Article 770

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He was puzzled, but he didn't dare to get too close. He picked up a few stones next to him and threw them at Mo Ran.

The young disciples of Tianyin Pavilion are familiar with this.

They often said with a smile in private: "People, as long as they can distinguish between good and evil, they will all hate that kind of felony criminals, and it doesn't matter if they hit them twice."

They are very considerate of people's emotions.

So I don't stop often.

A few stones hit the face and body, but it didn't hurt.

But Mo Ran was trembling slightly.

Seeing him trembling and seeing him in pain, the peddler seemed to feel that his misfortune and misery today were no longer a big deal. He felt more or less angry in his heart. He dragged his frail body and walked towards the push cart. Go, cover with oilcloth, and go far.

The sky and the earth were filled with night mist, and the heavy rain washed away the thick phlegm spat out by the hawkers, and also washed away many stains.

The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and the world is so clean.

Its daybreak.

The monks of Tianyin Pavilion went out of the city gate one after another, passing by Mo Ran, or turning a blind eye, or disgusting and contemptuous.

Suddenly a pair of black boots stopped in front of Mo Ran.

An umbrella fell down, covering the patter.

The ink is burning in sleep, without awareness.

Until I heard someone arguing.

With a gentle and calm voice, the tone was very firm: "Give him a barrier to avoid the rain."

"Without the order of the pavilion master, do not move the confession table."

"It's just an enchantment."

"I can't help."

Mo Ran opened his eyes, and in a daze, he saw a tall and straight man—no, not a man, it was Ye Wangxi, and Ye Wangxi was firm: "The execution day hasn't come yet, you shouldn't treat him like this. "

"What did we do to him?" Someone frowned, "Miss Ye, you have to be responsible for what you say. Tianyin Pavilion follows the rules. It's God who can't see him. This rain is not our punishment for him. .”

Ye Wangxi's eyes flashed sullenly: "Isn't this a punishment? All night! You let him soak like this all night last night? If I didn't see it today..."

People from Bitan Village passed by below, and it was Zhen Congming who led a group of juniors.

Hearing the movement, Zhen Congming looked sideways and sneered: "Oh, is the leader of the Dark City of Confucianism School meddling again?"

"Hold an umbrella for the sinner, hehe."

There were people around, everyone whispered and whispered, and a few female cultivators rolled Ye Wangxi's eyes and whispered to each other——

It's a pity that the sound is not low.

"I heard that the man in black who stood up for Ye Wangxi in the Confucianism School was Mo Ran."

"What? Why didn't I know...it was actually this evil ghost who helped her?"

"Mo Ran even killed the **** who raised him, how could he treat Ye Wangxi so well."

There was a moment of silence, and then someone opened their eyes wide, covered their mouth with a handkerchief, and changed their color: "Oh my god, could they be..."

what is it

Very clever, no one speaks clearly at this moment. But they all showed disgusted and excited expressions on their faces. Irresponsible speculation is too comfortable, like a long-lasting and intense climax, which permeates the crowd and spreads in the mist.

They stared at the two people on the stage.

A man and a woman.

Why is a woman willing to help a down-and-out man? Did she ever sleep with him? She must have slept with him, she must have loved him to death, loved his lingering love on the bed, love each other.

So dirty.

Mo Ran raised his eyes and glanced at Ye Wangxi. He tried to speak, but the first time he spoke, no sound came out.

He had no choice but to swallow again, and then said hoarsely: "Miss Ye..."

"you're awake?"

Ye Wangxi lowered his head, still maintaining his gentle and upright appearance.

"...you go...don't stand here, it's not good for you."

Ye Wangxi didn't leave, she brought a jug of warm water, she leaned over, while holding the umbrella, she untied the spout. The umbrella was tilted, and most of the rain fell on her.

"Drink something..."

Immediately, someone came to stop Tianyin Pavilion: "Miss Ye, the prisoner is not allowed to give food."

"Can the prisoner be stoned and beaten by the bystanders?"

Although Ye Wangxi didn't see what happened last night, there were large and small stones scattered around Mo Ran, and there were bruises on his forehead and cheeks.

She stared at them with Nangong Si's fierce eyes.

Gradually, the shadow of an old friend appeared on her body.

"Isn't Tianyin Pavilion acting impartially? Is this your fairness?"

Those people knew they were wrong, so they stopped talking. The leader showed embarrassment and coughed lightly: "Water is fine, other food is not allowed."

Ye Wangxi gave him some warm water.

Mo Ran whispered: "Why..."

"You helped Ah Si." Ye Wangxi didn't raise his eyes, "You helped me too."

"...On Jiaoshan, if the person who died was me, Nangong would..."

Ye Wangxi's hand paused slightly, she was trembling, but she finally said: "Everyone wants to live. I will never blame you for wanting to live."

"..."

"Drink." She

Said, "Xue Meng can't come anymore, he was stopped by his parents. I am holding an umbrella here. You used to help me and Ah Si in spite of the world. Now even if no one is looking for you, I will help you."

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