Across the heavy lotus leaves, the ink burned instantly and was struck by lightning, and the stunned stand was on the spot.
Consternation, anger, sour vinegar, irritability, explosion like fireworks. He moved his lips, but he couldn't say a word out of anger. He didn't realize what he was angry about. There was only one thought in this person's mind—
Can you also touch the people who have slept in this seat
Chu nightning, you arrogant and lustful slut with different appearances! You actually, actually...
He didn't react at all. In this life, Chu nightning had no entanglement with him. In just a moment, the strings in his head were broken.
After all, more than ten years, a lifetime, from birth to death.
When he is awake, he can do it with ease, pretending to be calm.
But under the circumstances, the soldiers were in chaos, and the original shape was revealed. He still subconsciously believed that Chu nightning was his own. At this time, he clearly realized that he even remembered the taste of Chu Wanning's lips kissing so clearly... not to mention the ecstasy of love, desire, and passion.
That was something he didn't dare to think about after he was reborn.
Until I saw the back of Chu Wanning's naked and naked, I saw the familiar figure, with wide shoulders and long legs, firm muscles, thin and powerful waists, and immersed in clear water.
Those lingering feelings that he deliberately avoided and tried to forget, split the seal in an instant and swept in.
The ink burned and the scalp was numb.
… He responded to the body.
And it was a strong reaction that could not be contained at all. Just watching, the lower abdomen was burning.
When he came back to his senses, he shouted angrily: "Chu nightning!"
Chu nightning actually ignored him.
The two people supported his shoulders on the left and the right, the mist in the lotus pond was steaming, and it was difficult to see the specific appearance of the two. But they were very close, and the distance was ambiguous.
The ink burned and scolded, and jumped out of the lotus pond with a plop, and walked towards Chu Wanning - approached, he found out -
That, that is actually two mechas made of metal and nanmu!
What's more terrible is that they seem to be using the immortal energy of the lotus pond water to deliver spiritual power to Chu nightning.
I don't know what magic array Chu nightning uses. He is in a coma. He is supported by the golden light from the metal palms of the two mecha people. , apparently healing.
The intrusion of the ink burns the golden light to escape quickly, and what is even more unexpected is that this magic circle will actually backlash!
I saw the golden light dissipate, and Chu nightning's wounds began to be quickly eaten away. He frowned, snorted, coughed out a mouthful of blood, and then the scars all over his body began to tear, and the blood was like a haze, instantly soaking the flower pond .
The ink burned stunned.
This is Chu Wanning's "Flower Soul Sacrifice"!
He realizes that he might be... in trouble...
Chu Wanning's Lingliu is a gold and wood double system. Jin Lingliu is like "Tianwen", majoring in attack and defense. Wood Spirit Flow is used for healing.
Flower Soul Sacrifice is one of them. Chu nightning can mobilize the soul of hundreds of flowers to heal wounds. However, during the casting process, no one should break into the magic circle, otherwise the spirits of the plants and trees will disperse, which will not only fail to heal, but will aggravate the injury. If it is serious, Chu nightning's spiritual core is very likely to be eaten up by Baihua Spirit.
Fortunately, in the previous life, Mo Ran had dabbled in the sacrifice of the flower soul, and immediately cut the mess and cut off the spiritual flow. Chu nightning, who lost the support of the magic array, fell softly and was firmly supported by the ink.
The unconscious master was pale, his lips were blue, and his body was as cold as ice.
The ink burned him on the shore, and he didn't have time to take a look. He half-held and half-dragged Chu nightning back to the bedroom and put it on the bed.
"Master? Master!"
After calling several times, Chu nightning did not even flutter his eyelashes, except for the slightly undulating chest, he looked no different from death.
Such a Chu nightning reminds the ink of the past life.
Inexplicably, my throat felt sore and my heart panicked.
In the past life, there were two people who died in the arms of the ink.
teacher. Chu nightning.
The two of them, one is his long-cherished lover, and the other is an old enemy who has been entangled with him for life.
After the teacher left, there was no more ink rain in the world.
What about Chu nightning
Mo Ran didn't know, he only remembered that day, the people he was guarding in his arms were cold and cold, neither crying nor laughing, joy and sadness became out of reach.
After Chu nightning left, Mo Weiyu no longer knew what the world was.
The candles are bright, shining on the naked upper body of Chu Ningning.
Wan Ye Yuheng's clothes on weekdays are very tight, the collar is folded tightly and high, and the girdle is wrapped in three ways, correct and abstinent.
Therefore, no one has ever seen how his body was injured after two hundred sticks...
Although he was punished in the Discipline Court that day, Mo Ran saw the stick injury on the back of Chu nightning. At that time, he only knew that it was bloody and tragic. But then he saw that Chu nightning was swaying around like no one, thinking that he probably didn't hurt his bones.
It was only at this moment that he discovered that Chu Wanning's injury was much more serious than he thought.
The five holes left by the ghost master of ceremonies have all been opened, and the deepest part can clearly see the white bones.
Chu nightning probably didn't let anyone help change the medicine. He did it himself. The ointment was unevenly applied, and some places that were out of reach were inflamed and festered.
Not to mention the bruised stick marks. Covering the entire back, almost no complete flesh can be seen, plus the backlash of the magic circle just now, at this moment, Chu nightning's wounds are all torn, the blood is flowing, and the sheets under him are soon dyed. mottled.
If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, Mo Ran would not have believed that the person who insisted on wiping the bridge column and opened a huge rain barrier for the disciples would be the one in front of him-this can be classified as a serious injury in the category of "old, disabled, sick and weak". No.
If it wasn't that Chu nightning had lost consciousness, Mo Ran really wanted to ask him by the collar -
Chu nightning, do you have a self-esteem disease
You bow your head and obey, who will stop you? Why do you have to be stubborn and hard, you are such a big man, why don't you know how to take care of yourself and be better to yourself
Why don't you want to ask someone to give you medicine
Why would you rather let two mechas help you cast a healing magic circle, rather than ask others for help
Chu nightning, are you stupid! !
Are you stubborn
While cursing to himself, he quickly tapped the acupuncture points to stop the bleeding. Then call hot water and wipe the blood behind Chu Wanning...
The sharp knife is quenched, and the flesh that has been completely rotted is cut off.
The first time, Chu nightning groaned in pain, and his body subconsciously bounced. The ink burned and held him, and he said in a bad mood: "Hey what! Do you owe it? Fuck it? Then I stabbed you in the chest with a knife, and it won't hurt if you die, and it's a hundred!"
It is only at this time that the ink burns can reveal the nature of the fierce and evil, and shout at him like the previous life.
But there are too many places where the wound is white and rotten, and it is cleaned up bit by bit, and Chu nightning has been breathing in a low voice.
Even if this person is in a coma, he will try his best to suppress and forbear.
After working for half an hour, I finally applied the medicine and wrapped the wound.
The ink burned for Chu nightning to put on the clothes, and he took a thick quilt and covered the hot master, which was a great sigh of relief. I remembered that the medicine prepared by Mrs. Wang was still sealed in the oil paper bag, and then took the boiled water to wash a bowl of medicinal juice, and brought it to Chu Wanning's bedside.
"Come on, take some medicine."
Picking up the sleeping man with one hand, letting him lean on his shoulder, scooping up the concoction with one hand, blowing it, and trying to take a sip first.
Mo Ran immediately frowned, and his face twisted into a bun: "Damn, so bitter?" But it was still cool and fed to Chu Wanning.
As a result, just half a spoonful was fed in, and Chu nightning couldn't stand it. He coughed and spit out the concoction, and most of it was splashed on the ink burning clothes.
Ink burning: "..."
He knew that Chu nightning did not like suffering, and even was a little afraid of suffering.
But if it is in a sober state, the stubborn elder Yuheng will definitely endure the disgust, swallow the medicine in one gulp, and at most keep his face straight and secretly eat a candy.
Unfortunately, Chu nightning is in a coma right now.
There is no way for the ink to burn. It is not easy to lose your temper with an unconscious person. You have to be patient, feed him a small sip, and occasionally wipe the concoction on the corner of your mouth with a handkerchief.
This is not difficult for Mo Ran. After all, in the past life, for a while, he also came to feed Chu Wanning every day, and at that time, Chu Wanning was still resisting, and Mo Ran slapped him on the face. , then grabbed his chin and kissed him fiercely, his tongue raging and blood filled...
Don't dare to think about it, the last few spoonfuls of ink are a little sloppy, and almost half of them are spit out by Chu nightning. Then he put the person on the bed and roughly twisted the quilt.
"I'm doing my best to be honest and righteous. Don't kick the quilt at night, you'll get hot, and if you accidentally catch a cold..."
Halfway through talking, he suddenly lost his temper and kicked the leg of the bed.
"Forget it, it's none of my business if you catch a cold? I wish you were sicker and sicker. It's best to die."
After he finished speaking, he turned and left.
When he walked to the door, he felt that his heart was hanging and he couldn't let it go, so he turned back, thought about it, and put out the candle for him. Then leave again.
This time, I walked to the water of the red lotus pond and looked at the water lilies that absorbed the blood of Chu Wanning and became more and more beautiful. The irritability in my chest only increased.
He was furious, but returned to the bedroom hand in hand.
Like a rusty and aging mecha man crunched around the house, and finally reluctantly stood beside Chu Wanning's bed.
The moonlight scattered from the half-open bamboo casement, and the silver radiance soaked the handsome face of Chu Wanning.
His lips were pale, his eyebrows frowned.
The ink burned for a while and closed the window for him. There is a lot of humidity in Shu, so sleeping with the windows open at night is always bad for people. After doing this, Mo Ran secretly swears:
Then turn back from the door, he is a dog!
As a result, when I walked to the door, with a bang, Chu nightning actually kicked the quilt down.
Ink burning: "..."
So how can this person's habit of kicking the quilt be changed
In order not to be a dog, the sixteen-year-old Ta Immortal Emperor held back his patience and left.
He did what he said and never turned back from the door!
So after a while.
- The wise and martial emperor opened the window and turned in through the window.
Picking up the quilt on the ground and covering it with Chu Wanning, Mo Ran listened to Chu Wanning's unbearable pain, and the twitching back, watching him curled up in the corner of the bed, no longer half a minute on weekdays fierce.
He scolded "deserving it", and vaguely moved his heart of compassion.
He sat beside Chu Wanning's bed and guarded. Don't let people kick the quilt down again.
It was late at night, and the tiring ink burning for a day was finally unsupportable, and slowly tilted his head and fell asleep.
This night, I slept very well. Chu nightning kept tossing and turning, and the ink burned in a daze, and it seemed that he heard him humming lowly.
The light sleep is drowsy, and the ink burning is also a little unclear. I don't know when I lie next to Chu Wanning, hugging the person who is trembling. He narrowed his sleepy eyes, stroking his back subconsciously, hugged the person in his arms, and whispered softly, "It's alright, it doesn't hurt anymore... it doesn't hurt anymore..."
The ink burned and fell asleep, murmured, as if he had returned to the death and life of the previous life, and returned to the desolate and empty Wushan Temple.
Since Chu Wanning died, no one has slept with him.
Even the lingering caused by hatred, in the cold day after day, made his heart aches, and the thoughts of ten thousand ants devoured his heart.
But if you want to read it again, Chu nightning can't come back.
He lost the last fire of his life.
This night, Mo Ran held Chu Wanning, half asleep and half a dream, for a while, he knew that he had regained his life, and then he said that he was still in that year.
He suddenly didn't dare to open his eyes, for fear that he would wake up tomorrow with only empty pillow seats and cold curtains. Vague floating world, long life, from now on, he is the only one left.
He undoubtedly hates Chu Wanning.
However, when he held the person in his arms, the corners of his eyes were a little wet.
It was the thirty-two-year-old Ta Xianjun, the warmth that he once thought could never be found again.
"Wanning, it doesn't hurt anymore..."
The consciousness is hazy, and the ink burns like before the rebirth, stroking the hair of the man in his arms, whispering softly, a very gentle sentence, and he blurted out like this.
He was so sleepy that he didn't even realize what he said or called the other party. He didn't even think about what he said when he said it. in the dream.
Early the next morning, Chu nightning's eyelashes trembled and he woke up.
His cultivation base was strong, and he had a high fever overnight, and he had already retired at this time.
Chu nightning opened his eyes drowsily, and his consciousness was still a little vague. He was about to get up, but suddenly found that someone was lying on the same bed as him.
... Ink, ink rain? ?
This is no small surprise. Chu night Ning's face was pale for a while, but he couldn't remember what happened last night. What's more, he moved and woke the ink up.
The young man yawned, his smooth and delicate face with some healthy blush that is unique to sleep, he raised his eyes in confusion, glanced at Chu Wanning lightly, and said vaguely: "Ah... Let this seat sleep for a while... you Now that you're awake, go and cook me a bowl of egg drop lean meat porridge to drink..."
Chu nightning: "..."
What a mess, sleep talk
The ink burned still stunned, seeing that Chu nightning did not move, and did not urge others to get up to cook porridge, but smiled lazily, stretched out his hand, pulled Chu nightning's face, and kissed the familiar on his lips. a moment.
"It's alright, I just had a nightmare, in my dream... ah... let's not mention it." He sighed, embracing the man who was completely sluggish and stiff. The chin rubbed the top of the hair of the person in his arms and muttered, "Chu nightning, let me hug you again."
The author has something to say:
Candy, candy, candy, the candy you want!
As for why Mo Ran called him [Wanning], this is not a slip of the tongue. In the last life, he really called the master like this in the back. As for why he shouted so intimately, please listen... uh, I don't know how many times to break down! Da da da run away.