Chapter 795

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The dream is still there.

The ink burned and lay on the bed, the eyelashes were wet, the throat was choked, and there were tears streaming down the corners of the eyes... The heart was very painful, and the blood had been oozing out. He was afraid of waking up Chu Wanning, who had finally slept for a while, so he bit He kept crying silently.

He woke up, but his body was clear to him. He knew it was only temporary, it was a return to light.

It is also God's last mercy on him.

He Mo Weiyu was worried for most of his life, and he was crazy all his life. Full of blood and notoriety, it was not until the end that he was convicted of injustice. Therefore, he felt very at a loss, even a little uneasy.

He didn't know if it was lucky or unfortunate.

Unfortunately, the two lives together are ridiculous.

Fortunately, the rest of his life can be peaceful.

But how long will he have the rest of his life? one day? two days?

It was a good day he traded his life for.

——It was a peaceful time like never before.

Later, when he heard the movement of Chu Wanning's awakening, he hurriedly wiped his tears, and he didn't want the master to see him crying.

The ink burned and turned his head, looking at the person beside the couch with his eyelashes trembling, looking at the person beside the couch with his phoenix eyes stretched, and looking at the person beside the couch and seeing himself in the eyes.

The golden crow sinks outside the window, and the Big Dipper turns.

He heard Chu night Ning whispered: "Ink...burning?"

The voice was low and gentle, like chūn sprouts breaking the ground, glaciers beginning to dissolve, and it was like the temperature of the wine on the small red clay stove reached the third level. It was the sound of nature that he would never forget in his life. The ink burned so quiet for a while, and then smiled.

"Master, I'm awake."

There is no wind and snow in the clear night, and the rest of my life is very long.

On this night, in the deep valley of Nanping Mountain, Mo Ran finally waited for the most relaxed and soft time in his life. He woke up, and he could see the surprise and sadness in the corners of Chu Ning's brows and eyes. He woke up, he was leaning on the couch, and it was up to Chu nightning to say and do what to him, and it was up to Chu nightning to tell him about such and such experiences and misunderstandings.

It doesn't matter to him.

He just wanted to last longer, longer.

"I'll take another look at the wound."

"Don't look at it." Mo Ran smiled and held Chu nightning's hand, took it over and kissed it gently, "I'm fine."

After several rejections, Chu nightning looked at him, as if he suddenly understood something, and the blood on his face faded little by little.

The ink burned qiáng calmly and gently said: "It's really okay."

Chu nightning did not answer, after a while, he got up and walked to the hearth. The firewood in there has gradually extinguished, and he left the ink to burn a back, and slowly fiddled in front of the fire.

The fire was lit and lit up again. The whole house was warm later, but Chu nightning did not look back. He still used the tongs to fiddle with the firewood that did not need to be fiddled with.

"Porridge……"

Finally, he spoke hoarsely.

"The porridge has been warm until you wake up."

The ink burned for a moment, and he lowered his eyes and smiled: "...I haven't had the porridge cooked by Wanning for a long time. In my last life, you left, and I never drank it again."

"It's not cooked." Chu nightning said, "I still won't, probably... that is, barely able to enter..." His tail was a little trembling, and it seemed that he couldn't go on.

Chu night Ning paused for a long time before slowly saying: "I'll give you a bowl."

The ink burned and said: "...good."

It was warm in the house, and as the night turned dark, the snow began to fall intermittently outside.

The ink burned holding the porridge bowl, drank it carefully, took a few sips, looked at Chu Wanning, then lowered his head to drink a few sips, and then took a look at Chu Wanning.

Chu nightning asked: "What's the matter? Is there any discomfort?"

"No." Mo Ran said softly, "I just want to... see you more."

"..." Chu nightning didn't say a word, and took the silver dagger to tick the grilled fish on the fire pond, the stream fish that melted in the mouth, but there were still thorns, he picked out the thorns, and the snow-white fish was finely subdivided.

When he used to eat, Mo Ran always took care of him.

Now the same goes upside down.

He handed the cut fish to Mo Ran and said, "Eat it while it's hot."

The ink burns and eats very obediently.

When the man was leaning on the couch and wrapped in a quilt, he didn't look so tall. The orange fire reflected on his face, very young.

At this time, Chu nightning suddenly realized that, in fact, whether it is stepping on Xianjun or Mo Zongshi, he is a full ten years younger than him.

But experienced so much hardship.

After the ink burned the porridge, he poked the fattest piece of fish and wanted to hand it to Chu Wanning to eat, but he was stunned for a moment: "Master, what's the matter with you?"

Chu nightning lowered his head, his eyes were slightly red, he calmed his mind, and then said lightly: "It's nothing, I just feel the wind and cold."

He was afraid that if he sat again, he would lose control of himself, so he stood up abruptly: "I'll check around, you can rest early after you eat. When the injury heals, I'll take you back to the top of life and death. "

Both of them knew that the so-called improvement was nothing but a return to the light, and all the warmth was running out.

But they are talking about tomorrow, talking about the future. It seems that the next few decades will be rushed into this night, and all the stars in the future will be passed away in this snowy night.

After Chu nightning left, the ink burned in front of the fire again

After sitting for a while, he undressed and looked down at the hideous scar on his chest.

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