Chapter 657

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It was not an ugly face, but Mo Ran stared at it for a while, feeling only indescribable disgust and nausea. He suddenly broke the water, shattered the reflection, and then closed his eyes, almost painfully. He buried his face in his palms and rubbed them.

Is there any foolproof method in this world that can completely separate a person's past from his present? Is there any sharp tool that can remove the rotten memories from my mind?

Is there anyone who can save him? Can tell him that you are not Taxianjun, you are just Mo Ran, you are just Mo Weiyu.

But when he opened his eyes, the water was calm again, and the man inside was still staring at him with such resentment and despair.

He knew he had no way out.

Get up and go up the mountain.

Halfway up the mountain, fog suddenly appeared. There was no sign of the thick fog, and I couldn't see my fingers.

Mo Ran thought it was sneaky at first, but after sensing it, there was no evil at all.

It was already getting late, and the sound of cuckoos crying could occasionally be heard in the trees. The surroundings were getting colder, the sunlight was disappearing little by little, and the surrounding areas were getting dark.

"Grandmaster?"

His voice was slightly hoarse, while he was stroking, he walked forward.

"Master of Guilt?"

No one answered him.

But strangely, he climbed all the way, almost blindly, but did not encounter any obstruction. The road was so smooth that it seemed that someone had already laid a plan deep in the fog, waiting for him to go to the meeting alone. , threw himself into a trap.

"anyone there?"

The fog gradually dissipated.

The scenery in front of him became clearer and clearer, the thick mist fell, and the mountains, rocks, vines and trees appeared in front of him.

He found that he had unknowingly arrived at a flat and open place. When he looked back, the road he came from was still covered by fog. However, this was the only place with lush vegetation and a few stars.

He stepped forward on the decaying grass covered with dew, and then he heard the back of a person.

Mo Ran was startled for a moment, then rushed forward in panic, calling anxiously: "Master?!"

Chu night Ning turned his back to him and was kneeling beside a hilltop covered by purple wisteria. In front of him, the guilty master sat cross-legged and lowered his eyes, looking stunned and silent.

"Master! You——"

Suddenly he was speechless, because he saw Chu Wanning turning around, his eyelashes were wet, and his face was stained with tears.

Mo Ran was stunned: "What's wrong with you?"

Chu Wanning did not speak. He has been suppressing himself. From a long time ago, he has always been aloof and majestic. It seems that as soon as he was born, he was an elder, an immortal, and there was no time when he was young or weak.

"The ink burns..."

But this time, he exhausted all his strength, but only said two words. The choked sobs could no longer be suppressed and overflowed from his lips.

Mo Ran murmured and stepped forward, walked to him, leaned down and knelt down, and hugged him tightly: "...What's wrong? Why are you crying?"

As he spoke, he lowered his head and stroked Chu Wanning's hair. Chu Wanning's body was very cold, but now that he had found him and could hold him in his arms, Mo Ran felt that his heart was very hot.

Every moment of his stability was stolen, and every word he spoke to Chu Wanning became a gift from God. If he could get a little more, he would regard it as a treasure and dare not take it lightly.

"Okay, okay." Even though he was so helpless, he hugged Chu Wanning in his broad and warm chest, comforting, "It's okay, I'm here, I'm here, I'm here .”

Mo Ran said and kissed Chu Wanning's forehead. At this moment, he suddenly found that Chu Wanning, who was restrained in his arms, but still trembling and crying, with his fingers tightly clenching the skirt of his clothes, looked like the little junior brother in the Peach Blossom Spring who would never appear again.

No one is born strong, and Chu Wanning should also look like a young man.

Mo Ran's heart shivered, and he vaguely understood something. He hugged the slightly trembling Chu Wanning, kissed him, stroked his hair, and looked at the guilty master.

The old monk was sitting on a huge cold rock. His brows were wrinkled and his eyelashes were drooped. He half-closed his eyes, which were lifeless. He held a begonia flower in his hand and leaned forward slightly, as if he wanted to give it to him. who. But that person must have rejected his kindness, and the flowers were already withered, with only a few scattered flowers still hanging from the branches.

The guilt passed away.

This man with many myths and mysteries hidden in him did not show any relief at the last moment.

His expression was pained.

What's even more uncomfortable is that after his death, his face no longer retained the youthful appearance of more than thirty years old. He completely became a spiny old monk, and for some unknown reason, his face was being destroyed at a speed visible to the naked eye. A golden bug nibbles and devours.

"This bug..."

"It's a righteous insect." Chu Wanning finally spoke, but his voice was terribly hoarse. "Some people who dislike their appearance will make a blood contract with this kind of insect. The righteous insect can change the host's appearance. In return, The day the host dies, the parasites will devour the host’s entire body.”

Listening to him trying his best to keep his tone steady and speaking slowly, Mo Ran couldn't help but hug him tighter. The person in his arms may have been kneeling here for a long time, and his hands and feet are cold.

From his past life to this life, Chu Wanning has always been his beacon, his flame, dispersing his dark night and giving him the warmth he can.

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