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    In the middle of the night, Chu Wanning woke up from a light sleep, Mo Ran had already got out of bed, and his clothes were already properly dressed.  He was sitting in front of the table, lighting a single bean lamp, and was lowering his head to fiddle with a bunch of objects.

    The uneasiness and helplessness before became so weak in the bean lonely lamp and the lingering aftertaste. Chu Wanning almost looked at him lazily for a while, and then said: "What are you doing?"

    "Master is awake? Is the light too bright"

    "No." Chu Wanning asked again, "What are you doing?"

    Mo Ran pursed his lips and smiled a little embarrassedly.

    Chu WanNing got up, put on his robe, barefoot, walked to him, leaned against the table and watched.  It turned out that the handkerchief of Begonia was placed on the table, and Mo Ran took the other three plain white handkerchiefs, and was stabbing the patterns on them.

    "Are you embroidering a handkerchief?"

    "I want Master to do it, just give it to me." Mo Ran put down his needle and thread, wrapped his arms around Chu Wanning's waist, leaned over, and kissed his chest.

    Chu WanNing has a scar in his heart.

    Chu Wanning never said the reason for this scar, so Mo Ran didn't ask much.

    It's just that when skin to skin, subconsciously, I often kiss here with pity.

    Mo Ran said: "Other people's handkerchiefs, I'll do it. Anyway, they don't know who made it" He said, picked up a handkerchief that had been embroidered, and asked with a smile, "Mr.  Take a look, according to the thorn, does it look like yours?"

    Chu Wanning sighed: "You don't need to look at it to know it."

    How could this person be so possessive?

    Chu Wanning touched Mo Ran's hair, and Mo Ran looked up at him with a smile.

    The lights are too dim, and the ink burns so that the eyes hurt a little. When I look up, there are some bloodshot eyes, but the face and smile are gentle and brilliant.

    Chu WanNing asked: "Do you still think about those who have?"

    The ink burned for a moment, then whispered: "I don't want to."

    "Well." Chu Wanning said, "That's good."

    "Let's let nature take its course" This sentence, Mo Ran seems to say to himself, and it seems to say to Chu Wanning.

    Let it all come naturally.

    Such days are too few, too few.

    He, Mo Weiyu, is not a god, he is just a duckweed, no matter how small or how small, in the vast world of mortals.  People are selfish. Give a person who is dying of thirst a glass of water, take a sip, and then ask that person to pour out the glass of water, and choose to die of thirst¡ªthis is really too difficult  Yes, almost no one in the world can do it.

    Mo Ran thought, drink a little more rain.

    In the future, if I go to purgatory again, it will not be so painful.

    There is a clear pool of past events, which is enough to comfort the dryness of life.

    On the second day, everyone gathered outside the villa and set off for Jiaoshan together.

    The owner of the horse farm ordered his subordinates to prepare a fat and strong horse for everyone. There was a Qiankun bag embroidered with night cat patterns in front of the black and gold saddle. Xue Meng rode on the horseback and took a look at the bag.  , Immediately wrinkled his nose in disgust.

    Suddenly someone beside him chuckled: "The taste of the owner of the horse is really unflattering. It's fine to embroider a big-headed cat on the Qiankun bag, but also embroider the word 'horse' in red on the back, which is interesting."

    Xue Meng turned around and saw Mei Hanxue riding on a tall white horse, and was playing with the bag.  He raised his light blue eyes, and glanced at Xue Meng with a half-smile. The drop-shaped spar hanging on his forehead exuded a warm luster, flickering, making this face more charming.

    Xue Meng gave him a white look, and whispered: "Scumbag."

    The scum just smiled slightly, squinted his eyes, but he was not angry at all, instead he said: "Young Master Xue, you don't look very well today, did you not get enough sleep?"

    ""

    "There is a blue halo under the eyes, and the Yintang is still black. I have some herbal ointment to calm the nerves and help sleep"

    "Mei Hanxue, are you free?" Xue Meng endured for a while, and found that he couldn't help it, and looked back angrily, "Treading Snow Palace expelled you from the teacher's door? What are you doing here at the summit of death and life?"

    "My master asked me to come here." Mei Hanxue still smiled, "Give your father some hidden weapons he asked for yesterday."

    "Then get out of here when you're done delivering."

    Mei Hanxue was still not angry, and said with a smile: "Well, get out of here."

    "???"

    Xue Meng simply felt that this person was sick. When he saw him a few times, he was either limp like a woman, or cold like a stone. Last time he ran into him at the Confucianism Gate, he even ran on his own?With a silver bell in his hand, Jiang Xi stood still, it was Hua Binan who sent the message for him, Hua Binan waved his sleeve, and a cloud of black smoke gushed out from the sleeve, after a closer look, he found that it was not smoke,  Instead, hundreds of small flying insects stopped at the ears of Gu Yueye's disciple one by one to warn him.

    Xue Meng was so disgusted that he said: "The cold-scaled master is really perverted. Could it be that he is full of bugs?" Suddenly he remembered something, turned his head and said to the teacher: "Speaking of it, you went to Linling Island to study  , haven¡¯t been in contact with Hua Binan, have you? Don¡¯t you play with bugs too, that¡¯s enough for me to drink a pot.¡±

    Shi Mei turned his head and smiled: "Young Master is really worrying."

    At this time, the summit of death and life also began to send messages, and other sects were more or less showing off their skills, but Xue Zhengyi yelled with amplifying skills:

    "After entering the valley, don't swear or swear! If you can't control yourself, use a silencing spell to block your mouth in advance! Did you hear that?"

    ?The loud voice echoed in the mountains and forests, the sound shook the trees, the sound stopped the clouds, and the echoes curled up, endlessly¡ª¡ª

    "Have you heard it all? Have you heard it? Are you here??"

    All the monks: "" (Remember the website address of this website: www.hlnovel.com
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