Chapter 793

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He actually broke away from the teacher's hand and knelt in front of Chu Wanning, almost wailing. His eyes were already full of scarlet, and his consciousness became more and more confused.

"kill me."

In the end, the only thing repeated is this one wish.

"On the first day I did evil... please, please... kill me."

The bào torrential rain swallowed up the sleepy hoarse weeping of a teenager in this vast dark night. The thunder and lightning flashed, the bamboo forest was bleak, and all the lotus flowers in the red lotus water pavilion fell into the pool overnight.

There are eight sufferings in life, and eternal hatred in death.

Before losing consciousness, Mo Ran stretched out his trembling hand and held the corner of Chu nightning's clothes. He raised his head and murmured: "Master... you... take care of me... you take care of me... okay? …”

You take care of me.

How much suffering and resentment in this world have been covered by the rushing wind and rain?

After two lifetimes, Chu Wanning, who finally learned the truth, looked back on the past and vaguely remembered that the next day, he ended a week and woke up from meditation.

The golden brilliance spilled into the bamboo pavilion, and the begonias and red lotuses in the waterside pavilion were all gone.

The rain has stopped, Chu night Ning blinked, turned his head and saw the teacher standing by the stone table cooking tea, the curling water mist rose, the teacher's eyebrows were so gentle and beautiful, when he saw him awake, the teacher smiled.

"Master."

"Why don't you go to rest? You have kept the third day, go and change the ink."

When the tea cup was poured, the amber-colored hot water seemed to be full of thoughts.

The teacher served tea to him, smiled and said: "Today, I am still guarding the master, A burning child's temperament, was punished by the master, and the tone in my heart is still difficult."

Chu nightning was stunned: "He won't come?"

The teacher drooped his eyelashes, and the thick black and soft eyelashes curtain fell, like two clusters of tender stamens on the branches of the early chūn, he snorted and said: "I won't come, go to the library and help the lord organize the books. already."

Chu nightning has a moment of loss and loss.

He originally planned to take advantage of the opportunity of the two to be alone, and talk to Mo Ran about folding flowers, but he was too strict that day...

He had never encountered an apprentice who violated the precepts, and after thinking about it, he felt that the punishment was too harsh.

But Mo Ran didn't even want to see him, and he didn't want to come to accompany him in retreat.

Chu night Ning closed his eyes.

"Master, let's have some tea."

For a long time, he responded, took the full fragrant tea from the slender and fair hands of the teacher, opened the mist, and took a sip.

The tea was so full that a little dripped onto the robe when I took it.

The teacher was as careful as a hair, and when he saw it, he smiled: "I have a veil."

"You don't have to borrow yours." Chu nightning took out a white handkerchief embroidered with Haitang, and lowered his head to wipe off the tea stains.

"What a beautiful handkerchief, it looks like the best one bought in the town." The teacher said gently, "Did the teacher buy it himself?"

There is so much time, Chu nightning wants to say, no, it is sent by the ink.

It was embroidered by him.

My apprenticeship.

But I was in a bad mood, I didn't want to say it, and I felt that I was inexplicably ashamed to say such words.

So after a while of silence, Chu nightning just sighed "um", then folded the handkerchief and retracted it.

After putting away the veil, he sighed softly.

On that day, the sun was shining brightly, and the desolate wind and rain last night only left behind the red leaves and fresh dew on the lotus leaves.

"Did it rain a lot last night?"

The teacher served with the tea set, and when he heard the words, his fingertips were condensed, and his pupils were deep: "Huh?"

Chu nightning turned his attention to Manchi Fangfei, and said lightly: "The flowers are all thanked."

The teacher smiled again, placed the tea cup carefully, and then said lightly: "There was a thunderstorm last night, and it was noisy for a while, and then it stopped. Today will be a good weather, and I will wait for the ground for a while, and I will go. Sweep away all the fallen flowers in the yard."

Chu nightning never spoke again.

The morning glow in the sky is splendid, like a brocade, and looking further into the distance, the sky is like a wash, and when the sun rises, golden feathers are flying.

really.

It was a rare sunny day.

Chapter 279 [Top of Life and Death] The rest of my life pays Xueye

Nanping Valley.

It was late at night, and fresh snow was rustling outside the hut.

In the past few days, Mo Ran's injury has become more and more serious, even if Chu nightning uses the flower soul sacrifice technique to heal him, it will have little effect.

In the afternoon, he woke up vaguely once, but his consciousness was still not clear. He narrowed his eyes and saw Chu Wanning. He just cried. He said sorry, and said not to go. , and finally burst into tears.

He has been dreaming, and has been traveling through his restless years.

For a while, he thought that he had just been picked up by Xue Zhengyi, and for a while he thought that he was in the five years when he lost Chu Wanning.

The only thing he can't dream of is the memory that has been taken away by the eight bitter and eternal hate flowers. I can't dream of all his sacrifices, all his protection, all his innocence.

"Ink burns..." With a bowl of freshly cooked porridge, Chu nightning came to his bedside.

Cooking porridge so hard that it can be eaten is a craftsmanship that belongs to the previous life.

he is

Sit down on the couch, raised his hand, and touched the burning forehead.

It was terribly hot.

He called him, but he couldn't wake up. Chu nightning waited, and when the porridge was getting colder and colder, he felt that he couldn't do this anymore, so he kept the porridge warm again.

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