Article 139

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Chu Wanning: "It turns out that..."

Mo Ran sighed and murmured: "He has never retreated for so long before. Could it be that he was really hurt in Jin Chengchi?"

This was the first time in a long time that he took the initiative to mention his master.

Chu Wanning clearly knew it was impossible, but still couldn't help asking: "You...do you miss him a little?"

The author has something to say: Gouzi, this is a sub-question, please answer carefully, Master. Today's plot is not a light-hearted plot, without adding a small theater to break the rhythm, scratching my head~

Chapter 56 I'm Making Dumplings

Mo Ran was asked in this way, and his expression was a little hesitant.

Did I miss him?

Although the grievances in the previous life were deep and irresolvable, in this life, Chu Wanning has never done anything wrong with him. Instead, he has protected each other again and again in adversity, and he has suffered from illness.

It took him a while to slowly say: "Well...he was injured several times, all because of me..."

Chu Wanning listened to his expression, but felt a little warm in his heart, and just wanted to say something to Mo Ran, but heard him say the second half of the sentence.

"This kindness is too great. I only hope to help him get better soon, and I don't want to owe him too much."

The warm thing in my heart seemed to be dead, motionless, frozen into ice.

Chu Wanning froze for a while before feeling ridiculous.

Mo Ran has long said that it is just a master-student relationship. It is himself. If there is a little hope, he will throw his head into the flames, and finally burn to ashes. No wonder others.

Chu WanNing smiled, that smile must be very ugly, and his nose was ashamed.

"Don't think too much about it. Since you are his apprentice, there is nothing you owe. Everything is his own will."

Mo Ran turned his eyes and looked at him: "You, at a young age, always imitate adults with a straight face." As he spoke, he rubbed his head with a smile.

Chu Wanning was rubbed by him, and he laughed at first, but then slowly there was a layer of water in his eyes, he looked at the bright young face in front of him, and said softly: "Mo Ran, I don't play with you Yes, let go."

The tendons in Mo Ran's head are too thick, and he never noticed his strange expression. What's more, he was used to laughing like this with "Xia Sini" on weekdays, so he still pinched Chu Wanning's smooth and tender cheeks like a child, and gently pulled the corners of his mouth up, making funny faces.

"Pfft, why is little brother angry again?"

Chu Wanning looked at the childish and young child in the eyes of the other party, and the smile that was played was so ugly, like a sad and ridiculous monster.

"let go."

He didn't notice it, and teased him as usual: "Okay, okay, don't be angry, and don't say that you are like an adult in the future, okay? Come on, make up, call Senior Brother~"

"You let go..."

"Hey, call me senior brother, I'll buy you sweet-scented osmanthus cake later."

Chu Wanning closed his eyes, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and his voice finally became hoarse.

"Mo Ran, I'm not joking. I really don't want to play with you anymore. Let go of me, let go, okay?" But it was already choking, "Mo Ran, I hurt..."

It hurts too much, there is a person in his heart, he carefully hides him in the deepest part of his heart, it doesn't matter if he doesn't like himself, as long as he can silently miss and protect that person, it doesn't matter if he can't get it, whatever.

But all the tenderness of that person is given to others, and all that is left for him is his thorns. He held him in his heart, and when that person moved, his heart would bleed profusely. Day by day, the old scars did not heal, and new wounds appeared again.

So he knew that even if he didn't ask for it, as long as he still had this person in his heart, he would feel pain for a day.

He didn't know how long he could sustain in such pain, he didn't know when he would collapse.

Mo Ran finally realized that something was wrong, let go of his hands in a panic, touched his slightly red face, and didn't know what to do in a hurry. Chu Wanning suddenly felt that it was actually good to be smaller.

At any rate, I can yell pain without any scruples, showing an inch of softness.

At least he could make him look at him with concern.

It was something he had never dared to think about.

In a blink of an eye, New Year's Eve is coming. This is the most lively and leisurely time of the year at the Peak of Death and Life. All the disciples are sticking peach charms and sweeping the snow. The spells he is good at add to the flavor of the year for everyone. For example, the greedy wolf elder turned a pool of spring water into fine wine. Elder Xuanji released more than 3,000 fire mice he had domesticated, and asked them to guard each part of the sect to keep everyone warm from the cold. Elder Lu Cun, he put a spell on the snowmen everyone built, making them run around all over the mountain, shouting "Happy New Spring" to everyone.

Everyone doesn't expect Elder Yuheng to do anything. In fact, Yuheng is still in seclusion. For a long time, he has never appeared in front of everyone.

Only Xue Meng stood by the window, looking up at the begonia petals falling in the sky at unknown times, and thoughtfully said: "After today, we are leaving, it seems that we still have no chance to see him when we leave ... I wonder what Master is doing right now?"

"I must be practicing." Mo Ran bit an apple and said vaguely, "Speaking of which, all the elders will perform at night. It's a pity. If the master is here, he has to go too. I don't know if he can perform. What."

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