Chapter 783

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The ink burned and cried.

He said, "Master...why don't you blame me...why still save me..."

Chu nightning only felt distressed, he hugged the people in his arms tightly, and no longer cared about the eyes around him, everyone watched, a thousand words, but he didn't know what to say first.

"I'm so dirty... I'll get you dirty..." The ink burned in a low voice, the words were full of blood, the more he cried, the more sad he was, this man who never showed weakness in front of others, in Chu nightning But there is no armor in his arms, "But I'm also afraid that you don't want me... If you don't want me, I really don't know where to go..."

The broken is obviously the core of the burning ink, and the stab is the burning heart.

But at this time, Chu nightning felt that his heart was also convulsing, was torn apart by Ling Chi, and the blood was blurred.

It turned out that the muscles and bones were closely connected.

A large number of monks from the surrounding Tianyin Pavilion surrounded them, wrapping them tightly, step by step.

Chu nightning white clothes stained with blood, holding Tianwen in one hand and ink burning in the other.

There are many black and white right and wrong in the world, but it is not easy to tell the truth.

Too much righteousness.

There are also many ulterior motives.

Therefore, Qu Zi Huai Sha, Miluo water weeps. Wu Mu felt wronged and resented the storm.

They can still be returned to innocence, but what about more teenage hearts? Not every wrongful crime can be revealed, and there are also people who are black to the end and have no chance of overturning the case.

Chu nightning held the ink, and he said softly: "Don't be afraid, I won't want you."

"Master..."

"I'll always be with you, live or die, and I'll take you home."

Losing the healing spell, the consciousness of the burning ink became more and more dizzy, and the heart became more and more painful, but when he heard this sentence, he was shocked, and then his lips moved, tears rolled down, but he smiled.

"You treat me so well, my basket is full... I'm very happy..." He paused, and his voice gradually fell softly.

"Master, I'm so sleepy... I'm cold..."

Chu nightning's body trembled imperceptibly, and the hand he was holding the ink burned harder, and he kept sending his spiritual power in, but it was useless.

Just like in the previous life, on the top of Kunlun Mountain, Ta Xianjun held his dying self and tried to save his life.

Useless.

Chu nightning was very anxious, the phoenix eyes were wet and red, and the tears rolled down silently, but he still touched his hair, turned his face, kissed his clammy forehead, and said hoarsely: "Don't sleep, tell me, what? basket?"

The faces of those around are full of vigilance, contempt, coldness, vigilance, disgust, and disgust.

so what.

Nothing matters anymore.

Fame, dignity, life.

For two lifetimes, he saw the ink burn into the abyss, but he was helpless. He just felt so miserable and felt that he had failed like that.

It was he who was late.

The ink burned lightly, consciousness has gradually dissipated, the blood is flowing more and more, and the body is getting colder and colder, he said softly: "I only have a small basket... There is dòng in the small basket... It is empty... It took a long time..."

He subconsciously wanted to curl up.

White lips pursed and whimpered.

"Master... my heart hurts..."

"You hug me, please."

Chu nightning was heartbroken, and he couldn't help saying: "I hold you, it doesn't hurt anymore, it doesn't hurt anymore."

But the ink burning can no longer be heard, and the consciousness of the ink burning has been confused.

It's all messy.

Like the helpless child in the firewood house many years ago, with insufficient food and clothing, like the child on the mass grave, kneeling beside the rotting corpse of the mother, crying and crying.

Like the Emperor Stepping Immortal who can never go back to the past.

Like the lonely figure under the Tongtian Tower.

Like Master Mo who walks alone with his sword and waits for him to return to his soul.

Like the man who curled up on the couch and wet his pillow on a rainy night.

"It hurts so much...it really hurts..."

"Master, have I paid it all off? Have I already cleaned up..."

getting blurry.

"Master."

In the end, that child, boy, devil, Lord Bào, that little apprentice, choked up, slowly, and his voice was like clouds and smoke.

"It's getting dark, I'm so afraid... I want to go home..."

Chu nightning has been listening to him, and at this moment, he is already crying.

Ink burning, ink burning, why are you so stupid?

What is paid off, what is clean...

I owe you.

No one knows the truth, and even your own memory is wiped out.

But I finally know...

I finally know that you have only been my apprentice for a few months, but you have spent two lifetimes protecting me.

Carrying all the infamy, accusation, misunderstanding, and slander.

Forced to be mad, mad, bloodthirsty, filthy.

If it weren't for you, the person kneeling on this confession platform today would be me, and the person whose heart was poached... would also be me.

It was Emperor Stepping Immortal who used his soul to protect Wan Ye Yuheng.

From then on he fell into darkness forever.

And he stayed bright.

All wrong.

At this moment, the spirit of Tianyin Pavilion

Like a cheetah that has been going around for a long time, it finally broke free, its sharp claws tore the air, and more than a hundred people slaughtered at them!

Tianwen's golden light was so pale, so white that it was dazzling.

"Kill them!"

"Stop them!"

Chu nightning closed his eyes.

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