Chapter 798

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I warm you.

Chu nightning was curled up in his wrist, curled up in the chest where the heat had not subsided, and did not move.

They are leaving for home tomorrow.

He has to take a good rest with the ink burning.

Chu nightning stretched out his hand and wrapped the ink-burning waist.

In the dark night, he said, "Okay, I'll listen to you, and I'll sleep. But, tomorrow, when I call you, you have to remember to wake up."

He leaned against the chest that no longer undulated, and the tears soaked and warmed the ink-burning placket.

"Don't be fooled."

Good night, ink burning.

This night is long, but I will accompany you. May you have good dreams, fire, and lights.

And home.

Chapter 280 [The Peak of Life and Death] Between Good and Evil

The next morning, the sun shone through the windows.

Chu nightning opened his eyes, the bedding was warm, and the temperature of one person could warm the bodies of two people. He quietly looked at the burning face, in his eyes, this is the most handsome person in the world, the best person.

He didn't move, he was thinking, what kind of porridge should I cook today?

Yesterday's drink has been finished, and the ink-burning starving ghost reincarnated generally drank a full four bowls, and there was nothing left.

He kissed the burning cheek and asked, "I'll make some for you, okay?"

The man slept soundly, his dark eyelashes hanging down there, as gentle as two rolls of rushes, as gentle as if he would open his eyes in the next moment, he pulled him with a smile, and said to him, "I'm hungry, I'm going to give him a meal tonight. Cook a bowl of porridge here."

And it seems that he will tell him affectionately and affectionately: "Whatever Master does is good, I will like it."

The corpse is already cold, and the cheeks are cold to kiss, and there is no temperature at all.

Chu nightning did not cry.

He got up and covered the quilt with the ink, and then he went to the yard to pick up firewood to make a fire. He cooked seriously and cooked well.

The water boiled, and the mist filled the air, and the rice porridge was churning and bubbling with tiny bubbles. He skimmed the foam with a slotted spoon, added some salt, and simmered under the wooden lid.

A person who has been reborn once cannot be rescued a second time by the rebirth technique.

Chu nightning stood blankly beside the stove. There was a moment of clarity in his consciousness. This moment of clarity almost killed him. He was busy restraining the trembling of his fingertips and raised his hand to uncover the cover——

When the porridge is cooked, there will always be someone drinking it.

He now has fragmented memories of the burning of the ink. The burning of the ink was very poor when he was a child. He couldn't eat enough, and getting a steaming cake was something that could make him happy all day.

The ink will not burn, so it will always wake up.

After the porridge was cooked, he went to the yard to clean up the snow, then broke a new plum, took it back and cut off the branches, and dipped it in a small clay bottle to keep it.

The fragrance of plum blossoms is ten miles away, so that when the ink burns on the road, you can still smell the world.

No, his consciousness was confused again.

What is walking on the road, what is smelling the world... The ink burns clearly and lies here, exactly the same as yesterday, the day before yesterday and a few days ago, but the face is clearer and thinner, and the complexion is paler.

He will still wake up.

For two lifetimes, whether it is resentment or hatred, love or pity, since they met, Mo Ran has never left himself. So gradually, the ink burned through his life, became the wind, became the hour, became the spring flowing through the finger gaps, and the light draped in the long hair.

He is his day and night, and his life.

Chu nightning walked in this red dust. In this world, the snow will still fall, the cicadas will still chirp, the autumn lotus will still die, the summer flowers will still be born, everything is the same as before, so how can the ink burn leave?

He is willing to guard him, accompany him, day after day, waiting for him to wake up. Just like the ink burning of the previous life and the body of Chu Wanning made a contract, this life is wrong, and Chu Wanning also did the same thing as stepping on Xianjun.

"Only the day I leave will you leave."

Once stood in the red lotus waterside, the ink burned a black robe, so he said to the sleeping Chu nightning.

"Stay with me."

Now, in the deep valley of Nanping, Chu nightning is dressed in white, which overlaps with the emperor of the year.

He stretched out his hand and stroked the bloodless face: "...with me."

Jin Guangqi, his spiritual power flowed into the corpse. From then on, even if Biluo Huáng Spring, heaven and earth, as long as there is still Chu Wanning in the world, Mo Weiyu's corpse will not rot. Only after many years, Chu Wanning passed away and the flow of spiritual power ended, they would die together.

Turned into ashes, scattered into powder, scattered into mud and crushed into dust.

He left with him.

The charcoal fire of the Tianyin Pavilion Temple was burning, and the walls were illuminated by light and shadows. Mu Yanli stood alone in the center of the hall, with his hands behind his back, his eyes closed and his eyes closed.

Suddenly, the door of the palace opened, and a man walked in.

Mu Yanli didn't look back, and said lightly, "Are you here?"

"Come on." The man took off the cloak and hood, revealing a face of the country and the city, it was the teacher, "Sister Mu doesn't go to the apse to see?"

"There's nothing to see." Mu Yan left, "It's just that you open your chest and open your mind. The blood is too heavy, I can't stand it."

"Then there is no way, Yaozong is together, this is the case." Shi Mei smiled, "Even if it is Jiang Xi in the lonely moon night, it will not fill the room with fragrance if he moves a knife to the dead."

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Yan Li frowned and didn't intend to talk to him more about dissecting corpses and cutting people, so he asked: "Speaking of which, you have been using this technique for a few days, when will Emperor Step Immortal be able to completely Reborn?"

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