheated the world, and bullied your disciples so badly. If it were someone else, you would die a hundred times if you tortured me like this, but if you fight against me, I will still I love you and love you."

He said, glanced at Mo Ran, and then leaned over and kissed Chu Wanning's cheek, and sighed: "Who made me like you. My good master."