"..."
Like five thunders pounding the top, frozen in place.
Unbelievable... Unbelievable... What is the teacher talking about? What is the teacher doing? ! What the hell is going on here
The ink burned for a while and couldn't swallow this shock. He didn't even think that the teacher was kissing Chu Wanning. This picture was too scary. Seeing him with his own eyes, he thought he had hallucinated by mistake.
He covered his forehead with his hand, his temples jumped, and what flashed in his mind was the warm smile of a young teacher, and softly called: "A burning."
But this person in front of him... He actually... actually...
Just chilling.
The teacher likes... Master
how is this possible? ! !
The teacher has never shown any affection for the master. To say that Xue Meng likes Chu nightning, it is more convincing than the teacher who likes Chu nightning. How could the teacher like it? He has always been cautious and respectful, and said very little, not even sticking to the master.
After the class, the work is done, and I just leave...
how is this possible.
The teacher straightened up, squinted his eyes, Yingying looked at the ink, and chuckled: "It seems that there is someone here who was scared by me?"
"You... just... absurd..."
"Absurd?" The teacher was so relaxed, "My little brother, who is absurd? Is it me who bullied the master so miserably?"
The face of the ink burned suddenly red, and the eyes were angry and dazed.
If anyone appeared here, he could rebuke him murderously, but it was not someone else who was here, but the Shi Mingjing who he mistakenly thought he had loved for two lifetimes.
He was speechless for a moment.
The teacher is more cheeky, he said lightly: "However, it is not for nothing that I have done absurd things. For example, pretending to like you, waiting for you for so many years, even under the hell's interrogation, abruptly Overcame the pain and lied to you... I like you."
After a pause, there was a hint of mockery in his eyes: "Don't make trouble, if I fell in love with a person like you who is useless except for your face, I can really poke my eyes and die."
Ink burning: "..."
"Why don't you speak, you are not convinced?" Shi Mei's appearance, even if it is a sneer, is extremely beautiful. He glanced at the ink and touched the chin of Chu Wanning.
The ink is burning in anger, and it is necessary to summon a ghost.
However, there was only a flash of scarlet in the palm, and the spiritual flow disappeared immediately.
The teacher was too lazy to lift his eyelids, and said: "Don't waste your efforts, Ning set up this game in the previous life, and used half of his soul to finally pull out Gu Hua for you. You will never be controlled anymore, but It takes ten days for the body to recover spiritual power. If you want to fight me again now, that is to hit the stone with an egg."
"Who do you call Wanning!!"
"You are so unreasonable, do you only allow you to deceive your master and destroy your ancestors, but not allow me to love your master?"
"you!"
"You've been on it, and you've tasted it countless times." The teacher chuckled, "It's my turn, right? Fuck the person you fucked, I'm actually a little wronged. But it's his share. Come on, I'll endure it."
The ink is burning with rage, there is no divine martial arts, and it is also a close fight.
"Hey... So I said, what I hate the most is the kind of thing you don't know how to kill." The teacher let go of Chu Wanning and fought with Mo Ran in this square stone room.
The stone cave was dim and dim, and the silhouettes of two tall men dismantling their moves were thrown on the wall, as if two dragons and clouds were fighting and intertwined, and the flames were surging.
The teacher is not good at attacking, and the close combat will not be an opponent of ink burning anyway. Seeing that it is not good, he waved his sleeves, and there was a rolling snake inside, locked to the ink burning. And he took the opportunity to swipe aside, picked up Chu nightning, and flew away from the stone cave.
"Master!!"
The ink burned reluctantly to get rid of the cold and sticky slippery snakes and chased after them, but saw the teacher standing on the top of the treetops, and a bright moon was reflecting behind him.
The teacher smiled and said: "Don't chase, you just recovered, even if you don't give your life, you can't catch up with me."
"Shi Mingjing, why are you... why are you like this?!"
"A burning." The teacher smiled and said, "Did I tell you, brother, that I hate teacher and teacher Mingjing, these two titles?"
"… "
"So if you don't mind, you can call me by my real name from now on."
"… what."
"My surname is Hua, I have no words, and my name is Bi Nan."
Hua Binan! ! !
Seeing the burning eyes widened, the teacher smiled more and more and frowned: "By the way, for the sake of you and my brothers, I will give you a very important news - don't go alone. Moonlight, if you go to Guyueye now, you will be torn to shreds by Jiang Xi. Don't try to follow me, be good, and return to the top of life and death earlier."
The ink burned for a while, and then his face turned pale: "What do you want to do to the top of life and death?!"
"You are not stupid in this life." The teacher smiled, "The brother gave you a little surprise, you will know when you go."
The ink burned his throat and his eyes were burning with flames. He didn't even know whether he was more sad or angry at the moment. He shouted sharply: "Master, what are you trying to do?! What are you looking for?! Didn't you tell me that the top of life and death is your home? Didn't you tell me... It was your uncle who rescued you from exile... Didn't you tell me that the most important people to you are us?!"
His voice was trembling by the end, his fingers clenched into fists and clenched into his palms.
"...Are you lying to me? Is it possible that for so many years, two lifetimes-" Mo Ran said here, and suddenly stopped.
Biting chill—
"Could it be that you've been calculating for two lifetimes?!"
The teacher didn't make a sound, the wide robe and big sleeves, standing in the treetops, smiled and looked at him. The peach blossom eyes are curved, and the jaws are pointed, like a midnight fox in this foggy mountain.
"You..." Every word and every sentence trembled between his teeth.
The ink burned in the brain, and his eyes were crazy.
"Master, you speak..."
From the gentle persuasion by the candlestick that year, to the companionship of peers, they were inseparable.
"Please speak!"
From the once slender and jade-like youth, to the endless sky cracking, lying in his arms in the heavy snow, telling himself, don't hold grudges, don't blame the master.
The ink burned almost shattered: "You are obviously dead... I saw it with my own eyes... I took your body back to the top of the dead... You can't be a teacher... How can you..."
"Because you're stupid."
The elegant voice sounded, and the teacher finally opened his mouth, but it was not without ridicule.
"You fools, you only know how to cultivate spiritual cores, and you don't look down on Yaozong. It's good for you, respected master...even our wise master." He said this, and smiled, "The foreword is wrong, Master is not a reckless man. But people like you are all disdainful of medicine Gu."
The ink burned and muttered: "Medicine Gu..."
"It's hard to let a dead person live." The teacher said slowly, "But to let a living person feign death, I have many ways."
If the ink burns sober at this time, you should hear the omissions in the words of the teacher.
Even if the medicine can make a living person feign death, but in the previous life he stayed in the Temple of Shuangtian for seven days, and later he watched the burial of the teacher with his own eyes. At that time, the coffin had three layers, and layers of longevity nails were sealed, and the soil was even higher. How could a living person get out of such a tomb by himself without disturbing the tomb guards
So there are only two possibilities: First, the teacher is lying. Second, in the previous life, there was a person who sneaked into the tomb area of the dead and life, opened the seal and coffin from the outside, and released the teacher who was swindling the corpse and resurrected...
But the ink burned the whole person at this time. There was an invisible hand that put his internal organs, heart, liver, spleen and stomach in the wrong position. He didn't think about it at all. When he heard the teacher say this, the memory immediately appeared in front of him. Pale and bloodless face—
In the heavy snow, Shi Mingjing died. From then on, the ink burned and hated the powerless self, and hated Chu Wanning, who was standing by, and stepped into the abyss and fell into the darkness...
But who knows! !
Fake... Fake! !
He was a man who faked his death. He had been crazy for half his life, obsessed for half his life, killed the world, and finally killed the man who loved him the most in the world.
absurd.
absurd! ! ! !
The anger and pain stabbed his scalp to numb, his pupils constricted, and he almost tyrannically said: "You...you can feel at ease!"
"I'm very at ease." The teacher smiled, "It's you, stepping on the emperor."
"… "
When the four characters come out, it is like pinch seven inches.
"No matter what the reason is for you to hold the butcher's knife. Whether it is because of resentment or unwillingness, your hands are already stained with blood at this moment."
He said, deliberately holding the unconscious Chu nightning in his arms tighter, almost like a gesture of showing off the spoils.
"The emperor who is full of blood, how should he be with the flawless Big Dipper Immortal Venerable?"
The last bit of blood on the face of the ink burned down.
The teacher was very aware of his weakness, so he waved the scorpion claws and stabbed the venomous juice into the opponent's body continuously. He narrowed his eyes and pressed closer.
"Are you worthy?"
"Don't you think you're dirty?"
"You're stealing."
The wind picked up, the fog dissipated, and a bright moon poked out from behind the clouds.
The teacher smiled, but every word was better than a sharp knife, and the knife saw blood: "Tao Xianjun, all your days with him are stolen, what kind of thing you are, you know best, you don't need it. I'll say more."
The ink-burning lips are all blue and white, anger, sadness, fear, regret, self-blame, no one can accept so many emotions, they will be crazy.
"I… "
"Don't let me." The teacher sighed leisurely, "What am I? Do you think that you have been Master Mo for half your life and saved so many lives, enough to write off your sins?"
He looked at the burning face and chuckled: "You think so beautiful."
The ink burned and was speechless.
"Now, Master already has the memory of the previous life, the absurd things you did, the people you killed, the city you slaughtered, the ancestors who deceived the master—you hurt his heart, and he will remember them all. He will remember them all. ." He paused, and seemed to be looking at the expression on Mo Ran's face with great interest, and then smiled with satisfaction: "Master Mo, it's time to bow your head, confess your guilt."
Keep your head down.
plead guilty...
Life is absurd, horrific, and wrong.
The ink burned the throat, and the red eyes were staring at the man on the treetop, but when his eyes touched Chu Wanning in his arms, he couldn't help but hurt, and the sight was like the withered and curled up of the grass.
He turned his head sharply.
"You think about it, when he wakes up, knowing that you lied to him for so long, how angry will he be?" The teacher gently caressed the cheeks of Chu Wanning, and the soft and slender fingers slid across. On his lips, "Master's temperament is Junlie, you know that—do you think he will forgive you?"
The speaker pierces the key point, and the listener is like falling into an ice cave.
forgive…
He never wanted anything extravagantly, but he never wanted the judgment to come, and he never dared to imagine this day coming.
The ink burned and closed his eyes, and the eyelashes trembled slightly.
The voice of the teacher seems so faint and quiet in the misty and empty mountains, and it seems to be a god and Buddha who persuades people to turn back: "Don't chase, go back to the top of life and death. When you go there, you will naturally know that the surprise I am talking about is what."
Curly reverberating.
"Accept the surprise well, don't resist." After a pause, he seemed to have thought of something, and when he rolled his eyes, he stared at the person under the tree with peach blossom eyes.
"Also, Ah Ran, we are completely different people after all. You can't understand what I want and ask." He said warmly, as if the disciples asked him if the hand was delicious and whether he had enough chili oil. "I'm not as crazy as you are, and I wouldn't easily want to frame my friends and relatives. But—"
He turned around, but didn't say much.
The ink burned back suddenly: "What do you want?!"
When the teacher saw his eyes swept over from Chu Wanning, he couldn't help but smile: "You don't have to worry, the teacher is here with me, I will only hurt him, not hurt him. He is such a white and jade-like person, I know pity better than you..."
Every tone was soaked softly between the lips and teeth before spitting out lightly.
The ink burned so much that the whole body was shaking. If he was still alive at the moment, I am afraid that the teacher would have been torn to pieces by him.
But he has no spiritual power, and the teacher is also accurate that he has no spiritual power at the moment, so he will do whatever he wants.
The teacher chuckled: "But the brothers and sisters at the top of the dead, even the uncle, the aunt... and the young master." He turned his eyes and finished the words slowly, "If you didn't handle that surprise well, It will kill them a second time. Look, if the master wakes up and knows that you have hurt everyone again, that you are selfish and trying to survive - will he still look at you, even in the end A glance?"