Article 289

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Later, he became the Immortal Emperor.

The whole country of China is within his grasp.

At that time, people from all over the world would bring beauties, fine wines, delicacies, gold, silver, jewels, and treasures to him in an endless stream.

One day, a giant copper mine businessman came to Linyi and said that he had obtained an extremely rare piece of ten thousand year fire jade during mining and wanted to present it to Emperor Taxian.

There are so many ordinary people who come to ask for an official and a half-lordship with their treasures, or for someone to take care of them, that Mo Ran is actually not interested in paying attention to them.

But that day, Chu Wanning happened to be sick with cold syndrome. Mo Ran frowned, thinking that Huo Xuan Jade can ward off the cold best, so it would be better to save the sick seedling alive as soon as possible, so as not to lie on the bed all day long, which would be unlucky and annoying to the eyes... So in such a strange way, he received the interview. The wealthy businessman who came to deliver the treasure.

The businessman was about the same age as him, slightly chubby, and had a large, hairy black mole under the corner of his mouth.

Mo Ran sat on the throne of Wushan Palace, his slender hands folded, his fingertips pointed at his chin, looking at him silently, until the fat businessman's legs and feet were weak, and his vest was wet with sweat.

After a long while, he shivered and his lips trembled. Suddenly he knelt down with a thud, kowtowed repeatedly, and murmured: "Your Majesty the Emperor, Xiaomin... Xiaomin..."

He had been talking for a long time, but he didn't know what to say. His fat body was trembling under the clothes made of melted gold threads.

Mo Ran suddenly smiled.

Even if he only met this person once, he would never forget it.

In front of the splendid and wealthy mansion of that year, the child with the mole on the corner of his mouth ate a bowl of golden dumplings poked with bamboo skewers in a luxurious manner that he thought he would never have in this life. . The corners of the mouth are oily, and the Supi is oily.

He smiled and said, "You know, your fried dumplings are particularly delicious."

Although he didn't taste it at all, he thought about it for half his life.

Mo Ran sat on the throne, watching the person below from fear to shock, from shock to confusion, and from confusion to flattery. He was mumbling to please himself, saying that he would invite the chef of his house to live and die immediately. At the top, give it to the Immortal Emperor.

At that moment, Mo Ran realized more clearly than ever that there were many people in the world who would rather kneel down and lick the uppers of the strong than lower their heads to give the weak a little mercy and kindness.

Mo Ran shook his head and tried to get rid of these past events in his mind.

In fact, he rarely goes back to recall these things in the past. It is his weakness and he doesn't want to do it anymore.

However, the situation of asking door to door and being rejected was so similar to the past that he couldn't help but untie the shackles deep in his mind, allowing him to temporarily sink into the dark past.

He was in a daze for a while.

He thought, it turned out that when he was young, he had promised his mother that he would "not hold grudges" and that he would be able to live in tens of millions of mansions and shelter all the poor people in the world with joy...

He didn't do it.

In the end, he killed the last person in the world who treated him well, killed Chu Wanning, and killed his master.

Chu nightning...

When Mo Ran thought of him, there was a pain in his heart. He subconsciously took out the thin paper with Chu Wan Ning Xiao's thoughts from his arms. The paper was already a little wrinkled. He pursed his lips and raised his hand silently, trying to smooth the paper, but as soon as his hand touched it, blood stuck to it.

He almost immediately stopped his hand in panic, fearing that the portrait would be stained and he did not dare to touch it again.

Walking from Fifth Street to Third Street, he continued to ask questions one by one unwillingly, but the ghosts all said, "I have never seen a man like the one in the portrait."

He walked alone in the endless night. The night was so thick and long that it seemed that no matter how hard he walked, he would never be able to reach dawn. Mo Ran was finally a little tired from walking. He didn't drink any water or eat a grain of rice. He really couldn't hold on. In time, he saw a wonton stall coming out of Yazikou. Someone was selling late-night snacks, so he went to buy a bowl and ate it secretly while no one was paying attention.

The food in the ghost world is cold, even the wontons are not steaming.

Mo Ran took out the soul-inducing lamp, took a spoon, and handed it to the soul-inducing lamp: "Master, do you want to eat it?"

Of course the master will not react.

Mo Ran ate it by himself, and said while eating: "But you never like wontons, you just like sweets. I will find you later, and we will go back. I will make cakes for you every day."

In the quiet night, a person sat in front of a lonely supper stall with a lamp. The evening wind rustled, and occasionally a few dead leaves curled up and chased by each other. The underworld seemed very peaceful at this time.

"Peach Blossom Cake, Osmanthus Sugar, Walnut Su, Yunpian'er Cake..." He counted them with the soul lamp, as if Chu Wanning would be willing to talk to him after hearing it. After counting for a while, Mo Ran smiled bitterly, "Master, where is your other earthly soul?"

The young man's slender hand stretched out and gently touched the silk surface of the soul-inducing lamp. Just like when he was thirty years old, Allen Chu died, and he held the body in his arms, lost in thought, in a daze, He said, "Chu Wanning, I hate you so much", but he lowered his head and kissed his face.

"Baby, have you just come here?"

Suddenly, a voice like a broken gong sounded. The old man selling wontons was dim-sighted, and he groped to sit next to him. He must have died of old age, with a dark face as shriveled and shriveled as a poplar tree in the desert. He took out a cigarette from his shroud and bit it in his mouth.

Then with the unique kindness and troublesomeness of the elderly, he went over to chat with Mo Ran.

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