The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

Xue Meng yelled into the air: "Bullshit God! Are your dog eyes blind? Are we trespassing? We were taken into captivity, you have a look!"

The teacher said: "It's useless, this is the voice he left behind, and his deity is not here at all. I think it's fake Gou Chen who confused the judgment of the heart-picking willow, making him think that we are trespassers who are planning to do something wrong."

The voice continued:

"Those who are worthy of the magic weapon in the world should understand what is benevolence, what is tenacity, do not indulge in illusions, and do not confuse the mind. Since you have come, you will be tested by me. If you pass the test, you will be safe. , but if you are selfish and not strong-minded, you are not worthy of being masters of martial arts!"

Chu Wanning opened and closed his bloodstained lips and teeth, and said solemnly: "What a benevolence... Is it what you call benevolence when you take people to make blood drips?"

He knew that Gouchen Shanggong couldn't hear at all, but he still couldn't get angry. Even if he breathed heavily every time he spoke a word, and the wound hurt even more, he couldn't control his mean mouth.

That voice continued to reverberate in the arsenal of the gods, "To test your xinxing. You will fall into the dreamland of the beauty of the heart-picking willow. If you cannot wake up from the illusion in time, your companions will bleed out and die here .”

When the three of them heard this, their blood all faded away.

The teacher murmured: "What..."

It means that the three of them are about to fall into a dream.

If they can't wake up in time, will the three of them be intoxicated in the dream forever and let Mo Ran die in reality?

After a moment of silence, Xue Meng yelled angrily: "What kind of god are you!!! If the cultivation of immortality is to cultivate like you, I will never bother to touch the sword again in this life!!"

Chu Wanning also said angrily: "It's ridiculous!"

"Master!" Shi Mo hurriedly advised him, "Don't get angry, be careful of the wound."

But the grandson of Gouchen Shanggong actually began to recite a poem at this time, and said slowly: "The water flows down to the ground, and flows from east to west, north to south. Life also has its destiny. An Neng Xing sighs, sits in sorrow and drinks wine to relax himself. It is difficult to raise a glass to cut off the song. If the heart is not wood and stone, how can it be indifferent, and he hesitates and dare not speak."

Xue Meng was about to faint from anger: "What are you talking about!"

The teacher said: "Bao Zhao's planned journey is difficult, which means that everyone has his own destiny. How can he blame himself and forgive himself with wine, and the singing is interrupted by wine. The human heart is not a rock, so how can it be completely emotionless? , I still want to talk."

Gou Chen Shanggong sighed, and said: "In this boundless floating world, how many people can give up their lifelong dreams just to help others? There are endless killings and wars in the world. If the gods and martial arts fall into the hands of treacherous craftsmen, it will be mine." Also, how can I forgive myself for the crime of creating a weapon..."

Suddenly, the Shenwuku went dark.The fragments of the castings flying in the air also stopped moving.A layer of shimmering light slowly lit up on the dome, as if there were stars and brilliance gradually falling down and shining on the ground.

A voice whispered in the air: "Sleep..."

This soft and crystal-clear brilliance seems to have some kind of deceiving effect. Shi Mo and Xue Meng's cultivation base is not deep, and soon fell into a coma.

"Go to sleep..."

Chu Wanning gritted his teeth and resisted himself, but the power of Shishen was so great that he couldn't get rid of the heavy sleepiness in the end and fell into a dream.

God's arsenal.

As a blood drip, Mo Ran was the only one who was awake. He coughed up blood, and across the weakened waterfall, he could vaguely see the three people who fell into a dream behind him.

Chu Wanning, Shi Mo, and Xue Meng have all fallen asleep.

Mo Ran heard Gou Chen's words, and knew that only one of them woke up in time, the spell could be broken, and he could be saved.

However, time passed little by little, the mind became more and more dizzy, and the body gradually became cold.But no one woke up from the dream.

It can be said that the retribution is not good. In the previous life, I treated Chu Wanning like this. In this life, I also felt the taste of blood loss.

How funny.

Among them, who can give up the best dream in life, the most desired thing, and come to save him?

Xue Meng is absolutely impossible.

Chu Wanning... Forget it, I don't want him anymore.

If there is, that person should also be a teacher.

He mused vaguely.But too much blood has been lost, and the consciousness is almost unable to support.

Mo Ran looked down at his feet, the blood that leaked to the bottom of the copper hourglass was diluted by the water in the clepsydra, glowing with light red waves.

He suddenly wanted to know, if he also fell into Gou Chen's illusion, what kind of scene would he be able to see?

Would he dream of the crystal clear hands, the gentle smile of the teacher, a compliment from Chu Wanning, and the wind blowing begonias all over the mountains when he first came to the peak of life and death...

"Ink burning..."

Suddenly he heard someone calling himself.

Mo Ran still hangs his head, thinking that he should be losing his mind, so that he has hallucinations.

"Ink burning."

"Ink burning!"

Not a hallucination!

He looked up suddenly.

The scene in front of him caused his pupils to close suddenly——

He almost hissed: "Master!!!!"

It's the teacher!

The person who wakes up abandons happiness and happiness, and in the midst of all wishes, he still remembers him.

It's a teacher...

Mo Ran looked at the slender boy who walked towards him through the waterfall, and suddenly his throat choked.

"Teacher...you..."

Finally, I don't know what to say.Mo Ran closed his eyes and said hoarsely.

"Thank you...you can still...you can still remember me in a good dream..."

The teacher waded in, his clothes were soaked, his eyebrows were darkened, his appearance was as gentle as when Mo Ran first saw him, as gentle as he had seen in dreams many times in his previous life, and he chatted with him when he was cold. as gentle as

The teacher said: "Don't be stupid, thank you for what you say."

As he approached, Mo Ran realized that his feet were bleeding.

The ground became hot at some point, and Gou Chen Shanggong seemed determined to test how far a person can do for his companions, so after the temptation of the sweet dream, it was another cruel torture.

Shi Mei's boots have been burned through. If he doesn't leave, the ground will remain the same as before, but if he insists on moving forward, every step he takes, a cluster of fire will be born under his feet. The temperature is not high, and it will not directly kill people. It burns to the point where you can't move, but it's absolutely excruciating.

But this gentle person, even though he was already in such pain, took a look at him, his eyes became firmer, and he walked towards him step by step.

"Ink burning, you can bear it again."

He said.

"I'll get you down right away."

Touching his eyes, Mo Ran knew that he didn't have to say the phrase "don't come here".

This man's gaze was too decisive and too persevering.

He had never seen such a look on Shi Mei's face before.

If Mo Ran's mood is a little settled, he will definitely feel strange.

Shi Mei always calls himself "A Ran", when did he call him Mo Ran?

He only said that Shi Mo was kind to him, but he didn't realize at all that the person standing in front of him at this time was not actually Shi Mo, but——

It's Chu Wanning.

Gu Liu's last skill is called Heart Picking.

The so-called topping is the exchange of hearts between people.

When Chu Wanning broke free from the dream and woke up, he found that he and Shi Mo had exchanged hearts.Under the spell of the heart-picking willow, his consciousness was transferred to Shi Mo's body, and it was the same for Shi Mo.It's just that the teacher didn't wake up, so from beginning to end, he didn't know that he had changed his body.

Chu Wanning didn't have time to explain, and Mo Ran, who didn't know the truth, really thought that the person in front of him was Shi Mo.

He felt that Shi Mo would definitely endure the pain and come over, just like he had experienced death and could not forget his goodness.People are very stubborn.

But it was too cruel.

When Chu Wanning finally came to the copper hourglass, climbed the towering vines and willows, and wanted to go to the top to save the ink, the vines and willows suddenly gave birth to thin thorns that ignited the flames.

Chu Wanning didn't expect that his hand was suddenly scalded, and he was about to grab it hard, but Shi Mei's physique was not strong, he slipped suddenly, and the flesh on his hand was instantly melted away by the sharp thorn.

"...!"

Chu Wanning cursed secretly, frowning in pain.

Shi Mingjing is a broken shell!

Mo Ran: "Teacher!"

Chu Wanning fell to his knees on the ground, and the flesh that touched the ground was instantly scalded by high temperature, but he frowned, but bit his lips inertially, and never shouted.

Such an expression would appear very stubborn and ruthless on his own face, but on Shi Mei's soft and beautiful face, it is plainly a bit pitiful.

People really can't be compared with people.

"Master..."

Mo Ran opened his mouth, but tears flowed down.

The heart is cut like a knife.In the blurred field of vision, he saw that person's thin and thin body, such a weak person, but little by little, he was slowly climbing up by holding on to the vines and willows.

The thorns pierced his hand, and the fire burned his bones and blood.

It was dyed bright red, and everywhere it passed was mottled with blood.

Mo Ran closed his eyes, his voice was bloody, every word trembled, and he choked up:

"Master... ignorant..."

The man was very close, and Mo Ran saw the pain in his eyes flashing away. He seemed to be really in pain, and even Mo Ran's voice was a kind of torture to him.

Therefore, although the person in front of him had a stubborn expression, his gaze could almost be called pleading.

"Don't call me again."

"..."

"Mo Ran, wait a little longer, I will...save you...down...come..."

Almost at the moment when the words fell, the tough light in his eyes floated up, like sharp knives out of their sheaths, and it was indescribably beautiful on that gentle and accustomed face.

Chu Wanning's robes rolled, and she jumped onto the copper hourglass.

His face was like gold paper, crumbling, except that he was still breathing, he was no different from a dead person.

At that moment, Mo Ran felt that he might as well bleed and die than let him suffer like this.

There was a fragmented voice in his throat: "I'm sorry."

Chu WanNing knew that this sorry was not for himself.He wanted to explain, but he caught a glimpse of the silver-blue saber hooking the upper palace, which was piercing Mo Ran's chest and ribs. The source of the vine's spiritual power may be on this sword.He was worried that under the surprise of Mo Ran, he would be injured more seriously, so he still asked his "teacher" in front of him:

"Mo Ran, can you trust me?"

"I believe you." Without hesitation.

Chu Wanning raised the eyelash curtain, glanced at him, and held the hilt of the sword. This sword is close to the heart. If there is a slight mistake, Mo Ran will die.

"..." Chu Wanning's hand trembled a little, but he didn't move.

Mo Ran's eyes were still red, but he suddenly smiled: "Master."

"……Um."

Mo Ran said: "... Am I going to die?"

"……Won't."

"If I'm going to die, can... can I give you a hug?"

He was very cautious when he said this, his eyes were moist and bright.Chu Wanning's heart suddenly softened.

However, thinking that what Mo Ran saw in his eyes was another person, this softness immediately condensed into ice.

He suddenly felt like an insignificant clown on the stage, hidden behind the colorful sleeves of Xiaosheng Xiaosheng in Tsing Yi, no one noticed him.

In this touching repertoire, he is superfluous.

Or maybe the only purpose is to put on the ugly face and grin the smile drawn in ink to set off other people's joys, sorrows, sorrows, loves and sorrows.

How ridiculous.

Mo Ran didn't know about this. He saw the flickering in Chu Wanning's eyes, and said that the teacher was reluctant, and immediately said, "Just hug it. Just a moment."

An imperceptible sigh.

"actually, I……"

Mo Ran: "What?"

"...Forget it." Chu Wanning said, "Nothing."

He leaned over, not very close, and he might touch the sword, then he stretched out his hand and gently hugged Mo Ran's shoulder.

He heard the ink burn in his ear and said: "Shi Mei, thank you for waking up, thank you for remembering me in a good dream."

Chu Wanning lowered his eyes, his eyelashes were like a butterfly fan, and then he smiled lightly: "No thanks."

After a pause, he said again: "The ink burns."

"Ok?"

Chu Wanning seemed to be still in a dream, hugged him, stroked his hair, and sighed softly, "Do you know that if a dream is too good, it is often not true?"

After he finished speaking, the hug was like a touch of water, and he left immediately.

Mo Ran raised his eyes, he didn't quite understand the meaning of the teacher, he only knew that this small hug was the candy that the teacher gave him with kindness.

It is sweet and sour, and when it rubs against the back of the tongue, there is a hint of astringency.

The moment the sword was pulled out, the blood flew like a begonia blown off by a strong wind.

Mo Ran only felt a sharp pain in his heart and mouth. For a moment, he thought that he was going to die, and all kinds of unwillingness were mixed in his heart. He suddenly blurted out: "Master, I have always loved you very much. What about you..."

With the sound of the saber falling to the ground, the vines and willows dispersed in an instant, the turbulent waterfall in the sky stopped abruptly, and the divine arsenal suddenly returned to silence.

I have always loved you very much.

And you……

The body has reached its limit, Mo Ran felt a sudden blackness in front of his eyes.

The moment he fell, he was caught by a pair of blood-stained hands and fell into Shi Mo's arms.I don't know if it's an illusion, Mo Ran saw Shi Mei frowned, and slowly closed his eyes, the eyes seemed to be smooth and smooth.

He seemed to hear the teacher said softly: "Me too."

Ink burning: "!"

It's an illusion, otherwise why Shi Mo's expression is so sad, but he still promised him.

"I also... love you."

Consciousness finally dissipated, Mo Ran fell into a coma.