A wind lantern wanders faintly on the peak of death and life, looking for the half-wisp of a lonely soul that has returned.
After the soul-inducing lamp is turned on, the living people can no longer see Mo Ran, and he seems to have become a half ghost, stepping on the small bluestone steps, walking all over the corridors, verandas and terraces, Zhang watched.
? Red Lotus Water Pavilion, Shuangtian Palace, Sansheng Terrace
I have traveled everywhere, but I can't see him.
Mo Ran couldn't help but wonder, could it be that the master was exhausted before his death, and he never wanted to see him after his death?
This thought made him feel like falling into an ice cave, his feet became more and more anxious, the hem of his clothes brushed over the weeds, and he caught sight of a person standing on the bridge of Naihe, clear and cold, desolate, his palms were sweating instantly, his heart was beating like a drum, and he was eager to go to that place. people run.
"Master¡ª¡ª"
The one who turned back was an unknown soul, probably also the disciple who died in the sky crack, half of his face was covered with blood, and he looked at Mo Ran dully and confused.
"I'm sorry, I made a mistake." Mo Ran murmured and hurried past him. The dead soul lost his sanity, and just watched the ink burn in front of him stiffly, without any action, the white body of the corpse condensed in place, like a silkworm slough left in the world.
Mo Ran couldn't help but feel even tighter.
What if Master's human soul becomes a walking corpse like him? Even if he finds him by himself, can he guard him until dawn?
In my heart, the golden horse and the iron horse stepped hurriedly, and the steps under my feet became faster and faster.
Raising his eyes, he suddenly realized that he had reached the door of Meng Potang without knowing when.
Mo Ran thought in his heart, Master has no obsession with food, and he would not come to this place of cooking specially after he returned to his soul.
Just as she was about to turn around and leave, she heard a soft sigh from Meng Potang.
The voice was very thin, but it sounded like a thunderbolt in Mo Ran's skull.
He almost staggered and broke in the door, tremblingly raising the soul lamp in his hand. The light of the Soul Lamp was like the rising sun, warm yet faint, illuminating a silhouette in white clothes.
The joints were dead and white, and the nails barely penetrated the palms.
Mo Ran murmured: "Master"
Chu WanNing half a soul, standing alone in the huge kitchen. The figure is a bit faded, like ink marks that have faded over time, but it is his appearance.
He was wearing the misty white clothes when he died, and the corners of the clothes were stained with blood stains, which was extremely beautiful, so his skin was extremely pale, with a smoky color, it seemed that just a gust of wind would dissipate his soul .
Mo Ran held the lamp and looked at the mirror in front of him.
Wanting to go faster, for fear of being late, he left.
If you want to walk slowly, but you are afraid of rushing, your dream will be shattered.
Thousands of thoughts were intertwined, but the eye sockets could not help but flush slightly, and a lot of guilt welled up in his heart. He only felt that he owed him, and stood still near him, feeling ashamed.
The lantern swayed slightly.
When I got closer, I saw him busy, he seemed a little anxious, and he was so clumsy.
What is Chu Wanning doing?
He came behind him, intending to help the poor soul, but when he saw the scene in front of him, he felt as if he had been struck by lightning. After the huge shock dissipated, he opened his bloody mouth with a burst of pain, and slammed He bit his neck hard.
Mo Ran stepped back two steps suddenly, shook his head slowly, but couldn't say a word.
At this moment, even if you use an awl to plunge into the chest and grab the heart out, it will not hurt any more.
He saw that Chu Wanning's hands, because he dragged himself before death, climbed more than 3,000 steps, those hands that had already been scarred and bloody, were slowly rubbing on the table.
On the table, there are flour, seasoning, and stuffing.
There is water boiling in a pot next to it, and the water has already boiled. The idiot Chu Wanning didn¡¯t know how to extinguish the fire a little bit, and the dense mist made everything around him very blurry
Or maybe it wasn't the steam that blurred the eyes of the spectators, but Mo Ran's own eye sockets were moistened.
Chu Wanning's ray of human soul is slowly pinching the skin of his hands. He originally had a pair of extremely dexterous hands. The magic weapon walked under his slender fingers, and the ten thousand-zhang enchantment rose from between his palms.
But now those hands are broken and trembling slightly, and they are carefully wrapping round chao hands one after another.
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Mo Ran raised his arm suddenly, struggling to wipe his red eyes, but still couldn't say a word.
Chu WanNing turned his back to him, as if he finally remembered that the water in the pot had been boiled for too long, and he was afraid that if he didn't care about it, it would dry up, so he looked for the pot again.
&nbs? decision.
Take it out and put it in a bowl. Shredded green onion, milky soup, red oil topping.
He handed the bowl to "Shi Mei", but suddenly stopped at the end.
"I'm going to treat him in the end, it's too unreasonable." Chu Wanning murmured.
A little silence.
"That's all. You don't need to send it off. I'll go see him myself and apologize to him."
Mo Ran stared blankly, his face was as pale as his soul.
Originally thought that Master was too cold, as cold as iron, which made my heart freeze to ice. But who would have expected that Master would be kind to me
The regret he couldn't let go of in this world was actually himself.
¡ª¡ªApologize to him again.
The ice melted, became water, and became a vast ocean.
Mo Ran slowly raised his hand and buried his face in his palm.
His shoulders trembled slightly.
Heart as hard as iron? Hard as iron?
no¡¡
Mo Ran choked his throat, and wept again, he knelt down, he knelt in front of the remnant soul who couldn't see himself, and the soul-inducing lamp rested at his feet, he groaned intermittently, he was so hoarse that he almost cried blood, he finally didn't Couldn't help crying.
He knelt in front of Chu Wanning.
no¡¡
He leaned into the dust, and he grabbed Chu Wanning's blood-stained hem.
?Your non-heart is as cold as iron, and I can hardly be a rock. It's just that the previous calculations were wrong, and you made a lot of mistakes It's just
"Master, Master" He mourned and curled up, "I'm sorry for you. Please Please go back with me"
"Master Please go back with me, I was wrong, it was my fault. I don't blame you, I don't hate you, it's my fault, I always make you angry, if you beat me and scold me in the future, I will also I will never fight back, Master, as long as you come back, I will obey you in everything respect you, love you, treat you well"
But Chu Wanning's hem is so ethereal, it seems to be broken at any time in the hand.
Mo Ran wished he could cut his chest open and exchange his heart for him, as long as he could hear his heartbeat again. I wish I could shed all my blood and run into his veins, as long as I can see the color on his face again.
He wished he could do everything to make up for the mistakes he had made.
"Master." He finally broke down in tears.
"Let's start over, shall we"
In front of Tongtian Tower, under the crabapple tree.
Grandmaster, who is as gentle as a white cat, raised his head, his phoenix eyes widened slightly, and the branches and cicadas chirped three or two times, and the young man in front of him was smiling.
"Xianjun Xianjun, I have been watching you for a long time. You ignore me."
In the blink of an eye, twenty years, two lifetimes.
It's in the past.
The bottom line is shameless, wolf ambition, but also to say this sentence¡ª¡ª
Master, let's start over.
OK.
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