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"I'm different from you. Call me Shi Mei, or Shi Mingjing."

Chapter 274 [Tianyin Pavilion] a close call

People are subject to change, even if it is the same person, at first they have the same appearance, but due to various karma, the variables are reversed, and after ten or twenty years, their temperament and circumstances will no longer be exactly the same.

In fact, when he planted a curse on Mo Ran, Shi Mei was also a person with a cold heart and a firm will.

In his eyes, apart from his own revenge and his own pursuit, he couldn't accommodate anything.

But at that time, he looked at what the other Hongchen himself was doing, and asked his heart, he suddenly wanted to know if there was ever such a slight discomfort in Hua Binan's heart, a moment of cold teeth.

He finally did as Hua Binan ordered. Sacrifice so far, he can't get off the tiger.

He clearly knows that personal affairs will make great things fall short, and there is nothing more important than keeping the ink burning and keeping himself.

Anyway, he has been acting for so long, wearing a mask for so many years, he is disgusted to the bone, and he is numb. What is playing on the spot, what is not the same, even if Chu Wanning's death, it can't change anything.

Just holding the soul-guiding lamp given by the master of guilt, standing by the bridge of Naihe, never going anywhere, even when he can't resolutely go through fire and water for the person he loves, he can't help feeling envious.

It would be great if he could also be like Xue Meng, like Mo Ran, be the master of his own life, or if he thought he could be the master of his own life.

But fate never let him. He is like a small student in a pear garden, unwilling but silently handling this excerpt in his hand that only he can complete.

In the beginning, seduce the ink to burn.

Mo Ran smiled at himself and said, "Master, I really like you."

Later, Xu Shuanglin was used.

Xu Shuanglin tossed the orange lazily, squinting his eyes: "I have been wandering all my life, and I never thought I would meet a friend like you. Thank you for your willingness to teach me the forbidden technique of rebirth. When that trash Luo Fenghua comes back to life, I will definitely let him cook for you Eat glutinous rice balls—you don’t know, the glutinous rice balls he cooks are the best. I’m willing to give you a taste because I think highly of you.”

In the end, I will see you in the end.

Just like the worst plan he had discussed with Hua Binan, he had to make some sacrifices of his own to win the hearts of his teachers and friends, so that the gate of time and space opened smoothly at that critical moment.

He was originally a person holding chess pieces.

But when the self ten years later came, he also became his pawn.

The feeling of being controlled is actually not pleasant, and it's not that he has no hatred at all, it's just that his obsession is too strong and his desire is too deep, and he doesn't want to give up lightly.

But.

He really, really doesn't know that the so-called "minor sacrifice" of that mortal self refers to hundreds of thousands of lives, the downfall of a world.

He only saw such a cruel truth after he opened the gate of life and death in time and space.

This teacher is clear and pure, after all, that teacher is not clear and pure. He has not experienced that ten years, and he has not experienced that day after day of falling.

Up to now, he really can no longer understand himself ten years later.

But there was no way out.

At this moment, he is just an abandoned piece, like all the black and white soldiers on the chessboard, they have lost their sharpness and are useless.

"Master." The shadow of the lamp is dim, reflecting his beautiful face, he is still calm and gentle, "Actually, I have thought about this for a long time... I am thinking that Mo Ran can start all over again, can become It’s no longer the same. I was thinking, if everything could go back, would I have made a different choice because of a single thought.”

The room is very quiet, only his voice.

"However, it's too late now." The teacher said, "I know, the master has hated me, Mo Ran has hated me, and the young master will no longer treat me as a friend... Regardless of this Along the way, whether I hesitated or not, I eventually became like him."

He put his hand against Chu Wanning's hot cheek, and quietly distributed the healing spiritual power to him.

"I'm sorry, I still disappointed Master." He said, "The only fortunate thing is that I am blind, so I don't need to see you hate me."

After a pause, the teacher smiled, and with a smile, the room was full of spring.

"The last thing I saw in my eyes was you feeling sorry for me. Enough."

He untied the fairy rope in Chu Wanning's hand, removed the curse on the couch, and then extinguished the curse of Shimen.

After finishing these, the teacher turned around, rubbed, and slowly left the secret room.

He traveled far, engulfed in darkness.

At the same time, Tianyin Pavilion belongs to Qidi.

The teacher, Mr. Furu Ma, just came back from his private school. He entered the room on his sore shoulder. As usual, he first went to the kitchen to make a cup of eight-treasure tea.

Open the door and go in, the black light is blind.

Mr. Ma couldn't help frowning, and while rubbing the lampstand, he shouted: "Ma'am? Why don't you even light a candle in the middle of the night? You are..."

With a bang, the fire knife and flint were polished.

Mr. Ma was speechless, standing in the middle of the house in horror and speechless - he could see clearly that all the servants in his house had been strangled to death, like a string of wind chimes dàngdàng hanging on the beam. His old wife had been disembowelled, bloody intestines were flowing all over the floor, her eyes and mouth were open

, turned his head towards the door.

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