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202, the master meets the devil for the first time(2/3)

"..." Mo Ran did not turn around, but there was a thin light in his pupils.

"You should know that what is stored there are some fragments of forbidden arts controlled by the top ten sects."

Mo Ran stopped and said, "I know."

"One of the most important fragments has obvious signs of being turned over."

Mo Ran sneered: "What does that have to do with me?"

He was holding on, and he knew that as long as the sky question came out and he was coiled around his interrogation, his sinful behaviors and the budding inner demons would be exposed under Chu Wanning's nose.

His big dream and his ambitions were all over.

Chu Wanning was silent for a moment: "Mo Ran, how long are you going to be stubborn?"

There was a faint resentment in my voice.

"..." Mo Ran didn't answer, but could almost expect what would happen next.

Expected the golden light of the sky that flashed by.

I expected Chu Wanning to ask himself why he did such a thing as a gentleman with such a gentleman's face. Anyway, he would always be so in Chu Wanning's eyes.

"Do you know how dangerous it is right now?"

Hopeless.

He still thought about the four words dryly.

Then he turned his head almost blankly and looked at Chu Wanning's face under the moonlight.

His face was pale, and there was a vague unstability under his sword eyebrows. He looked at him with a pair of eyes that looked like a fire, but he could not see through anything and could not see through anything.

"If someone really practices the forbidden technique, it will kill people. If you don't sleep at night and run to such a remote place, would you want to lose your life in vain?"

“…”

Chu Wanning's voice was low, almost biting: "So many people died in the Battle of Sky Rift, haven't you taught you how to cherish your life? Since you know that the fragments were stolen, how can you still be so worried!"

Mo Ran was silent, staring at the other party with dark brown eyes.

His forehead was covered with sweat, and he slowly calmed down, and it was cold when the wind blew.

His body relaxed one by one, and he didn't know what kind of strange feeling was filled with his heart. In the end, Mo Ran almost smiled: "Master..."

Chu Wanning's phoenix eyes flashed slightly.

Since Master Mei died, Mo Ran never smiled at him again and rarely called him Master.

Mo Ran asked with a smile: "Are you caring about me?"

“…”

The smile bloomed brighter.

It was so bright that it was like a bayonet. The white knife came in, the red knife came out, and it sank into the chest with a thud. The blade was covered with blood beads. He slowly opened his mouth like a ghost, like a poisonous claw of a scorpion.

"The Battle of Sky Split..." He laughed, "It's great that Master can mention the Battle of Sky Split. It doesn't matter what I learned in that battle. The key is that Master has learned to feel sorry for others."

Seeing the light in Chu Wanning's eyes trembling, he tried his best to tense, but he couldn't dodge and had no way out.

The smile on Mo Ran's face became more exaggerated, wanton and cruel.

He invaded him and bit him. He chewed Chu Wanning's throat. He suddenly felt so happy and laughed out loud: "Hahaha, OK, great, it's such a good deal. An unknown disciple, after changing to Master Chu's conscience, Master Chu will finally care about the lives and deaths of the people around him. Master, I finally feel that Master is so stupid today."

Even a calm and solemn person like Chu Wanning was trembling slightly amid his crazy laughter like a vermicelli.

"Mo Ran..."

"There is good things that Shi Mei dies, the value of death, the righteousness of death is so righteous that he dies!

"Mo Ran, you..."

Stop laughing.

Don't say it again.

But he couldn't speak, Chu Wanning couldn't speak, he couldn't beg, he couldn't beg, he couldn't bend, he couldn't be arrogant, he could not be arrogant and scold this apprentice who was almost crazy, and said - you were wrong, it's not that I didn't want to save him, it's that I really had no energy.

I was also injured like him. If I consumed an extra inch of my spiritual power, I would become a bone in the tomb and a person under the spring.

He couldn't say it.

Maybe I feel that such confession is too weak.

Or maybe I felt that in Mo Ran's heart, even if he died, he was not worth mentioning, and he could not compare to Mingjing, the gentlest teacher who treated him.

So Chu Wanning finally tried his best to suppress the trembling in his voice, and squeezed out word by word. He said, "Mo Weiyu, when are you going to be crazy?"

“…”

"Go back to me."

The angry flames cooked with sorrow, and the throat was full of bitterness and saltiness.

"Master Mingjing's death is not for the purpose of replacing a madman like you."

"Master is such a bad word." Mo Ran smiled, "How could it be me who was exchanged for Shi Mei's death?"

He is like a snake, a scorpion, a bee or an ant, gnawing on people's hearts.

"He is dead, what he has returned is obviously Master."

Bees stabbed into flesh and blood.

Seeing Chu Wanning's face pale, he felt a sense of pain. He stimulated him like a life-threatening person and mocked him, and broke his heart and made Chu Wanning's life worse than death.

Very good.

They go to hell together.

"I want to go back too." Mo Ran smiled calmly. The dimples were deep and brewed with poisonous wine. "I don't want to wander around in the middle of the night. But his house is opposite my house."

Mo Ran didn't say who it was, he used the word "he".

The intimacy between them made Chu Wanning even more distressed.

"The lights in his room will never light up again."

Chu Wanning closed his eyes.

Mo Ran smiled, and after a long time, his expression gradually calmed down: "I want to ask for a bowl of hand-made food, but I can't ask for it anymore."

For a moment, Chu Wanning's eyelashes trembled and his lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something.

But Mo Ran did not give him the chance to say it, nor did he give him the courage to say it. Mo Ran ridiculed: "Master, people in Shu are the best at making things like scribble, and red oil, spicy peppercorns are indispensable. They are all the things you hate the most. When you wanted to cook another bowl for me, I got my heart. However, I know what you cook without having to taste it, and there is only one word to describe it."

Chu Wanning still didn't open his eyes and frowned slightly.

It seems that in this way, you can avoid the sharp sword of lips and tongue.

"I don't read much, but fortunately I heard Xue Meng say a few days ago and I think it's really appropriate to use it on Master's copying."

What is it?

A waste of effort?

A waste of effort?

Chu Wanning was searching in a chaotic manner in his consciousness, as if he was busy finding a fitted armor. He found the most ugly words and picked them up first, so as not to be bullied too much.

Worthless?

Mo Ran still didn't speak, and the word was soaked in his lips and teeth.

Yes, worthless.

Chu Wanning firmly believed that he could not find a more chilling word than this.

He calmed down.

Until he heard Mo Ran say calmly: "Dong Shi Xiaopin."

He opened his eyes almost blankly.

He had never thought that the other party would be so vicious. Under his sleeves, his hands were shaking gently.

Drink the noodles, seasonings, and stuffing...

Looking at "The Food Records of Bashu", I read it carefully word by word, with flour shavings on my face, and the hand wrapped around it went from twisted to round and cute.

He has been learning hard and thinking hard.

Just changed the four words like that.

Dong Shi imitates Pin.

The river beach was shining with silver light at night. Mo Ran looked at him. Chu Wanning stood there for a while, suddenly without saying a word, turned around and left.

For some reason, Mo Ran always felt that that day, he left a little faster, and he was no longer as calm and stable as before - like defeat, like running away.

For some reason, he faintly felt uncertainty in his heart. He frowned and looked at Chu Wanning's back. When the back was about to disappear, he finally called out: "Wait!"

The author has something to say: Be cautious when fighting dogs, and have high attack power, so it is recommended to form a team.
To be continued...
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