The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

That night, Mo Ran fell asleep leaning against the crabapple tree.

There are many places on the top of death and life, and there are traces of Chu Wanning's life. If you want to pay homage, it is best to go to the Red Lotus Water Pavilion, but he can only feel the pain if he leans on this flower tree. A little breath of the world.

He once thought that it was his great misfortune to worship Chu Wanning as his teacher. This worship was wrong from the beginning.

But it was only today that he realized that the unfortunate person was not Mo Weiyu, but Chu Wanning who was standing in the flowers and tea, bowing his head and meditating.

"Xianjun, Xianjun, please take care of me."

He vaguely remembered the first sentence he said to his master, it seemed to be like this, maybe there was a slight deviation in the words and sentences, it was too long, and he no longer remembered it so clearly.

But he could clearly recall Chu Wanning's dazed and stunned face when he raised his eyelashes.

Between the eyebrows and eyes, it looks very gentle.

Now that Mo Ran is lying under the flower tree, he thinks that if time can go back to the day when he chose a teacher, he should not pester Chu Wanning any more and let him accept himself as a disciple.

Because the price of raising the eyes at that moment is the endless entanglement in the future, and it is the life of Chu Wanning.

Two lifetimes.

He ruined it all in his own hands.

two lifetimes...

His throat was throbbing, and he closed his eyes with choked sobs. It took a long, long time before he fell asleep in the pain of thousands of ants eating his heart.

Then, the memory that he never dared to touch easily since his rebirth, broke free from the shackles in his sleep, held up a knife, and dug out his heart.

At that time, I had reached the top of the world, and Chu Wanning had already had her spirit core abolished, and she was under house arrest in the deep palace without freedom.

However, he suffered several assassinations in succession, the last assassination was even jointly carried out by Xue Meng and Mei Hanxue. Although Mo Ran was not killed on the spot because of his strong mana, he was also seriously injured and raised a full body in the palace. After more than a month, I regained my energy.

It was rainy in central Sichuan, and during that period of time, it was even more rainy all day long.

Mo Ran was wearing a thick brocade robe, with jade-colored five fingers pinching the front of the robe, standing under the corridor and looking at the dark sky outside, the expression on his face was a little happy and crazy, he didn't say a word, but everyone could feel the twist on him He has a very handsome face, but the light in his eyes is often gloomy and tyrannical, without any warmth.

The longer he sat in high office, the more pronounced this gloominess became.

He heard footsteps behind him, but without turning his head, he just said, "Here you are?"

"Are you going to destroy the Kunlun Snow Palace?" Chu Wanning's voice sounded faintly in the hall.

Mo Ran said: "So what."

"...Did you forget what you promised me? You said that you would not hurt Xue Meng's life again."

The ink burned calmly and said: "Master came here and didn't ask me how my injury was. Standing here and blowing the wind is cold, and I only care about who I kill or not?"

"Mo Weiyu, I'm here to tell you, don't do anything you regret."

"Oh, regret it? The person who should regret it is you, Master. Back then, when I slaughtered Confucianism, you fought to the death with me, and your spiritual core was shattered. Now I want to slaughter the Snow Palace. You are no different from ordinary people. You are no different from me. You no longer have the ability to duel, do you regret your meddling back then?"

After Mo Ran finished speaking, he turned his face to the side and looked back, with a cruel smile on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes flashed; "Chu Wanning, you are a useless person now, what can you do to stop me?"

Perhaps it was because there was really nothing left, Chu Wanning was speechless for a long time.

There was a bang of thunder, and heavy rain poured down along the roof tiles and beams.

Chu Wanning finally closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he said softly: "Don't go."

The black robe flew, and Mo Ran turned around.

Behind him is the leaden gray sky, it is cold wind and rain, he looked at Chu Wanning in the hall, and then said: "Why don't you go? I gave Xue Meng a chance, and you were willing to be under me for him that year Yufu, I kept my promise, took your man and let him go—now that he is going to kill me, why don’t I go?”

"..."

"What? Can't speak?" Mo Ran sneered, "Rebuke me, insult me, Chu Wanning, aren't you very capable? I know, Xue Meng is your darling, and you are the most proud disciple, you think he is a child at heart, and I am a piece of mud on the sole of his shoe."

"Enough." Chu Wanning's face was pale, and his brows were tightly knit, as if trying to suppress something.

"Not enough! How is it enough?" When the ink burned, the cruel joy in his heart became stronger, and the rage, ecstasy, hatred, jealousy, and all kinds of intense emotions were like a fire cooking oil, tormenting his heart.

His eyes were very bright and shining, and he paced back and forth.

"There is no second chance, Chu Wanning, he has no second chance. I will kill him, peel off his skin and step on his feet, and drink his skull with wine! I will take out his liver and intestines , Minced his flesh and blood to stew! You can't stop me! - Chu Wanning, you can't stop me!"

His eyes were smoky and red, and the more he talked, the happier he was, almost frantic.

Suddenly a hand grabbed his skirt and slapped him across the face.

"Crazy enough!"

Chu Wanning's face was so close, he saw the other's eyelashes trembling, and there were tears in his eyes.

"Mo Ran...you wake up, you wake up..."

"I'm awake!" The burning pain on his cheeks made him even more crazy. He stared at Chu Wanning's face, and suddenly he was furious, "I'm awake! You are the one who sleeps! Are you blind?"

He pushed the other party away and tore open his skirt, revealing the bloody gauze underneath.

"Are you blind, Chu Wanning!" He roared, poking his chest, and felt that it was not enough, so he tore off the gauze, causing a blur of flesh and blood...

"Who did this? Your good apprentice! Xue Meng! I'll die if his Dragon City is a little bit off! You tell me, why should I let him go!"

"In your eyes, only his life is life, mine is not, right?!" Under the hatred, Mo Ran grabbed Chu Wanning's hand and stuck it on his bloody wound, "You Don't you want to stop me? Well, I will give you a chance to take out my heart! ——Chu Wanning, you have the fucking ability to take out my heart!!"

"..." Chu Wanning's fingertips were trembling, so icy, so cold.

Mo Ran stared at him, furious, violent, and the veins in his neck were trembling.

He hoarsely said: "You take it out."

It was raining heavily outside, knocking on the tiles and eaves, and I was so nervous and crazy.

Dead silence.

No one moved.

I don't know how long it took, Mo Ran finally let go of Chu Wanning's hand, gasped lowly, and said in a deep voice: "I will decide the lives of Xue Ziming and Mei Hanxue."

"..."

"You hate me, Master." Mo Ran said, "Anyway, this is the way I am in this life, and this is the way we are in this life. We can't turn back, so let's go on in the dark. Huangquan Road, I will drag some old friends for company."

That day, Chu Wanning looked at his black back, and finally said a word.

He said: "Mo Ran, if you destroy the Treading Snow Palace and kill Xue Meng, I will die in front of you too. I have nothing to exchange with you, but at least I can choose to die."

Mo Ran listened, paused, then turned half of his handsome face, and smiled in the drowsy wind and rain.

"With me here, you can't die."

"..."

"I can bring you back from the Temple of Yama with all your blood. No matter how disgusting you are in your life, you have to live with me." After Mo Ran's madness was released, his face gradually returned to his usual calmness. Calmly, he said, "My good master, you just stay at the peak of death and life. When I catch Xue Meng back, I will let him take a good look. What is the god he cares about day and night under my body now?" He looks lascivious. Anyway, we are in the same family, I should let him die clearly and clearly."

However, Mo Ran never thought that Master Chu was still Master Chu after all.

One month later, Mo Ran fulfilled his bold words. He stood proudly on the top of Kunlun Mountain, in front of Tianchi Lake.Mei Hanxue and Xue Meng have been captured by him, put on the icicle, and then used the Zhenlong chess game to control the minds of thousands of people in the Snow Palace, letting them slaughter each other in front of Mei and Xue.

The white and majestic snow-capped mountains were instantly dyed red, and the blood stained the Tianchi Lake and soaked the mountains.

Mo Ran was sitting in front of the palace gate of Treading Snow Palace, eating the grapes handed by the servants, while smiling and looking at the scene in front of him.

He asked Xue Meng, whose eyes were almost out of focus, and he said, "Mengmeng, is it good?"

"..." Xue Meng didn't respond, as if he had lost his hearing.

Mo Ran was very satisfied with this, so he smiled more and more intimately, and he asked again: "Do you like the performance that my cousin showed you?"

"...You let the Snow Treading Palace go."

Suddenly hearing such a weak murmur, Mo Ran blinked and asked, "What?"

"You let Treading Snow Palace go." Xue Meng's always scorching eyes were no longer bright, "Let them go, let Mei Hanxue go... that assassination, the one who killed you was me, you killed me Come on, don't kill others."

Mo Ran laughed: "Are you negotiating terms with me?"

"No." Xue Meng opened his eyes empty, and he said, "I'm begging you."

The proud son of heaven said, I am begging you.

The devil in his heart was suddenly pleased, Mo Ran's eyes glowed, and he seemed to be interested. He pinched Xue Meng's chin and forced the other party to look up at him. Just as he was about to say something, suddenly the sky lit up. From Bise Guanghua.

"what happened?"

Before the entourage he brought had time to answer, they saw above Cuiwei Snow Peak, a radiant magic circle stretching for thousands of miles, covering the entire Kunlun Mountains.

Above the magic circle, Chu Wanning's white clothes are like snow, and his clothes are fluttering, standing in the clouds.

In front of him hangs a strangely shaped guqin, the whole body is pitch-black, the tail of the qin is curled upwards, the lush branches and leaves are scattered, the begonia weeping dew on the top, and the brilliance is scattered.

——Chu Wanning's third martial arts, "Nine Songs".

The author has something to say:

Although there is no cure for Gouzi's 0.5 madness, but inexplicably he likes to write 0.5-related plots, hahahaha~

Welcome to help the master of the previous life beat the dogs of the previous life crazily, hahaha~