Xue Meng shouted into the air: "Shit god! Are you blind? Are we trespassing? We are kidnapped, you see clearly!"
The teacher said: "It's useless, this is the voice he left behind, and his deity is not here at all. I think it's fake Gouchen that confuses the judgment of Xinxin Liu, making him think that we are trespassers who are scheming."
The voice continued:
"Those in the world who are worthy of the weapon of the gods should understand what is kindness, what is tenacity, not sinking into illusions, and not fascinated by the mind. Once you have come, you will be tested by me. If you pass the test, you will be safe, and the gods will offer you. , But if you are selfish and not strong-minded, you are not worthy of being the master of Shenwu!"
Chu night Ning's blood-stained lips and teeth opened, and said: "What a benevolent... Is it what you call benevolence to take people to make blood drips?"
He knew that Gou Chen Shanggong couldn't hear him at all, but he was still angry. Even if he breathed heavily with every word he spoke, and the wounds hurt even more, he couldn't control his mean mouth.
The voice continued to echo in the arsenal of the gods on its own: "In order to test the nature of your heart. You will fall into the beautiful dreamland of the topping willow. If you can't wake up from the illusion in time, your companions will drain their blood and be buried here. ."
When the three of them heard the words, their blood color disappeared.
The teacher murmured: "What..."
It means that the three of them are about to fall into a fantasy.
If they can't wake up in time, will the three of them be indulged in beautiful dreams forever, and let the ink burn and die in reality
Xue Meng was dumb for a moment and then shouted angrily: "What kind of immortal are you!!! If Xiu Xian is like you, I don't bother to touch the sword again in this life!!"
Chu nightning also said angrily: "It's ridiculous!"
"Master!" The teacher hurriedly advised him, "Don't be angry, be careful of the wound."
And the grandson of Gouchen Shanggong actually recited a poem at this time, and said slowly: "The water is flushed to the ground, and each of them flows from east to west. Life is also destiny. It is difficult to raise a glass to cut off the song. If the heart is not wood and stone, it will not feel, swallowing and hesitating, and dare not speak."
Xue Meng was about to faint: "What are you talking about!"
The teacher said: "Bao Zhao's plan to travel is difficult, which means that people have their own lives, how can they complain about themselves, use wine to relax, and their singing is interrupted because of wine. The human heart is not a stubborn stone, how can there be no emotion at all, and you want to stop talking. , I'll stop talking."
Gou Chen Shanggong let out a long sigh and said, "In this vast floating world, how many people are there who can give up their lifelong dreams just to help others? The world will not stop killing and fighting endlessly. If Shenwu falls into the hands of traitors, it will be mine. In the past, how can I forgive myself for the sin of creating a weapon..."
Suddenly, the arsenal of the gods darkened. The shards of castings flying in the air also stopped moving. A layer of shimmering light slowly lit up at the dome, and it seemed that the splendor of stars gradually fell and shone on the ground.
A voice whispered in the air: "Go to sleep..."
This soft and bright brilliance seems to have some kind of confusing effect. The teacher and Xue Meng were not deep, and soon fell into a coma.
"Go to sleep..."
Chu nightning gritted his teeth and resisted, but the power of the beginning god was so vast that he couldn't get rid of the drowsiness that came from Shen Shen and fell into a dream.
God's arsenal.
As a blood drip, Mo Ran was the only one who was awake. He coughed up blood, and across the weakened waterfall, he could vaguely see the three people who fell into a dream behind him.
Chu Wanning, Shi Mei, and Xue Meng have all fallen asleep.
Mo Ran heard Gou Chen's words and knew that only if one of them woke up in time, the spell could be broken and he could be saved.
However, as time passed, the mind became more and more dizzy, and the body gradually became cold. But no one woke up from the dream.
It can be said that the retribution is unhappy. In the past life, he treated Chu Wanning like this. In this life, he also felt the taste of blood loss.
How funny.
Among them, who can give up the best dream in life, the most desired thing, and come to save him
Xue Meng is impossible.
Chu nightning... Well, I don't want him anymore.
If there is, that person should also be a teacher.
He thought vaguely. But too much blood has been lost, and consciousness is almost unable to support it.
The ink burned down and glanced at the foot, and the blood leaking to the bottom of the copper drip was diluted by the water in the leaking pot, and it glowed with light red waves.
He suddenly wanted to know, if he also fell into Gou Chen's illusion, what kind of scene would he be able to see
Will he dream of a crystal clear hand, a gentle smile of a teacher, a compliment from Chu Wanning, and when he first came to the top of life and death, the wind blowing Begonia all over the mountains...
"Ink burns..."
Suddenly I heard someone calling me.
The ink burned still hung his head, and felt that he should be losing his mind, so that he had hallucinations.
"Ink burns."
"Ink burns!"
Not a hallucination!
He raised his face suddenly.
The scene in front of him made his pupils suddenly close—
He almost hissed: "Master!!!!"
It's a teacher!
The person who wakes up, abandons the happiness, abandons the happiness, and still remembers his person in all kinds of good luck.
It's a teacher...
Mo Ran looked at the slender boy who walked through the waterfall and walked towards him, and suddenly his throat choked.
"Master...you..."
Still don't know what to say. Mo Ran closed his eyes and said hoarsely.
"Thank you... in a good dream... still remembering me... "
The teacher came from wading in the water, his clothes were soaked, and his eyes were dark, his appearance was as gentle as when he first saw him, and he was as gentle as he had seen in many dreams in his previous life. as gentle.
The teacher said: "Don't be stupid, say thank you."
He approached, and the ink burned to find that his feet were bleeding.
I don't know when the ground became hot, and Gou Chen Shanggong seemed to be determined to test how much a person could do for his companions, so after the temptation of sweet dreams, it was tortured again.
The teacher's boots have been burned through. If he doesn't go, the ground will remain as usual, but if he insists on moving forward, every step he takes, there will be a cluster of fire under his feet, the temperature is not high, and he will not directly put people. Burned to the point of immobility, but absolutely excruciating pain.
But this gentle person, even though he was already in so much pain, took a look at him, his eyes became firmer, and he walked towards him one step at a time.
"Ink burning, you can bear it again."
He says.
"I'll save you right away."
When you touch his eyes, the ink burns and you know that you don't have to say "don't come here".
This man's eyes are too determined and too stoic.
Such a look has never been seen on the face of a teacher before.
If the mood of the ink burns a little, he will definitely feel strange.
The teacher is calling himself "A Ran", when did he call him to burn
He only said that the teacher was good to him, but he didn't realize that the person standing in front of him at this time was not the teacher, but-
It is Chu nightning.
Gu Liu's last skill is called topping.
The so-called topping is the exchange of hearts between people.
When Chu Wanning broke free from the dream and woke up, he found that he and the teacher had changed their minds. Under the spell of Pinxin Liu, his consciousness was transferred to the body of the teacher, and it was the same when he wanted to come to the teacher. It's just that the teacher didn't wake up, so from beginning to end, he didn't know that he had changed his body.
Chu nightning had no time to explain, and the ink burned without knowing the truth, and he really thought that the person in front of him was the teacher.
He feels that the teacher will endure the pain and come over, just like he has experienced death and can't forget his goodness. People are very stubborn.
But it's too cruel.
When Chu Wanning finally came to the copper drip leak and went to climb the towering vine willow, when he wanted to go to the top to save the ink, the vine willow suddenly gave birth to thin thorns that were burning with flames.
Chu nightning did not expect that his hand was suddenly scalded, and he was about to grab it, but the teacher's physique was not strong, he suddenly slipped, and the flesh on his hand was instantly stabbed.
"…!"
Chu nightning scolded secretly and frowned in pain.
Shi Mingjing, this broken shell!
Ink burning: "Teacher!"
Chu nightning fell to the ground, and the flesh that touched the ground was instantly scalded by the high temperature, but he frowned, but he habitually bit his lips and never shouted.
Such a look would appear very stubborn and ruthless on his own face, but when it was replaced by the soft and beautiful face of the teacher, it was a little pitiful.
Humans can't really be compared to humans.
"Teacher..."
The ink burned and the tears fell.
Heart like a knife. In the blurred vision, he saw that man's thin and frail body, such a frail person, but little by little, grabbed the vine willow and slowly climbed up.
The thin thorn pierced his hand, and the fire burned the blood.
The bright red was stained, and everywhere he passed, there were mottled bloodstains.
The ink burned and closed his eyes, his voice was bloody, the word trembled, and he choked:
"Teacher... ignorant..."
The person was very close, and the ink burned to see the pain in his eyes flashed away. He seemed to be really in pain, and even the sound of ink burning was a kind of torture to him.
Therefore, although the expression of the person in front of him is stubborn, his gaze can almost be called pleading.
"Don't call me again."
"… "
"Ink burning, you wait a minute, I will... save you... down... come..."
Almost at the moment when the voice fell, the tenacious light in his eyes floated up, like a sharp blade unsheathed, and on that gentle and accustomed face, it was indescribably beautiful.
Chu night Ning's robes were surging, and he jumped on the copper drip.
His face was like golden paper, and he was tottering, except that he was still breathing, and he was no different from a dead person.
At that moment, Mo Ran felt that he might as well drain his blood and die, and it would be better than letting him suffer like this.
There were broken voices in his throat: "I'm sorry."
Chu nightning knows that this is sorry, not for himself. He wanted to explain, but glanced at the silver-blue saber that hooked Chen Shanggong, which was stabbing the ink-burning chest and ribs. The source of the vine veins might be on this sword. He was worried that under the surprise of the ink burning, the injury would be more serious, so he still asked in front of his "teacher":
"Ink burning, have you believed me?"
"I believe you." Without hesitation.
Chu nightning raised the eyelashes curtain, glanced at him, and held the hilt of the sword. This sword is close to the heart, and if it is wrong, the ink will die.
"..." Chu nightning's hand trembled a little, holding it, but did not move.
The ink-burning eyes were still red, but suddenly smiled: "Master."
"… Um."
The ink burned and said: "... Am I going to die?"
"… Won't."
"If I'm about to die, can you... can I give you a hug?"
When he said this, he was very careful, and his eyes were moist and bright. Chu nightning's heart suddenly softened.
However, when I thought that what I saw in the burning eyes was another person, this softness immediately condensed into ice.
He suddenly felt as if he was an insignificant buffoon on the stage, hiding behind Shui Xiu Yunluo, a young girl in azure clothing, and no one noticed him.
In this touching track, he is superfluous.
Or maybe the only use is to wear the ugly face mask and the smile drawn in ink to match other people's emotions, love and hatred.
How ridiculous.
Mo Ran didn't know about it. He saw the flickering of Chu nightning's eyes, and said that the teacher was reluctant, and immediately said, "Just hold it. Just a moment."
A faint sigh.
"actually, I… "
Ink burning: "What?"
"... Forget it." Chu nightning said, "Nothing."
He came over, and he was not very close, and he might have moved the sword, and then he stretched out his hand and gently closed the ink-burning shoulder.
He heard the ink burning in his ear and said: "Master, thank you for waking up, thank you for remembering me in a good dream."
Chu nightning lowered his eyes, his eyelashes were like a butterfly fan, and then he smiled faintly: "Thank you."
After a pause, he said: "The ink burns."
"Um?"
Chu nightning seems to be still in a dream, hugging him, stroking his hair, and sighing softly, "Do you know that if the dream is too good, it is often not true?"
After he said that, the hug was like a touch of water, and he left instantly.
The ink burned up and raised his eyes. He didn't understand the meaning of the teacher very much. He only knew that this small hug was the kindness of the teacher and the candy given to him.
Sweet and sour, when rubbed to the base of the tongue, there was a hint of astringency.
The moment the sword was drawn out, the blood flowers flew like a crabgrass being ripped off by the gust of wind.
The ink burned only to feel the pain in my heart, and I thought for a moment that I was going to die. I was unwilling to mix in my heart, and suddenly blurted out: "Master, I have always loved you very much. What about you..."
As the saber fell to the ground, the vines and willows dispersed in an instant, the waterfall that was rushing down from the sky stopped abruptly, and the arsenal of the gods suddenly returned to silence.
I have always loved you very much.
And you…
The body has reached the limit, and the ink burned and felt a sudden black in front of him.
The moment he fell, he was caught by a pair of blood-stained hands and fell into the arms of the teacher. I don't know if it was an illusion, the ink burned to see the teacher frowning with thin eyebrows, slowly closing his eyes, and the edge of the eyes seemed to be smooth.
He seemed to hear the teacher said softly: "Me too."
Ink burning: "!"
It's an illusion, otherwise why is the teacher's expression so sad, but he still promises him.
"I... love you too."
Consciousness finally dissipated, and the ink burned into a coma.