The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

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When Mo Ran opened his eyes, he found himself lying in a purple cloud.He blinked his eyes slowly, slowly turned his neck, and then he got up - he found that this was not the sky, but a palace made of amethyst, because the palace was so big that one brick was comparable to a carriage , that's why he mistakenly thought it was a cloud.

A slender man stood in the distance, leaning on the window and looking outside.

The man was wearing a robe of unrecognizable texture, barefoot, holding a luminous glass in his hand, turning the amber liquid in it absent-mindedly.Outside the window, there is a tree of red flowers blooming, with a little silver light dripping from the heart.

There is no such clothing in the world, no such flowers.

Mo Ran can be sure that there is no such a palace in the world.

"Where am I?" he asked.

The movement of the man's fingertips paused, and he turned half of his face slightly, but because of the backlight, Mo Ran couldn't see his face clearly.

"You are calm, hero."

"..."

The man drank the wine in the glass, put the glass on the window sill casually, and then walked towards him.

Soon, Mo Ran saw clearly.This man had a face slightly similar to Gou Chen Shanggong's, with a blood-red spider mole under the corner of his eye, thin lips, and he definitely had a bad temper.

"I am the second-generation Lord of the Demon Realm." The man said slowly, his eyes fixed on Mo Ran's reaction, "You are now in the Demon Palace."

Mo Ran was silent for a moment, and said: "... If you don't say it, I will treat you as Emperor Yan Luo."

The man chuckled: "Are you so convinced that you are dead?"

"No." Mo Ran looked into his eyes, "I don't think so. But I don't think I'm still alive either."

Mozun's smile became more obvious: "You are right."

He stretched out his hand, and the fingertips wearing black dragon scale gloves easily penetrated Mo Ran's chest, and Mo Ran didn't feel the slightest pain.

"You are indeed not a living person." Mozun said, "You are just a gathered soul."

Mo Ran didn't make a sound.

The Mozun lazily said: "My ancestors set a rule that unless the sphenoid beauties in the mortal world are hostile to the gods and destroy the Fuxi Forbidden Art, they cannot return to the Demon Realm... From the Zhenlong Chess Game to the Time-Space Life and Death Gate, you will replace them They did it, my heroes."

Mo Ran said gloomyly: "That's not what I want to do. That's Hua Binan——"

"He is a bastard who is neither god nor demon." Mozun had a look of contempt in his eyes, "He once swore that he would never harm his kind in his life. But he didn't do it."

"...You mean he killed Song Qiutong?"

"No." Mozun said, a pair of ruby ​​eyes reflected the phantom of Mo Ran, he raised his hand, and gently stroked the face of Mo Ran's soul, "You know who I'm talking about."

"..."

"From the moment the gate of the Demon Realm opened, you have already sensed it." The Demon Venerable's gaze was as sharp as a knife, "Otherwise you would not have promised your little fairy like this in the end, you actually knew it in your heart." .”

The ink burned without saying a word, and the two eyelashes drooped.

Mozun straightened up slowly, his tall figure cast a thick black shadow on the ground.He said: "Mo Weiyu, you should know that there is a very special kind of beauties in this world. They won't shed golden tears, they won't have any demonic breath, and if they don't recognize their ancestors, they won't even be married to beauties. Qi's Phoenix Mountain evil spirits can't even detect it. So some people won't find out their true identities until they die..."

The ink burned dryly: "So what."

The Demon Lord smiled: "So what?... You should know that this kind of person can inherit the domineering spiritual power of the ancient Demon Race, just like Song Xingyi, the Lord of Huabi many years ago."

As he said, a purple-black radiance suddenly lit up at his fingertips. He pointed the radiance towards Mo Ran, and the halo immediately floated into Mo Ran's soul. At the same time, Mo Ran only felt a turbulent Vigorous power gallops through the three souls and six souls, and is then completely absorbed by him.

Mozun looked at everything in front of him, smiled and said: "Look, you really can absorb the energy of my family."

"..."

"I'm talking about you." Demon Venerable said, "You are another special beauty seat after Song Xingyi. It's just that you never discovered it yourself. Hua Binan didn't even notice it at all."

Mo Ran raised his eyes.

Demon Venerable put his hands behind his back, and looked at the floating flowers outside the window again: "Poor him, he swore that he would never hurt his clansmen, and that he would protect every sphenoid beauty seat that could be guarded. But he killed you for the rest of his life."

Mo Ran stood up from the ground, he was not in the mood to listen to these things, whether he was harmed or used, it was all over.

There is only one thing he cares about now: "Can I go back?"

"Where are you going?" Mozun glanced back at him, "Human world?"

"world."

"What's so good in the world, a bunch of mediocre ants. You are capable and courageous, not to mention you are a member of my clan." The Demon Venerable said lightly, "It is because you are a demon that I can summon your soul and call you back to the demon world." Gong—stay here, you will have ten thousand years of life, you told me with your strength, you can serve my family."

Mo Ran smiled: "Sorry, I have only let others work for me, not for anyone."

Mozun stared at him with faint red pupils, did not speak, only with a little scrutiny and blame.

"...Okay." Mo Ran said, "There is only one exception. I am willing to work for him."

Mozun sneered: "Are you working for a piece of wood?"

"He's not a log."

Mozun rolled his eyes: "It's polite to call him Xiao Xianjun. He is not even a god, he is just a rotten seedling planted by Shennong." Seeing that Mo Ran became more and more angry, Mozun stopped He opened his mouth, turned sideways, and leaned his thin waist against the window sill, "Are you out of your mind?"

"You have to figure out one thing." Demon Venerable said, "If you really plan to go back, you will still not be able to get supplies from the Demon Race. You can only live for dozens of years, at most a hundred years."

Mo Ran had been tense before, but when he heard this, he smiled instead: "So long?"

"..."

"In the world, it can be regarded as a long life."

The demons seemed a little confused, and also seemed a little annoyed: "The human race is only a lifetime of ants, what can they do in decades? What can they do in hundreds of years? You have torn apart the gate of life and death in time and space, and mastered the Zhenlong chess game. I'm afraid I'll be so angry with you in the sky, you have such talent, but you are willing to be a bastard with a trailing tail." The more he talked, the more unhappy he became, and finally he said simply: "Idiot."

Mo Ran lowered his eyelids, and his long eyelashes were trembling. At first, the Mozu thought he was angry, but after a while, after a closer look, he found that he was holding back a smile.

Demon Venerable: "..."

Mo Ran raised his head and smiled brightly: "How do you know?"

"..."

"In the world, many people say I'm stupid."

Mozun rubbed his eyebrows with his hand, he seemed to have a headache, he was almost moaning: "How can there be such an embarrassing demon..."

"I never felt that I was a demon." Mo Ran said, "I only vaguely felt it at the moment when the magic door opened."

The demon stared at him.

Mo Ran laughed for a while, and stopped laughing. He looked at Mozun: "No matter what, thank you for protecting my soul."

"I cherish talents."

Mo Ran shook his head, he didn't intend to continue talking to Mozun.

He just stared at the man in front of him sincerely and seriously with those eyes that had touched countless hearts, and then said: "But I'm sorry. I want to go back to the world."

"..."

No one spoke again.

"Reason." Finally, Mozun said bluntly, "Give me a reason."

"Because I promised someone."

Mo Ran said.

"I promised. Will come back to him."

Kunlun Snow Palace.

At this moment, the snow in the Tianshan Mountains has stopped, and the space-time rift has finally closed. The torrent, life and death in the previous life are like a ridiculous dream.

The first glow gradually penetrates, and the world is full of grandeur and tranquility.

"Master Chu!"

"Grandmaster! Grandmaster!"

Someone was calling him in the ear, and his consciousness slowly returned.

Chu Wanning opened his eyes, his eyes were empty for a while, and the dust and smoke of two lifetimes seemed to be falling and resting in these eyes.He thought for a moment that he was at the peak of death and life, and was awakened by the noisy voices of his apprentices on a winter afternoon.It seems that in the dark and cold Wushan Temple, Liu Gongli sighed beside the couch and called him back to the world.

After a long time, his eyes gradually cleared up.The brown pupils turned, and he looked at the monks around him. Snow was falling in the sky, the night was already lingering, and there was a faint red glow in the depths of the clouds.

He closed his eyes slightly and murmured hoarsely: "Mo Ran..."

It seemed that the dead young man was responding to his nostalgia, or maybe it was an illusion that he was obsessed with because of his deep obsession—he suddenly saw a few golden-red streamers floating out from the cracks in the door of life and death, slipping from the rouge-colored sky. But, fly to the distance...

what is that? !

Chu Wanning opened his eyes all of a sudden, but not because of the shouts of the people next to him, but because of the few strands of golden red.

……What it is? !

His dormant hope was ignited by those wonderful lights, and he struggled to his feet without being supported by anyone, and without saying anything.Chu Wanning stumbled along with the golden light, and behind him were the anxious voices of people.

"Master Chu..."

At this moment, the mud and sand have finally been washed away. Everyone knows that Mo Weiyu is not a sinner, but the price is too high. I don't know how meaningful this kind of innocence is.

But just like Mo Ran never cared about the opinions of the world, he purifies himself, muddles himself, maddens himself, and fools himself.The same is true for Chu Wanning. What the two of them are asking for is nothing more than a heart without regrets.

"Master!!"

Xue Meng wanted to chase him, but within a few steps, he heard a commotion in the crowd.

On Gu Yueye's side, a disciple shouted in panic, "Master! Master, what's wrong with you?!"

Xue Meng was stunned, and suddenly turned his head to push away the crowd, but saw that Jiang Xi couldn't hold on, and had fallen into the snow, with blood gushing out from the big beach.

"What's going on?!" Gu Yueye's elder howled angrily, "Didn't it be fine just now?! How could this happen?!"

A disciple timidly pointed to a hideous scar on Jiang Xi's waist and abdomen.

"Yes...was it hit by a sharp weapon in the torrent before? The leader was afraid that the scene would become more chaotic, so he didn't say anything..."

There was a faint smell of blood in the air.Before dawn, Jiang Xi fell down in the peaceful world and closed her eyes in the peaceful present world.

"Quickly heal!"

"What are you doing in a daze! Save him!"

Xue Meng's mind was shocked, and his mind was in a mess.He was staggering, holding the Snow Phoenix that Jiang Xi gave him in his hand.He turned his head and wanted to chase after Chu Wanning's back, but he only moved half an inch, and then he knelt down on the spot with a plop, and finally burst into tears.

He didn't know that the mountains and rivers were so vast, where would there be no more love and hatred?The mortal world raises its head, but there is no old person to accompany it.Those youthful days who were arrogant and proud, wielding a sword and being a hero, have already been riding the world of mortals, and they will never look back.

And on the vast Qiongshan Snow Road, Chu Wanning watched the golden-red light fly to the sky and go to the distant mountains...

"Trust me, I'll do my best to see you."

"I'm waiting for you in another world."

Sudden shuddering, but Chu Wanning didn't dare to think too much, he didn't dare to expect extravagantly before seeing the truth with his own eyes.

At this time, the rising sun had pierced through the darkness of the Great Abyss, rising from the bleakness of last night.The golden splendor sprinkled on the abrupt, ups and downs and weird mountain roads.The early sun has risen, and the shallow sky reflects the vast sea of ​​people, celebrating the rest of life brilliantly.

Chu Wanning looked at the rising sun, twisted the talisman with his fingertips, and the golden light flashed.

"Shanglong—call!"

There was a long howl.His candle-holding paper dragon broke through the wind in the heavy snow, its huge body coiled around, and its sound was like a bell.

The little dragon raised his eyes to see that the world of mortals was fine, and he felt happy, so he couldn't help joking with his master again: "Is the wind and sea calm?"

"Ah."

"Is it over?"

"Ah."

The paper dragon was even happier. It soared in the air for a long time before falling down, and then it was the same as every time I saw him, jokingly said: "By the way, Chu Wanning, why are you always alone? .”

Chu Wanning stood quietly in the wind, and the snow seeds fell on his long eyelashes.He couldn't help but think about what Mo Ran had said to himself when he parted, and he just felt like a drum beating in his heart.After a long silence, he raised his head and said to the paper dragon lying against his back, "Take me to a place."

"where?"

Chu Wanning turned over on the back of the dragon, and the giant dragon rose up. He faced the wind and snow in the sky, overlooking the silver clothes of the earth.The majestic rising sun was getting brighter and brighter. In the dawn that finally came, he said to the dragon: "Go to Nanping Mountain. I'm going to see him."

Canglong wanted to talk nonsense for a while, but his beard was raised, and he finally didn't say anything.

In fact, it is also very clear where the owner wants to go back, and who is the person he wants to find.It made a sound of the sea dragon, and before it jumped into the sky, Chu Wanning looked back at this magnificent river and mountain.

Long sky, long clouds.From the snowy and empty Kunlun Road, he chased the golden light, and finally drove to the distant rivers and lakes where the light rain was just falling.

Mo Ran promised him that he would come back.

So he believed in him, and he went to the place where they parted for the last time to meet him.

"You said... those golden rays of light, could they be his returned soul?"

Candle Dragon writhed in the sea of ​​clouds, humming: "If you ask me, who am I to ask?"

"Do you think those souls will return to his body?"

Zhulong reluctantly said: "Probably..."

Nanping Mountain arrived soon, without hesitation, without doubt, Chu Wanning seemed to be sure where the golden-red brilliance would eventually return. He drove the Wind Candle Dragon and settled outside the bamboo forest deep in Nanping.

"Is the person you're looking for here?"

Chu Wanning didn't answer. He came down from the dragon body, only to feel that there was a heavy stone on his chest, and he couldn't breathe.

"I saved the body of Mo Ran here before." His fingers trembled unconsciously, "So if his soul can come back, then..."

He originally wanted to say that he would definitely be here, but he didn't say anything further.

What if it's not here?

He also wanted to give himself hope, and he didn't want to talk to death.

Paper Candle Dragon was a bit careless, and shook his head: "Then what if he didn't come back?"

"..."

"What if those golden rays of light dissipate before they reach here?"

"..."

"if--"

Chu Wanning turned back suddenly, his eyes were ruthless but his eyes were flushed: "Then I will burn you and bury him with him."

"Oh, I'm so scared."

Candle Dragon whimpered and turned into a golden light, and his huge body turned into a small snake, perched on Chu Wanning's shoulder.It bumped its head against its owner's cheek.

It knows Chu Wanning's temperament, and naturally it will not take it seriously to burn it. It sighed: "Look at your look, why do I think you want to be buried with him more."

Then he scratched the back of Chu Wanning's head with the tip of his tail.

"doing what?"

"I'm afraid if I don't scratch you again, you will faint." Xiaolong sighed and patted his tail. "Your face is so ugly."

"..."

"It's like the kind of gambler who walks into the casino with his life's savings and makes a last-ditch effort."

Chu Wanning rarely refuted it, he closed his eyes.

Xiao Zhulong said that it was his life savings, but this is actually wrong.

That was his disciple in two lifetimes, his lover in two lifetimes, a fool who used flesh and blood in two lifetimes to fulfill his mighty and pure whiteness even if he fell into the quagmire.

for the rest of his life.

The mountain road is long and the snow is creaking.

In the distance there is a hut that has been in disrepair.Chu WanNing stood in front of the hut, his fingertips trembling, and it was clearly just a small courtyard chaifei in disrepair, but it seemed to be heavier and harder to reach than the gate of the demon realm, his Adam's apple was throbbing, and his blood was rushing.

He was as stiff as a piece of wood, and he raised his hand several times, but it fell down the moment he touched the door.

Xiaolong: "Oh, if you don't push the door, then I will come, I—"

The door opened.

It wasn't Chu Wanning who pushed it away, nor did Xiaolong knock it away.

The door was originally ajar, probably because the breeze felt sorry for the people and couldn't bear the sadness of the king, so the wind creaked and blew open the thin firewood door.

Chu Wanning stood outside the house.

There is a clear space in the hut with a panoramic view. At this time, the trees have not yet sprouted, but the branches are covered with thin snowflakes. When the wind blows, the snow flakes fall like crabapples and disperse into the golden morning light.

Then, it fell on a man's shoulder.

Hearing the movement, the man paused slightly, then turned around slowly.

The light and shadow are moving, and it seems that the earth is rejuvenating for a moment, and the midsummer is blazing.

The wind that Chu Wanning could not hear before, the sound of falling snow that could not be heard, and the sound of leaves that could not be heard, all returned to the ears at this moment, and everything in the world flowed back into his chest like a tide.

He stood on the spot and wanted to run forward, but his limbs and bones seemed to be filled with lead water, and he couldn't move a step.At this time, Chu Wanning's ears seemed to sound the luxuriant cicadas under the Tongtian Tower many years ago.

That was the best time in Mo Ran's life.

The handsome young man walked towards Elder Yuheng who was leaning against the tree, towards the origin of everything, towards the beginning of the fate of two people intertwined.

"Chu Wanning..."

Xiaolong poked his waist beside him.

Chu Wanning barely regained his senses, but his throat was still blocked, and he couldn't say a word.

He slowly walked towards the man standing under the dead tree, towards the destination of everything, towards the end of the pain of the two lives, towards the settlement of the dust.

The wind blows the forest leaves, rustling, Chu Wanning seems to have walked through countless times of war, and finally stood in front of that man.

It was as if many years ago, the young Mo Weiyu stood still in front of the flourishing Chu Wanning.

He looked up and grinned.

"Xianjun Xianjun."

The voice of the past is still in my ears, and when I meet again, two lives have passed.

"I've been watching you for a long time, but you ignore me."

The empty valley is quiet and the sun is pure and clear. It seems that there are only two of them left in the world, and there is nothing else.The ink burns in a robe.His face was still a little pale from recovering from a serious illness.

He watched Chu Wanning come from the morning glow and came to himself, his dark eyebrows gradually revealed a gentle expression.

"Master..."

The wind died down, and in the gaps between the clouds and mist, the morning sun scattered, shining on the blood-stained world.

"I saw a demon. Then I had an interesting experience, and I want to tell you..."

The turmoil of the last days is over.

After many years, where the blood falls now——

Maybe there will be new plum blossoms.