The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

"..."

The ink burns dumbfounded.

After a long time, he scratched his ears, blushed and came back to his senses, and waved his hands again and again: "No, that, I don't know, this is not my handkerchief, so where is my handkerchief? ... Me, me, oh , I really jumped into the Yellow River and couldn't wash it away..."

He stared at the silk handkerchief embroidered with faint traces of begonia flowers, but he couldn't remember why he had such an extra item.After thinking about it for a long time in a hurry, he suddenly slapped his head.

"what!"

"……What's wrong……"

"I remembered!" Mo Ran breathed a sigh of relief, took the handkerchief back from Shi Mo's hand, and said with a smile, "I'm sorry, this handkerchief is really not mine, so I can't give it to you."

Teacher Mei: "..."

I didn't say yes either.

"But this is not Master's. Don't see that Haitang is Master." Mo Ran folded his handkerchief and put it back in his arms. Obviously, he felt extremely relaxed and relieved because he did not take Master's handkerchief by mistake. "This handkerchief belongs to Junior Brother Xia."

The teacher is thoughtful: "Brother Xia?"

"Yeah, I live with him these days, maybe the handkerchief was washed, and I took it wrong when I took it out in the morning, haha, I'm really sorry."

"...Well, it doesn't matter." Shi Mei still smiled gently, then got up and said, "It's getting late, let's go, let's pick up Junior Brother Xia."

The two left the house and went straight to the prison.

However, before going too far, Shi Mo's footsteps gradually slowed down. It was not obvious at the beginning, but he stumbled over a piece of gravel, and almost fell down. Fortunately, Mo Ran walked beside him and caught it in time. he.

Mo Ran saw that his face was pale and bloodless, and he couldn't help being shocked: "What's wrong with you?"

"It's okay." Shi Mo breathed a sigh of relief, "I have eaten less lunch, I don't have much strength, just take a rest for a while."

The more vaguely he wants to get past, the more Mo Ran cares about it. Thinking about it carefully, the master is not good at lightness, and the food and clothing of this Taohuayuan need to be replaced by feathers. Before, he plucked the feathers by himself To give it to him, these days I was imprisoned, Xue Meng has no brains and doesn't know how to take care of people...

The more Mo Ran thought about it, the more worried he was, and said: "You used to be in the sect, and you often didn't eat lunch, but you never saw you like this. Where are you not eating a meal? Tell me the truth, how long have you been hungry? ?”

"I……"

Seeing him silent, Mo Ran's face became more and more gloomy, and he pulled him to go in the opposite direction.

The teacher hurriedly said: "Ah Ran, where are you going?"

"Take you to eat!" Mo Ran said viciously, but when he looked back, his eyes were very distressed, "I'm not here, won't you take good care of yourself? Every time you think about others in your heart, you should think about others first! But What about you? Have you thought about yourself?"

"A burning..."

I dragged Shi Mo all the way to the wine shop. It is reasonable to say that Shi Mo belongs to the healing department. Without a token, it is impossible to come to the attacking department where Mo Ran and the others are used to.However, since the eighteenth incident, people have panicked. In order to deal with emergencies, the Feathermen have already canceled the restrictions between the various departments.

"What do you want to eat? Order yourself."

"You can just eat some." Shi Mei seemed a little guilty, "I'm sorry, I thought I was here to help, but in the end it dragged you down..."

"What's wrong between you and me?" Mo Ran stretched out his hand and flicked his forehead, slowing down his tone, "Order, I'll pay after ordering, you sit and eat well."

The teacher was stunned: "What about you?"

"I have to pick up Junior Brother Xia, but the murderer has never been caught. Although there are guards near the prison, I am still worried."

Hearing that Mo Ran was about to leave, there seemed to be a gloomy light flashing in the teacher's eyes, but he quickly said: "Just buy two buns. I will go with you and eat while walking."

Mo Ran was trying to dissuade him, but suddenly he heard the sound of warblers and swallows outside the wine shop, and more than a dozen young female cultivators dressed in beautiful clothes entered the building happily.

"Shopkeeper, let me ask you something." The leading woman asked with a coquettish smile, "Brother... have you booked a banquet for this restaurant tonight?"

"Yes, yes." The shopkeeper replied with a beaming smile.These days, these Feathermen have figured it out, senior brother loves to drink and listen to music, and will find a wine shop to have a banquet every night.And as long as the "big brother" is there, there will be a group of chattering female cultivators flocking in advance.

Sure enough, those female cultivators immediately became more and more excited, and hurriedly wanted to set a table. From time to time, a few words drifted into Mo Ran's ears.

What are they talking about? "Xiaofang, look at how well my eyebrows are drawn today? Will the elder brother be happy?" Think I'm frivolous?", and "You are so beautiful, Eldest Brother must like you, I saw him look at you several times yesterday." "Oh, it's annoying, how is it possible, it's my sister who has a luxurious temperament, Eldest Brother must like you She is a talented woman like my sister who has poems and books."

"..."

In such an extraordinary period, these people can still be so intoxicated by the haze of a man, Mo Ran twitched the corners of his mouth, turned his head and said to his junior sister: "The buns are buns, we buy them and leave, leaving you alone in this cave of tigers and wolves , I am also worried."

The teacher looked at his expression, couldn't help but shook his head with a slight smile.

The best taste in this building is that you can't stop salivating big meat buns. Mo Ran bought ten of them in one go, and gave them all to Shi Mei.Walking on the road, from time to time, I glanced at the sweet teacher who was eating, and Mo Ran finally felt more relaxed.

But no one thought that it was this bun that hurt Shi Mo.

He had a weak intestines and stomach, the grains of rice hadn't been exhausted for a long time, and his stomach was empty, so he suddenly ate this heavy oily bag, and soon his stomach couldn't stand the cramps.

Now Mo Ran was completely unable to pick up Chu Wanning, so he hurriedly carried the painful, pale and sweaty teacher back to Lingxiao Pavilion, put him on the bed in the bedroom that had just been packed, and went outside to ask for a doctor.

Prescribed medicine, fed warm water, Mo Ran sat on the side of the couch, looked at the haggard look of the teacher, and blamed himself: "It still hurts? I will rub it for you."

The teacher's voice is very low and weak: "No...it's okay..."

But Mo Ran's long and slender hands with well-defined joints have already reached over, pressing on his stomach through the quilt, and gently rubbing.

Maybe he pressed it just right, and it was very comfortable. After all, Shi Mo didn't say anything, and gradually relaxed his breathing under this body's caress, and fell into a deep sleep.

The ink burned until he was asleep, and then he was about to leave.

But before he got up, his hand was caught.

Mo Ran's eyes suddenly widened, and the dark purple eyes flickered slightly: "Master Mo...?"

"It hurts...don't go..."

The beauty on the couch still had her eyes closed, seeming to be dreaming.

Mo Ran stood there blankly, Shi Mo never asked anyone to help him with anything, he always helped others regardless of return, and only when he was asleep, would he be so soft that Mo Ran would not leave.

So he sat back on the side of the couch, and while looking intently and nostalgicly at the face that haunted his dreams, he continued to rub his stomach slowly. Outside the open window, peach blossoms were falling, and the sky was finally dark.

It was already midnight when Mo Ran suddenly remembered that he had agreed to dinner with his younger brother.

"It's over!" Mo Ran suddenly jumped up and patted his head, "It's over, it's over!!"

At this time, the teacher was already in deep sleep, and the ink burned a stride to the outside and wanted to run to the prison.Suddenly, a blue light flashed in the sky, Elder Xuanji was holding a child in his arms, and the child was holding a small earthen pot in his arms, and the two descended from the sky.

"Elder!"

Xuanji glanced at Mo Ran with a little reproach: "What's going on? Didn't you say you went to pick him up? If I wasn't worried, I went to have a look, Yu...cough, my apprentice may be in prison Wait until tomorrow morning."

"It's the disciple's fault." Mo Ran lowered his head, and after a while, he couldn't help but look up at Chu Wanning, "Junior Brother..."

Xuanji put Chu Wanning down, Chu Wanning held the crock pot, and quietly glanced at Mo Ran: "Have you had dinner yet?"

I never expected that the first sentence he spoke would be this, Mo Ran said in a daze: "No, not yet..."

Chu Wanning came over, held the crock pot to him, and said plainly: "It's still hot, drink some."

Mo Ran stood in place and didn't move for a long time.After he realized it by himself, he had already picked up the little guy and the crock pot and held them in his arms.

"Okay, I'll drink."

The silly boy was afraid that the soup would be cold, so he took off his outer robe and wrapped it around the jar, so his little body was slightly cold when hugged.

The ink burned against his forehead, rubbed it lightly, and blurted out the truth that he had never said in his two lifetimes: "I'm sorry, it's my fault."

Saying goodbye to Xuanji, the two returned to the house.

The outer robe was too crumpled and could not be worn anymore. Mo Ran was afraid that the child would be cold, so he went to the back room to turn over a small blanket for Chu Wanning.Chu Wanning yawned, climbed onto the bench holding the small crock pot, and was about to take two small bowls of soup.Suddenly his eyes blinked twice, and his eyes fell on the leftover meat buns that Shi Mei had eaten.

"..."

Jumping off the stool, Chu Wanning walked to the bedroom, looked at the beauty lying on the couch expressionlessly, without any anger or uttered a word, but felt some strands of coldness emerging from the cracks in the bones, warming Cai just now. One of my hearts was frozen to the point of icy coldness.

When Mo Ran returned to the kitchen, Chu Wanning was still sitting at the table by the window, with one foot on the stool, one foot hanging down, and his arms resting on the window lattice at will.

Hearing the movement, he turned his face back and glanced at Mo Ran.

"Come on, find a Firefox blanket, you put it on first, it's cool at night."

Chu Wanning didn't speak.

Mo Ran walked over and handed him the blanket, but Chu Wanning didn't pick it up, just shook his head, and slowly closed his eyes, as if closing his eyes to rest his mind.

"What's wrong? Don't you like it?"

"..."

"Then I'll look for it for you and see if there's anything else."

Mo Ran smiled and said, rubbed Chu Wanning's hair, turned around and prepared to find another piece, but suddenly found that the crock pot on the table was missing.I couldn't help being stunned for a moment: "Where's my soup?"

"Who said it was yours." Chu Wanning finally spoke, with a cold voice, "Mine."

Mo Ran twitched the corners of his mouth, thinking that he was having a child's temper: "Okay, well, yours is yours, what about your soup?"

Chu Wanning said indifferently: "Throw it away."

"Throw, throw...?"

Chu Wanning ignored him again, jumped off the bench lightly, turned and pushed the door out.

"Hey? Junior Brother? Junior Brother, where are you going?" Mo Ran didn't care about taking the blanket. The murderer was unknown and it was not safe outside, so he quickly followed out.

However, under the peach blossom tree, the small earthen pot containing the stew was still clumsily placed, and it had not been thrown away.Mo Ran breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that he was doing something wrong after all, the younger brother was not angry just now, maybe he was trying to endure it, and after he endured it, he found that he couldn't help it, and there was nothing wrong with losing his temper.

So he walked over and sat next to Chu Wanning.

Chu Wanning was under the peach blossom tree, picked up his small earthen jar, ignored Mo Ran, opened the cover alone, took a spoon bigger than his own face, and wanted to reach in to scoop the soup, but found that he could not reach it at all. When I went in, I couldn't help being even more angry, smashed the spoon to pieces, and sat there holding the jar in a daze.

Mo Ran supported his cheeks, and turned his face to the side to give him an idea: "You just drink directly. Anyway, there are only two of us here, so it's not shameful."

"..."

"Don't you drink it? I'll drink it if you don't drink it. This is the first time my junior brother has cooked soup for me. It can't be wasted." He deliberately teased him, and he was about to grab the jar while talking and smiling.

Unexpectedly, Chu Wanning slapped his hand away with a slap: "Go away."

"..." Mo Ran blinked his eyes, always felt that the conversation was familiar, but then he posted it with a cheeky smile, "Junior brother, it's my fault, don't be angry. I wanted to come here a long time ago Pick you up, but your brother Mingjing suddenly felt unwell, so I delayed. I didn't keep you waiting on purpose."

Chu Wanning still lowered his head and did not speak.

"Then look, I've been so busy that I haven't eaten dinner yet. I'm really hungry." Mo Ran pitifully tugged at his sleeves, "Junior Brother, kindly Junior Brother, my good Junior Brother, please, just Reward your senior brother with a sip of soup."

"..."

Chu WanNing moved a bit, and finally put the soup pot on the ground, raised her head slightly, and turned away.It means that Mo Ran wants to drink and take it by himself.

The ink burned and smiled: "Thank you, brother."

The small earthen pot was filled to the brim, and one could tell at a glance that the younger brother ate very little, but left most of the meat for him, so that there was a lot of meat and little soup.

Mo Ran stared for a while, his eyebrows curved, and he said warmly: "Where is this soup? It is clearly a pot of stew. The younger brother is so kind."

"..."

Not much gossip, Mo Ran took care of the teacher for a long time, and he was really hungry, not to mention the kindness of the younger brother, it can't be wasted.He broke off two twigs from the peach tree, used his fingertips to trim the rough branches neatly, used them as chopsticks, and stuffed a piece of chicken into his mouth.

"Wow, it smells so good."

Mo Ran held the chicken in his mouth, and his eyes were filled with mist. He smiled and said: "It's delicious. My junior brother is really capable."

In fact, this can of soup is not delicious, it is too salty, but in order to make the little brother happy, Mo Ran still gnawed hard, and soon ate most of the chicken, and Chu Wanning never went to see him. With one glance, he sat beside him silently.

Gudu Gudu drank a big mouthful of the soup, the soup was saltier than the meat, and it was even a bit bitter in the mouth, but it was bearable.

Mo Ran picked up another chicken leg, was about to stuff it into his mouth, and suddenly froze for a moment: "How many legs does a chicken have?"

Naturally, no one paid him any attention.

Mo Ran himself replied: "Two."

Then he looked at the chicken leg held by the chopsticks, and at the leftover bone that he had eaten just now.

"..."

The dull man finally raised his head, and asked Chu Wanning in a daze: "Junior brother, are you... are you..." But he didn't have the courage to ask the second half of the sentence.

Are you, have been waiting for me, did not eat dinner.

This can of soup is full of meat, are you waiting for me, until the soup is almost dry, only the meat is left, and there is only such a pitiful little bit after making it, and I thought...

I thought it was because you ate it...and left some for me...I thought it was because you were not good at cooking, and turned the good chicken soup into stewed chicken...

Mo Ran silently put down the crock.

But he found out too late, there were not a few pieces of meat left in the jar.

Chu Wanning finally spoke.

The voice is still calm and pleasant, with some childish tenderness and clarity.

"It was you who said that you would come back for dinner. That's why I waited." He said slowly, without joy or sorrow, "If you don't eat, at least ask someone to bring a letter, don't let me be a fool by myself. Yes ."

"Senior brother..."

Chu Wanning still didn't look at him, turned his face sideways, and Mo Ran couldn't see his expression.

"You ask someone to bring me a letter, telling me that you are going to accompany Master... Tell me that you are going to accompany Senior Brother Mingjing. Is it difficult?"

"..."

"You take my earthen pot. Before you drank the soup, you babbled so much. You asked me if I had eaten. Is it difficult?"

"..."

"Is it difficult to see how many chicken legs are in this jar before you eat it?" The last sentence is a bit funny, and it sounds embarrassing and still can't help laughing.But the ink burning pear vortex has not yet melted, and it froze.

Junior brother, weeping.

If he was an adult, he would definitely not shed tears because of such a trivial matter, but everyone didn't know that the heart-picking willow made his body smaller. Although his mind would not be greatly affected, it would still affect him to a certain extent.If the Qi Ruo body is weak, it is easier to get close to the childish nature.

This hidden nature is extremely difficult to detect, so Mrs. Wang and Elder Tanlang didn't notice it when they took the pulse.

"I will also be hungry and uncomfortable, I am also a human being..." Even though the child's heart has the upper hand, Chu Wanning is still suppressed, he is silent and choked, but his shoulders are trembling, tears Rusty rolled down, his eyes were wet and red.

For so many years, Elder Yuheng has been holding back, no one loves, no one is with him, always pretending not to care, walking past the awe-inspiring crowd in a deserted and aloof manner.

But only when the mind is infected with some childish thoughts, will he tell the truth, will he collapse, and will he express the depression that has accumulated for so long.

It's not that he's not being nice to others, it's just that he's doing many things in silence.

But doing it silently, no one sees, no one cares, after a long time, it is also suffering.

Mo Ran saw the little junior brother's shoulders trembling slightly, felt uncomfortable, and reached out to touch it, but before he touched it, he was slapped open by the other party mercilessly.

"Senior brother..."

"Don't touch me." Chu Wanning is strong after all, whether he is old or young, he wiped away his tears and stood up suddenly, "I'm going to sleep, you go to accompany your junior brother, Get away from me."

"........."

In his anger, he even forgot that Shi Mei was actually older than Mo Ran.

Mo Ran opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but Chu Wanning had already left, and quickly entered another bedroom, closing the door with a bang.

But in Lingxiao Pavilion, there are only two bedrooms in one courtyard.

Mo Ran's original plan was to let Shi Yu sleep in a room by himself, and squeeze a room with his younger brother, but the younger brother was so angry that he locked it, it seems that the younger brother's room can't go.

He doesn't want to sleep indiscriminately on the teacher's bed.What's more, being accused by Chu Wanning and making the other party cry, Mo Ran's mind was in chaos, and he didn't have the mind to think about those romances. He just sat in the yard full of peach blossoms, holding Chu The crock that Wan Ning brought to herself along the way.After a long time, he sighed, raised his hand and slapped himself, cursing in a low voice: "It's not a thing."

So this night, Mo Ran simply used the sky as a cover and the ground as a mat, lying on the ground full of peach blossoms, staring blankly at the sky.

Junior brother... Shi Mo... Master... Xue Meng... The murderer under Jin Chengchi who pretended to seduce and never showed up... Chu Xun and his son in the illusion...

Many fuzzy shadows passed before his eyes, and he vaguely felt that something was wrong, but the feeling was so weak that he didn't even notice it, and it disappeared in a flash.

Recipe, Shining.

Raising his hand to catch a fallen peach blossom, Mo Ran looked at the crimson dead soul carefully against the moonlight.

In an instant, it seemed as if he had returned to the end of his previous life, and he lay down in the coffin cast in advance. That day, the flowers all over the mountain withered and fell silently.

It's just that the crabapple fell down.

crabapple...

Why did he clearly, in his previous life and present life, loved Shi Mei, but before he died, he buried himself under the crabapple tree, in front of the Tongtian Tower, and at the place where he first met Chu Wanning? .

Many things I did in my previous life, now I think about it with horror, and the longer I live again, the more I can't understand why I acted so cruelly back then.

Slaughtering the city, bullying, killing teachers...and forcing Chu Wanning and himself to do such things...

Mo Ran threw away the peach blossoms, covered his forehead with his hands, and slowly closed his eyes.

The younger brother said just now, "I will be hungry and sad, and I am also human", this sentence has been lingering in my ears, the person who spoke was the younger brother, but for a moment, Mo Ran suddenly reflected another person's figure.

It was a man in a snow-colored suit.In a blink of an eye, the white clothes turned into scarlet phoenix robes and dragged on the floor, very much like the appearance of the ghost master of ceremonies who worshiped him in the hallucinatory hallucination.

"I'm human too..."

It will be sad, it will hurt.

Ink burning...

I will be in pain too.

Mo Ran suddenly felt a severe suffocation in his heart, as if something was about to come out, and fine cold sweat oozes from his forehead.

He closed his eyes, panting slowly.

Muttering: "...I'm sorry..."

I don't know who I'm apologizing to, junior brother, or the old friend in the scarlet robe and phoenix robe...

In the bedroom, Shi Mei sat up.

He didn't turn on the light, and quietly came to the window with his bare crystal clear feet. Through the crack of the window, he looked out from a distance and lay down among the petals, with one hand still holding the ink burning in the crock pot, his eyes were dim, and he didn't know where he was. Think about something.

In the early morning of the next day, Mo Ran, who was lying among the flowers and plants, wrinkled his nose, took a big breath of fresh air, stretched his waist and prepared to get up.

However, he hadn't stretched his waist halfway, when he heard a scream piercing the silence of the High Heaven Pavilion.

"what--!!!"

Mo Ran opened his eyes suddenly, and when he got up, the scene in front of him instantly made his bones and blood cold, and he was stunned!

The fifteen elite feathermen who were in charge of guarding the Lingxiao Pavilion were all strangled overnight. The method of death was exactly the same as the eighteenth, with a bright red willow vine tied around their necks.

—Damn it!

Those fifteen people were hung in the lush peach blossom forest of the Ling Xiao Pavilion, with fluttering red sleeves, long skirts reaching the ground, and their bodies swaying slightly with the wind blowing through the forest. They looked like fifteen dried flowers. It is desolate and treacherous, eerie and exquisite.

The one who yelled was a low-level featherman who came to deliver breakfast. She was trembling with fright, and the bamboo basket in her hand had already dropped to the ground, spilling porridge, noodles and snacks all over the floor.

Seeing Mo Ran standing in the yard, the Feathermen trembled even more, tremblingly turned their hands behind their backs, and pulled something behind them.

Mo Ran stepped forward subconsciously: "No, listen to me..."

It was too late, the Featherman touched the Bending Advent Talisman tattooed on his back.The Crash Curse is the most important method of communication for the Feathermen. Almost instantly, Feathermen from all over the world in the Peach Blossom Forest descended from the black sky with fiery red wings.

And everything in front of them stunned everyone.

"Sister!!"

"sister--!"

After the dead silence, heart-piercing screams and cries erupted among the Feathermen.This huge movement attracted the monks from Taohuayuan one after another.Exclamations and doubts, anger and screams, soon surrounded the entire Ling Xiao Pavilion.

"Ink burning! What else do you have to say now!"

"Murderer! Desperate!"

Those Feathermen were already furious, screaming and crying sharply: "Kill for life! Kill him! Kill him!"

Mo Ran really couldn't argue, he said: "If I am a murderer, I can kill them all, why should I stay here in Lingxiao Pavilion? Waiting for you to catch me?"

A fiery-haired Featherman tearfully cursed: "Bah! It's already like this, you, you still have the face..."

Someone also said angrily: "If you are not the murderer, why did the murderer kill all the guards but not you?"

"that is!"

"It's true that you know people, know faces, but don't know your heart!"

"Even if the murderer is not you, he must be someone who has something to do with you! Otherwise, why didn't he kill you! Tell me!"

"eye for eye!"

Mo Ran really laughed out loud.

In his previous life, he killed people like hemp, and few dared to mention "blood debts" to him. In this life, he did not kill people, but he was wronged to the fullest. In this world, it is really... He closed his eyes, just About to say something, suddenly a red glow flew over from the sky.

Yumin Shangxian floated down from the clouds, looked around coldly, with a very ugly expression on his face.

"Ink rain."

"Shangxian."

The Featherman Shangxian stared at him for a while, then walked to one of the corpses, and lifted the blood-stained willow vines around the corpse's neck.

"Where's your weapon? Take it out and let me see."

"..."

"Don't you want to?"

Mo Ran sighed, his weapon is hell, during this period of practice, I don't know how many people have seen it, and a large number of people saw it when the accident happened on the [-]th.Take it out at this time, and compare the hell with the willow sticks on the necks of those dead Feathermen, which will undoubtedly add another heavy hammer to his crime.But if you don't take it, you will be even more guilty.

With a sound of "嗖", a blazing red light appeared in his palm, and the ghost took form from his flesh and blood, flowing with hissing and bursting red splendor, "If the Immortal wants to see it, then let's see it.

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