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    Mo Ran opened the door.

    It was not fully opened, it was a narrow slit, and he saw Xue Meng bathed in the sun, followed by Shi Mo in a blue shirt.

    Xue Meng said: "We brought you some wound medicine What are you doing? Open the door and let us go in."

    Mo Ran was silent for a moment, and let go of the hand holding the door frame.  The two entered the house, Xue Meng went to the window, looked out at the Xizi Xiaguang outside, then retracted, and said: "Your house has a good view, there are just a few big camphor trees outside my room, all blocking  I can't see anything."

    Mo Ran absent-mindedly said: "If you like it, I will change it with you."

    "No, I put everything down, so I just said something casually." Xue Meng waved his hand and walked to the table, "Let Shi Mo give you medicine, the wound on your shoulder that was cut by the vine, no  It's time to deal with the suppuration."

    Mo Ran's dark brown eyes looked at Xue Meng¡ª¡ªif Xue Meng knew about the past life and what kind of soul was hidden under his cousin's shell, he would still smile at him like this and give him medicine  ¡­¡­

    Xue Meng was stunned by his stare, and asked: "What's wrong? Is there something on my face?"

    Mo Ran shook his head, sat down at the table, and lowered his eyes.

    Shi Mo stood aside and said to him, "Take off your shirt, and I'll show you the wound."

    Mo Ran was depressed in his heart, and without thinking too much, he raised his hand and unbuttoned his shirt, and said, "Trouble you."

    The teacher shook his head and sighed: "You, I don't know how to pay more attention. Follow the master, the good ones don't learn from the bad ones, and they run at the forefront when there is any danger, and they always end up with injuries all over their bodies.  , making people feel uncomfortable."

    As he spoke, he took out the contents of the medicine box, wiped the sore for Mo Ran carefully, applied the medicine, and wrapped it in gauze.

    After finishing all this, the teacher said: "Don't enter the water recently, and don't make too many movements. The vines are poisonous, and the wound is not easy to heal. Also, stretch out your hand, and I will diagnose the pulse."

    Mo Ran stretched out his arm to him.

    Shi Mei's ten fingers were slender and white as nephrite, and after a while at the pulse gate, a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes.

    That look was fleeting, but Mo Ran accidentally saw it: "What's wrong?"

    Shi Mei came back to his senses and said, "Nothing."

    "Is the poisoning serious?"

    Shi Mei shook his head, hesitated for a while, and smiled at him slightly: "It's just a little bit, remember to cultivate more, otherwise it will leave future troubles."

    As he spoke, he lowered his head and packed up the medicine box, and said, "I still have some wound medicine to sort out, so let's go first, let's talk."

    The door closed behind him.

    Xue Meng looked at the place where he disappeared, and frowned slightly: "Why do I feel that he is not in a good mood recently, it's weird, like he has something on his mind."

    Mo Ran was not in a good mood, and said: "Maybe after the pulse diagnosis, I found that my time is approaching, so feel sad for me?"

    "Bah, bah, crow's mouth." Xue Meng stared at him, "How can I curse myself like this? Besides, I'm serious with you, the teacher is always very low these days."

    It was only then that Mo Ran became a little concerned. He stopped his hands and asked, "Is there?"

    "Yes." Xue Meng said with certainty, "I tell you, he was in a daze several times before, and I called him two or three times before he reacted. Do you think he will be"

    "What is it?"

    "Like someone?"

    Mo Ran: ""

    Shi Mei likes someone?  If it were eight years ago, Xue Meng told him this way, he would be able to turn over the jealous jar and jump up and curse.  But at this moment, I just feel a little surprised. Looking back, I want to find some clues, but I find that I have paid too little attention to Shi Mei in these years, and there is no trace to be found.

    "Don't ask me, I'm not the one you like anyway." Mo Ran said, pulling up his open skirt and putting on his clothes, "Not to mention other people's feelings, you always care about what you do so much  .¡±

    Xue Meng was a little embarrassed, blushing and coughing: "Where am I in charge! I just said it casually!"

    He stared at Mo Ran ferociously, stared at the good-looking guy who was dying to put on his clothes, stared at him, and suddenly felt that something was wrong.

    After looking again carefully, his eyes fell on Mo Ran's tight chest, and stopped¡ª¡ª

    Mo Ran didn't care, and said casually: "What are you staring at me for? Like me?"

    "" Xue Meng didn't say a word.

    Mo Ran still wanted to die in that tone: "Don't look, it's impossible for us two."

    Xue Meng turned his head with a pale face.But if it is said, it may become more chaotic and out of control.

    what to do?

    he does not know¡­¡­

    The more he thought about it, the more unwilling he became, and the more he thought about it, the more confused he became, he was disturbed, and he was in pain.

    He thought about the man behind the scenes standing behind him.

    He thought of the god-like worship and superstition of Tianyin Pavilion in the comprehension world.

    He thought of the woman being interrogated, her legs bloody and bloody.

    Mo Ran paced the room like a trapped beast, paced the room like a lunatic, and the shadows of Ta Xianjun and Master Mo appeared on his handsome face back and forth, devouring one by one.

    At last he couldn't bear it anymore, and he stood up.

    Push the door and go out.

    Late at night.

    Chu Wanning was about to fall asleep when he heard someone knocking on the door outside.  He opened the door and saw Mo Ran standing outside, startled slightly.

    "How did you come?"

    Mo Ran only felt that he was going crazy, driven crazy by the catastrophe that would come anytime and anywhere.  He plucked up his courage and wanted to explain all this absurdity.  But seeing Chu Wanning's face, his courage was shattered into scum, into mud, into selfishness and weakness.

    "Master" Mo Ran paused, with a slightly nasal voice, "I can't sleep. Can you go in and sit down?"

    Chu Wanning stepped aside, Mo Ran entered the house, and closed the door behind his back.  Maybe it's because his uneasy breath is too strong, so strong that even if he doesn't say a word, Chu Wanning can feel the anxiety in his heart.  "Is something wrong?" he asked.

    Mo Ran didn't say a word, watched him silently for a while, then suddenly walked to the window, put his hands together, and closed the only window tightly.

    "I" Mo Ran opened his mouth, his voice was hoarse, and suddenly his emotions surged, fueling the crazy impulse, "I have something that I want to tell you."

    "About Xu Shuanglin?"

    Mo Ran shook his head, hesitated for a while, nodded again, and then shook his head again.

    The flames of the candles were reflected in his eyes, like poisonous snakes spitting out letters, bright red tongues, twisted and coiled, the expression on his face was too chaotic, and the light in his eyes was also very scattered. Chu Wanning was stunned for a while, looked up  He raised his hand, wanting to touch his face.

    But when his fingertips touched his face, Mo Ran suddenly closed his eyes, his eyelashes were trembling, and his Adam's apple was rolling, as if he had been stung by a scorpion. He turned around and said vaguely:  "sorry."

    ""

    "Can you turn off the lights." Mo Ran said, "I can't say it when I see you."

    Although Chu Wanning didn't know what happened, he had never seen such a burning ink, which made his hair stand on end, as if something that would destroy the world was about to fall, crushing every one standing below.  people.

    Chu Wanning didn't speak anymore, stood there for a while, and nodded.  The ink burned and walked to the candlestick. He stared at the candle for a while, then raised his hand and extinguished the last light.

    The room was suddenly plunged into darkness.

    But Mo Ran just stared at it for a long time, and the phantom of the candle is still shaking in front of his eyes, from orange to colorful, from specific to vague.

    He stood where he was, with his back to Chu Wanning, Chu Wanning did not urge him, waiting for him to speak.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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