Chapter 736

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"No...it's not me! It's not me..."

But no matter how much you resist, what can you do? They scratched his body all blue and purple, threw him into the mill, and locked him naked with the dead girl. Then they shouted to catch the thief and report it to the government.

Mo Ran was unable to argue, so he was severely punished in court for thirty times in the Yamen. He was beaten until his skin was torn and his flesh was bloody, and then he was taken to jail to wait for the final sentence.

The prisoners in the same cell laughed at him and abused him. Several prisoners who had daughters heard about his behavior and couldn't help but beat him - some even wanted to rape him - but the cell leader didn't want to make things worse, so they Then he gave up.

Madam Mo came that night. She already knew the whole story in her heart, and she was originally angry at her son for not living up to expectations.

so what?

As a mother, she always protects her children.

She was afraid that during the trial, the officials would conduct an impartial and thorough investigation. If they found out about her family's Mo Nianxiang, how could the mother and son leap onto a branch and become phoenixes? Mr. Bao's letters have been sent out, and someone will be sent to pick them up from the top of life and death. She has waited for so many years, and her hair has turned gray.

Whether it's glory or status, she and her children deserve it.

She doesn't allow any mistakes.

So, she came over and over, stuffed enough money into the prison head and officials, begged them to turn a blind eye and just leave the matter to Mo Ran alone.

But probably because of her uneasy conscience, after Mrs. Mo finished the bribe, she came to the prison to visit Mo Ran again. He also brought a bowl of braised pork to Mo Ran.

"It's not poisonous. I won't poison you."

Mo Ran huddled in the corner and looked at him, a pair of black to purple eyes flashing with distress and helplessness, sadness and pain. The cattle, sheep, pigs and dogs that were about to be slaughtered all had this look on their faces.

Scared, sad.

But there is also the tameness after despair.

Madam Mo suddenly felt her heart trembling and twitching.

She was shocked and frightened by her emotions. She stood up suddenly, lowered her voice, and said cruelly: "Anyway, you are a child without a father and a mother. Although you are pitiful, no one will be sad if you die. Yes. I have raised you for so many years, and it’s time for you to repay my kindness."

"..." Mo Ran didn't say anything, neither said yes nor no.

Madam Mo gritted her teeth and said: "This bowl of roast pork is for you to practice. If you eat it, don't blame me... I have no choice."

After saying that, the skirt of her skirt flew up and she turned away.

Mo Ran has never eaten braised pork in his life.

Now there was a bowl in front of him. He stared at it for a while and finally didn't eat it. He tipped the bowl upside down on the ground and the marinade flowed across it. He stared at it for a while and thought of the blood flowing under the girl's body. He suddenly felt unspeakable nausea, so he turned his back and vomited violently while holding on to the wall.

He couldn't spit anything out.

He is a man who only eats one piece of bread a day.

The cake had long been digested, and all he vomited out was sour water.

That night, he couldn't sleep. The blood all over his body formed a shell, and the blood shell gradually became brittle and hard, falling to the ground like rust powder when touched.

He was in the cell, not talking to other prisoners, no one knew what he was thinking, no one knew whether he was dead or alive.

He was alone, curled up, alone, and slowly figured out many things.

In that dark and dirty cell, in that cell filled with the sour smell and the aroma of braised pork, the honest ink burned to death. What came back to life was the Immortal Emperor who made the entire world of mortal cultivators fearful - his original appearance.

Later, the overwhelming hatred spawned by the Flower of Eight Sufferings and Everlasting Resent was due to this.

Chapter 262 [Tianyin Pavilion] Excerpt ends

Xiangtan Prison was old and crude. Early the next morning, Mo Ran sneaked out while interrogating his fellow prisoners. After regaining his freedom, the first thing he did was return to Zuiyu Tower.

As soon as he entered the backyard, he saw A Nian wearing a black monk's robe, standing proudly in the center of the sunbathing area.

The disaster he caused was the same as any time before, and the orphan named Mo Ran was carrying it for him. He was convinced that he was fine.

——

"Anyway, since you have no father or mother, no one will be sad if you die."

"I have raised you for so many years, and it's time for you to return the favor."

This was their reason for sending an innocent man to the gallows.

It's grand-sounding and full of energy.

Mo Ran stood in the shadow, standing in the dark, looking at the free and easy Nian Gongzi.

Oh, it turns out that someone cares, someone loves, and a mother protects you. Is this how it is?

If the sky falls, there will be people standing in the way.

Only he himself would not regret his own death.

The ink burned and looked at him for a long time.

Mr. Nian has already bought a Taoist robe and dressed up as a monk. He is waiting for his mother to sell the Zuiyu real estate and then set off to the world of cultivation to be his young master. At this time, he was pretending to dance his sword in the yard, surrounded by a group of teenagers, who were the same group of accomplices who framed Mo Ran.

"A-Nian is good at swordsmanship!"

"You are so brave. If you go to the lower world of cultivation, you will definitely be a great swordsman in the future!"

"Your uncle's peak of life and death seems to be very powerful in the past two years. You have been blessed in the past! Don't forget our brothers!"

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