This really cannot be blamed on Mo Ran. Anyone who is trapped with someone who has been in bed countless times with him in such a claustrophobic space, no matter whether the bed is true or false, out of revenge or out of liking, smelling the familiar smell on the other person, can't help but feel a little rippling.

What's more, Mo Ran is a bastard.

Shi Mei is his white moonlight, and he absolutely cannot bear to touch it or destroy it.

He was just trying to destroy Chu Wanning, and only when facing Chu Wanning, all his darkness, beast desires, and violent rage in his bones could be vented unscrupulously.

Crush this person, tear it through under him, and force him to play all the tricks that he would never play on Shi Mei.

In his previous life, every time he saw Chu Wanning tilting his neck and rolling Adam's apple, he felt that he was about to become a beast that only knows how to drink blood. He wanted to bite the man's throat, grind his teeth and suck blood, and chew his flesh.

If he doesn't feel sorry for Wanning, he will be able to destroy others.

In the end, the body developed a habit. As long as you smell the fragrance of Chu Wanning, the stomach will get fire and your heart will itch, so you want to tie the person to the bed and fuck it.

The coffin was quiet for a moment, and Mo Ran's slightly anxious heartbeat could be heard.

He knew that Chu Wanning's face was very close, and he could feel the other party's breathing. If he bite it at this time, Chu Wanning would definitely not be able to break free, but...

Let it go.

Mo Ran leaned back and set a distance from Chu Wanning. This was really not easy, because there was really not much space in the coffin.

"Sorry, Master." Mo Ran beat him and pretended to be a grandson. "I didn't expect this coffin to be shook!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the coffin slanted again. Mo Ran rolled into Chu Wanning's arms again.

Chu Wanning: “…………”

Mo Ran retreated again and the coffin shook again, and this happened several times.

"I don't believe in evil anymore." Mo Ran leaned back again.

The golden boy and jade girl were probably walking on a slope, and she couldn't slip in the coffin wall. She didn't hold on for too long, and Mo Ran rolled helplessly in front of Chu Wanning.

"Master..." bit his lip, feeling aggrieved.

This guy was originally a bit cute as a young man. If he deliberately wanted to hide his wolf tail and pretend to be a puppy, he actually pretended to be very similar.

Chu Wanning didn't say anything.

Mo Ran really didn't want to go back and forth again, so he simply gave up on his struggle: "I didn't mean it."

Chu Wanning: “…”

Mo Ran whispered: "But the wound on his back hurts so much..."

In the darkness, Chu Wanning seemed to sigh softly. The gongs and drums outside were a little noisy, and Mo Ran was not sure if he really heard it clearly.

But the next moment, Mo Ran smelled a clearer fragrance of crabapple flowers, and Chu Wanning held his hand behind him, blocking the gap that he might suddenly hit through.

Although it was not a hug, Chu Wanning's arms were empty and he deliberately avoided contact with Mo Ran's body. Only the clothes and Mo Ran were touched, but this posture was somewhat intimate.

"Be careful, don't bump it again." The voice was heavy, like porcelain soaked in the stream, with a kind of ancient dignity and a way to listen without hatred. It was actually very outstanding.

"……Um."

Suddenly no one spoke again.

Mo Ran was still a young man who was still experiencing a height at this time, not as tall as adults, so he leaned against Chu Wanning's arms, and his forehead just reached Chu Wanning's chin.

This feeling is very familiar and unfamiliar.

What I know is the person lying beside me.

But what is strange is that this is the posture.

Once upon a time, the past was all about him lying on the Wushan Palace on the top of life and death, and he had become the lonely Emperor of Immortality. In the long and breathless darkness, he held Chu Wanning in his arms tightly.

At that time, he was already taller than Chu Wanning and his strength was greater than his master. His arms were like iron pliers and cages, locking the remaining warmth in his arms, like holding the last handful of fire in the world.

He lowered his head and kissed Chu Wanning's long ink hair, then greedily attached himself to his face, buried it deep in the other party's neck, biting and chewing without pity.

"I hate you, Chu Wanning. I hate you so much."

There was a little hoarseness in his voice.

"But, I'm the only one who's left."

A violent collision shattered Mo Ran's memories, and the sound of gongs and drums suddenly stopped, and the fields were silent.

“Master…”

Chu Wanning stretched out his hand, lit his lips, and said in a deep voice: "Don't talk, we're here."

Sure enough, there was no sound of footsteps outside, and the fields were silent.

A cluster of light golden flames lit up at Chu Wanning's fingertips, and he slashed the wall of the coffin and drew a narrow hole, just enough for the two people to see through the hole.

They were indeed carried to the outskirts of Caidie Town. The earthen temple where the ghost ceremonies were enshrined was filled with dense burial coffins. The fragrant fragrance of butterflies in the air became stronger and stronger, and it drifted into the coffin through the pores.

Mo Ran suddenly felt something was wrong: "Master, do you think that the fragrance here and the fragrance in the illusion seem to be a little different from the one in Mr. Chen's coffin?"

“…How do you say it?”

Mo Ran is quite sensitive to the breath. He said: "Before, we were in Beishan, the smell that floated out of the moment the coffin was split. There was nothing that made me uncomfortable. It should be Baidie Fragrance Powder. But since I entered the illusion, I always felt that although the smell was similar, there were some subtle differences. But I couldn't figure out what was different, but now... I think I probably know."

Chu Wanning looked at him with a look: "Don't you like this smell?"

Mo Ran leaned against the gap, still staring outside, and then said, "Well. I have never liked to smell the incense since I was a child. There is also the smell in the illusion. It is not the fragrance of butterfly flowers at all, but the special high incense burned by people from Caidian Town when worshiping the ghost masters. Look there—"

Chu Wanning looked at him along his sight. In the clay incense burner in front of the earthen temple, there was indeed a scent of three arms as thick as a vertical scent, and it was quietly passing a sweet smell into the wind.

People in Caidie Town are good at making various spices with hundreds of flowers, so they are all made in the town by themselves and do not buy them outside. Since they are all flower species planted in the suburbs of the town, the taste they make is not that big for laymen.

Chu Wanning pondered: "Is it possible that the fragrance in Mr. Chen's coffin has nothing to do with the smell in the illusion?"

Before he could figure out the details of this new discovery, the dazzling red light suddenly emitted from the earthen temple interrupted his thoughts. The two people hiding in the coffin looked at each other and saw that the temple was shining brightly, reflecting the surrounding area. There was a row of iron racks next to the temple, with red lotus lanterns for making wishes on it. The lotus lanterns were originally extinguished, but at this time, they were lit up one by one.

The boys and girls who were guarding each coffin knelt down and recited: "The Empress of the Etiquette descended to earth and guided us and other wild ghosts to escape from suffering forever. We will meet a good man, lie in the same coffin, and be companion of the underworld."

Amid the sound of reciting, the ghost celebrating in the temple emitted a golden fairy light all over her body. Then she lowered her eyelids, slowly pulled the corners of her mouth, and leaped down from the worship platform.

The movements are quite handsome and elegant.

Unfortunately, my body was made of soil and was too heavy. Every girl's family came from, and with a bang, she smashed a big hole on the ground.

Mo Ran: "Puff."

Chu Wanning: “…”

The Ghost Emcee seemed to be quite dissatisfied with her roots. She stared at the big pit on the ground for a while before she walked out of the pit and sorted out her clothes.

She looked like a woman with bright makeup, wearing red and green, and was quite happy. In the dark night, it turned its neck and came to the coffin of a hundred people. The night wind was filled with the fishy smell of corpses. She seemed to be in a better mood, slowly spread her arms and laughed twice, "Gee, Gee".

"If you believe in me and worship me, you will be able to meet a good marriage and accomplish the lifelong event that you have not fulfilled before your lifetime." His young voice drifted in the night, and the ghosts kowtowed excitedly.

"Bless the Empress of the Eminent—"

"Please give the emcee a marriage-"

This kind of pleading was heard one after another. The Ghost Emcee seemed to enjoy it very much. He slowly walked through the rows of burial coffins, lit bright red vermilion nails scraped across the coffin board, making a harsh and sharp sound.

Mo Ran said curiously: "Master, I remember you said that demons, immortals, ghosts, gods and demons are all in the six realms, but this immortal is not in the nine heavens, so why do you join the ghosts underground?"

"Because it is in charge of ghost marriage, it mainly eats the offerings of ghosts." Chu Wanning said, "Ghosts can greatly increase her skills, otherwise she would not have been able to become an immortal body in just a hundred years. With such benefits, she would naturally be willing to join the 'friends' of the underworld."

The Ghost Eminent walked around the coffin group and returned to the front. His empty and tender voice sounded again: "Open a coffin and give you a marriage. Start from the left first."

With its order, the first coffin on the left slowly opened, and the golden boy and jade girl greeted each other. The two corpses inside swayed out. The gorgeous red auspicious uniform made the dead face pale and lifeless.

The couple of ghost marriages slowly came to the Ghost Honour and knelt down.

The Ghost Emcee put his hand between them and said, "I gave you marriage after your death in the name of the Emcee, and from then on, the couple will be in harmony with each other."

Mo Ran rolled his eyes and muttered: "If you can't write poetry, don't write it. A good word for a vow to marry is so lewd."

Chu Wanning said coldly: "You are dirty."

Mo Ran shut up.

But not long after, the Ghost Emcee proved with practice that it was not Mo Ran's dirty, but the god in charge of ghost marriage was really dirty.

I saw that the pair of corpses who were given marriage seemed to have swallowed spring medicine. They were already two dead ghosts, but suddenly they began to tear each other's clothes and hugged each other frantically, and they even started to tangle in public shamelessly.

Chu Wanning: “…………………”

Mo Ran: “…………………”

"I give you the joy of family life in the name of the ceremonial master. Yin and Yang can be intertwined, but what's wrong with life and death!"

The shouts of the Ghost Emcee became sharper and louder.

The movements of the two corpses became more and more exaggerated. After the male corpse took off his clothes, he was furious and energetic, no difference from living people.

Mo Ran was shocked: "...this...fuck...it's OK?"
Chapter completed!