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As pure as snow in Tianchi, hazy as frost on tiles.

Chu nightning's eyes gradually became out of focus and gradually scattered, and the eyes that were once bright and bright like electricity gradually couldn't see anything.

He finally said softly to the ink burning: "Don't laugh, you are so uncomfortable in my heart..."

"..."

"Ink burning, this life, no matter what happens later... At first, I didn't teach you well, I said that you are inferior and difficult to judge... It's me who is thin on you, life and death do not complain..." Chu nightning's pale face On, there was no blood at all, his lips were blue and white, he tried to raise his eyes to look at the burning face, he opened his eyes, he wanted to cry, but his eyes slowly overflowed, It was blood, dripping down his cheeks.

Chu nightning cried, he said: "But you... really hate me so much... In the end... don't even want to give me a moment of peace..."

"Ink burning...ink burning...don't do this anymore, wake up, go back...you go back..."

you wake up...

He asked him to wake up, but he opened his eyes blankly and fell asleep like this.

Mo Ran didn't believe it, he didn't want to believe that Chu nightning died like this.

A generation of grandmasters, Gaoshan Yangzhi, their own master, a person whom they hated so much, died like this.

Lying in his arms, beside the blood-stained Tianshan Tianchi.

Little by little, the cold turned into frost and snow, and it condensed into ice.

Chu nightning's face was full of blood, and the ink burned down for a while, raised his sleeves, and wiped it indiscriminately.

But there was too much blood flow, and the more he wiped, the dirtier his originally cold and clean face became. Mo Ran pursed his lips and wiped it hard.

But got a blood-stained face.

The five senses can no longer be seen too clearly.

He finally stopped smiling.

He closed his eyes and said softly: "This time you won, Chu nightning. I can't stop you from dying."

After a pause, he opened his eyes again, where it seemed to be dark and cold, but the fire of the great abyss was burning.

He said: "However, you underestimate me too. You don't want to live, I can't stop it, but if I want you not to die, you can't stop me either."

Mo Ran did not announce the life and death of Chu nightning, he brought people back to the top of life and death.

At that time, he already had the spells of the sky, and he could keep the body forever immortal-he put Chu Wanning's body in the red lotus waterside, and he was "living" like this.

It's too hard for him to admit that he killed the last person in the world who cares about him.

As long as Chu nightning's body does not turn into ashes, as long as he can see him every day.

He can feel that Chu nightning is not dead.

No matter his crazy hatred or twisted love, there is still a place where he can vent, where he can rely on.

Stepping on Xianjun, he was finally completely crazy.

After Chu Wanning left, he would go to Honglian Shuixi every day to see his corpse. In the first few days, his eyes flashed viciously. In front of the corpse, he kept scolding, and he said: "Chu Wanning, you deserve it. "

"You have crossed the world, but you can't cross me, you are hypocritical."

"What kind of master are you? I worshipped you when I was blind! You bastard!"

Later, he would tirelessly ask every day, "Why did you sleep for so long? When did you wake up?"

"Xue Meng, I have let go, and you are almost done, get up for me."

Every time he said this, the servants around him would think that he had lost his mind and was crazy.

His wife Song Qiutong also thought he was crazy. She was very scared, so after a rare happy time, she said to him beside his pillow: "A burning, people can't be resurrected from the dead, I know you are sad, but you..."

"Who is sad?"

"..."

Song Qiutong is a person who is very observant. In these years, he has been cautiously walking on thin ice beside Mo Ran. Seeing that his face is not good, he immediately shut his mouth and lowered his eyes: "It's the concubine's words that are wrong."

"Don't." Mo Ran didn't let her go easily this time, he narrowed his eyes, "You spit out the words, what do you swallow? You tell me, who is sad?"

"His Majesty……"

There was a backlog of thunder in the burning black eyes. He suddenly sat up, grabbed Song Qiutong's slender neck, picked up the woman who was still lingering with him, and threw it off the bed.

His face changed, like a fierce jackal láng tiger and leopard's face.

"Who is dead and can't be resurrected, who is dead? Who is going to be resurrected?" The ink burned word by word, so ruthless, so hard, "No one dies, no one wants to live, and no one is sad!"

Song Qiutong's lips trembled and she wanted to struggle, but she just said "Red Lotus Shuixie..." This half of the words, the ink burned, her eyes were red, and bào was angry.

"There is only one sleepy Chu Wanning in the red lotus water, what do you want to say! What do you want to mention about this seat! Evil beast!"

Song Qiutong saw that he was angry and lost his restraints, and his heart was stunned. He didn't know what crazy things he would do if the ink burned like this. People, you indulge in this all day long, concubine body... how can you not worry about concubine body?"

She said it cleverly, in order not to let the ink burn to blame, she finally said her own selfish desires as a concern for the ink burning.

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