Chapter 756

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Cold as ice.

If possible, I am willing to be a wax torch, waiting for your turn at the fork in the winter night. I am willing to burn my whole life to follow your way home.

But why are you so cold...

I don't know how long I can burn. What if you still walk in the dark and refuse to look back when I'm exhausted and burnt out. What should I do?

Chu nightning's fingers trembled slightly and closed his eyes.

He has been alone all his life, without relatives or friends, and he is not afraid of leaving.

Just thinking that maybe he burned out the heat of his life and couldn't warm the already cold heart, he felt very guilty. Thinking that if he was extinguished, if the young man wanted to turn back one day, but could not find the direction from which he came, he felt that he should live.

Just wait another day.

Maybe tomorrow, the ice will melt.

The man would turn his head and walk out of the endless night, towards the dimly lit place.

In the next few days, affected by the residual influence of the teacher's magic spell, coupled with the fluctuation of Chu nightning's own memory of the two worlds, these days he woke up less time, slept more time, and every time he woke up, jīng Gods are very scattered, and what they know is fragmented and incomplete.

After stepping Xianjun understood the whole story, he also felt that it was quite a relief. Chu nightning is now a confused person, so coaxing. I was bullied the day before, and I may not remember what happened when I opened my eyes the next day. And because of the broken memory, Chu nightning always thought that he was dreaming, so he was less alert than usual-

A cat with sharp fingers and claws is delicious, but a big white cat that sleeps like a dumpling is also very rare.

I have to say that he thinks Hua Binan has done a good thing.

"How many things do you remember today?" This became a sentence that he would inevitably ask Chu Wanning when he woke up in the morning.

Chu nightning often frowned and asked him: "What."

He answered patiently and tirelessly: "Does your memory still only stop in the last life after we got married, or has it become another day?"

At this time, he will probably wait until Chu Wanning's embarrassed face, and a low sentence: "Mo Weiyu, why are you crazy."

It's not a good word, in the past, it is bound to be slapped.

Step Xianjun is also slapped up now, but the tail is gentle, and then the other hand catches up, it doesn't look like a slap at all, but holds the other's face.

He sneered, but there was a hint of contentment in his eyes: "Very good. If you keep doing this, it will be better."

He really didn't want Chu Wanning to think of the things in his life, and he didn't want him to think of Mo Weiyu who became a master. It seems that as long as Chu nightning has been so confused, they can return to the Wushan Temple that year, no matter how much Chu nightning hates him, they can both grind together day and night.

His master and his Wanning belong to him alone.

Hua Binan mocked him: "Even if you eat your own vinegar, your heart is not as good as a woman's."

Jealous?

Step Xianjun thought, it does not exist. It's just that even an animal, a thing that has been with him for a long time, will produce some feelings similar to "habits".

That's all.

The day is fine in Jiaoshan, and stepping on Xianjun is stubbornly watching Chu Wanning and himself resting in the orange blossom tree in the afternoon. He looks at the white flowers full of fine and fragrant branches, and sighs lazily: "It's just missing some flavor, if Begonia Enough."

Chu nightning's consciousness is vague, and he still thinks that this is one of his own night dreams.

So he said, "Why are you so picky even in your dreams?"

Ta Xianjun turned over on the lawn, leaned over again, and put his head on his knee. Four eyes met, stepping on Xianjun said: "As usual. By the way, this seat is hungry, go back in a while, you can cook a bowl of porridge for this seat."

"..."

"If you want lean meat porridge with egg drop, don't overcook the egg drop, the porridge should not be too thick, just add a little meat. You can do it, right? I've taught you many times."

Chu night Ning didn't want to go, but he was forced to pull hard and hard, and there was no way to do it. Later, I had to go with him to the back hall of the Sacrificial Hall.

The firewood was cooked, the rice was clean, and the water began to boil. Stepping Xianjun sat at the small table, holding his cheeks and looking at Chu Wanning's irritable and helpless appearance in front of the platform.

But fortunately, Chu nightning thought it was a dream, so he didn't plan to spend too much effort to resist.

As for Step Xianjun, he knew that this dream would eventually be broken, so he cherished it more than ever before.

The water boiled, and the aroma of rice and meat wafted from the wooden cover.

Stepping Xianjun changed his posture, and his hands were placed on the chin. He felt that he had a lot to say to Chu Wanning, but he felt that it was meaningless to say it, and it was all in vain.

In the end, he moved his lips and said in a low and laziness, only one sentence: "Hello."

"Ok?"

What to say?

In fact, he didn't know either, so he thought about it and said solemnly, "Remember to put salt."

"...let it go."

"Then remember to taste salty."

"..."

Stepping Xianjun's black to purple eyes showed a hint of teasing and relaxation: "Don't expect to kill this seat." He said, got up and walked behind Chu Wanning, glanced at the pot, and then lifted it suddenly. His hands embraced the warm man from behind.

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