thumping. thumping. thumping.
The heartbeat is both heavy and slow.
Chu nightning also blinked, surprise and joy in his eyes, embarrassment and embarrassment flashed by. Elder Yuheng really deserves to be Elder Yuheng. He has been cold and cold for ten years. It is more calm than anyone else to clean up his face. He quickly restrained too much emotion.
"You're not dead, what are you doing down here?"
This question was asked, and Chu nightning regretted it.
Look at the ink burning like this, it is right to save yourself. But if Mo Ran said this sentence to himself, Chu nightning felt that he would probably lose his heartbeat, and he would be in chaos.
Under his tension, he forgot that he was dead, how could he still have a heart.
But Mo Ran stared straight at him, but did not speak like this.
He probably understood that if he said "I'm here for you", it would make Chu Wanning embarrassed.
So he pondered a little, and finally pursed his lips. Instead, he lowered his eyelashes and asked gently, "Master, guess what I'm doing here?"
"...You're uncomfortable coming down."
"When did Shizun change his name to be uncomfortable?" Mo Ran said with a smile, "Don't tell me."
Chu nightning seemed to be stabbed by the gentleness he had never had before, and he quickly drew his hand again, shy and angry: "Nonsense, really presumptuous."
Mo Ran finally discovered a secret.
He found that Chu nightning's anger was his mask. This person is too awkward, and would rather put this claws and claws on his face to cover up all the turbulence, whether it is gentle, joyful, cheerful, shy, or sad.
So silly.
Chu night Ning is stupid, wearing a mask for a lifetime, not too tired.
I was also stupid, and I lived from scratch for two lifetimes before I realized it.
But after speaking like this, the atmosphere is no longer as dignified as before. Chu nightning's four souls have been found, and they will be reborn.
The ink burned in a good mood, and he held Chu night rather than letting go, and told him why he came to the underworld, talked about the master of sin, and when it came to some things, he couldn't help but stop and wait. The choking in his throat dissipated, and his eyes were red again, and he continued to speak. In his explanation, the three words that appeared the most were "I'm sorry".
Chu nightning really didn't know what to say.
He treats people well, not because he wants to exchange this kind of good for anything, and he is also afraid that others will accept his kindness, and he will feel uneasy since then.
In fact, he was afraid that he would have a warm blood and offer a steaming heart and lungs, but was put aside lightly by the other party, and he was cold.
Therefore, although he is open and upright, he hides in the section of being kind to others.
He wore a mask all his life.
But one day, the person he liked stretched out his hand, and suddenly took off the rich anger on his face, as if he had taken off his crab shell.
He stood there in a daze, suddenly not knowing what to do.
In a trance, Mo Ran has kneeled down in front of him, and one hand is still holding his hand, as if he is afraid that he will disappear.
Chu nightning had a moment of absurd and shameful thoughts.
His apprentice has always been daring, and he does not play cards according to common sense. He was suddenly held by the ink and treated like this, and he felt that the other party seemed to want to do something.
"..." He was a little stunned by his own thought, his face became more and more gloomy, and he didn't know what expression to face, so he had to be habitually cold.
But Mo Ran didn't do anything, he just held him, like holding a lost treasure.
It was the person he had abandoned in his previous life.
"Master."
After all hatred was put aside, he knelt before him, sincerely, respectfully, even fiery.
"I used to be wrong. In the future, if you say east, I will go east. If you say west, I will go west. I just want you to be good." "You can go back with me. Okay?"
Chu nightning did not speak, his face was as pale as water, and his heart was full of flames.
"Master."
The youth's voice was soft, soft, with some youthful aftertaste.
When the ink burns and hates a person, it is really hate.
But if you want to be good to someone, it's good to take care of your heart.
He was always paranoid, always extreme.
"Go back with me, you promise me, okay?"
Chu nightning still did not move, just looked at him lightly, not knowing what he was thinking.
Mo Ran was afraid that he would be unhappy, so although he was sad in his heart, he still had a smile on his face, trying his best not to make himself too embarrassed, and to block the master in vain. He took his hand and shook it, teasing him to coax him: "Master, if you want, just nod."
"… "
Mo Ran was afraid that he would not nod his head all the time, thinking about it and saying: "I count three times, can I?"
"… "
"If the teacher doesn't speak, I will treat you as a promise." Mo Ran said crampedly and gently, after a pause, he counted slowly.
"one two Three."
But Chu nightning is like a person who has been frozen for a long time, and suddenly put him in warm water, he feels not warm, but pain.
He used to be a rare person, so he didn't feel uncomfortable when he was cold, but once someone treated him well, and the warmth wrapped him, he finally seemed to have the power to hurt, and suddenly every inch of flesh and blood began to hurt. Every inch of skin is chapped.
It just hurts.
His fingertips trembled slightly in the palm of the ink that was gradually sweating.
The ink burned to see that he was silent, and he became more and more nervous, afraid that he would be disheartened and did not want to return to the world.
But he didn't dare to move, afraid that if he moved, Chu night would abandon him. He maintained a warm smile and said, "I counted too fast just now, you shouldn't be ready, I'll count again."
"one two Three."
Chu nightning: "..."
The ink-burning Adam's apple rolled, and he was shaking. He almost smiled and begged: "Master, did you hear it?"
Chu nightning's phoenix eyes seem to finally have some gods, but they still seem dazed, looking at the burning face of the ink, without any expression.
"I'll count it again slowly, I'm afraid you won't listen." Mo Ran said, "One, two, three."
"… "
"I'll count again for the last time..."
"one two Three."
"It's really the last time."
"one two Three… "
Chu nightning seems to be ruthlessly looking at him kneeling in front of him, over and over again, and counts the people who are one, two, three, one, two and three like a fool. Let the dead trees bloom, and the dead come back to life.
The apprentice in front of him counted stubbornly and diligently, clumsily and stubbornly, as if he was counting his own sins and how his master treated him well.
Counting to the end, the voice is trembling, and the smile is panic.
"Master."
The ink burned his head, and his eyes were red, but he had already killed Chu Wanning to such a degree that he didn't want to cry in front of the conscious Chu Wanning and make the master sad.
So he endured it, still smiling, with a negotiated relaxed tone.
"I'll count it again, you take care of me, okay?"
Chu nightning was suddenly stabbed like a knife by his plea.
He was almost stunned, and he had to pull his hand out of the ink-burning fingertips.
But this time, the ink burned him tightly, and he didn't let go of anything.
The young man looked at him firmly and slowly, his eyes unblinking, like a dog.
He said, "One, two,..."
Suddenly there were rushing footsteps, shouting, and cursing outside. Chu nightning suddenly raised his head and looked at the lights downstairs like a sea. The mighty army of Yin soldiers chased after them and rushed to their place.
Rong Jiu finally caught the opportunity to inform.
"There! Upstairs! Upstairs!"
"Catch that little thief!"
"It's the other way around!"
Anxiety turned the world upside down, and torches and ghosts rolled in like a tide from afar, trying to devour the two of them, obliterate them, and smash them into the endless hell.
The ink burned but did not look back. At that moment, he held the hand of Chu nightning, and suddenly it was very quiet.
Although Chu nightning is not his lover, he is the one he loves and respects, the one who loves him and treats him well. He looked at him with peace of mind.
Chu night Ning scolded him: "Are you dizzy?! What are you still doing?"
As he said, he pulled the hand that burned the ink and pulled him from the ground. In the floating lights, his eyes were shining, no different from when he was born. Chu nightning frowned and said angrily: "Go!"
The ink burned for a moment: "Are we?"
Chu nightning was extremely annoyed: "Who else can it be?!"
The ink burned, he trembled and closed his eyes, opened them again, and then smiled suddenly. The smile was very beautiful, and the eyes were still dyed with water mist, like flowers dipped in dewdrops, and the splendor was boundless.
He finally, finally breathed a sigh of relief, and clasped Chu nightning's fingers tightly.
Fingers clasped.
He pressed against Chu nightning's forehead, whispered, solemnly, said: "Three."
"Three what three! Let's go!"
The endless ghosts outside chased after him, and the ink burned to look back, ah, a little anxious: "Master, open a barrier first! Then I will transfer you to the soul lamp!"
"Won't."
"... What?!" The ink burned like a wooden chicken.
Chu nightning was cold, but still a little embarrassed and angry: "If I still have mana, how can I be trapped in this broken cage?"
"… "
Got it.
The soul of Chu nightning, what is missing is "cultivation".
Since the soul is collected into the soul lamp, it is necessary to sing a spell without interruption. Although the time is not long, this situation is absolutely impossible, and the ink can only pull Chu Wanning to run.
Fortunately, although Chu Wanning's cultivation base is lost, but his skills are still there, it will not be a hindrance. The two rushed to the road, and behind them was the endless stream of Yin soldiers. They ran to the door of the main hall. Chu nightning asked: "Do you recognize the way?"
The ink burned: "I don't know."
Chu nightning: "..."
The ink burned but was not discouraged, and pointed to the towering palace wall: "Go up and see more clearly."
Fortunately, Chu night Ning Qinggong has a solid foundation. Even if there is no cultivation support, it is still not a problem to fly over the walls. He stepped on the eaves and looked down and saw that the corpse had been slaughtered in anger, and he said to the ink: "You will be summoned to hell!"
The ink burned according to the words, the palms were rubbed together, and a dazzling scarlet brilliance was like a snake spitting out a letter, and it slammed out, the crimson willow leaves swayed, and the magic willow vines coiled around his feet.
"After five li of spiritual energy, enter Quchi, gather in Shangyang, and pump it down."
brush!
Chu nightning seemed to suddenly think of something and added: "Let's pour some spiritual power."
The ink burned when he heard the words, and it was too late to end the momentum.
Only a loud bang was heard, and the hissing snake burst into flames at the moment it was thrown out, like a Tenglong swallowing flames of electricity, roaring from the ink-burning palm to the corpse tide. The blazing flames almost scorched the entire corridor, bringing the fire to move the stars and land, and ascended the clouds out of the Ding Lake. Almost in the blink of an eye, the dozens of soldiers who had bitten at the forefront, along with the bricks, tiles, and plants, burned them clean!
Chu nightning: "..."
Ink burning: "..."
"Isn't it asking you to pour less spiritual power!" Chu nightning frowned and said angrily.
"When you said it, I already..." Suddenly thought that I couldn't talk back to the master, to be respectful, the ink burned and shut up, saying, "The teacher taught me."
"Forget it." Chu nightning flicked his sleeves, "I said it was too late."
The ink burned for a while - it turns out that if the master is to be soft, just take the fault first by yourself, okay
He blinked and laughed involuntarily.
Chu nightning glanced at him: "What are you smirking, still not leaving?"
The author has something to say: Haha, the opinions of your friends~ If one day I change the title of the book on a whim, most of the time I will change "This seat has become better", if I change it, don't jump out of the update and don't know me 23333~