Chapter 656

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"Ink burns."

"..."

"It's me who treats you poorly. I won't complain whether you live or die."

He suddenly knelt down. After experiencing a bloody battle all night, he was now dressed in shabby clothes and covered in blood. Under the reflection of the bright moon in the blue sky, he was stunned for a while, and then curled up like an ant, and his whole body became numb. He was hunched over on the ground, sobbing and trembling.

"Master...Master..."

He wailed and choked: "It's not like that...that's not me...please...please...that's not me..."

"I want to go back, I want to start over, no matter what price I pay, please..."

"I can take out my heart, as long as you don't let me die in the name of Taxianjun."

"I really... really don't want to be that person anymore... please..."

He thought of Xue Meng and Shi Mei.

He thought of the bunch of candied haws that Xue Meng handed to him when he was a child, and arrogantly told him whether he wanted to eat it or not.

He thought of Xue Meng holding his clothes in tears before leaving and telling him, brother, don't lie to me.

He thought of when he was a boy, Shi Mo came to see him with a steaming cup of rice and said to him, Ah Ran, I don’t have parents either. From now on we will be a family, okay?

He thought of the master's confused eyes on the summoning stage, and shed tears of blood. He said, "Actually, you have never understood me."

Then he thought of Xue Zhengyong and Mrs. Wang.

Thinking of how they died in the previous life, thinking of Xue Meng's face immersed in the blood feud.

He thought of Chu Wanning.

He suddenly choked up.

His fingers were pressed tightly to the ground, so hard that his knuckles were worn and his skin was torn.

"What should I do... what should I do..."

He was like a sleepy animal that had been whipped until his skin was torn apart and his muscles and bones were blurred, howling in despair and sorrow.

At this moment, he suddenly understood that he had previously thought that Ta Xianjun was an extra person from this mortal world, but what about him? Why not? He suddenly didn't know where peace could be in the vast world. He suddenly didn't know that his old friends were still there and who could forgive him.

He is extra.

He huddled, he shivered.

He whined, holding himself tight.

It was like being in a mass burial place many years ago, next to my mother’s rotting bones.

He was crying, not knowing where to stop, not knowing where his home was.

At this moment, he was even more miserable than when he was a child——

He was suddenly not so sure. Who was he, Mo Weiyu?

The Immortal Emperor, Master Mo.

The seventh generation of the Nangong family is the second son picked up from the peak of life and death.

The heinous devil.

A pure and honest master who is kind to others.

He suddenly became scattered pieces. The edges of each piece were so sharp that they could destroy him thousands of times and stab him to pieces.

died.

alive.

He is all alone.

"I'm not Taxianjun..." He murmured, coldly. The soul summoning platform was so cold that every inch of his muscles and bones were trembling. He closed his eyes and tears fell from his eyes. He sobbed, "I'm not Taxianjun... What should I do... I really don't know what to do... ...spare me...spare me..."

But who should I ask for mercy from? Chu Wanning? My past life? The countless evil ghosts who died at his own hands? Or towards the fate of wandering.

No one can give him forgiveness, no one can.

He buried his face in his palms, finally choked up and choked up in this deserted world:

"What on earth...what else can I do..."

Chapter 236 [Dragon Blood Mountain] Passed away

After coming out of Jiao Mountain, the ink burned like a clay sculpture, his eyes slightly straightened, and he walked forward in silence.

Standing in front of a fork in the road, he was lost in thought.

The war is over, and the rising sun is rising in the east. The morning glow has washed away the darkness of the night, leaving only the smell of dew and grass among the trees, like greasy powder, floating in the morning light.

He turned back and looked at the towering peaks. Then he looked at the road ahead. Walking straight ahead is Linling Island, where Xue Meng and his uncle are waiting for him, waiting for an explanation and an answer. But he can't go there, he has to go to Dragon Blood Mountain.

Mo Ran vaguely understood in his heart that Master Guigui actually knew far more than he imagined, otherwise he would not have remained so calm when he saw the Immortal Emperor. Perhaps because of this, he became increasingly at a loss as to what was waiting for him ahead.

In fact, his mind was in chaos at the moment, and he was not in the mood to think more. In the end, he only numbly knew——

He must go because Master is there.

Dragon Blood Mountain is located near Wubei Temple. In the early years, monks occasionally went up to the mountain to meditate, practice Zen, and gain enlightenment. However, confusion often occurred on this mountain. Many people said that they encountered ghosts breaking into walls on the mountain. , once you get in, you can’t get out, so gradually, it becomes a barren mountain.

Ink burned and sword-riding, and after a day's journey, he finally arrived at the foot of Dragon Blood Mountain at sunset. He had not eaten or drank water all day, and was very tired, so when he saw a stream of clear spring flowing from the cypress trees, he walked over, grabbed a handful of water, and washed his face.

Wash it off first

It was mud, then melted blood, and finally his face was revealed, reflected in the glistening water.

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