Article 691

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Mo Ran sneered: "You don't have the ability to send it out."

Chu Wanning had nothing to say to him, and turned back to the table to clean up the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the table. Unexpectedly, Ta Xianjun walked over, unfolded the sleeves of his black and gold robe, and pressed the piece of paper he was about to put away.

Feng Yan raised his eyes and looked at Ta Xianjun's narrow-looking face.

"..."

That’s all, give it to him if he wants it.

So he withdrew his hand and went to get another one, only to be held down by Mo Ran again.

Just like this, he took one and Mo Ran blocked one. At the end, Chu nightning was finally a little impatient. I don’t know why this person was so mad and angry. He raised his eyes and said gloomily: "What do you want to do? Sample?"

"When you see a letter, it's like a meeting. What does it mean to show your trust and feel comfortable?" Mo Ran looked at him with deep eyes, and opened his thin lips lightly, "Tell me."

The flower branches and vine leaves were fluttering, and the light and shadow were mottled. Chu nightning couldn't help but think of Mo Ran, who had just joined his sect. His smile and words were very gentle, and he asked him with a respectful smile: "Master, my body is It's a bodhi tree, and the heart is like a mirror. What does this mean? Master, can you teach me?"

Comparing the two, the aggressive attitude of Ta Xianjun at this moment made Chu Wanning feel pain. He suddenly lowered his head, stopped talking, and closed his eyes.

He didn't say anything, and the ink began to grow gloomier. In this silence, he picked up the letter paper on the table and read it one by one. The more he looked back, the more dangerously his eyes narrowed. He murmured thoughtfully. A man who could draft the title of his reign as "Ji Ba" was racking his brains at the stone table looking for chapters and sentences.

At the end, with a sinister look on his face, he suddenly flicked the pile of letters to the ground.

He raised his eyes coldly.

"Chu Wanning, you miss him."

"……No."

He didn't want to tangle with him, so he turned around and was about to leave, but before he had taken two steps, the sleeves of his robe were grabbed, and then his chin was grabbed with an impetuous and fierce force. As the world was spinning, he was suddenly pushed to the stone. on the table.

Mo Ran's hand was so strong and so cruel that he pinched out bruises and bruises on his cheek in the blink of an eye.

The sun shines through the vine flowers and shines into Chu Wanning's eyes, which reflect the almost crazy and twisted face of the Immortal Emperor.

Handsome and pale.

hot.

The Taxianjun didn't know the word shame, and he started tearing at Chu Wanning's clothes. If there were other possibilities for pushing him on the stone table, then obviously there would be no way back to him if he started tearing off his clothes. Chu Wanning almost shouted angrily: "Mo Weiyu——!"

The tone full of anger and disappointment did not extinguish the burning evil fire, but instead poured down like hot oil, splashing with fierce flames.

When he suddenly invaded, Chu Wanning only felt extreme pain.

He was unwilling to touch Mo Ran's back. He only grabbed the edge of the stone table convulsively with his backhand and gasped in a low voice: "Evil beast..."

There was a layer of blood in the ink-burning eyes. He did not judge the word "evil beast", but said ruthlessly: "It's okay if you don't explain. I really shouldn't ask you again. You can no longer be regarded as me now." Master."

His movements were fierce and fierce, only seeking his own pleasure and comfort, but Chu Wanning felt like a fool.

"Who is Wan Ning now?" He almost gritted his teeth: "She is just a concubine, a forbidden concubine... Please spread your legs further."

During the entanglement, Mo Ran turned him over. The paper and ink all over the table were messed up, and the brush fell to the ground. Chu Wanning was pressed against the table by him, with endless pain under his body, and boundless vastness in front of him.

He looked at each word, each stroke.

The body is like a bodhi tree, the mind is like a mirror...

Where is the old friend?

The sea is vast...the mountains are far away.

The words are heartbreaking.

In front of his eyes, there was still Mo Ran who was a teenager smiling at him, and the dark eyelash curtains trembled gently, like a black butterfly flower.

The ear temples are filled with the deep breathing of the Immortal Lord. He is bullying him and saying hoarsely: "Chu Wanning... Oh, my Concubine Chu is still thinking about others?"

"Why do you wish me to be like the stars and the moon, shining brightly every night?" There was murderous intent in his voice, "Do you think I really don't understand at all?"

Allen Chu gritted his teeth and leaned on the stone table. The bites and pinches on his body were all wet red marks, but Feng Mu was stubborn: "You don't understand."

Even though he knew that speaking out would result in harsher treatment, he still persisted in saying, "You don't understand."

You don’t know who the old friend is, and you don’t know why the sea is so vast and the mountains are so far away.

You don’t know who Jun is and who the moon refers to.

You...won't understand.

After a lot of absurdity, Mo Ran finally let him go.

Chu nightning's clothes were messy, lying in the wisteria flowers, lying in the poetry and ink. There were red marks at the end of his eyes, like the bright color dyed on the fingertips when the rouge flowers were pinched off.

The lips were bitten and filled with blood.

He stood up and slowly put on his clothes... He had been under house arrest for so long, from the initial heart-breaking pain to the point where he was now feeling more sad than heartbroken.

What else can he do now that his spiritual core is destroyed? The so-called dignity is only left after the fact. You must always put on your own clothes stubbornly and do not want to be faked by others.

While he was doing all this, Mo Ran was sitting at the stone table, holding the letters he had written and reading them one by one.

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