Article 555

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He walked out of the dark room where he practiced, feeling dizzy, partly because of the bliss, and partly because the two chess pieces had exhausted all his spiritual power. He was completely exhausted. When he walked outside, he was struck by the dazzling As soon as the sun shines, I feel dizzy and out of breath.

His face turned red and white for a while, and a blurry scene flashed before his eyes. He saw two disciples from the Peak of Life and Death approaching in the distance. The only thing he had time to do was to hide the two sunspots in the Qiankun bag as quickly as possible, then his feet weakened, he fell to the ground and passed out.

Half asleep and half awake, he knew that he had been taken back to the disciples' room and was lying on the bed, which was not spacious. He opened his eyes slightly, and there was a person sitting beside the bed.

He had a fever and a headache. He couldn't see the person's face clearly. He could only vaguely feel that those eyes were so concerned, so focused, so gentle, and even seemed to be filled with remorse when they looked at him.

"division……"

His lips moved, his voice was hoarse and he couldn't say complete words, but tears fell down first.

The white figure paused, and then Mo Ran felt a warm hand touch his face, and the tears on his cheeks were wiped. The man sighed softly and said, "Why are you crying?"

"..."

Teacher, are you back?

Can you please not leave...don't die...don't leave me alone...

Ever since A Niang left, there has been no other person in the world who will treat me as gently and well as you do. There is no second person who will not despise me and will be willing to stay with me...

Teacher, don’t leave...

He couldn't stop the hot tears, and he felt that he was worthless, but he kept crying, in his dreams and in his sleep.

That person sat beside his bed and stayed with him. Later, he held his hand and didn't say a word. He just stayed with him so clumsily, never leaving for a moment.

Mo Ran thought of the two precious chess pieces in his Qiankun bag, and he also knew that they were the source of evil and the seeds of the devil.

But it was also a bargaining chip for him to fight with heaven and earth after he couldn't get what he asked for.

In fact, what is needed to refine the chess pieces is not only spiritual power, but the final sacrifice will be his relatively clean soul.

Mo Ran murmured, under his wet eyelashes, his eyes were dim, looking at the phantom of Shi Mei, he said: "I'm sorry... If you are still here, I will..."

I don't want to go down this road either.

But he no longer had the energy to say the next half of the sentence, and he fell asleep again. When he woke up again, the man in white had already left, and Mo Ran felt that it was a scene he had dreamed of when he was drowsy. But he remembered that there was a furnace of incense burning in the house, which Xue Zhengyong gave him to calm his nerves. The incense smelled good, but he didn't like to smell it.

The incense has gone out.

The very long coil of incense was snuffed out before it was completely burned.

Who has been here?

He sat up and looked at the incense burner blankly. He thought about it for a long time, but he couldn't think clearly. In the end, he simply didn't want to think about it anymore. He saw that his clothes and accessories, including the Shenwu Mo Dao, were all neatly placed on the table, as was the Qiankun Bag.

He came back to his senses and quickly went to get his Qiankun bag with his bare feet on the ground.

When he opened it, fortunately, the three knots he had deliberately tied before he fell unconscious were still the same three knots, and no one had touched them.

Mo Ran breathed a sigh of relief and rummaged through the bag. He saw the two Zhenlong chess pieces that were as dark as night, dormant in the corner, like two malicious ghost eyes. To devour him.

He stared at the two chess pieces in a daze for a while.

This is probably fate - if Chu Wanning turned over the Qiankun bag next to Mo Ran, everything would change.

But Allen Chu would not flip through other people's things at will, even if he had his pockets open, he would not take a second look.

Mo Ran took out the chess pieces. His Adam's apple throbbed and his heart beat like a drum.

What to do now? How should he use these two chess pieces...

This was the first weapon he had condensed, and he couldn't wait to try it - but who? A flash of lightning flashed through his mind, and what suddenly came to mind was an extremely crazy idea.

Chu Wanning.

He wanted to put the chess piece into Chu Wanning's body.

After being beaten in, will that ruthless, hypocritical man be obedient to him from now on? Does it mean that if you ask him to kneel down, he will never stand?

Can he let Chu Wanning kneel in front of him and apologize, let Chu Wanning lie at his feet, he can let Chu Wanning call his master, can sting him, stab him and bite him! !

The extreme excitement caused the light in Mo Ran's pupils to begin to distort.

Yes, torture him...

How would this superior immortal be in the most pain? The most shameful thing?

Ashamed of him...

Mo Ran held the two chess pieces tightly, his mouth and tongue were drying, and he was getting hotter and hotter.

He fell into intense excitement and anxiety, and he licked his chapped lips. He couldn't wait to do this. He wanted to see Allen Chu lower his pale neck to him, then reach out and touch it, feel the subtle trembling, and then...

Break his neck? Crushing his bones?

The ink burned and felt unhappy.

He felt empty and unsatisfied for no reason.

It would be too boring to let Chu Wan Ning die. Even imagining it, he was not happy with it. He wanted to see him cry, he wanted to see him crawl, he wanted to see him feel worse than death, ashamed and angry.

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