Chapter 762
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What he wanted to think of was not just his own memories!
Probably because half of the earth soul has been in Mo Ran's body for a long time, entangled with Mo Ran's soul all day long. When the earth soul returned, it actually brought him some memories deep in Mo Ran's soul.
——At this moment, these memories became the last images that flooded into his mind. He was dreaming, and all he dreamed about were broken past events.
He first dreamed of a mass grave, where an unkempt child lay wailing on the body of a rotting female, with tears streaming down his face and blurry eyes.
"Mom...A-Niang...is there anyone? Is there anyone...bury me too? Bury me and A-Niang together..."
Then I dreamed of the Zuiyu Tower in Xiangtan. Mo Ran was beaten all over and was curled up in a dog cage. In the warm pavilion, there was a golden animal, the fragrance was misty, and the child was locked in the cage with neither food nor drink. He couldn't even turn around.
A child of his own age grinned and laughed at him: "You don't even know what you look like, and you still want to be a hero? I think you are a joke! Bah! You will be a joke your whole life!"
Spit over.
Xiao Moran closed his eyes.
Allen Chu's eyelashes are also trembling.
The ink burns...
Then, he dreamed of blazing tongues of fire wandering and twisting around the building like a hanging ghost, dancing in a terrifying manner.
There were cries everywhere, burning beams collapsed, people were screaming, and smoke billowed.
The young man sat in the sky full of fire, with a very cold face and calm eyes. He lowered his head, put a bloody knife on his knee, held a bunch of grapes in his hand, and slowly peeled off the purple skin.
"It's all over, Auntie."
The ink burned seemed very peaceful.
"But I can't see you... I killed someone, and my hands are covered with blood. Mother, I will go to hell after I die, and I will never see you again."
The ink burns... the ink burns...
Suddenly there was light in front of my eyes.
It was a woman's gentle face, with the ends of her eyes slightly raised.
who is it?
Chu Wanning felt that the woman's eyebrows were somewhat similar to her own. When she lowered her head and worked seriously, it was particularly clear.
She sewed the rough clothes in her hands carefully.
"Aniang..." A child's voice called as softly as a mosquito.
The woman raised her head when she heard the sound and smiled at him: "Why are you awake?"
"I have a nightmare... I'm so hungry..."
The woman put down her clothes, opened her arms, and said with a gentle smile, "Are you having a nightmare again? Okay, don't be afraid, Ran'er is in my mother's arms."
Ran'er... Mo Ran...
Allen Chu closed his eyes, not knowing how bitter he felt in his heart.
too bitter.
Just looking at it, I feel that these days are shriveled and shriveled, and every day and night is so difficult.
Aunt...
This was the first time he saw Mo Ran's mother's appearance. He suddenly understood why Xiao Mo Ran would instinctively grab his own clothes outside Wubei Temple and believe in praying for himself. He also suddenly understood why in front of the Tower of Babel, that person Why did the young man come towards me and persistently begged him to accept him as his disciple?
The young man smiled and said, "Because you look the most beautiful and gentle."
At that time, everyone was laughing at Mo Ran for being blind and mocking Mo Ran for being a flatterer.
Actually not.
no……
He is not blind, nor is he flattering, he cannot tell the truth, nor can he cry, nor can he pull Chu Wanning and say: "Xianjun, when you lower your head, you actually look a little like the person who treated me best in the world. She is no longer here, can you please pay attention to me, can you take her place and look at me one more time."
I miss her so much.
Mo Ran couldn't say anything, he could only endure the great bitterness in his heart and the rising tears. Endure Chu Wanning's indifference and neglect. He chased after him, pretending to be calm and laughing, and deceived everyone.
No one needs to know his past, and no one can share his pain.
He could only smile so brightly, under the Tower of Babel, that smile was too eager, too longing, secretly hiding endless thoughts, and burned Chu Wanning like this.
The ink burned and opened its eyes.
He is no longer at the pinnacle of death and life, he is in an extremely narrow cell. The walls here are gray, and the only light comes from a small food delivery port under the black iron gate.
The top of the cell was engraved with the emblem of a weight, and he knew that he was in prison.
This is the most fair and equitable judgment temple in the world, the first court in the world of cultivation that is independent of the ten sects.
Tianyin Pavilion.
He lay there with a burning throat and chapped lips.
The surroundings are very quiet, so quiet that a hollow sound of wind can be heard in the eardrums, and the murmur of the soul can be heard. It took him a long time to gather his scattered consciousness——
He actually felt that he should have had such a day in his previous life, but fate was still kind to him after all, allowing him to live with it for two lives, and only in this life would he settle his sins.
"Mo Ran, it's time to eat."
I don’t know how long I have been lying here, time is blurry here.
He heard someone coming over and pushing food to him from the cave, a piece of fried pancake and a bowl of soup.
He didn't get up to pick her up, and the Tianyin Pavilion attendant didn't talk to him anymore. He walked away quickly with his footsteps clicking.
How is Chu Wanning doing?
What about the top of life and death?
How's it going?
Where did those destroyed chess pieces go in the end?
He was drowsily and tiredly thinking about these three questions. After thinking for a long time, he was willing to accept his fate, knowing that no one would tell him the answer.
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