But after a few laps outside the red lotus water pavilion, the ink burned still calmed down and did not do such crazy things.
Too dangerous.
This is the first time he has practiced rare chess, and he has never tried its effectiveness. If he was rash and attacked the first master, he was afraid that his life was too long.
So hesitating again and again, the ink burned or controlled his impulse, and he left the red lotus waterside. After several deliberation, he finally chose to hit the two precious black stones on the two younger disciples who were at the top of the dead. He needed many experiments, and it was the safest choice to start with the younger disciples with unstable foundations.
It was a cool night, the night shrouded the top of the mountain, and the ink burned very quickly. Looking at the figure of the two young people who were still playing by the river just now, he was so nervous that his hands were shaking. , the pupils narrowed. The moonlight illuminated his pale face, he pursed his lips, moved his fingertips slightly, and paced out.
It was the first time he used this heinous forbidden technique, and he was excited and nervous.
"Wow—"
The two of them suddenly knelt down, but the ink burned like a bird that was frightened, like a murderer who had just killed someone. A little trouble took his life. He immediately hid in the bushes next to him, and his heart seemed to jump out of his throat.
Bang bang bang.
After a long time, he saw the two of them kneeling in the same stupor, motionless, and his beating heart finally calmed down.
His underwear was soaked with cold sweat, and his scalp was numb.
He goes out.
Stand again under the moonlight, beside the gravel of the river beach.
This time he was finally calmer than before, although he still didn't dare to breathe, cautiously like a slippery snake hissing out of the night.
The ink burned down and looked at the two little brothers.
The two people who were still in hip-hop just now had no color on their faces. They were calm like dead water. They knelt on the ground motionlessly, staring at them, and they didn't look up, just kneeling.
"… "
The ink burned and tried to move his fingertips to activate the spell.
The two junior brothers squatted down, then got up and rolled their eyes. In those two pairs of dark eyes, Mo Ran saw his own reflection.
The reflection will not be too clear, but I don't know why, Mo Ran feels that he has seen it clearly, and the autumn will be seen, and the water will not leak.
He saw a ghost with a pale face and red eyes glowing against the full moon.
The ink burned when he heard his voice, trembling, and hoarsely testing: "Sign up."
The gentle voices of the two Gujing Wubo answered him: "The name is not up to me."
The burning heart is beating violently, and the blood is swaying in the body.
"It's not up to me."
"Where is this evening?"
"It's up to me to age."
For the low-level sunspots successfully controlled by the Zhenlong chess game, there will be three of them that are not up to me: why the name is up to me, where they are, and what year they are.
- All are determined by the owner.
This is exactly the same as what is written in the ancient scrolls.
The ink is burning, and it is strange to say that when facing the two chess pieces made by himself, what he feels most is not ecstasy, but fear.
What is he afraid of? He didn't know, but his heart was very, very chaotic.
He knew he was standing on the edge of a cliff—no, he had fallen, and there was darkness, an abyss, and he couldn't see the end, where was death, where was the end, where there was fire, where was end.
He felt as if there was a soul inside him roaring and screaming in pain, but it quickly shattered, shattered into powder, and shattered into residue.
Trembling, he reached out and touched the cheek of one of the chess pieces.
He swallowed, but there was no saliva in his mouth, his lips were chapped, his handsome face was contorted, he stared at the little junior brother, and then asked the last question: "What do you want?"
"Whatever you ask for, be a chess piece for the king, smash your body to pieces, and do whatever you want."
"… "
The ink burns and does not shake.
Everything around him suddenly became very quiet, cold and still, like ice.
He made two chess pieces, and two of them turned the two little junior brothers, who he didn't even know their names, into puppets for his subordinates. He wants them to go east, and they won't go west, and he wants them to fight each other, and they won't open up.
He is their master.
Zhenlong's chess game is the worst controllable dead object, and the strongest controllable living person.
The ink-burning spiritual power is naturally domineering and fierce, and he is extremely talented in this way. The first time he started, the chess pieces he made were able to control two living monks, although they were only two young monks who were just getting started.
After the initial fear, Mo Ran suddenly felt extremely exciting and extremely excited. There seemed to be a grand drawing scroll slowly unfolding in front of him. It was full of sensuality and colorful flowers. Everything was pinched in the palm of his hand, and everything belonged to him.
Whatever he loves can be held tightly.
What he hates can be ground into powder.
Mo Ran was very excited, his heartbeat was still very fast, even faster, but not because of panic, but because of excitement, Zhenlong chess game! Three Forbidden Techniques!
Sneaky, failed tens of thousands of times, but he finally got it... he finally made it... he did a fantastic job.
The world will be in his pocket!
With these sunspots, he can do many things that he couldn't do before, and he can make his minions from Mobei to Jiangnan!
The eyes are colorful and extremely splendid.
As if anything can be done, anything can be done, he...
"Ink burns."
Suddenly a familiar cold voice interrupted him.
Like a basin of cold water, those Zhulou towers seemed to collapse in an instant, and he seemed to fall from the clouds to the cold and hard ground, falling back into the depressing reality.
The ink burned his head slowly, his eyes were scarlet and hideous, facing the moonlight, he saw the cold white man standing on the gravel.
"… "
He has never had a time when he didn't want to see Chu Wanning more than at this moment.
"what are you doing here?"
Mo Ran's hand secretly squeezed into a fist, pursed his lips, and did not answer immediately.
There are also two precious chess pieces standing behind him, and they are not perfect. If Chu nightning comes closer, he will find something different, then everything will be revealed.
With the character of Chu Wanning, I am afraid that he will slap his tendons, break his legs, abolish his spiritual core, and then burn the rare ancient books that he copied from the forbidden area of the library.
Seeing that he was silent, Chu nightning frowned slightly, and the white silk shoes stepped on the sand and took a step forward.
But really, it's just gone that far. Then he stopped and looked at the two strangely standing disciples behind Mo Ran.
No longer caring about anything, the ink burned the little fingertips gently, but almost all the will was used, and the order was roaring in the heart, and finally the two disciples moved as he wished.
A disciple laughed and said: "This one is too close. I must have lost it farther than you just now."
"Just blow it, anyway, you... ah, Elder Yuheng!"
They acted as usual, and they were frolicking like before. When they saw Chu Wanning, they even froze for a while. Then the two of them always bowed to Chu Wanning. Chu Wanning looked at them a few times and felt that something was wrong. But not so clear.
"Ask the elders."
"Elder Yuheng, be safe."
The two disciples restrained their smiles, greeted Chu Wanning in a proper manner, and planned to leave here wisely.
Chu nightning frowned, his brows did not loosen, his eyes kept watching the two chess pieces coming from the river beach, approaching him, passing by the wrong shoulder, and walking towards the bamboo forest... He stared at the two people for a long time, this Just turned his head and set his eyes on Mo Ran again. Mo Ran secretly breathed a sigh of relief. As a result, the breath was not half relieved, and he heard Chu nightning suddenly say:
"stop."
"..." Mo Ran's face changed slightly, and the nails actually had red marks in the palm of his hand, but he didn't say anything, didn't say anything, he quietly observed the subtle expressions of Chu Wanning, and observed Chu Wanning's Every move.
Chu nightning said to the two stupefied figures: "Come back."
There was no way for the ink to burn, so he had to bite the bullet and let the two chess pieces obey the order, and slowly walked back from the end of the bamboo forest, standing in front of Chu Wanning.
The light cloud moves, and the full moon sticks out.
Under the bright moonlight, Chu nightning stared at the faces of the two disciples, suddenly raised his hand, and his fingertips covered the side of one of the necks.
The ink burned closely at the expression of Chu nightning, calm, but the heartbeat was frantic.
He knew that Chu nightning must have noticed something was wrong, so he suddenly reached out to detect the pulse. You must know that people who are new to Zhenlong chess pieces can generally only control dead bodies, but not living people. Although these two people are directly made of living people, the ink burns are not sure that they are really so perfect, and they are not sure if they have killed them in an instant when they put the sunspots into the hearts of the two.
"… "
I don't know how long it took, Chu nightning finally dropped his hand, and then flicked his sleeves and said, "Let's go."
The ink burned and only felt that the knife hanging on his neck was moved away - Chu nightning did not notice. Cangtian has eyes, which made him secretly live under the eyes of Chu Wanning.
When the two disciples left, Chu nightning glanced at him, and then said: "It's so late, why are you here."
The ink burned: "Passing by." His tone was very good, and he didn't suddenly have a better attitude towards Chu nightning because he had a ghost in his heart. Perhaps it was his cold and rebellious posture that made Chu Wanning, who should have been suspicious, pursed his lips and was speechless for a while.
He didn't want to stay with Chu nightning for a while, looked away and walked forward. But when he was about to take the wrong shoulder, Chu nightning suddenly said a word, which made him tense in an instant.
"The forbidden area of the library, someone has sneaked in recently."
"..." The ink burned without looking back, but there was a thin light distortion in the pupil.
"You should know that there are some forbidden scrolls that are under the control of the ten major sects."
The ink burned and stopped, and he said: "I know."
"One of the most important fragments has obvious traces of being turned over."
The ink burned and sneered: "What does that have to do with me?"
He is holding on, he knows that as long as the sky is out and he is interrogated, then his sinful actions and the budding demons will be exposed under the eyes of Chu nightning.
His big dreams, his ambitions, are all over.
Chu nightning was silent for a moment: "Ink burning, when will you be stubborn?"
There was a hint of resentment in the voice.
"..." The ink didn't answer, but it was almost predictable what would happen next.
Anticipating the flash of golden light from the sky.
It is expected that Chu nightning will use the face of a gentleman to ask himself why he has to do such a beastly thing. Anyway, in the eyes of Chu nightning, he will always be so-
"You don't know how dangerous it is right now?"
There is no cure.
He still thought about those four words dryly.
Then he turned his head almost blankly. Looking at the moonlight, Chu nightning's face.
His face was pale, and a faint unsteadiness was suppressed under his sword brows. A pair of piercing eyes stared at him, but he couldn't see through anything, couldn't see through anything.
"Then if someone really practiced the forbidden technique, it would kill people. You don't sleep at night, and you come to such a desolate place, do you want to give your life in vain?"
"… "
Chu nightning's voice was low, almost biting the root: "So many people died in the battle of the sky, didn't you teach you how to cherish your life? Since you know that the fragment was stolen and read, how can you still sit back and relax!"
The ink burned silently, and the dark brown eyes stared at each other.
There was thin sweat on his forehead, and he slowly calmed down at this time, and it was cold when the wind blew.
His body relaxed one by one, and he didn't know what kind of weird taste filled his heart. At the end, the ink burned almost with a smile: "Master..."
Chu nightning's phoenix eyes flickered slightly.
Since the death of the teacher, Mo Ran has never smiled at him, and rarely calls him a teacher.
The ink burned and asked with a smile: "Are you caring about me?"
"… "
The smile bloomed brighter.
It was so bright that it looked like a bayonet, the white knife went in, the red knife came out, and it sank into the chest with a thud, and there were blood beads on the blade. He slowly grinned like a ghost, and his white teeth were like the poisonous claws of a scorpion.
"The Battle of the Sky Crack..." He chuckled, "It's really good that Master can mention the Battle of the Sky Crack. It doesn't matter what I learned in that battle, the key is that the Master has learned to love people. ."
Seeing that the light in Chu nightning's eyes trembled, he tried his best, but he couldn't dodge, and there was no way to retreat.
The smile on the face of the ink burned more and more exaggerated, wanton and cruel.
He invaded him, bit him, he chewed Chu Wanning's throat, he suddenly felt so happy, and laughed loudly: "Hahaha, okay, great, it's really a good deal, a membership The unnamed disciple has changed the conscience of Master Chu, and Master Chu will finally remember the life and death of the people around him, Master, I finally feel today that it is good for Master to die."
Rao is a calm and cold person like Chu Wanning, and he shuddered slightly in his vulture-like frantic laughter.
"Ink burns..."
"The teacher died well, the value of death, the righteousness of death, and the right death!"
"Ink burning, you..."
Stop laughing.
Say no more.
But he can't speak, Chu nightning can't speak, he can't beg for mercy, he can't plead, and he can't rebuke this almost crazy apprentice, saying - you are wrong, it's not that I don't want to save him, I'm really powerless.
I also suffered the same injuries as him, and if I spend an inch more of my spiritual power, I will become a bone in the mound and a person under the spring.
He couldn't speak.
Perhaps he felt that such a confession was too weak.
Or maybe I think that, probably in the burning heart, even if my master is dead, it is not enough to mention, and it is not better than the gentlest teacher who treats him.
So in the end, Chu nightning just tried his best to suppress the trembling in his voice, and squeezed out word by word in a low voice, he said: "Mo Weiyu, when are you going to be crazy."
"… "
"Go back to me."
Anger cooks grief, bitterness in his throat.
"Shi Mingjing's death was not in exchange for a lunatic like you."
"Master's words are bad." The ink burned with a smile, "The death of the teacher, how can it be me?"
He is like a snake and a scorpion, like a bee and an ant, gnawing at people's hearts.
"He died, and in exchange, it was clearly you, Master."
Bees sting into flesh.
Looking at Chu nightning's pale face, he felt a painful pleasure in his heart. He didn't want to irritate him, sneer at him, and break his liver and intestines, so that Chu nightning is better than death.
great.
They go to hell together.
"I also want to go back." Mo Ran smiled calmly, the pear vortex was deep, and the wine was brewed, "I don't want to wander around in the middle of the night. But his house is opposite my house."
The ink burned did not say who it was, he used the word "he".
Among them, the intimacy made Chu nightning even more tormented.
"The lights in his house will never come on again."
Chu nightning closed his eyes.
The ink burned and smiled, and for a long time, the expression gradually calmed down: "I want to ask for a bowl of Chaoshou to eat, and I can't ask for it again."
For a moment, Chu nightning's eyelashes trembled and his lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something.
But the ink burning did not give him the opportunity to speak out, nor did he have the courage to speak out, the ink burning was not without ridicule: "Master, this kind of thing, the people of Shuzhong are the best at doing it, red oil, spicy pepper, and pepper. You hate it the most. When you wanted to cook another bowl for me, I took it. But, I know what you make without having to taste it, there is only one word to describe it."
Chu nightning still did not open his eyes, his eyebrows frowned slightly.
It seems that in this way, you can avoid that sharp sword.
"I don't read much. Fortunately, I just heard Xue Meng say it a few days ago. I feel that it is really appropriate to use it on the master's hand."
what is it
In vain
Vain
Chu nightning searched in confusion in his consciousness, as if he was busy finding a fitting armor, and found the most ugly word to pick up first, so as not to be bullied too embarrassed.
worthless
The ink burned still did not speak, and the word was immersed in his lips and teeth playfully.
Yes, it's worthless.
Chu night Ning firmly believes that there is no more chilling word than this.
He calmed down.
Until he heard the ink burning and said calmly: "Dong Shi Xiao frowns."
He opened his eyes almost blankly.
He never thought that the other party would be so vicious, and under the sleeve of his robe, his hands were trembling thinly.
Kneading noodles, seasoning, kneading stuffing...
Facing "Bashu Foods", I read it carefully, word by word, with flour shavings on my face, and the wrapped hands ranged from crooked to round and lovely.
He has been studying hard and pondering hard.
Just replaced those four words.
East Shi effect frown.
The river beach at night was glowing with silver light, and the ink burned at him. Chu nightning stood in place for a while, and suddenly turned away without saying a word.
I don't know why, Mo Ran always felt that that day, he left a bit fast, and he was no longer as calm and stable as before - like a defeat, like an escape.
He didn't know why there was a vague uncertainty in his heart. He frowned and looked at the back of Chu nightning. When the back was about to disappear, he finally called out: "Wait!"
The author has something to say: You need to be cautious when hitting dogs, and the attack power is high. It is recommended to form a team.
I'm stuck, I'm too late for some replies later today, I wrote 6,000 and deleted 4,000... I'm not satisfied with what I write, my brain hurts, I have no strength, I have no strength, I slipped away
0.5: Why do I feel like the Zhenlong chess game is a very modern act
2:00: Expand the talk.
0.5: ... Collect various human and animal figures, and then play the house.
2:00: Hahahahaha, so are you an idiot and a dead otaku? No wonder you are 3cm shorter than me! !