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Mo Ran took courage and raised his hand to rub his pale cheek.

Even though his own hands were shaking badly.

"Mo Ran..." He murmured almost in vain, "Treading the Immortal Emperor..."

"..."

He closed his eyes suddenly, his eyelashes trembled, and his brows became tangled.

"Then don't think about it now, just sleep for a while." Mo Yan's eyes were red, and his fingers slid over his face and hair, "I'll stay with you."

Allen Chu seemed to tremble slightly.

The ink burned only to feel heartache.

"Master, don't be afraid. It's me, not Taxianjun... I will never hurt you again, never again."

Chu nightning slightly lifted the thick shadow of his eyelashes, and there was a moist luster flashing under the dark eyelashes. For a moment, the ink burned and he felt that he seemed to want to say something to himself.

But in the end, the words remained unspoken.

Chu night Ning closed his eyes, turned his face away at the last moment, and curled up subconsciously.

"Master..."

"I have something to ask you."

"..."

"...If...you knew earlier that I was the one who gave you a pot of rice milk outside Wubei Temple." Chu Wanning's voice was extremely tired, "...will you let go of those years in Wushan Temple?" I?"

This question is like a sharp knife, piercing the listener's heart. Mo Ran's whole body trembled. He choked and didn't know how to answer. He just stretched out his hand and wanted to hug the person in front of him. But as soon as I touched it, I felt that Chu Wanning's shoulders were shaking slightly.

He is crying.

But Mo Ran knew that he never wanted to see it again.

After a while, Mo Ran couldn't support it anymore. Although he didn't know why Chu Wanning set up such a maze in his previous life, the strange feeling in his heart became more and more vivid.

At this time, he suddenly discovered that there seemed to be a wisp of thin smoke floating in his chest, floating directly between Chu Wanning's chest and back. The thin smoke was so light that he was not aware of it just now.

After taking a closer look, I found that the smoke was black for a while, and white as jade for a while, flowing turbulently from my heart to Chu Wanning's heart.

What is this?

He noticed that the black things were constantly blocked by Chu Wanning's body, gradually gathered into a mass of ink, and was absorbed into the incense burner next to him.

what exactly is it?

He wanted to remind Chu Wanning, but found that Chu Wanning had passed out again without knowing when. The huge past life memories are overwhelming, not to mention that these memories are still messy and need to be recirculated and reorganized in Chu Wanning's mind.

"Master."

It hurts...why does it hurt so much? It seems like there are two forces at work in my heart. Black and white, pure and dirty.

Mo Ran frowned, struggled to stand up, walked to the smoker, and opened the lid tremblingly.

The last thing he saw before losing consciousness was the black gas flowing out of the incense burner, gradually condensing into the shape of a black double-petaled flower.

Chapter 244 [Dragon Blood Mountain] Snake Slough

Lonely moon night.

The monks who escaped from Jiao Mountain all removed the heartworms and bandaged their wounds under the treatment of the Medicine Sect disciples. But the decadent atmosphere is difficult to control, and there is a lifeless smell everywhere in the air.

Xue Meng was sitting on the beach of Linling Island. He put the Dragon City scimitar on his lap and watched the tide rise and fall in a daze.

Suddenly there were footsteps behind him, and he turned back suddenly, his eyes wide open, full of ardent hope. But after seeing the person clearly, he was immediately disappointed and turned his eyes to the vast sea again.

Mei Hanxue sat down next to him.

"Your father received the summons and went back to the top of life and death beforehand. He left in a hurry, so he asked me to come over and tell you."

"..."

"Your father and you don't seem to be in a good mood."

"Get out of here if you know."

Mei Hanxue didn't roll away, and threw him a sheepskin pot bag: "Do you want to drink?"

Xue Meng looked back angrily, like a hedgehog with a sharp needle standing on end: "Have a drink! I'm not that depraved!"

Mei Hanxue smiled, and her soft golden hair looked particularly gentle in the sea breeze. His eyes were like light-colored jasper, or like two pools of green water with fallen flowers.

"It's just drinking, why have you fallen?" Mei Hanxue raised her hand, smoothed the broken hair on her temples, and the silver bell tied around her wrist was bright, "I heard that people are not allowed to have sex at the top of life and death, but getting drunk It’s okay.”

"..."

"I heard that Lord Chu Xian was very much in love with Li Huabai. You are his disciple, how come you can't learn even half of his skills?"

Xue Meng glared at him fiercely, and opened his mouth as if he wanted to curse something, but in the end he didn't curse anything. He grabbed the wine bag, untied it, and took a big sip.

"So heroic. This is the shochu from Tuxue Palace. It tastes the best -"

"Pfft!" The proud Young Master Xue sprayed most of his mouthful at once, with a blue face, "Cough cough cough cough cough cough!!!"

"..." Mei Hanxue pursed her lips, seeming a little surprised, "Can't you drink?"

Xue Meng couldn't stand it, so he pushed away his hand that was trying to take back the wine bag, and took another swig. This time it was even more powerful. After swallowing, he turned around and spit it out with a "wow" sound.

Mei Hanxue was at a loss for the rare occasion: "I don't know you...forget it, stop drinking."

"Get away!"

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