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He is willing to spend the rest of his life doing good deeds to repay.

But can the pouring rain of the rest of his life really wash away the sin in his bones and the dirt in his blood?

He wished he could let this rain fall for five years.

I just want to wait for Chu Wanning to wake up, stand in front of the master, and be able to clean up a little bit, and then clean up a little bit more.

He didn't expect that by then, he would be as dirty as he is now, as dirty as sand, like dust, like the dirt on the soles of porters' shoes, or the dust in the cracks of beggars' nails.

He just wanted to do better and better before Allen Chu woke up.

In this way, the worst and worst disciple in the world may be able to call the best master in the world with some weak courage.

That night, Mo Ran fell ill.

His body has always been strong and strong. Once such a person gets sick, it is often overwhelming and irremediable.

He was lying on the bed, covered with a thick quilt and fell asleep. At night, he dreamed about what happened in his previous life, how he tortured Chu Wanning in his previous life, dreamed that Chu Wanning was struggling under him, and Chu Wanning died in his arms. He woke up from his sleep. It was windy and rainy outside. He fumbled for the flint to light the candle, but no matter how hard he struck, the flint would not light up.

He threw the fire knife and flint aside as if he was giving up on himself, buried his face in his hands and rubbed it fiercely. He pulled his hair painfully, his Adam's apple rolled, and he howled like a wild animal in his throat.

He escaped death and condemnation, but ultimately he could not escape his own heart.

He was very scared, and sometimes he couldn't distinguish between dreams and reality. Sometimes he would constantly check whether he was awake or asleep.

He was in pain and felt that his soul was split in two, the one in the past life and the one in this life. The two souls were biting each other. One was scolding the other about why his hands were bloody and crazy. The other was not to be outdone and asked the other why. It's okay to live like a normal person and still have the nerve to live in this world.

The soul in this life is raging against the soul in the previous life:

Mo Weiyu, Taxianjun, you are not a thing, why did you commit such a crime! How do you ask me to repay you in this life!

I want to start all over again, why do you struggle so hard, in dreams, drunkenness, dim lights, and every time I am caught off guard, you jump out and curse me with a distorted face?

If you curse me to death, you will never be reincarnated, and if you curse me, evil people will have bad retribution.

You cursed that this was all a dream and would one day be shattered. You cursed that I would wake up one day and find myself still lying in Wushan Palace. You laughed wildly and said that no one would love me in my life.

The only person who is willing to die for me is the one who I killed.

But is that me? !

No, it’s not me, it’s you, Taxianjun! It's you, Mo Weiyu! !

I am different from you, I am different from you...

There's no blood on my hands, I--

I could do it all over again.

The other half of the soul was also screaming, it opened its sharp mouth, and its face was distorted:

Aren't you apologetic?

Didn't you do something wrong?

Then why don't you die? Why don't you use your blood to pay homage to the people you harmed for no reason in your previous life?

brute! hypocritical!

How are you different from me? I am Mo Weiyu, aren’t you? You carry the sins of your past life, you carry the memories of your past life, and you can never get rid of me. I am you, my nightmare is your inner demon, and it is the gods and Buddhas who are asking about your disgusting soul.

Start over?

Why? What shame do you have and what qualifications do you have to start over? You keep the world in the dark, and you keep the people who love you in the dark.

You do all the good deeds just to erase the pitiful guilt in your heart! ha! Mo Weiyu! Do you dare to let them know who you were in your previous life?

Do you dare to let Chu Wanning know that it was you in the previous life! The knife stabbed his neck, causing him to bleed out. Life would be worse than death! It's you! Let famine become a disaster in the world and mourning be everywhere!

It is you.

Hahahaha, evil beast, I am you, and you are me, you can't escape, I am you, Mo Weiyu, do you dare to say no?

The ink burned almost crazy, and he went to touch the fire knife and flint on the edge of the bed again. He wanted to try his best to light the candle and dispel the ferocious night with his claws.

But he didn't even want the candle, and the candle didn't even bother to save him.

He was thrown into the darkness, and his trembling hands rubbed the flint again and again, nothing, nothing.

He finally fell on the bed and cried loudly. He kept apologizing, and in the night his bed seemed to be surrounded by people. Those moving figures were cursing him, asking for his life, and telling him that he had done evil all his life, and that he could not burn the ink. Knowing what to do, he suddenly became very helpless. He could only keep saying: "I'm sorry...I'm sorry..." but no one paid attention to him.

No one forgives him.

His forehead was hot and his heart was on fire.

Suddenly, he seemed to hear someone sighing softly.

In the midst of the ghosts and monsters, he opened his eyes, and he saw Chu Wanning coming. Chu Wanning was still the same as before, with white clothes dragging the ground, wide-sleeved robes, and handsome eyebrows as before.

He came over and walked to his bed.

Mo Ran choked and said: "Master... Am I... not worthy of seeing you again..."

Chu Wanning did not speak, just picked up the fire knife and flint, and slowly lit the candle that Mo Ran had never lit.

Master is here

Where there is fire.

Wherever Chu Wanning is, there is light.

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