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    Xue Meng yelled into the air: "Bullshit God! Are your dog eyes blind? Are we trespassing? We were taken captive, you have a look!"

    The teacher said: "It's useless, this is the voice he left behind, and his deity is not here at all. It is presumably that the fake Gouchen confused the judgment of the heart-picking willow, making him think that we are trespassers who are plotting against the law."

    The voice continued:

    "Those who are worthy of the magic weapon in the world should understand what is benevolence, what is tenacity, do not indulge in illusions, and do not confuse the mind. Since you have come, you will be tested by me. If you pass the test, you will be safe.  , but if you are selfish and weak-minded, you are not worthy to be the master of martial arts!"

    Chu Wanning opened and closed his bloodstained lips and teeth, and said: "What a benevolence Is it what you call benevolence if you take people to make blood drips?"

    He knew that Gouchen Shanggong couldn't hear at all, but he was still out of breath. Even if he breathed heavily every time he spoke, and the wound hurt even more, he couldn't control his mean mouth.

    That voice continued to reverberate in the arsenal of the gods: "To test your xinxing. You will fall into the dreamland of the beauty of the heart-picking willow. If you can't wake up from the illusion in time, your companions will bleed out and die here  .¡±

    When the three of them heard this, their blood all faded away.

    The teacher murmured: "What"

    It means that the three of them are about to fall into a dream.

    If they can't wake up in time, will the three of them be intoxicated in dreams forever, and let the ink burn in reality and die of blood?

    After a moment of silence, Xue Meng yelled angrily: "What kind of god are you!!! If the cultivation of immortality is to become like you, I will never bother to touch the sword again in this life!!"

    Chu Wanning also said angrily: "It's ridiculous!"

    "Master!" Shi Mo hurriedly persuaded him, "Don't get angry, be careful of the wound."

    But the grandson of Gouchen Shanggong actually began to recite a poem at this time, and said slowly: "The water is poured down to the ground, and each flows from east to west, north to south. Life also has its destiny. An Neng Xing sighs, sits in sorrow and drinks wine to relax himself.  Raising a glass to cut off the song is difficult. If the heart is not a tree or stone, how can it be indifferent, swallowing voices and hesitating, not daring to speak."

    Xue Meng was about to faint from anger: "What are you talking about!"

    The teacher said: "Bao Zhao's planned journey is difficult, which means that everyone has his own destiny. How can he blame himself and forgive himself with wine, and the singing is interrupted by wine. The human heart is not a rock, so how can it be completely emotionless?  , I still want to talk."

    Gou Chen Shanggong sighed, and said: "In this boundless floating world, how many people can give up their lifelong dreams just to help others? There are endless killings and wars in the world. If the gods and martial arts fall into the hands of treacherous craftsmen, it will be mine."  Also, how can I forgive myself for the crime of creating a weapon"

    Suddenly, the Shenwuku went dark.  The fragments of the castings flying in the air also stopped moving.  A layer of shimmering light slowly lit up on the dome, as if there were stars and brilliance gradually falling down and shining on the ground.

    There is a voice in the air whispering: "Go to sleep"

    This soft and crystal-clear brilliance seems to have some kind of confusing effect. Shi Mo and Xue Meng's cultivation base is not deep, and soon fell into a coma.

    "Go to sleep"

    Chu Wanning gritted his teeth and resisted himself, but the power of Shishen was so great that he couldn't get rid of the heavy drowsiness in the end and fell into a dream.

    Divine arsenal.

    As a blood droplet, Mo Ran was the only one who was awake. He coughed up blood, and through the weakened waterfall, he could vaguely see the three people who fell into a dream behind him.

    ?Chu Wanning, Shi Mei, and Xue Meng have all fallen asleep.

    After Mo Ran heard Gou Chen's words, he knew that only one of them woke up in time, the spell could be broken, and he could be saved.

    However, time passed little by little, the mind became more and more dizzy, and the body gradually became cold.  But no one woke up from the dream.

    It can be said that retribution is not good. In the previous life, I treated Chu Wanning like this. In this life, I also feel the taste of blood loss.

    Really funny.

    Among them, who can give up the best dream in life, the most desired thing, and come to save him?

    Xue Meng is absolutely impossible.

    Chu Wanning Forget it, I don't want him anymore.

    If there is, that person should also be Shi Mei.

    He was thinking vaguely.  But too much blood has been lost, and the consciousness is almost unable to support.

    Mo Ran looked down at his feet, the blood that leaked to the bottom of the copper hourglass was diluted by the water in the clepsydra, glowing with light red waves.

    He suddenly wanted to know, if he also fell into Gou Chen's illusion, what kind of scene would he be able to see?

    is he notSuch a thin body, such a frail person, but little by little, holding on to the vines and willows, slowly climbing up.

    The thorns pierced his hand, and the fire burned the bones and blood.

    It was dyed bright red, and everywhere it passed was mottled with blood.

    Mo Ran closed his eyes, his voice was bloody, every word trembled, and he choked up and said:

    "Master ignorant"

    That person was very close, and Mo Ran saw the pain in his eyes flashing away. He seemed to be really in pain, and even Mo Ran's voice was a kind of torture to him.

    Therefore, although the person in front of him has a stubborn expression, his gaze can almost be called pleading.

    "Don't call me again."

    ""

    "Mo Ran, wait a little longer, I willsave youdowncome"

    Almost as soon as the words fell, the tough light in his eyes floated up, like sharp knives out of their sheaths, and it was indescribably beautiful on that gentle and accustomed face.

    ? Chu Wanning's robes rolled, and he jumped onto the copper hourglass with his feet.

    His face was like gold paper, crumbling, except that he was still breathing, he was no different from a dead person.

    At that moment, Mo Ran felt that it would be better to bleed to death than to let him suffer like this.

    There was a fragmented voice in his throat: "I'm sorry."

    Chu WanNing knew that this sorry was not for himself.  He wanted to explain, but he caught a glimpse of the silver-blue saber hooking the upper palace, which was piercing Mo Ran's chest and ribs. The source of the vine's spiritual power may be on this sword.  He was worried that under the surprise of Mo Ran, he would be injured more seriously, so he still asked his "teacher" in front of him:

    "Mo Ran, have you trusted me?"

    "I believe in you." Without hesitation.

    Chu Wanning raised the eyelash curtain, glanced at him, and held the hilt of the sword. This sword is close to the heart vein. If there is a slight mistake, Mo Ran will die.

    "" Chu Wanning's hand trembled a little, holding it, but did not move.

    Mo Ran's eyes were still red, but he suddenly smiled: "Master."

    "¡­¡­Um."

    Mo Ran said: " Am I going to die?"

    "¡­¡­Won't."

    "If I'm about to die, can can I give you a hug?"

    When he said this, he was very cautious, his eyes were shining with moisture.  Chu Wanning's heart suddenly softened.

    However, thinking that what Mo Ran saw in his eyes was another person, this softness immediately condensed into ice.

    He suddenly felt like an insignificant buffoon on the stage, hidden behind the colorful sleeves of Xiaosheng in Tsing Yi, and no one noticed him.

    In this heartwarming repertoire, he is superfluous.

    Or maybe the only purpose is to put on the ugly face and grin the smile drawn in ink to set off other people's joys, sorrows, sorrows, loves and sorrows.

    How ridiculous.

    Mo Ran didn't know about this. He saw the flickering in Chu Wanning's eyes, and said that the teacher was unwilling, and immediately said, "Just hug it. Just a moment."

    An imperceptible sigh.

    "actually, I¡­¡­"

    Mo Ran: "What?"

    "Forget it." Chu Wanning said, "It's nothing."

    He leaned over, not too close, he might touch the sword, then he stretched out his hand and gently hugged Mo Ran's shoulder.

    He heard Mo Ran say in his ear: "Shi Mei, thank you for waking up, thank you for remembering me in a good dream."

    Chu Wanning lowered his eyes, his eyelashes were like a butterfly fan, and then he smiled lightly: "No thanks."

    After a pause, he said again: "The ink burns."

    "Um?"

    Chu Wanning seemed to be still in a dream, hugged him, stroked his hair, and sighed softly, "Do you know that if a dream is too good, it is often not true?"

    After he finished speaking, the hug was like a touch of water, and he left immediately.

    Mo Ran raised his eyes, he didn't quite understand the meaning of the teacher, he only knew that this small hug was the candy that the teacher gave him with kindness.

    It is sour and sweet, and when it rubs against the back of the tongue, there is a hint of astringency.

    The moment the sword was pulled out, the blood flew like a crabapple blown off by a strong wind.

    Mo Ran only felt a sharp pain in his heart and mouth, and thought for a moment that he was going to die, and he was unwilling to mix in his heart, and suddenly blurted out: "Master, I have always loved you very much. What about you"

    Following the sound of the saber falling to the ground, the vines and willows scattered in an instant, the waterfall rushing down from the sky stopped abruptly, and the Shenwuku suddenly returned to silence.

    I have always loved you very much.

    And you¡­¡­

    The body has reached its limit, Mo Ran felt a sudden blackness in front of his eyes.

    The moment he fell down, he was caught by a pair of blood-stained hands and fell into Shi Mo's arms.  I don't know if it's an illusion, Mo Ran saw Shi Mei frowned, and slowly closed his eyes, the eyes seemed to be smooth and smooth.

    He seemed to hear the teacher said softly: "Me too."

    Ink burning: "!"

    It's a hallucination, otherwise why Shi Mei's expression is so sad, but he still agreed to him.

    "I also love you."

    Consciousness finally dissipated, Mo Ran fell into a coma.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com)Stopping, the Shenwuku suddenly returned to silence.

    I have always loved you very much.

    And you¡­¡­

    The body has reached its limit, Mo Ran felt a sudden blackness in front of his eyes.

    The moment he fell down, he was caught by a pair of blood-stained hands and fell into Shi Mo's arms.  I don't know if it's an illusion, Mo Ran saw Shi Mei frowned, and slowly closed his eyes, the eyes seemed to be smooth and smooth.

    He seemed to hear the teacher said softly: "Me too."

    Ink burning: "!"

    It's a hallucination, otherwise why Shi Mei's expression is so sad, but he still agreed to him.

    "I also love you."

    Consciousness finally dissipated, Mo Ran fell into a coma.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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