Part 4

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Xue Meng stared at it for a while, and suddenly he was shocked - did Mo Weiyu not want to resist, he had already dug his own grave and decided to die?

Cold sweat.

He doesn't believe it. The man who burned the ink has always been dead to the end. He never knows what is tired and what is giving up. With his actions, he is bound to fight with the rebel army to the end, how can it be...

In the past ten years, the ink burned at the peak of power, what did you see, and what happened.

neither knows.

Xue Meng turned and fell into the night, striding towards the brightly lit Wushan Hall.

In the Wushan Hall, the ink burned his eyes closed and his face was pale.

Xue Meng guessed well, he was determined to die. The tomb outside was dug for himself. An hour ago, he used the teleportation technique to dismiss the servants, and he himself took the highly poisonous poison. His cultivation is very high, and the medicinal properties of the poison spread out very slowly in his body, so the pain of the internal organs being eroded and dissolved has become more profound and clear.

"Squeak", the door of the palace opened.

The ink burned without looking up, only hoarsely said: "Xue Meng. Is it you, are you here?"

On the gold bricks in the hall, Xue Meng stood alone, the ponytail scattered, and the light armor flickered.

Reunited in the past. The ink burned but there was no expression, he sat sideways, and the slender and thick eyelashes curtain fell in front of him.

Everyone knows that he is a ferocious devil with three heads and six arms, but he is actually very good-looking, with a soft nose and thin lips. .

When Xue Meng saw his face, he knew that he had indeed taken poison. I don't know what it's like in my heart, I hesitated to say anything, but in the end, I still clenched my fists and only asked: "Where is the master?"

"……what?"

Xue Meng sternly said: "I ask you, where is the master!!! Yours, mine, where is our master?!"

"Oh." Mo Ran snorted softly, and finally slowly opened the eyes with some purple in the black, and fell on Xue Meng across the years of mountains and mountains.

"After all, you and Master have not seen each other for five years since the Kunlun Stepping Snow Palace farewell."

The ink burned and said, smiling slightly.

"Xue Meng, do you miss him?"

"Stop talking nonsense! Give him back to me!"

Mo Ran glanced at him calmly, endured the throbbing pain in his stomach, mocked at the corner of his mouth, and leaned on the back of the seat of the emperor.

There was a burst of blackness in front of him, and he almost felt that he could clearly feel his internal organs twisting, dissolving, and turning into foul-smelling blood.

The ink burned lazily: "Give it back to you? Stupid words. You don't think about it, I have such a deep hatred with the master, how can I allow him to live in this world."

"You—!" Xue Meng suddenly had no blood, his eyes widened, and he stepped back. "You can't...you won't..."

"I don't know what?" Mo Ran chuckled, "You talk about it, why can't I."

Xue Meng trembled: "But he is yours...he is your master after all...how can you do it!"

He looked up at the ink burning sitting high on the throne. There is Fuxi in the heaven, Yama in the underworld, and Mo Weiyu in the world.

But for Xue Meng, even if the ink burned into the emperor of the human world, it should not become like this.

Xue Meng was shaking all over, and tears rolled down with hatred: "Mo Weiyu, are you still human? He used to..."

The ink burned lightly and raised his eyes: "What happened to him?"

Xue Meng trembled: "How did he treat you, you should know..."

The ink burned and smiled: "You want to remind me that he used to beat me to the bottom of my body, and let me kneel and confess in front of everyone. I still want to remind me that he used to stand in front of me for you, for people who don't belong to each other. , how many times did you stop me from doing good things and bad things for me?"

Xue Meng shook his head in pain: "..."

No, the ink burns.

You think about it, you let go of your hideous hatred. You look back.

He once took you to practice martial arts and protected you comprehensively.

He once taught you to read and write, to write poetry and draw.

He used to learn to cook for you, clumsy and wounded.

He used to... He used to wait for you to come back day and night, from dark... to dawn...

So many words were blocked in the throat. In the end, Xue Meng only choked:

"He...he has a bad temper and speaks rudely, but even I know he treats you so well, why are you...how can you bear..."

Xue Meng raised his head and endured too many tears, but his throat was blocked and he couldn't talk anymore.

After a long pause, a soft sigh came from the palace, and he said, "Yeah."

"But Xue Meng. Do you know?" Mo Ran's voice seemed very tired. "He once and killed the only person I loved deeply. The only one."

Long silence.

The stomach hurts like a fire, and the flesh and blood are torn into thousands of pieces.

"However, there is a master and apprentice. His corpse is parked in the red lotus waterside of Nanfeng. Lying in the lotus, it is well preserved, just like falling asleep." The ink burned a sigh of relief and calmed down. When he said this, his face was expressionless, his fingers resting on the long red sandalwood table, but the knuckles were pale and blue.

"His body depends entirely on my spiritual power to keep him from rot. If you miss him, don't waste your time with me here, while I'm not dead,

Go now. "

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