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Chapter 83 I Want You

The crazy idea made Mo Ran's eyes blood red. He was trembling all over, lost his mind, tightly grasped Chu Wanning's throat, and kept asking each other with a low growl.

As long as he utters the second half of the sentence, as long as he utters the phrase "Life and death do not complain". Then it must be... it must be...

"Well!"

A muffled hum rang in his ears, Chu Wanning couldn't breathe, his face was flushed, and the struggle was finally weak.

Mo Ran was stunned for a moment, his red eyes were wide open, madness and clarity were flashing inside, suddenly he reacted, let go of his hand, Chu WanNing fell back on the couch heavily, with five strangled marks on his neck and neck that were hideous and terrifying , Gradually recall the soul of Mo Ran.

"..." He opened his mouth and wanted to call out Master, but he couldn't call out. He wanted to call Chu Wanning, but he couldn't make a sound. He hesitated and let out a hoarse voice, "You..."

The throat was as thirsty as if it had been burned by fire, Mo Ran swallowed hard, and slightly slowed down his consciousness. All kinds of things passed before his eyes yesterday. In this life, Chu Wanning has never been different, and he will never be reborn.

Then why would he say the last sentence of the previous life before his death at this moment, "I am the one who treats you poorly".

Isn't this sentence a lie that Chu Wanning had to say to him in order to keep Xue Meng and those hypocritical monks?

He has never believed it, and has never been willing to believe that Chu Wanning would really admit his mistake to him and would speak soft words to himself. Anyway, Chu Wanning must be lying to herself, and she must not like herself. Anyway, this master has never looked down on him, and has never treated him sincerely.

Killing the teacher, he didn't regret it at all.

not at all……

Mo Ran turned his face away, and slowly closed his eyes.

He doesn't want to stay here for a moment, Chu Wanning is alive or dead, what does it have to do with him!

He turned to leave.

want to go.

But he couldn't move his footsteps.

I am thin on you.

The cold and handsome face dripping with blood in his memory turned out to be a bit gentle in the end. By the Kunlun Heavenly Lake, the man was in a pool of blood, slowly raised his hand, and touched his forehead with his fingertips. The fingers were already cold, but there was warmth in his phoenix eyes. But Mo Ran felt at the time that he should be wrong.

Life and death do not complain.

Chu Wanning said softly, blood and tears slowly dripped down his eyes.

"Ink burning..."

The person on the couch murmured in his dream, and the two slight sounds made the person who was called tremble. When he came back to his senses, Mo Ran was already standing by the bed, propping up the bed wall with one hand, leaning over and staring at Chu Wanning's pale face.

Those thin, water-colored lips opened and closed slightly, and another sound came into his ears.

"Ink burning..."

Closing his eyes, Mo Ran locked his long eyebrows tightly, and his fingertips stuck into the hard and cold pear board, as if trying to suppress something. In the end, I still couldn't help it, and said hoarsely: "Chu Wanning, are you sincere?"

"Are you telling the truth..."

The chest seems to be so painful that it is about to burst. Since Chu Wanning will never be reborn, then he will say such things now only because he feels guilty that he has not treated him well from this moment on.

Is it true?

Chu Wanning was talking in his sleep, so naturally he would not answer him, but Mo Ran still wanted to wait for an answer.

"..."

After closing his eyes and waiting for a while, there was still no movement, Mo Ran secretly sighed, and slowly raised his eyelids unwillingly.

But he was caught off guard, and met a pair of phoenix eyes that were misty and hazy.

Half open and half closed, will wake up and sleep.

Chu Wanning didn't know when he opened his eyes, but from his expression, it can be seen that his consciousness is not clear, but he just woke up temporarily in the torment. Thousands of years old.

Wanye Yuheng was always as sharp as a thunderbolt on weekdays, and was rarely so dazed.

Leaving aside the customary sharpness, the person lying there is actually so beautiful, the ends of his eyes are stained with a faint red, just looking at him so undefended.

The heart trembled violently, Mo Ran felt his throat a little tight, and whispered: "You..."

This kind of scene is so similar to the way he was in love with him in his previous life. Mo Ran's thoughts trembled. For a while, he seemed to feel that he was still in Wushan Temple. Chu Wanning was his prisoner, his forbidden male favorite, just like this Thinking about it, I couldn't help my dry mouth and tongue, and my breathing gradually became heavy.

I can not……

I do not like him.

Don't touch him again.

The injustices of the past are all over. In this life we ​​are just masters and apprentices.

Mo Ran supported the bed with one hand like this, looked down at Chu Wanning, and forbearance never crossed the line. His long hair tied into a ponytail hung down his shoulders, and the ends fell on the other side's pillow.

Chu Wanning was lying in his clothes, his long hair was scattered, and his expression was still numb at the beginning. After a while, his eyes gradually reflected the reflection of ink burning. Chu Wanning was slightly stunned, and then it seemed that the nightmare had not disappeared. I don't know what night it is. He slowly stretched out his hand, paused for a moment in mid-air, and finally touched Mo Ran's eyebrows.

"It's me who is thin on you..."

When he said this, he was as gentle as in his previous life.

Mo Ran only felt a bang, and something in his mind suddenly collapsed.

His heart was churning, his head was hot, and the consciousness he had finally recalled collapsed,

Before he could think about anything, the familiar desire had made him lean over Chu Wanning's body, kissed those slightly opened lips fiercely, and his hands trembled uncontrollably to tear his clothes. In an instant, the past was like a sea of ​​water, and everything around him seemed to melt like frost and snow. It seemed to be in the crimson Wushan Temple again, with dragons and phoenixes shining brightly, this man was struggling and cursing under him, panting and being bullied.

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