Article 58

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chūn is the same as before, people are empty and thin, and tears are red and silky.

Peach blossoms fall, Xianchi Pavilion, although the mountain league is there, brocade books are hard to entrust. Mo, mo, mo.

Chu Wanning suddenly felt a block in his heart. The characters in the regular script were neat and correct, and the three characters of Chen Bohuan were very dazzling.

That Mr. Chen who married the daughter of the Yao family against his will felt so sad that he couldn't express it. In the last days of his life, he could only stand by the window and write the parting "Phoenix Hairpin" with pen and ink ?

Not wanting to stay in Chen's house anymore, he endured the severe pain from his shoulder wound and turned to leave.

Both Chu Wanning and Shi Mo were injured, and they couldn't ride back to the peak of death and life immediately, and Chu Wanning didn't like Yujian flying, so he went to the town to find an inn to rest, and he could go and see it the next day What happened to the ghost master's funeral at the temple?

Although those ghostly corpses were twisted into powder by Chu Wanning's "wind", what was destroyed was only the corpses controlled by the ghost master of ceremonies, and the soul would not be damaged. Leave it for a few more days to see if there are any fish that slipped through the net. good.

Chu Wanning walked silently in front, and the two apprentices followed behind.

The teacher thought of something suddenly, and asked: "Ah Ran, the clothes on you and the master... are... what's going on?"

Mo Ran was taken aback for a moment, and then he remembered that he and Chu Wanning were still wearing the auspicious clothes for the marriage ceremony, fearing that the teacher would misunderstand, and quickly took them off.

"This... is actually the illusion from before, don't overthink it, I..."

Halfway through the conversation, when I looked again, I suddenly found that because Shi Mei also participated in the ghost marriage of the ghost emcee, he also had one on him, but the style was different from the two of them. Coupled with the wear and tear, it is hard to see the original appearance.

But anyway, it is also an auspicious costume.

Standing side by side with Shi Mo like this, I can also imagine that I was holding Shi Mo's hand at that time, worshiping the world in the illusion of the ghost master of ceremonies, and drinking a cup of tea.

For a while, I couldn't bear to take it off. He just stared at the teacher in a daze.

The teacher said with a smile: "What's the matter? Half of the words."

Mo Ran muttered: "...nothing."

Chu Wanning was in the front, a few steps away, and didn't know how many words they had heard. At this time, he stopped and turned around.

The sky was already bright, and after a night of ups and downs, the twilight faded away, and a ray of dawn suddenly appeared in the sky. The bright red sun was like a broken and bleeding heart, struggling out from the abyss of the dark night, with a touch of gorgeous brilliance.

Chu Wanning stood against the light, at the end of the long night that was getting brighter and brighter, and in the morning sun that filled the sky.

His wedding dress was like blood, standing sideways, the rising sun painted a blurred golden edge on the side of his face, and the expression on his face could not be seen clearly.

Suddenly, the output of spiritual power, Jifu was shattered by the powerful force.

The fine red fabric, like the red petals of a crabapple flower falling, is suddenly scattered by the wind.

Jifu was broken, revealing the white robe underneath, billowing in the wind, together with his long black hair.

Blood on the shoulder.

Clothes left in the wind.

The mottled bloodstains that were injured by the burning of the protective ink were particularly gorgeous and dazzling on the white robe.

For a long time, Chu Wanning sneered, quite mockingly: "Mo Weiyu, between you and me, what can be misunderstood?"

When he gets angry, he will call Mo Ran Mo Weiyu, and he will be cold and polite, without any heat.

Mo Ran suddenly choked, and was blocked by him and couldn't speak.

Chu Wanning laughed and left with a flick of his sleeves.

At this time, there was no one in the field, and he was walking in front alone, as if the world was boundless, and he was alone.

His angry and mocking face couldn't hold back once he got to the inn and closed the door.

Chu Wanning gritted her teeth, with a painful look on her face, and raised her hand to touch her shoulder.

The ghost emcee's sharp claws are the body of a fairy. Calculated, they are as powerful weapons as Tianwen. His entire shoulder was torn and pulled, but because he was in a hurry to kill the evil spirits, he didn't deal with it in time. At this moment, it has been infected and festered, and the pain is unbearable.

Standing in the room, he breathed a sigh of relief, Chu Wanning wanted to take off the robe on his body, but the blood on his shoulders had already congealed, and the cloth and flesh were stuck together, and it hurt badly.

Next door is Mo Ran's room. The sound insulation of this inn is not good. He didn't want people to know, he bit his lip abruptly, and tore off the cloth with flesh and blood!

"Well……!!"

After a muffled snort, Chu Wanning slowly let go of his lips, the lips and teeth were full of blood, he gasped for breath, his face was bloodless, and cold sweat spread all over.

Lowering his slender and thick eyelashes, he trembled slightly, looking at his injuries.

fine.

Can still handle...

He leaned on the table and sat down slowly. Relying on the clear water and handkerchief from Xiaoer's end, endured the pain, and used the uninjured hand to wipe the wound bit by bit.

Cut in with a sharp knife and cut off the carrion.

Then, apply the wound medicine made by Mrs. Wang.

Another person, slowly and with difficulty, wraps himself in gauze.

He is not used to showing weakness in front of people. He has experienced this kind of pain many times, and each time he survived it alone.

If animals were injured, they would hide and lick their wounds, and he sometimes felt that he was the same as those animals. Later, probably

Been so lonely.

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