Is it a coincidence? still…
Of course, Master's chest is not something he can look at now. He can only recall the trauma from his memory. The faint crescent color should be purely a scratch on the blade, not like Chu Xun, who has five fingers together. The force pierced, leaving a hideous blood hole.
It's different after all.
Thinking of this, Mo Ran was a little relieved. Although Chu Xun and Chu Wanning are people with very different personalities, they have too many similarities, from appearance, to "the Taoist, the living beings are the first, and the It's the end", and then to the scar on the chest, the coincidence piled up together is really suspicious.
But I don't know why, maybe it's because Chu Xun is too gentle, which is completely different from the tyranny of Chu nightning, or maybe it's because Chu Xun is a man with a wife and son, so if Chu Xun is the reincarnation of Chu nightning, or It is Chu nightning, and Mo Ran feels that he will not be able to stand it and will collapse.
Fortunately not so.
There is no need to say what kind of disaster Lin'an City will face without Chu Xun's protection.
Of course, the ghost king will not keep his promise. After nightfall, the blood and rain will make the world unwilling. The moat was stained red with blood, and the hissing and roaring of the living demented resounded through the night.
The city is full of zombies wandering around, eating fresh blood sausages and chewing on brains.
Mo Ran took Chu nightning to escape in a dilapidated hut, the owner of the house had already died, and the furniture and utensils were covered with a thick layer of ash.
The ink burned and closed the door and sealed it all around, leaving only a small window in the kitchen, where you can check the situation outside.
There were shrill screams and ominous chewing noises from outside.
Mo Ran took Chu nightning to the small pile of fire in the corner and touched his head: "According to what the eighteenth girl said, we can leave after defeating the ghost king. So you stay here obediently and don't move."
Chu nightning heard the words, and suddenly raised his head: "Are you going out?"
"Don't leave now, I'll go out when the ghost king appears."
"But it is very dangerous outside. The virtual realm has been realized. How can you resist it with your own strength?"
"Then I can't bring a child to fight."
Chu nightning shook his head: "I'll go with you."
"Hahaha, Junior Brother is so cute, but you are still young, going out with me will drag me down. When you are older, I won't stop you in this kind of thing, but this time you have to first Listen to your brother."
"I won't hold you back."
"Generally those who hold back will say that." Mo Ran said, "You are good, don't make a fool of yourself, okay?"
"… "
Seeing that Chu nightning finally stopped talking, the ink burned a little relieved, and his eyes looked out through the ridges of the wooden window, and his expression gradually became solemn.
Why did the virtual realm that was originally used as a trial materialize suddenly? What the younger brother said was right, someone wanted to harm him. In his last life, there were countless people who wanted him to die, but in this life he had not yet sinned against any powerful character. After thinking about it, the only person who might kill him was the fake Gouchen he met in Jincheng Lake.
But who is the original body of that fake Gouchen? If you can skillfully use the Zhenlong chess game to this point, why didn't you make a name for yourself in your previous life
Could it be that he is not the only one who is reborn in this world...
This thought made him shudder steeply, and even showed a fierce look in his eyes.
After being reborn, he just wanted to bury the past. If there was a second reincarnation, then things would be very difficult.
His brows became deeper and deeper, but he suddenly heard that Chu nightning said again: "... The ink burns, I..."
"What's wrong?"
Chu nightning secretly gritted his teeth, and after weighing the pros and cons, he turned his heart and wanted to just tell him the truth.
"Listen to me, I can actually help you, I'm..."
But when Mo Ran heard "I can help you", I only felt that the younger brother wanted to struggle with himself again, so he interrupted his words and said: "Okay, okay, if you don't let you go out, you won't. I'll let you out. Don't be rude, and be obedient."
"No, you listen to me-"
The ink burned and was upset, so he said: "Don't listen, don't listen, the bastard recites the scriptures."
"… "
Seeing Chu Wanning's ugly face, Mo Ran probably felt that his tone was a little bit worse, so he poked his finger between his eyebrows, and smiled again: "You are so young, how can you be so bitter and hateful, and you don't love it? Listen to the elders. Then, let me tell you, since you called me senior brother, we two teachers go out of the same door, and in such a dangerous situation, I will protect you comprehensively, do you understand?"
Chu nightning closed his eyes and whispered: "...Understand."
"It's good to understand, then you-"
"But I'm worried about you."
The ink burned for a while, and the fingertips hanging on his forehead seemed to tremble slightly, and he was speechless for a while. In his two lifetimes, the words "I'm worried about you" have never been heard. Even though the teacher treated him gently, he never expressed his concern for him in such a straightforward manner.
He stared blankly at the little child on the pyre in front of him, with mixed feelings in his heart.
After a long time, his eyes gradually became very gentle, and then he poked Chu Wanning's fingertips gently, and fell to the top of the other party's soft hair, rubbing.
"Don't worry, Senior Brother promises you that he will come back alive."
"Ink burning, can you listen to me and finish first..."
The ink burned and smiled: "Well, what are you going to say?"
"Actually I am—"
"Bang!" The door was knocked open.
A man with disheveled hair screamed and rushed in. He was covered in blood, and one of his thighs had been torn to pieces, followed by a group of corpses attracted by the smell of blood.
The man staggered into the room with a rotten leg, grabbed everything he could catch, and threw it at the roaring zombie, shouting, "Go away! Don't come here! Go away! Go away! "
The ink burned and scolded, and stopped Chu nightning behind him, the red light in his hand lit up, and he summoned the ghost and held it in front of him, and turned his face halfway:
"Junior brother, you hide, don't come here!"
Saying that, Tito greeted him and went up to fight with the corpses that broke into the house. Although the ghost is similar to Tianwen, Chu nightning's moves have not been fully taught to Mo Ran, and Mo Ran's weapon in his previous life is a knife, which is quite unsuitable for soft weapons, so although the fight is not down at first, he can gradually Some are overwhelmed.
Just as he was about to dance in hell, he suddenly heard the voice of a child behind him, and said crisply and coldly: "Three times around the wrist on the left, then vacate and slam it out around the back."
Mo Ran didn't have time to think for a while, so he played a set according to his instructions. Liu Teng was drawn on a zombie on the left, and the zombie was beaten to the bone by Shenwu. Ordinary people will never be bored anymore. It was smoked another two times on top. But since the younger brother had said it, then it would be fine to give it a try. Immediately, he hit the zombie twice, and then jumped up, his back softened, and he turned over and threw the vine whip to his back—
brush!
It was not too soon or too late, just in time for the next wave of corpses to come in. The corpse who had accumulated three times of strength suddenly burst out with a scorching red flame, slammed towards them, and the corpses were suddenly violently attacked. Shenwu slashed in the middle, and the zombies all had their heads in different places, and the heads that fell to the ground were still smoking wisps of black smoke.
The ink burned stunned, and looked a little surprised at the little junior brother who was sitting on the firewood.
This guy... ok
"How do you fight next?" Mo Ran was excited and said happily.
Chu nightning was expressionless: "Next... take your left hand and pat your right hem."
"Oh, this trick is unpredictable, what kind of move is it?"
Chu nightning said lightly: "There is nothing inscrutable, you just waved too proudly, and your sleeve was scorched by a weapon."
The ink burned "ah" and looked down, as expected, and hurriedly slammed the fire out of the ghost. This man is also really thick-skinned, and he is not embarrassed at all. He even raised his head with a smile and said to the other party, "My junior and senior brothers are very good, I like it."
Chu nightning coughed and silently turned his face away, facing the gray and bald wall, his ears were a little red.
At this time, there are only six zombies left in the house that can still move. Chu nightning doesn't want to look at the ink burning anymore, still turning his head and directing to the wall: "Relax the wrist, the vine willow wave to the sky, rotate After six times of charging, one word slash."
The ink burned as he said, but when he turned to the fifth lap, he suddenly remembered: "How to cut a word?"
"...you can cut it as you normally would with your sword."
"Ah, so it is!" The ink burned suddenly, and the fire was scorching with a blow, and the soft vines seemed to be instantly quenched into an indestructible long knife, brushing the six zombies across the board!
"Wow-"
This time, the burning eyes were all rounded.
"Where did you learn it? Why do I think that you are as skilled as my master in using the rattan whip? No, maybe you are better than him. He has never told me what you taught me."
"… "
The ink burned and smiled: "Okay, great, I don't have to look at the master's face in the future, I will learn from you, isn't it happy?"
Chu nightning glared at him: "You dislike the elder Yuheng to show your face? Why don't you dislike me to show your face."
The ink burned the vine whip, re-blocked the door, and dragged a table to block the entrance, smiling: "You give me a face, that's good for me. We two, this can be considered as sharing weal and woe, you stay. Senior brother is good, senior brother remembers it, from now on I will treat you as my own younger brother and love you. Not to mention that you slap me, but even if you are unhappy and hit me twice, I will not be angry."
Chu nightning black face: "Who wants to be your brother."
Saying that, he jumped off the pyre, unwilling to pay attention to the ink burning, but to check the injury of the man who broke in.
Unexpectedly, under the inspection, Chu nightning actually opened his eyes slightly: "...how is he?"
"who's that?"
The ink burned his head and looked at it, and he was stunned: "That... that Xiaoman?"
It was Xiaoman who was lying in a pool of blood, moaning and weeping intermittently. He was seriously injured. After Chu nightning probed, he shook his head and said, "People and ghosts can never coexist. It must be the ghost king who used it and ignored him. This People are really…”
The ink burned: "The crime deserves it."
Chu nightning glanced at him. The ink burned and hit a haha, suddenly a little guilty, to say that the person who deserves it, shouldn't it be himself
The ink burned off the topic and asked: "By the way, what did you just want to say to me? What are you actually?"
Chu nightning lowered his eyelashes, paused, and whispered: "Actually I am-"
Before the words were spoken, he suddenly felt the wind behind him. Chu nightning was suddenly shocked and turned around to meet him, but he was a child after all, and his strength was far less than that of an adult.
Xiaoman didn't know when he was struggling, and climbed up from the pool of blood with one breath!
One of his blue-veined hands was stuck on the neck of Chu nightning, and the other hand cut back the arms of Chu nightning. The dirty face was burning with crazy flames, and the desire to survive made him all over. Distorted, like a waxed statue, deformed by the heat of the flames.
His eyes were blood red, and he said to the ink burning: "Take me... get out of here..."
"You let him go!"
"Take me out of here!!" Xiaoman shouted angrily, his eyes cracked, "Otherwise I'll kill him! Go!"
"If you want me to save you, I will save you. What can you do with a child? You let him go first—"
"You say I'll kill him now!! Anyway, I've done all the bad things, and there's no shortage of this one! Are you going to leave!"
Chu nightning was so pinched by him that he couldn't make a sound, and a delicate little face rose red. The ink burned in a hurry, although at this moment, Xiaoman can be killed by a single blow, but in this virtual reality, if Xiaoman is really furious, I am afraid that the other party may have been seriously injured before he kills himself. Junior Brother.
The ink burned: "Well, I listen to you, don't get excited, you let go of your hands first, I'll..."
Before he finished speaking, blood splattered everywhere!
The author has something to say: Mo Ran: The younger brother treats me well, the younger brother is smart and cute *^o^* is completely different from the master!
Chu nightning: Oh. blind.