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    The lights are shining brightly, illuminating a couple.

    It's not in Meng Potang now, Chu Wanning has arrived at Mo Ran's bedroom.  He couldn't see the road clearly, so Mo Ran took his hand and took him away.

    Chu Wan and Ning's two souls have been lost, I don't know what night and night, and I don't know who is the person who is intertwined with me. I was led by him in a daze. Mo Ran took him into the house and wiped the tears on his face  , closed the door.

    Chu WanNing put down the bowl of copying hands.  Groping around, she came to the head of the bed and asked softly:

    "Is Mo Ran still asleep?"

    ""

    Seeing that there was no response, Chu Wanning thought that Mo Ran was indeed still asleep, and sighed, as if a little disappointed.

    Mo Ran couldn't bear it, and was afraid that he would leave again, so he sat by the bed and said, "Master, I'm awake."

    Hearing him call himself, Chu Wanning frowned slightly, and then said "um", hesitated a little, and did not speak again.

    Mo Ran knew that he was thin-skinned, and if he felt that Shi Mei was present, he would leave after saying a few words, so he picked up a hair button on the table and slammed it on the door, as if Shi Mei closed the door and left  There was a movement, and then said: "Why is Master here? Who brought you here?"

    Sure enough, Chu Wanning under the half-soul was much more deceitful than usual. He was stunned for a moment and said: "Shi Mingjing brought me here, and he left?"

    "gone."

    "Um¡­¡­"

    After a while of silence, Chu Wanning finally said: "The injury on your back"

    "I don't blame Master for the injury on my back." Mo Ran said softly, "I am good at breaking precious grasses, so Master should punish me."

    Didn't expect him to say that, Chu Wanning was slightly startled, then the two soft eyelashes trembled slightly, and sighed: "Does it still hurt?"

    "It doesn't hurt anymore."

    Chu Wanning raised his hand, fumbled with his cold fingertips, touched his ink-burning skin, and for a long while: "I'm sorry, don't remember to hate Master."

    Back then, it was absolutely impossible for him to say such soft words, but after his death, the souls of the dead were wandering in the underworld. Looking back on the past, he felt that he had no regrets about the rest, except that he was too unkind to his apprentice.  Therefore, I got another chance to reappear the old scene, and I whispered the words that I couldn't say out of my face, so naturally.

    Mo Ran felt like his heart was being flowed by warm spring water. The remaining hatred since rebirth, years of old wounds, and lingering unwillingness had already been broken into powder, and at this moment, they were washed away in this sincere apology.  Exhausted, there is nothing left.

    In the soul-inducing light, he stared at the face of the master, the blood stains seemed to disappear, and the pale face seemed to be alive again.  He seemed to see the gentle face when he first saw Chu Wanning in his life through the time that was gone forever.

    Mo Ran couldn't help raising his hand, and his warm hand covered his cold hand.

    "I don't hate you." He said, "Master, treat me well. I don't hate you."

    Chu Wanning was in a daze for a moment, and suddenly smiled.

    Even if it is a dead person, even if his face is mottled and dirty, his smile is still fresh from ice, and the room is full of spring. His eyes are closed, but there seems to be pearls shining between the eyelashes.  It was an extremely brilliant smile that let go of her long-cherished wish for death.  Arrogant but not uninhibited, gorgeous but not demonic, like the most luxuriant and stable crabapple blooming, the branches and treetops are solemnly and cautiously covered with thousands of tender and thin-colored flowers, bright and fragrant, covered with leaves like stars.  between.

    Mo Ran couldn't help but stare dumbfounded

    This is the first time in his two lives that he saw Chu Wanning's relaxed and lively expression.  Mo Ran stupidly, suddenly thought of "smiling like a flower", and felt that it was inappropriate, and then thought of "a smile with a hundred charms", and felt even more absurd.

    In the end, he racked his brains and couldn't think of half a word to describe the beautiful scenery he saw.

    I only know how to sigh repeatedly, it looks good.

    Such a good-looking person, why never found it before?

    As blessed as the soul, Mo Ran suddenly whispered: "Master, there is something I want to tell you."

    "Um?"

    "Madam Wang's crabapple, I didn't know it was so precious. I picked it off that day and wanted to give it to you."

    Chu Wanning seemed a little surprised.  Mo Ran's voice softened, a little shy, and even repeated helplessly: "Yesit's for you."

    "Why did you fold flowers for me?"

    Mo Ran's face couldn't help but red: "I don't know, I just think it looks pretty. I"

    He didn't go on talking, but he felt faintly surprised in his heart. It turned out that he still remembered the mood when he picked flowers for Chu Wanning so long ago?

    lost??It takes a long time to wait.  "

    Mo Ran: ""

    Sun Erwu, who has two or five eyes, wanted to ask again, but the patience of the officer and soldier seemed to be at an end, he kept waving his hands and said, "Let's go, let the soul go. Everyone is rushing to reincarnate, don't hold back, old man, come down!"  One, next."

    Sun Erwu was driven away by his cattail fan.

    The next one was a young woman, her face was covered with makeup, she was still beautiful, when she opened her mouth, there was a kind of composure and charm unique to the industry in her eyes, she said softly: "Master, little girl Jin Huaer, is it you?"  Beaten to death by bullies"

    All the ghosts are groaning, everyone has their own way of death, and everyone has their own thoughts.

    All the chaotic images of life are settled here.  It couldn't have been a more lively and mixed scene.  But Mo Ran only hugged the lamp in his arms tightly.

    He owes his master, and he doesn't care about anything else.

    He only needs to find the lonely soul left by his master.

    "name?"

    The gatekeeper yawned and looked up at Mo Ran.

    Mo Ran was about to speak, but the guard suddenly trembled, as if sensing that something was wrong with this person, he suddenly stood up and stared at his face fiercely.

    ""

    Mo Ran's secret path is not good, not to mention that he is a person who died once, and I don't know if his soul is weird. Even if he doesn't, he holds another person's remnant soul in his arms, which is worth questioning.  But there is no second entrance to the ghost world, so it is destined to be inevitable.

    So I had no choice but to bite the bullet and look at the guard.

    The guard narrowed his eyes.

    Mo Ran pretended to be calm, and reported his family: "Mo Ran."

    The guard was silent.

    Mo Ran's heart was like a beating drum, but his face was unmoved: "Cultivator went mad, and died like this. Please send me a photo of the official." (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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