Article 906

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However, in fact, Chu nightning is very clear that the ink burning is not unwilling to return to the top of life and death. In fact, he is good, he is good, Xue Meng is good, they all want to reunite, but time is killing everyone, sometimes the ignorant and frivolous years have passed, but they can't come back, no one can Mian qiáng.

All of them understand this truth, but the ink is afraid that he will be uncomfortable, so they will take full responsibility and make him laugh.

"Speaking of which, I haven't asked you well." Chu nightning said, "On the day of the war... How did you know that you would definitely be able to come back?"

The ink burned the rice and thought for a while: "...If I tell the truth, will you blame me?"

Chu nightning looked at him with a pair of clear eyes: "What do you say."

The ink burned and rubbed the back of his neck, bowed his head and smiled: "In fact, after the door of the devil was opened, I also felt a kind of spiritual power flowing in the body... But I was still stepping on the will of Xianjun at that time, and my head was dizzy. I was drowsy and didn't think too much."

"Um."

"It was when it was about to dissipate at the end that I suddenly remembered this stubble."

"..."

"I was gambling at that time, maybe I was the same as Song Xingyi, that kind of special beauty seat." Mo Ran said, "The history books say that as long as the body of the demons is not broken and the soul is complete, is it easy to be reborn? ? So I thought...if I am, then as long as I insist on returning to my body, I should be able to survive."

Chu nightning frowned slightly: "Before this, I always thought that it was a legend that the soul of the demon race could return to the body by itself." After a pause, he asked, "Why didn't Song Qiutong survive?"

The ink burned helplessly: "Even if the devil wants to be resurrected, the desire to survive must be very, very strong."

"..."

"That feeling... how can I put it, it's like giving me a life-saving rope before falling off a cliff. The rope is covered in oil, and if I accidentally fall into the abyss, I have to hold the rope tightly. Climb up and don’t let go for a moment before returning to your body.”

"Wanning, I have been thinking about coming to you." Mo Ran raised his eyes and looked at him, "So I can come back."

The lantern above his head swayed, and Chu nightning looked at the dark and deep eyes of the other party, and felt that the chest was soft. He is still not used to this feeling of weakness, and hastily turned his face away.

The ink burned and smiled: "In fact, there is another very important reason."

"Um?"

"The sphenoid beauty seat is a half-magic. Before the magic door is opened, this method of rebirth is not applicable to us." Mo Ran said, "It is because we have absorbed the magic and gained power - otherwise we are still mortal. The fetus. And the heart of my body has already been destroyed. After I got the magic breath, I felt that the power was much greater than the power of the spiritual core, so I thought that I might be able to use it to recover."

Chu nightning said: "So when you let me go, you were actually not sure if you could be reborn..."

Mo Ran looked at the other party's slightly squinted eyes, and then realized that he had said the wrong thing, and he couldn't help being a little flustered. He coughed and wanted to change the topic: "Hey, this fish is good."

Where can Chu Wanning be fooled, staring at him: "If you don't come back in the end. When I went to Nanping Mountain, I saw a cold body."

"..." Hearing his tone so dull, the ink burned a bit unbearable, lowered his head and bit his lips for a while, and then raised his face, "Yes."

"..."

"I don't want you to die. Whether I live or not."

Seeing that the end of Chu Ning's eyes was slightly red, it seemed to be painful and seemed to want to be angry, and the ink burned out five fingers to hold his hand on the table, and rubbed it in the palm of his hand.

In the flash of the lamp shadow, he said hoarsely: "I know that doing that may have deceived you, but even if you hate it and blame you for it, it is impossible for me to watch you die."

He said, closing his eyes abruptly, his eyelashes fluttering.

"I've watched it twice."

Chu nightning's tight back slowly slowed down, and the knuckles that were squeezed gradually lost their strength, but the end of the eyes were still red and a little wet.

The steam of the Gudong pot floated up, and the clear soup in the stove was bubbling with tiny bubbles. In this hard-won earthly fireworks, Mo Ran held Chu Wanning's hand and buckled with his ten fingers.

He said: "I thought at that time, if I really lose the bet. I can wait for you...for more than ten years, decades, if you become an immortal, you can wait for hundreds or thousands of years."

"..."

"The world is very good. Wanning, I don't want you to sacrifice me."

Suddenly a boiling bubble in the pot burst, and some hot water splashed out, just splashing on Chu Wanning's wrist. Of course, the little hot water flowers wouldn't hurt anyone, but he suddenly pulled back his hand and lowered his head.

After lowering his head, he felt that he should be more calm, so he bit his head and raised his head, staring at the rebellious rebel who did not know what to do next.

Mo Ran was amused by his actions: "What's wrong? Stare at me for a while, and stare at the table for a while."

Chu nightning was about to say something. At this time, the night bell of Tongtian Tower rang, falling from the top of the towering mountain and returning to the lively night market in impermanence town.

"Oops."

After counting the hours, Chu Wanning's face changed slightly.

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