The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

The execution ground is solemn.The ink-burned spiritual core fragments were continuously pulled out and dug out.

Slice after slice.

He endured it relentlessly, endured it ruthlessly, paying for the crime is one thing, showing weakness is another, he doesn't want to call for pain in front of Mu Yanli, he is like a rock.

The pain is too deep, the sea of ​​bitterness is ups and downs.

Suddenly, I was shocked to hear a sound, which exploded in my head like a spring thunder.

"Ink burning!"

Impossible, how is it possible?

How could it be him……

It must be because I am in too much pain, have hallucinations in my heart, and my mind is blurred.

"Ink burning!!"

There was a commotion around, it seemed that someone was screaming and yelling, there was a strong wind in the sky, and Mu Yanli's hand also stopped.

Mo Ran trembled and tried his best to raise his head——

He saw his god galloping on a dragon, swooping down from the sky.

When he saw his god's white clothes stretched out, he looked like a banished fairy.

As he got closer, the face next to the towering dragon horn became clear, and Mo Ran's heart suddenly throbbed, which hurt him more than stabbing him with a knife.

He saw his god crying, Chu Wanning... crying.

"Master...respect..."

The wound in the chest was bleeding, and the ink burned and struggled, and the rings were ringing.

Chu Wanning jumped off the giant dragon, and the moment it landed in front of the enchantment of the execution platform, the paper candle dragon turned into a dazzling golden light and returned to the spell.

"Yuheng!"

"Master!"

"Elder Yuheng!"

Everyone in the stands at the Peak of Death and Life stood up, and people from the other sects also jumped up, even the civilians were shocked: "Is this the rumored Big Dipper Immortal?"

"It's the master of Mo Ran!"

"Didn't they say it was a clean break?"

Chu Wanning's eye sockets were originally red, and when he saw the blood and spirit core fragments in the silver plate, he collapsed even more.

His throat was hoarse, and he wanted to speak, but he choked up before he could speak.

"You...you can't treat him like this..."

There was an uproar.

"What is he saying?"

"Is he crazy? Mo Ran is a mad murderer!"

Every sentence is like a sharp knife cutting Chu Wanning's heart, and every accusation is like an awl sinking into Chu Wanning's chest.

It hurts.

Chu Wanning looked at the man in the enchantment of Tianyin Pavilion, the man with moist black eyes, staring at him silently, the man who had been cut open and his soul core was damaged.

The man who didn't know he was wronged when he was criticized by thousands of people.

So silly.

Chu Wanning's lips moved and his whole body trembled.

His hand stuck to the transparent barrier of Tianyin Pavilion, and he choked up: "Wrong judgment...wrong judgment..."

Don't stab him with a dagger, stab me.

tie me...

Dudao Ta Xianjun is ruthless, and Mo Weiyu is relentless.

In the previous life, everyone condemned him with words and pens, and hoped that he would not die.In this life, I feel uneasy day and night, and I cannot escape my inner condemnation.

But who knows the truth?

Mu Yanli seemed to be in a hurry, after the initial shock, he immediately raised the sharp knife, the tip of the knife was dripping with blood, dotted with stars.

Mo Ran murmured: "Don't look."

With a puff, the dagger entered the atrium again, and blood gushed out.

Chu Wanning's pupils suddenly closed, and after a while, it burst like a burst, with a hoarse voice piercing the cloud: "Don't——!!!"

The golden light flashed, and the strong wind surged.

Tianwen came out in response to the call, and with a whip, the dozens of high-level disciples who maintained the barrier in Tianyin Pavilion couldn't bear the blow. They all vomited blood and knelt down, and the barrier burst instantly.In a dazzling brilliance, Chu Wanning held his sparkling martial arts and plundered towards the center of the execution platform.

"Someone wants to rob the prisoner!"

"Chu Wanning wants to rob the prisoner!!"

Mu Yanli immediately put the spiritual core fragments in the hard drive into Qiankun's bag, turned his head and ordered sharply: "Stop him!"

"Yes! Pavilion Master!"

The golden wave of Tianyin Pavilion swarmed up and collided fiercely with Chu Wanning's spiritual flow. The monks in the stands were stunned. They had never seen Chu Wanning look like this——

Crazy, pathetic.

No sanity anymore.

Seeing Chu Wanning getting closer and closer, Mu Yanli cursed in a low voice, frost flashed in his eyes, and finally pulled out a broken spiritual core, put it in Qiankun's bag, then hung around in his robes, turned around and confronted Chu Wanning.

"Grandmaster Chu, are you serious about saving him? You have to think clearly, if you take this step, you will be infamous for thousands of years, and you and him will have to bear it!"

The sword light illuminated Mu Yanli's almond eyes, and she stared at him.

Tianwen strangled Mu Yanli's saber, and the stream of light splashed all over the place in an instant.

Chu Wanning bit every word and sentence into pieces: "Then, let me accompany him!"

The official history is neat and full of heroes.

But I just want to be with you, whether it's in the biography of the tyrant, or it doesn't matter if it dies in the evil list, it's fine.

I don't want future generations to regard me as a god and you as a ghost when they mention us.I don't want future generations to write about this period in the books, writing that you and I are against each other, and the master and the apprentice become enemies.

If I can't avenge your injustice.

The ink burns, the ink rains lightly, and steps on the fairy.

I am willing to be scolded by all ages with you.

Hell is too cold.

Ink burning, I will die for you.

When the clouds gather, the dazzling lights and shadows are already dazzling.

The people on and off the stage were even more panic-stricken. In the confusion, only two sounds of "Zheng! ZHANG!" were heard, and Tian Wen suddenly cut off the chains that bound Mo Ran.

Mo Ran suddenly knelt down on the ground and fell into Chu Wanning's warm arms.

His blood instantly stained his white clothes.

Mo Ran, who hadn't shed tears from the beginning, and never choked up after being cut open and heartbroken, finally collapsed at this moment. His hands trembled and raised, then dropped again.

He wanted to hug Chu Wanning so much, and he wanted to push Chu Wanning away so much. He eagerly hoped that he would not be separated from Chu Wanning Biluo Huangquan, and deeply longed for everything about Chu Wanning to be good and clean forever. Nothing to do with your own filth.

So he didn't know whether to hug or separate.

A pair of hands trembled for so long, and finally held Chu Wanning's back carefully.

The ink burned and cried.

He said: "Master...why don't you blame me...why do you still save me..."

Chu Wanning only felt distressed, he hugged the person in his arms tightly, and no longer cared about the eyes around him, everyone was watching, thousands of words, but he didn't know what to say first.

"I'm so dirty... I will dirty you too..." Mo Ran whispered, the words were full of bloody smell, the more he cried, the more sad he became, this man who never showed weakness in front of others, in Chu WanNing There was no more armor in his arms, "But I'm also afraid that you don't want me anymore... If you don't even want me, I really don't know where to go..."

The broken one is obviously the spiritual core of the ink burning, and the piercing is the burning heart of the ink.

But at this time, Chu Wanning felt that his heart was also convulsing, being torn to pieces by Ling Chi, bloody and bloody.

It turns out that every muscle and bone are closely connected.

A large number of monks from the surrounding Tianyin Pavilion surrounded them, enveloping them heavily and pressing them step by step.

Chu Wanning's white clothes were stained with blood, holding Tianwen in one hand and Mo Ran in the other.

There are many black and white right and wrong in the world, but it is actually not easy to explain clearly.

There is too much self-righteous justice.

There are also many calculations with ulterior motives.

Therefore, Qu Zi embraced the sand and wept in the Miluo water.Wu Mu was wronged, and the turmoil left hatred.

They can still be returned innocent, but what about more youthful hearts?Not every unjust crime can be revealed, and there are still people who have been blackened to the end and never have a chance to reverse the case.

Chu Wanning hugged Mo Ran, and he said softly: "Don't be afraid, I won't want you."

"Master..."

"I will always be with you, life or death, I will take you home."

Losing the healing spell, Mo Ran's consciousness became more and more dizzy, and his heart hurt more and more, but when he heard this sentence, his whole body was shocked, and then his lips moved, tears rolled down, but he smiled.

"You treat me so well, my basket is full...I'm very happy..." He paused, his voice gradually dropped.

"Master, I'm so sleepy...I'm cold..."

Chu Wanning's body trembled imperceptibly, he held Mo Ran's hand harder, and sent his spiritual power in continuously, but it was useless.

Just like in the previous life, on the top of Kunlun Mountain, Ta Xianjun hugged his dying self and tried to save his life.

Useless.

Chu Wanning was very anxious, his eyes were wet and red, tears rolled down silently, but he still touched his hair, turned his face, kissed his wet and cold forehead, and said hoarsely: "Don't sleep, tell me, what basket?"

The faces of those around were full of vigilance, contempt, coldness, vigilance, disgust, and disgust.

so what.

Nothing matters anymore.

Fame, dignity, life.

For two lifetimes, he has seen Mo Ran fall into the abyss, but he is helpless.He just felt so painful, and felt that he was such a failure.

It was he who was late.

The ink burns lightly, the consciousness has gradually lost, the blood is flowing more and more, and the body is getting colder and colder. He said softly: "I only have a small basket...there is a hole in the small basket...it is empty... I fished for a long time..."

He subconsciously wanted to curl up.

Her pale lips pursed, sobbing.

"Master...my heart hurts..."

"You hug me, please."

Chu Wanning's heart ached like a twist, and he couldn't help saying: "I'm holding you, it doesn't hurt anymore, it doesn't hurt anymore."

But Mo Ran can no longer hear it, and Mo Ran's consciousness has been confused.

It's all messed up.

Like the helpless, underfed child in the firewood house many years ago, like the child kneeling and wailing next to the rotting corpse of his mother on the mass grave, crying bitterly.

Like the emperor who can never go back to the past.

Like the lonely figure under the Tongtian Tower.

Like Grandmaster Mo walking alone with a sword waiting for him to return to his soul.

Like the man curled up on the couch with his pillow wet on a rainy night.

"I'm in so much pain...really hurt..."

"Master, have I paid off everything? Am I already clean..."

getting blurry.

"Master."

In the end, the child, the boy, the devil, the tyrant, that little apprentice, choked up, and slowly, his voice was like clouds.

"It's getting dark, I'm so scared...I want to go home..."

Chu Wanning has been listening to him, and at this moment, he is crying.

Mo Ran, Mo Ran, why are you so stupid?

What pays off, what cleans...

I owe you.

No one knows the truth, and even your own memory has been wiped.

But I finally know——

I finally know that you have only been my apprentice for a few months, but you have spent two lifetimes protecting me.

Bearing all infamy, accusation, misunderstanding, and slander.

Forced to be crazy, insane, bloodthirsty, dirty.

If it weren't for you, the person kneeling on this confession platform today should be me, and the person whose heart was dug out... would also be me.

It was Emperor Taxian who used his soul to protect Wanye Yuheng.

From then on he fell into darkness forever.

And he stays bright.

All wrong.

And at this moment, the elite of Tianyin Pavilion, like a cheetah that had been going around for a long time, finally broke through the air, its sharp claws tore through the air, and more than a hundred people rushed towards them!

Tianwen Jin Guanglie was so pale that it was blindingly white.

"Kill them!"

"Stop them!"

Chu Wanning closed his eyes.

Besieged on all sides, the sound of killing is loud——

The surrounding crowd rose up and attacked, and in the bloody light of the sword shadow, Chu Wanning suddenly opened his eyes!Then he sank one hand, opened his five fingers, and the wind blew up in an instant, and he shouted sharply: "Huai Sha, call me!!"