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Mo Ran's face turned pale when he heard half of it. After the guard finished speaking, he said after a long time: "Did the Four Ghost Kings take a fancy to him?"

"how?"

"...Nothing. Then forget it, trouble." Mo Ran turned around gloomily and took two steps downstairs. Then before the other party could react, Shenwu Jinggui had already condensed in the palm of his hand and suddenly turned over. Hold the guard's neck!

The red light was dazzling and flashed by.

The so-called divine martial arts can hurt ghosts and kill gods. The guard only had time to see the scarlet willow leaves flying in front of him. When he heard the new young man, he said angrily: "You really don't dare to fight against the ghost king! "Then his consciousness disappeared instantly and he fell unconscious on the ground.

Mo Ran raised his hand to cast a spell, tied him tightly, sealed his mouth, kicked him aside, and ran impatiently towards the end of the aisle.

There are three rooms at the end, each with a lonely soul named Chu.

But Mo Ran didn't know why, as if he felt something in his heart, and he didn't even realize why he had such a strange feeling. He opened the door with a bang, panting slightly because he ran too fast, Stand in front of the second small pavilion.

He panted, and a strand of fine long black hair fell in front of his eyes. He forgot to brush it away, and just stared inside——

Rong Jiu said it right.

This is a single room about the same size as an animal cage. The walls are desolate and everything is a deathly gray-white color.

Only the person inside looked very warm, like a flame in the cold white sky.

Not every "tribute" is chained, at least Chu Wanning is not. Perhaps because he had been favored by the four kings, the guards did not dare to offend him. The floor of his room was even covered with snow-white animal fur felt, which was thick and soft, like a new snowfall in the middle of winter.

Chu Wanning lay on the felt and fell asleep. This person seems to be aggressive and bold, but in fact he is always a little restless inside. This is most obvious when he is asleep. He always has the habit of curling up and shrinking himself very small.

It seems that he is trying to keep himself warm, but also seems to be afraid of occupying someone's space. The thin person looks a little pitiful.

This soul is different from the human soul. There is no blood on the face, and it is handsome and handsome. The clothes on her body were also changed, and she was wearing a red silk dress with a brocade as bright as the sunset, a wide robe, big sleeves, dragons and phoenixes, and golden butterflies dancing.

Mo Ran almost staggered forward, knelt down beside him, stretched out his trembling hand, and touched Chu Wanning's face.

"Wan Ning..."

What blurted out was not Master, but the two words he used to call him during the last period of his previous life.

The sea of ​​blood and hatred penetrates into the bones.

Chu Wanning was picked up by him. He was groggy and took a long time to wake up.

Opening his eyes, he saw himself leaning in Mo Ran's arms. The childish face of the young man in front of him had never been so concerned. He thought this might be a dream, so he frowned, sighed for a while, and closed his eyes again.

"Master!"

Someone called him in his ear.

This time it was not Wan Ning who was called.

"Master! Master!"

Chu Wanning suddenly opened his eyes. Although his expression did not change, his fingertips betrayed him and trembled slightly.

The next moment, Mo Ran grabbed his hand and put it on his face, crying and laughing at the same time. His facial features were so handsome, but he became so embarrassed and gloomy under the emotion.

"Master." He choked and looked at him without blinking, as if he couldn't say anything anymore and could only keep repeating, "Master..."

Allen Chu was hugged tightly by him, and finally came back to his senses. He subconsciously felt something was wrong, so he broke away from Mo Ran and stood up to stare at him.

He was stunned for a long time without saying a word.

Suddenly very angry.

Mo Ran didn't respond, Chu Wanning's hand was taken away, and then he slapped Mo Ran on the face with a backhand, the black eyebrows stood up, and the sword was at war.

"Bastard, why are you dead?!"

Mo Ran opened his mouth and was about to explain, but suddenly saw that under the hazy moonlight, Chu Wanning was full of anger, but the eyes under the long eyelashes were forbearing, sad, and seemed to be unwilling. There seemed to be a touch. Just broken and boundless water color. After he finished cursing, he bit his lower lip tightly to suppress the sobs that made him feel humiliated and embarrassed.

Some people would like to have their wounds tied up to let the whole world know that they are injured.

But some people are arrogant, and their grievances and pains, even if their throats are filled with blood, are still swallowed alive without telling others.

If he didn't say it, Mo Ran didn't know it before.

Now that I know it, I just feel very distressed.

He wanted to hug Chu Wanning.

But Allen Chu pushed him away and said hoarsely: "Get out."

Chu nightning turned his face sideways, and a layer of coldness covered his heartache.

"You died at a young age, so why do you have the dignity to come see me?"

"Master..."

"Get out." Chu Wanning tilted his face further. "The relationship between master and apprentice is broken. I, Yu Heng, will not accept the waste that died in the prime of life."

Died young...

Mo Ran was originally sad. When he heard him reprimanding himself so solemnly, he suddenly felt warm in his heart, as if spring water was flowing out. He patted his forehead with his hand, then put it over his eyes, and couldn't help but smile with a bittersweet and sour smile.

When Allen Chu heard his chuckle, he became even more furious. He turned around and said sternly: "What are you laughing at? You -" He was annoyed and wanted to slap Mo Ran again, but his hand was caught by Mo Ran.

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