Chapter 719

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"Half of my life...it's always been fifty years, I can't remember exactly..."

"It's been long enough. The thing I want to ask you is not as far back as fifty years ago." Mu Yanli said, lighting the ink and showing it to him, "Do you recognize this person, sir?"

The old man raised his head and glanced at Mo Ran. Seeing that this man was tall and handsome, and full of energy, he didn't dare to look at him more, and immediately turned his eyes away. After a while, he glanced at him hesitantly, then muttered: "I don't recognize him."

Mu Yanli said: "It's not strange if you don't recognize him. Then let me ask you again, when you were selling lanterns next to Zuiyu Tower in Xiangtan, was there always a child who liked to stand next to your stall and watch you bake lanterns?"

"Ah..." The old man's eyes were cloudy, but he was very clear about this matter. He sighed and nodded, "Yes, there is such a child who comes to see it almost every night. He likes the lanterns I made, but he is poor. Ah, I can’t afford it... I even had a few chats with him at that time, but he didn’t like to say anything and was very timid.”

"Sir, do you still remember his name?"

"Hmm, it seems to be called... Mo... Mo Ran'er?"

Just now, everyone was still listening to the old man's words attentively. At this time, all eyes fell on Mo Ran.

The old man sank into the memories of the past and muttered: "I can't remember clearly whether there is this 'son'. I only know that he is from Zuiyu Tower..."

Xue Zhengyong interrupted with a stern face: "Ran'er is originally the son of my late brother and the nun in the building. What's the point of Pavilion Master Mu asking this old gentleman to prove it?"

"Mommy?" The old man was stunned for a moment and waved his hand, "Oh, no. Although Mama's son is also named Mo, his name is Mo Nian, and he was a famous little bully in the streets at that time." The old man said, He bowed his head and pointed at an old scar on his forehead.

"I was hit with a brick by him back then. That kid was so fierce, wild and naughty."

Xue Zhengyong's expression changed: "Mo...Nian?"

Mrs. Wang said anxiously: "Mr., did you remember it wrong? After all, it's just one word difference. Is the mother-in-law's child called Mo Ran or Mo Nian?"

"...It's Mo Nian." The old man thought for a while and nodded again, "It's unmistakable. How can I remember it wrong? It's Mo Nian."

Xue Zhengyong was leaning forward slightly. Hearing his words, he froze for a moment, then slumped on his seat, his eyes dazed.

"Mo Nian..."

Mu Yanli continued to ask: "Do you know what the kid who came to see you make lanterns does in Zuiyu Tower?"

"Well, I don't know the specifics. I vaguely know that he is someone who helps with the cooking in the kitchen." The old man said, "The reputation is not very good. It is said that his hands and feet are unclean and he always steals guests' things." He thought hard, and then it seemed Thinking of something, his face changed a little, "Ah, I remember, that kid was not good enough. He got worse and worse when he grew up, and later he raped a beautiful girl. The girl couldn't bear it, and finally committed suicide."

"What?!"

If it is appalling to say that a civet cat exchanged for a prince, then it is even more outrageous that Mo Ran had actually defiled a young girl from a good family before.

There were many monks who were parents here, and they immediately became furious and gritted their teeth and said, "I didn't expect...the dignified Grandmaster Mo to be such a beast in human skin!"

"too disgusting!!!"

"Death is not a pity!"

Mo Ran didn't say anything, just looked at the old artist quietly.

In his previous life, he caused a bloody storm in the world of cultivation, and Tianyin Pavilion also tried to stop him. At that time, this old man was brought here by Mu Yanli and identified him.

What did he do then?

Laugh to your heart’s content and accept it in peace.

He turned to look at Xue Zhengyong and Mrs. Wang, and taunted with a distorted smile: "How? Do you hate me? Dislike me? Are you going to be like my good master again, saying that I am inherently inferior and have poor quality?" Difficult to figure out?"

At that time, Mo Ran's secret study of Zhenlong's chess game was almost exposed, but Xue Zhengyong initially chose to believe him. It was only then that Xue Zhengyong stood up in anger, almost vomiting blood, and shouted with bulging eyes: "Evil beast! What an evil beast!!"

Mo Ran listened to these two words and laughed, laughing more and more wantonly and happily.

He smiled so hard that the corners of his eyes became wet.

qiángrǔ girl?

Xue Zhengyongxin.

Xue Zhengyong actually believed it.

Hahahaha - the ink-burning smile suddenly tightened, and he simply gave up on himself. His heart was crossed, and his handsome face was as twisted as wax.

"Yes, I have committed these heinous crimes. I killed your nephew and killed that poor girl - what? My uncle wanted to do justice for God and killed me to -"

Before he finished speaking, his heart ached.

Xue Zhengyong had a fierce temper. Before Mo Ran could finish speaking, he had already attacked with anger and hatred. There were tears in his eyes, and the tip of the fan pierced Mo Ran's chest.

The ink burned for a moment, and then a slight smile opened at the corner of his mouth. He lowered his head, looking at the blood gradually pouring out from his chest, and sighed:

"Uncle, I have called you uncle for so many years. But in the end, you still won't believe me."

"shut up!!"

Mo Ran smiled, his shoulders shaking slightly: "Forget it, after all, the blood flowing on our bodies is not the same. So, this false home, this top of life and death...what else is there, it's me

What about the ones you can’t bear to part with? "

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