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    "Come on, brother Mo, let me introduce you. This is a junior sister under my sect, named Song Qiutong."

    In the end, he bit the bullet and sat down, and was introduced by Nangong Si excitedly at the wine table.  Song Qiutong, Song Qiutong, he knew exactly where there was a mole on her back and where there was a birthmark on her leg, so Nangong Si needed to say more.

    But his face was still tense, and he nodded restrainedly: "Miss Song."

    "This is Grandmaster Chu's direct disciple, Mo Weiyu from the peak of death and life. You should have seen him in Caidie Town before, but there were so many people at that time, I guess you can't remember clearly."

    Song Qiutong gave a gentle smile, got up and saluted, "Little girl Qiutong, I have met Immortal Mo."

    ""

    Mo Ran didn't get up, looked at her with deep eyes for a while, and then said: "You're welcome."

    For his former wife, Mo Ran is actually disgusting from the bottom of his heart.  This kind of nausea is not only after reincarnation, but it has been deeply rooted in the bone marrow in the previous life and is indelible.

    The previous few times we met, he had never met her face to face, so although he hated her, he was not as unhappy as today.

    She is a soft and weak woman, she always speaks in a soft voice when she does things and speaks.  She is like the green fruit on the tree in early autumn, hidden behind the lush leaves, the smell is not as fragrant as the flowers, and the color is not compelling, but it is very lovable. The slender and full body contains endless  Sentimental and tender, it seems that you can taste the sweet and sour taste of the juice with a light bite.

    Only when you gnaw deeply, you will find a rotten and smelly worm lying inside, dead in the core, with pus and mold spots on the worm's body.

    Indeed, compared to him, Song Qiutong didn't seem to have done any heinous things in his previous life.  It was nothing more than betraying the Confucian school that saved her life.  It was nothing more than when Mo Ran slaughtered the city, he paid Ye Wangxi to protect himself.  It is nothing more than that, when Linyi's corpse mountain was full of blood, she was overjoyed by the reward of Mo Ran, wearing gold and silver, dressing herself up beautifully, and carefully serving the new master.

    It was nothing more than that, after the massacre was over, she expressed her sincerity by crying in front of Ye Wangxi's corpse who would never speak again, saying that Ye Wangxi treated her badly and never gave her a good day, if it wasn't  Mo Ran is here, I am afraid that she will be a cow and a horse for the surname Ye for the rest of her life.

    anything else?

    Mo Ran thought silently.

    what else?

    Nangong Si is an impatient person, some dishes were delayed, so he urged them to go.  So only the husband and wife from the previous life remained in the wing room.

    "Mr. Mo, I offer you a toast." She generously poured the wine for him, with half of her forearm protruding from her water sleeve, and there was a little bright red cinnabar on her wrist.

    Somehow, Mo Ran raised his hand and strangled her wrist.

    She let out a soft sigh, raised her eyes, and looked at him in panic, her eyes were as tender as green onions with water: "Mr. Mo, you are"

    Mo Ran stared at her face, looked at her for a while, his eyes dropped, and stopped on her slender hands with jade fingers.

    "What a pair of good players." For a long time, he said softly, with a stern expression, "Can Miss Song know how to play chess?"

    "Slightly, briefly understand a thing or two."

    "With such good hands, one can play a good game of chess." He said coldly.  Nangong Si's footsteps could be heard outside, as well as his domesticated wolfhound barking at the door.

    "Excuse me." Mo Ran loosened Song Qiutong's thin wrist, then took a handkerchief, and wiped his fingers carefully.

    ? The sun shines on the dragon light outside, and here is a spring night banquet on the terrace.

    Mo Ran looked as usual, as if nothing had happened.  Although Song Qiutong was despised for no reason, she was always able to bear it. During the banquet, she got up and poured wine for Mo Ran.

    He refused to drink the wine she poured out, so he never touched the glass again.

    Nangong Si said: "Brother Mo, the Lingshan Conference will be held soon. You are Master Chu's apprentice anyway, so you can't make him lose face. Are you ready?"

    "I dont go."

    "Aren't you telling the truth?"

    "Really." Mo Ran smiled and said, "It is enough for my cousin to go. All the sects in the world are rushing to Lingshan. I am afraid of the excitement and don't want to go."

    Nangong Si didn't seem to believe it at all, he squinted his brown eyes, and his expression was like a falcon seeing the fire.

    But Mo Ran's eyes were frank, and he looked at him without reservation.

    The eagle stared at the rock for a while, and found that the rock was really just a rock, neither hiding a cunning rabbit nor a slippery snake.

    He leaned back on the back of the chair, turned his chopsticks, and suddenly grinned: "It's interesting, then ISentence: "Mr. Nangong, although I don't know what entanglement you have with Mr. Ye, but I think he treats you very well. If you want, just have a good talk with him, don't hide it  Nothing to say."

    However, Nangong Si didn't appreciate it. He was angry and said coldly, "Don't worry about it."

    "" This short-lived ghost!

    The ink burned away.  Before he reached the downstairs, he heard Nangong Si's angry shout from the room, that young man like a wolf dog was tearing Ye Wangxi's soul with his fangs and sharp teeth.  He's questioning him¡ª

    "Ye Wangxi! What kind of ecstasy soup did you pour into my father? Let him see you as more important than me!! Go back? Why should I go back with you? Since I was a child, what can I decide for myself? Ah?  Ye Wangxi, let me ask you, what on earthwhat do you think of me!!"

    With a bang, the table fell down, and the dishes and cups crackled all over the floor.

    The maids standing in the aisle were all terrified, and even the guests poked their heads out from their compartments.

    "What's the matter?"

    "Oh, who is so violent, look at this posture, don't smash the restaurant."

    Mo Ran pursed his lips, then looked back at the end of the aisle.

    He heard Ye Wangxi's voice, shriveled and lifeless like autumn leaves.

    "Nangong, if I make you unhappy at home, then I will leave and never appear in front of you again."

    ""

    "Go back." Ye Wangxi said, "Please."

    If he hadn't heard it with his own ears, Mo Ran would never believe that a straight person like Ye Wangxi would say such a weak word as "begging".

    In his impression, Ye Wangxi is an immovable gentleman and an invincible God of War. Mo Ran can imagine him bleeding, but he can't imagine him crying. He can imagine his death, but he can't imagine him kneeling.

    But today, he actually said to a man in front of Song Qiutong in a restaurant, please.

    Mo Ran closed his eyes.

    A person lives a lifetime, how many things are unknown?

    No one is naked/naked in front of others.  People hide their bodies with clothes, and their emotions with words and expressions.  People wrapped themselves up heavily, their necks protruded out with their heads held up like flower branches, and all of them gave the world a face with clear faces of joy and anger, those who sang Tsing Yi sang Tsing Yi, those who sang Xiaosheng sang Xiaosheng, the world was like a play, and the end of life was pure and clear.  Ugly, clear what to do.

    Having been singing for a long time, who can accept that with a pull of the sleeves and a hook of the phoenix's eyes, they will start singing Dan?

    But when the cymbals stopped, the yueqin was silent, and the night was quiet, everyone washed off the heavy oil paint, and the greasy water stains took away the sharp-edged faces during the day, revealing strange facial features.

    It turns out that Hua Dan is a heroic man, and Wu Sheng has a pair of gentle eyes.

    Mo Ran returned to the hut where he temporarily lived, he was thinking, how much has he seen all living beings clearly after living two lifetimes?  How clear have you seen yourself again?

    A Chu Wanning, let his heart live and die, die and come back to life, Chu Wanning

    So he remembered that today Nangong Si actually mistook him for Chu Wanning, which was a little funny, how could it be wrong.

    But when he was washing up, he suddenly found the man in the bronze mirror with a high ponytail and a simple white warlock robe.

    The ponytail was randomly tied in the morning, and the warlock robe was because the old clothes were a little smaller a few days ago. He went to the shop to pick out clothes, and after looking around, he found a beautiful white dress. He didn't think much about it, he didn't think about it  Why do I think this dress is beautiful, so I bought it and put it on my body.

    Looking in the mirror, he suddenly understood.

    It turns out that this white dress is so similar to the one that Chu Wanning used to have.

    The bronze mirror is dim, and the previous life is like a dream. Mo Ran looks at the person in the mirror, as if through the heavy color of this dream, he sees the fragments of Chu Wanning and his phantom.

    The face wash water has not been wiped off, and it drips down the line of the gradually hardening chin.

    Standing in front of the mirror, he somewhat understood, just as his night tour god was poorly imitating Chu Wanning's night tour god, and he himself was poorly imitating his master.

    Mo Ran subconsciously looked for Chu Wanning's figure in the world of mortals, but when he couldn't find it, he slowly became him¡ª¡ª

    ? Time flies.  I'm out of remorse, or whatever.

    I can't see you, thinking about what you would do if you encountered such a thing.  You smile at what you see and get annoyed at what you see.

    I think of you before I do everything, and I want to make you happy when I do everything.

    I thought, "If you were here, would you nod if I did this? Would you be willing to praise me a little bit and say that I did nothing wrong."

    I think this way every day, buried in the bone marrow, and it has become a habit.  So later on, even I didn't realize it myself.

    ?It turns out that time flies, and I have already become what you look like in my mind.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com)I thought, "If you were here, would you nod if I did this? Would you be willing to praise me a little bit and say that I did nothing wrong."

    I think this way every day, buried in the bone marrow, and it has become a habit.  So later on, even I didn't realize it myself.

    ?It turns out that time flies, and I have already become what you look like in my mind.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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