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Mo Ran was worried about getting into trouble and hurriedly collected all the wine and stopped giving it to him.

Although Xue Meng's consciousness was chaotic, it was not completely lost. He was still clear. His face was red, and he smiled and said: "Put it away, I... I can't drink anymore."

"Well." Mo Ran said, "Go back and rest quickly. Can you leave by yourself? If you can't leave, I will send a message to my uncle to come over."

"Oh, no need for him to come over, no need for him to come over." Xue Meng smiled and waved his hand, "I can walk back by myself and know the way."

Mo Ran was worried, stretched out a finger and put it in front of him: "How much is this?"

"one."

Then he pointed at Chu Wanning: "Who is this?"

Xue Meng smiled: "Brother Immortal."

"……speak nicely."

"Haha, Master, I recognize it." Xue Meng hugged the pillar and smiled.

Mo Ran frowned and secretly cursed Xue Meng for why his drinking capacity was getting worse year by year. He was still uneasy and pointed himself at asking him: "What about me, please see clearly, don't joke, who am I?"

Xue Meng stayed for a while.

Time seems to overlap with old shadows at this moment. On the New Year's Eve of Meng Potang, Xue Meng was also drunk. He recognized Shi Mo's face and said that Chu Wanning was the immortal brother. Then he looked at Mo Ran and laughed and said that Mo Ran was a dog.

Mo Ran looked at him calmly, preparing that if he spoke about dog again, he would secretly hold down Xue Meng and beat him up, and then call Xue Zhengyong over to take the little drunkard back.

But Xue Meng looked at him blankly for a while, with an unknown expression on his face. Finally, he opened his lips and pouted slightly, as if he wanted to pronounce the sound "dog".

The ink burned and planned to reach out and cover his mouth.

"elder brother……"

The hand that had not yet been raised froze, Xue Meng looked at him dimly, and slowly and quietly shouted: "Brother."

Mo Ran was stunned for a moment, as if he had been stung by a bee sting. The sting spread into severe pain, and the severe pain became numb due to the poison. His throat was blocked and he couldn't say a word. He just stared at Xue Meng's face blankly, with young, arrogant and high-spirited features.

On this face, Mo Ran is used to hatred, anger, and contempt.

But I have never seen his expression at this moment.

Xue Meng rubbed the Dragon City saber on his waist. It was Mo Ran who killed the big demon at all costs, took the best spiritual stone, and sent it to embed it for him.

Without this sword, he might not be able to win the first place in the Lingshan Conference. Without this sword, he might just be reduced to an unknown monk, bearing Zhongyong's wounds.

When he was awake, for one reason or another, out of self-esteem and face, he never said a word of thanks to Mo Ran, but he actually felt very uncomfortable - when he wiped Longcheng every day, he was filled with emotions Thousands of emotions come together.

Especially after the Confucianism School came back, Xue Meng was even more tormented when he knew that Mo Ran had saved him from Xu Shuanglin. After waking up, he heard that Mo Ran and Chu Wanning were still missing. He burst into tears. Everyone thought he was He was just crying for his master. Only Xue Meng knew clearly that that night, he was lying on the hospital bed holding the Dragon City Saber, looking at the darkness, and said hoarsely:

"Brother, I'm sorry."

Where are you... Are you and Master... okay...

Mo Ran was speechless and couldn't move. His whole figure seemed to be frozen, just standing there stiffly.

All the events of yesterday passed by in front of my eyes like water.

He thought of the peak of life and death in his previous life, when Xue Meng went up the mountain alone and stood in the cold Wushan Palace, asking him about the whereabouts of Chu Wanning with red eyes.

Xue Meng said: "Mo Weiyu, look back..."

He thought that after he became the Immortal Emperor, Xue Meng and Mei Hanxue ambushed and assassinated. Mei Hanxue blocked his way in the blue sky and white sun.

Xue Meng said: "Mo Weiyu, no one can save you, there is no room for you in this world!"

He thought of the hatreds one after another, angry, fiery, dancing dragons and snakes.

He thought of the day when Chu Wanning died in this life, Xue Meng jumped up and roared and pressed him against the wall. The carotid artery burst, and he roared like a sleepy animal: "How can you say that he won't save you... How can you You can say he won’t save you!!”

Suddenly, a thought flashed in his mind, and a glimmer of light seemed to shine in front of his eyes.

Perhaps Mo Ran stood stiffly like this, standing for too long, so long that it reminded him of the earliest, earliest, and most vague memory.

He seemed to see two young men. One was very thin, shivering and frightened, like an abandoned dog that was used to being beaten, squatting uneasily in front of the small table in the disciple's room, squatting on the bench, holding his little hands tightly, protecting the The knee, motionless, was himself.

There is also a young man with a face like snow jade, cute and arrogant, like a proud and dazzling little pheasant with bright wings. He stands with a beautiful scimitar at his waist, one foot on the chair, and a black round knife Her eyes stared at him without blinking.

"My mother asked me to come and see you." The young man Xue Meng groaned, "I heard that you are my cousin? ... You look really shabby."

Mo Ran remained silent and lowered his head. He was not used to being stared at and looked at his appearance so closely.

Xue Meng asked: "Hey, what's your name? Mo... that Mo... what? Tell me, I don't remember."

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