That night, lying on the couch on the top of death and life, the ink burned with his hands behind his head, looking at the beam of the house, he couldn't sleep.
The past events of the past slipped through the scenes in front of him, and in the end, bit by bit, the fragments were jagged, all of which were Chu Wanning's handsome and somewhat deserted face.
In fact, for this person, Mo Ran has never known what he thought.
The first time I saw him, it was under the flower tree in front of the Babel Tower. He has a wide robe and wide sleeves. He is the only one of more than 20 elders. He is not wearing the silver-blue black armor that is extremely coquettish in life and death.
That day, he lowered his head and pondered the armor on his hands in a trance. Half of his face looked focused and gentle, like a white cat in the warm golden sun.
The ink burned from a distance, and the eyes could not move away.
He felt that his first impression of Chu Wanning was very good.
But I couldn't stand the coldness, punishment, and harshness that followed one after another. The white cat had sharp teeth and claws, and he was hurt all over.
He was rescued from the sea of fire by his uncle, dying, his life hanging by a thread. I originally thought that when I came to the summit of life and death, there would be a master who would treat me tolerantly and truly cherish myself.
However, his favor, his efforts, Chu nightning seems to be invisible. On the contrary, the whiplash was fierce, and even the slightest mistake, his skin was ripped open, and his flesh was blurred.
Later, he knew that Chu nightning looked down on him from the bottom of his heart-
"Inferior character, hard to figure out."
That's how the man in white as snow under the flower tree judged him, right
He once regarded Chu Wanning as Jiutian Hanyue, and sincerely respected and loved it. But in Jiutian Hanyue's heart, what is his ink burning
An apprentice who had to be accepted.
A contemptible scumbag.
A hooligan who grew up in a restaurant and was stained with pickled filth.
Although the ink burns always looks like he is giggling and doesn't care, but he slowly hates Chu Wanning, and there is a strong unwillingness in that hatred.
He was not reconciled.
Once, he has been holding increasingly strong resentment to provoke Chu Wanning, trying to get this person's attention, get this person's appreciation, and get this person's surprise.
During that time, if the teacher praised him "very good", he would be happy to the sky.
However, if it is possible to change the night of Chu, Ning is willing to praise him for "good", and he is willing to die.
But Chu nightning never praised him.
No matter how hard he worked, how hard he was, how good he was, the cold man always nodded lightly, and then turned his face away.
The ink is going to be crazy.
God knows how much I wanted to pinch Chu nightning's cheek at that time, turn him around, force him to stare at himself, force him to look at himself, and force him to swallow the phrase "bad character, hard quality". Go in the stomach!
But he could only kneel in front of Chu Wanning, like a furry bereaved dog, kowtow his head, and said respectfully: "The disciple remembers the teacher's teachings."
In front of Chu Wanning, Mo Weiyu was humble and humble.
Even if he is a "son", he is still humble.
He finally understood that people like Chu Wanning didn't look down on him at all.
After that, a lot of things happened.
The ink burned the top of life and death, and then reached the peak of the immortal world, becoming the overlord of the unprecedented. Under his dark command, everyone trembles, everyone fears, and everyone mentions his name as light as a mosquito, who still remembers his stains, who still remembers his humble origin—
From then on, there will be no more ink and light rain in the world, only stepping on Xianjun.
Step on Xianjun.
People hate him to the extreme. Mo Weiyu is so heinous that he can't be saved by a thousand rebirth formulas.
Step on Xianjun ink light rain, step on Xianjun ink light rain
… tread, immortal, king.
But what about fear? The top of life and death was still roaring and shouting in unison. Tens of thousands of people knelt down in front of Wushan Temple, and the densely packed heads were all kneeling and kowtowing at him three times.
"Treading on the Immortal Emperor's longevity and the sky, the world will not die."
He found it very useful.
Until he noticed the face of Chu nightning in the crowd.
At that time, Chu nightning had already abolished the cultivation base, and he was tied under the hall and reduced to a prisoner.
Mo Ran was determined to put him to death, but he didn't want Chu Wanning to leave happily. He imprisoned Chu Wanning's limbs and cut through the blood vessels in Chu Wanning's neck. After the spell was used to prevent the wound from coagulating, the blood dripped out little by little, and the life was lost little by little.
The sun is hot, the coronation ceremony has been going on for half a day, and Chu nightning's blood should be exhausted.
When this person died, the ink burned completely and the past was broken, so he deliberately arranged for Chu Wanning to bleed and execute him at his ascension ceremony.
When he becomes the Supreme Being of the Three Nines in the cultivation world, Chu nightning will become a lifeless corpse.
All kinds of yesterday, vanished.
Really good.
But this person is about to die, why is he still so indifferent? So handsome and a little affectionate... His face was pale, but his expression was indifferent. When he looked at Ta Xianjun, he neither praised nor feared.
Only disgust, contempt, and—
Mo Ran felt that he must be crazy. Either Chu nightning is crazy.
And a hint of pity.
Chu nightning pity himself, a dying person, a defeated general! He actually took pity on an overlord who reached the top and called the wind and rain. He, how could he - how dare he! ! !
The backlog of anger for more than ten years made the ink burn crazy, and he was in the Danxin Palace. Of course, it was renamed Wushan Palace at that time. In front of thousands of people, he stood up abruptly in the sound of their flattery and Song Hong, rolling black robes, and walked down the steps.
In front of everyone, he grabbed Chu Wanning's chin, his face was distorted, and he smiled sweetly and ferociously.
"Master, today is a great day for my disciples, why are you still unhappy?"
Thousands of people fell silent in an instant.
Chu nightning is neither humble nor arrogant, and his expression is cold: "I don't have an apprentice like you."
The ink burned hahaha and laughed, and the laughter was indulgent, the sound was like a vulture hovering in the corridors of the golden hall, and the geese were shocked.
"Master is so heartless, but it really makes my heart cold." He laughed and said loudly, "I don't have a disciple like me? Who taught my mind? Who taught my skills? My meanness and cold blood - Who taught it?! I still have the whiplash all over my body - I ask you, who beat these!"
He restrained his smile, his voice suddenly fierce and fierce, and his eyes showed a cold light.
"Chu nightning! Do you accept someone like me who lost your apprentice? Am I cheap in my bones or can't wash off the pickled dirt in my blood? I ask you, Chu nightning, I ask you - what is 'pin'? Inferior sex, hard to judge'?"
He was also a little crazy in the end, and shouted in a distorted voice.
"You never regarded me as an apprentice, and you never looked down on me! But I—but I used to—really took you as a master, really respected you, loved you, and treated me like this? Why did you never want to? Compliment me, why no matter what I do, I can't get you half as good?!"
Chu nightning was shocked, and his face gradually paled.
He opened his phoenix eyes slightly, just looking at the ink burning like that, his lips moved, and he seemed to want to say something, but in the end, nothing was said.
At the top of life and death, the only two people who are still in the same place are facing each other.
In such an embarrassing silence, the ink burning seemed to finally calm down. He closed his eyes, and when he opened it again, it was the smiling face of the gods and ghosts, smiling and smiling, which made people shudder.
He said softly and kindly: "Master, don't you look down on me, don't you think I'm mean?"
After a pause, his eyes wandered over the heads of thousands of people. Those people were all kneeling and crouching in front of his hall like dogs. .
The ink burned and smiled: "Now? Before you die, I will ask you again. In this world, who is the humble and who is the respect? Who stepped on who was under his feet, who was the winner? Who is the king? The loser is a pirate again?"
Chu nightning lowered his eyes and seemed to be still immersed in the confession that had just been burned, and he did not come back to his senses. In the end, the ink burned his chin and forced his face up.
But when he was forcing him to look at himself, the ink burned suddenly.
For the first time, he saw a look of regret on Chu nightning's face.
The look was too unfamiliar, and Mo Ran felt that he was suddenly scalded, and reflexively released the fingers holding his face.
"you… "
Chu nightning's expression is very painful, and he seems to be enduring some kind of heart-piercing pain and heart-piercing pain.
His voice was soft, almost hoarse.
Floating in the wind, only Mo Ran heard it.
He said: "I'm sorry, the ink burns. It's the master's fault..."
At that moment, everything around lost its sound, the sound of wind, grass and trees, and the sound of robes tumbling, all belonged to silence.
Only Chu nightning looked up at his face, which is the only clearness between heaven and earth. It was the only sight he could see.
At that time, he should have had a lot of ideas. Happy, proud, ecstatic.
But not.
At that time, the thought was strange. Speaking of which, there was only one—
I don't know when... I am so much taller than Chu Wanning.
Time has really passed.
Many things in the past have changed.
The ink burned the lips and murmured: "You... What did you say?"
Chu nightning smiled, and the smile was familiar and unfamiliar. In the eyes of the phoenix, the ink burned and saw his almost distorted look.
Then, the eyes were slowly closed, and Chu nightning fell on his back - the ink burned his shoulders almost as soon as he fell, and he was mad and angry, like the sound of a beast when it collapsed.
"Chu nightning! What did you say to Chu nightning? You say it again!!"
The person in his arms did not answer any more, his lips were as pale as pear blossoms, and that handsome face had always had a cold expression, but before dying, it was frozen in a somewhat desolate smile, and the corners of his mouth were raised a little, which was in his memory. The face that the ink burned in front of the Tongtian Tower for the first time.
Smile slightly, a little gentle.
"Chu nightning!!"
Those tenderness shattered, and the Begonia flowers were scattered everywhere.
He finally got what he wanted, stepping on the master's life and reaching the top of the world.
But what is this? what is this! !
The pain and hatred in my heart continued unabated, what is this
The ink burned the faint black fog in the palm, and the fingertips flew, and quickly clicked on a few bloodlines of Chu Wanning, sealing his last pulse.
"Do you want to die like this?" The ink burned his eyes and his face was ferocious. "It's not over, Chu nightning, the account between us is not clear, it's not over! It's not over yet! If you don't give me the words Make it clear - I will put Xue Meng, Kunlun on the Snow Palace, and the last few people you want to protect, all smashed!! They are all smashed into pieces!! You think about it for me!!"
The ceremony didn't continue, and he didn't care about the thousands of people kneeling over there.
He changed his mind. He doesn't want Chu night to die.
He hates him, he wants Chu nightning to live - to live...
He picked up the man who had lost a lot of blood, swept up lightly, and jumped onto the roof where the eaves were pecked. Go to the red lotus waterside, the place where Chu nightning once lived.
There is a lot of spiritual energy there, and there are many immortal grasses. He wants to rescue Chu Wanning.
People can only hate when they live, but if they die, there is no reason to hate. Did he think about killing Chu Wanning with his own hands before he went crazy
If Chu nightning is dead, then what is left of him in this world...
Lying in bed, licking memories alone.
In the middle of the night, it was dewy, but I couldn't sleep anymore.
Mo Ran simply got up, washed his face, put on his clothes, carried a wind lantern, and walked towards Yan Luo Temple.
Chu nightning must have just bandaged it at will, and went there to punish him. He is a person, the ink burns, he is stinky and stubborn, and he is very rigid. He never considers whether his body can bear it. Even if Xue Meng wants to stop him, he can't stop it.
Sure enough, when I went outside the Yama Hall, I saw a bean green lamp burning lonely inside, and the tears kept falling.
Chu nightning is kneeling with his back to the temple door, tall and straight, as handsome as Songtao.
When I saw this back, the ink burned and regretted it a little. In the middle of the night, what happened? Come to find Chu nightning? Crazy
But all came, and just turned around and walked away, feeling silly again.
He thought about it for a while, took a compromise, put the wind lamp lightly at his feet, did not intend to leave or enter, just stood outside the window with his elbows on the window lattice and his cheeks, watching from a distance. Chu nightning.
The copper bells on the eaves swayed gently, and the night was filled with the fragrance of flowers and plants.
The two stood and knelt down, separated by the vermilion carved window and the empty and quiet hall.
If it is before rebirth, Mo Ran has a sufficient position to break into the hall and order Chu Wanning to end his thinking and go back to rest.
If Chu nightning is unwilling, he also has enough ability to seal Chu nightning's hands and feet and rudely take people away.
But now, he has neither the position nor the ability.
He didn't even have Chu night Ning Gao.
Mo Ran was in a complicated mood. He looked at the people inside from the window, but the people inside didn't notice it. He couldn't see the facial features of Chu Wanning, and Chu Wanning couldn't see his face.
So, the white cat knelt all night and never looked back.
So the silly dog also stood all night and never left.
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Today, let's throw away a small animal theater before going to bed~
Once upon a time, there was a little milk dog, because it was dirty and stupid, so no one liked it and could only stray around.
One day, the little milk dog was found by its uncle and brought back to the nest. The new nest is warm and spacious, and the little milk dog is very happy, especially the big white cat who is sleeping on the soft cushion. It looks so gentle. .
But ah, the big white cat after waking up is not the same as imagined. It always looks at the little milk dog coldly, ignoring the other party's coquettish coquettishness. When it is unhappy, it doesn't even remember to close its paws. , and called according to the face of the milk dog.
Slowly, the puppy grew up, and the big white cat in front of it gradually became a small white cat.
The big dog wanted to teach the white cat a good lesson, so he bit the little white cat's throat, and then arrogantly stepped on the white mass under his feet.
He thought it was a hard animal like a stinky stone, but suddenly he realized that the white cat's body was so soft, which made him think that on the first night in the new nest, he hid in the warm cat's body Slowly falling asleep in the fluff.
But he would never know that the white cat opened his glass-like eyes that night.
Where did the little thing come from, it's so dirty...
The white cat thought, the burr pink tongue silently licked the puppy's fur.
The licked milk dog purred and opened his eyes vaguely, thinking it was a dream. In the dream, his wandering was finally over. There was a big cat who was very good to him.