Since that day, a strange scene has appeared in Mengpo Hall.

There is never a "Elder Yuheng Special Seat" that no one dares to sit well, but there is a lot of Mo Weiyu.

The disciples who came and went to see Mo Ran and Chu Wanning having dinner together. The two of them sat face to face. Mo Ran would always pick up some dishes into his master's bowl.

"Shh, look, Senior Brother Mo handed the elder another piece of beef brisket. Wow, that big piece, I bet Elder Yuheng won't eat it."

Not far away, a group of disciples whispered, lowering their voices and stooling.

"I can't eat it either, either. Elder Yuheng doesn't seem to like beef very much."

"Then I bet he will eat it. After all, he accepted the pigeon eggs in front of him."

The group glanced at the other side. They held their breath intently. Seeing Chu Wanning frowning and poking the beef with the tip of chopsticks, they said something to Mo Ran with a calm face.

The distance was a little farther, they couldn't hear it clearly, but Mo Ran seemed to have said a few words, and Chu Wanning's face became even worse.

The disciples A, Yi and C who bet on Chu Wanning would not eat were immediately happy. They were so obsessed that they almost sent their spoons in the soup.

"Look, the elder doesn't eat anymore, he doesn't eat anymore!"

"Don't poke me with your elbow, whisper, if Elder Yuheng hears you bet on him, you will have to peel you alive!"

"Hehehe, I don't care, these twenty silver leaves are mine~"

As the disciple said, he wanted to get the silver leaf on the dining table as a bargaining chip, but before he could touch the hand, he heard the people next to him lower their voices and shouted nervously: "Wait, the winner is not decided, the elder has moved his chopsticks again!"

"What?"

Looking again, Chu Wanning picked up the beef brisket. The gamblers looked at it with a gambler and felt that their hearts were also pinched by the white jade chopsticks. They were not up or down, and they were pinching it so painful.

"I'm going to eat, I'm going to eat... Twenty silver leaves, twenty silver leaves, twenty silver leaves..." The disciple who bet Chu Wanning would eat beef brisket kept muttering, shaking his legs nervously. Suddenly his eyes stagnated, and his whole body seemed to be frozen, "Ah!!"

Elder Yuheng actually threw the beef that had been picked up back into Mo Ran's bowl without saying a word!

“…………”

"Hahahaha, win, win!"

"I just said that the elder definitely won't eat it. Come on, the leaves are all my belongs to me."

The disciple who lost the bet sighed and suddenly became listless. He hit the dining table, tilted his head and choked speechlessly, looking at Chu Wanning in the direction of dazed.

Elder, I was wrong. I shouldn’t bet on you. I lost so much that I didn’t even have the money to buy spirit stones this month!

Just as he was complaining, he suddenly saw Mo Ran's elbows moving, his tall body leaned forward slightly, and said a few more words to Chu Wanning. Then the defeated disciple saw their senior brother Mo pick up the beef brisket again, and put it with some vegetables, and handed it to Chu Wanning's lips again.

...

???

This disciple was shocked - Senior Brother Mo is planning to feed the elders food directly!?

Obviously Chu Wanning was also very unaccustomed to it. He knocked Mo Ran's chopsticks without hesitation and said two words with a serious expression.

That lip style is so easy to understand:

lay down!

Mo Ran smiled and put the chopsticks of vegetables and beef back, but not in his own bowl, but in the master's bowl. Chu Wanning had no choice but to sigh, and ate the vegetables silently in the eyes of more than ten chicken thieves who were not aware of.

“…”

The gamblers on this table were already stunned. The disciples who thought they had won the game before were all dumbfounded, and the silver leaves in their hands were slid off.

The buddy who was lying on the sluggish side immediately bounced up and resurrected with blood, his eyes shining brightly, and he said enthusiastically: "Hahaha, turn defeat into victory! Turn defeat into victory! Senior brother, junior brother, I'm sorry, all these leaves still have to belong to me, hahaha, I'll bet tomorrow, haha, I'll bet tomorrow!"

The master and apprentice on the other side were unaware of it. Mo Ran held up the chopsticks and slowly squeezed the rice in the bowl while watching Chu Wanning lower his head and ate the beef brisket.

Meng Potang was a little hot. Mo Ran's left arm sleeve was rolled to his elbow, revealing a piece of firm and slender arm. The muscles of the arm were shaking and undulating under the honey-colored skin. He scooped a bowl of soup and specially added a few extra pieces of ribs to the bowl while Chu Wanning was not paying attention. The meat was on the bottom of the soup and was not easy to see.

"Master, let's finish the soup and drive away the cold."

"broth?"

Mo Ran blinked: "It seems like yes, I didn't pay attention when I hit it, and I forgot."

Chu Wanning looked at the noodle soup and saw a piece of green and oily vegetable leaves floating. It looked very delicious, so she didn't push it away and took it over and drank a spoonful.

"Is it delicious?"

"not bad."

"Then don't waste it." Mo Ran smiled, "drink more."

Chu Wanning glanced at him lightly: "You dare to say to me? Don't cook so many dishes in the future. If you can't eat, you will have to share the burden for you."

"Haha, OK, then I'll try less next time."

Seeing Chu Wanning nodding, Mo Ran picked up his soup bowl. The soup was a bit hot. He blew the soup noodles, and the hot air dissipated, reflecting his firm face.

Hot soup is an extremely wonderful food. It is obviously just a bowl of boiled water and some meat and vegetables seasonings, but it can warm the whole person from the stomach to the heart. Drinking soup with the person you like is like throwing a small stone into the water, and ripples on the lake surface are blooming layer by layer, shining with light.

Mo Ran couldn't help but sigh softly involuntarily in the tranquility that had not been easy for this life.

It turns out that time is leisurely, and when you drink it, it only tastes like a bowl of soup.

For this bowl of soup, he once grinded his teeth and sucked blood, and killed people like numb. For this bowl of soup, he now regrets and breaks his heart.

He held the soup bowl and drank very quickly.

Whether it is the uneasiness in his heart, the uncertainty about the future, or the regret and guilt, he is unwilling to think too much about this moment. He has lived too few good days, so he needs to snatch it day and night. It’s not that he doesn’t want to taste it slowly, leisurely, but he actually envies people like Xue Meng, who are born with wealth, so he is always calm.

Mo Ran couldn't be calm. He often had so few things that he was always grinning and scrambling forever. The things he snatched were afraid of being snatched away, so he could only eat them immediately. He almost retained his original animal nature in this regard. He felt that only by eating the food into his stomach and hiding it in his stomach could he be at ease. Only when he truly owned this thing, no one could take it away.

When he was a child, he scrambled for food with other children.

In his previous life, he and the immortal kings competed for the world.

And in this life, he just wants to grab this bowl of soup.

He knew that he had done a lot of evil things and was afraid that fate would one day be settled with him, so he just wanted to steal his little bit of pitiful happiness, and then run wildly, leaving fate far behind.

Like all those who had committed serious crimes and Pan Ran regretted and wanted to come back again, although Mo Ran kept laughing, he was still uneasy in his heart. He knew that "good and evil will be rewarded in the end" was not a false statement. When the excitement was getting colder, he always felt that the peace in front of him was fake, like a mirage, like a mirror, water and moon, and he would eventually wake up and return to the empty Wushan Palace, and return to hell.

So, he wanted to drink a few more sips before the soup was cold.

In this way, if one day he will be punished with evil, be despised by the world, judged by fate, and pushed into the abyss of the cold pool again, he can also walk alone with this breath of heat.

"What are you thinking?" Chu Wanning asked him.

"Ah." Mo Ran came to his senses, responded softly, and then smiled, "It's nothing, I like to be dazed when I'm full."

Chu Wanning glanced at his empty bowl: "Have you finished drinking?"

"Um."

"You seem to like today's pork rib soup?"

"Haha, yes."

Chu Wanning took his bowl and said, "I'll go and add some more to you."

He quickly returned and indeed brought a large bowl of broth full of soup, which was a little hot. After putting down the bowl, Chu Wanning used the tip of his fingers to soften the tip of his ears, which not only warmed the ears but also lowered the temperature of his fingers.

He sat down again and said, "Drink."

"What a bowl full."

"Drink slowly." Chu Wanning said, "There is not enough, and no one will snatch it from you."

Mo Ran was touched by the simplest sentence. He held the soup bowl, his dark eyes fell, with a light nasal sound, and responded with a smile: "Okay."

Chu Wanning didn't know that at that moment, Mo Ran did not hold the bowl of soup full of soup at that moment, and shed tears as she heard the sound of "It's not enough, no one will snatch it from you."

Chu Wanning left for five years, but he suffered and blamed himself for five years.

Five years later, his master told him to take his time.

Mo Ran's heart suddenly felt very painful. The closer he was to Chu Wanning, the more sad he felt. In fact, if he didn't pay attention to many things, he would not be able to see the affection behind him. But now he looked at it with all his heart, and saw that Chu Wanning was so tolerant, so gentle and kind to him.

He actually ruined such a person in his previous life.

What kind of virtue can you do in this life? Can you stay with you forever?

His heart was trembling and struggling in pain. While he felt that he was not worthy, he felt that he should be far away from Chu Wanning, and he felt that he had the face that he had come from, and he had the face to smile at Chu Wanning, and he was kind to Chu Wanning? Shameless!

But on the other hand, he longed forever - is that it just like this? Can it just be like this? They have a long life, so that he can redeem the sins he once committed bit by bit, okay?

——

I was covered in sin and returned from the mountain of corpses.

I used my hands full of blood in my past life to hold up the mellow and warm soup in this life.

I wish I could kneel down and not get up for the rest of my life, and my soul would return to purgatory after death. I just hope you... I am willing to hold a cup and taste it briefly.

"Master."

I don’t know when Xue Meng came.

Mo Ran came to his senses. In fact, since Chu Wanning's death, he has been so self-blame and uneasy almost all day and night. After soaking in such emotions for a long time, his whole body will appear heavy, which is not a good thing for others. Therefore, he has been working hard to adjust his emotions, and has only been a little better in the past year.

But occasionally there are one or two points in life that will still touch him, and he will still fall into entanglement and self-loathing because of a word or something.
To be continued...