Article 105

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Is that the beetle? !

The beetle hunched over the heavy stone and struggled to move forward. It still came to the pharmacy at that time, and shouted: "I can't take it anymore! Come to a doctor to save my life!"

A white-haired dragon swims out—but his dragon tail is completely different from other dragons, with gold flowing all over his body, shining with gorgeous luster, and his full head of gorgeous hair is tied with simple hair buttons and hangs down on his shoulders. Although the face is covered with wrinkles, but the shape of the face is well-proportioned, the bridge of the nose is straight and straight, the curvature of the lips is also very appropriate, and a pair of golden eyes are misty and misty. It can be imagined that this gentleman should have been extremely handsome when he was young.

The ink burns.

It wasn't like this before, what about the green flood dragon?

The aged Jiaoren glanced at them from a distance, but didn't speak, but came to the threshold, bent over, and took down the stones that the scorpion was carrying one by one.

The last stone was removed, and the illusion was shattered. The beetle suddenly exploded, and pus and blood splashed everywhere in an instant, like a mist. Almost at the same time, all the ghosts and monsters in the market froze, and then became limp and pus, all of which turned into stinky blood that permeated the lake.

The lake water was instantly dyed red, and as the color of the blood became deeper and deeper, Mo Ran and Chu Wanning soon found it difficult to see things in the distance, and then they couldn't see things close up, and finally the eyes were scarlet. It's hard to see your fingers when you stretch out your hand.

Chu Wanning said: "The ink burns."

Mo Ran understood him too well, and even without Chu Wanning saying anything else, he said, "Master, don't worry, I'm here."

Chu Wanning didn't say much, or his mouth was too stupid, he was silent for a while, and only said: "Be careful in everything."

The blood was blurred, and Mo Ran couldn't see the face that didn't change when the sky fell, but it was easier to detect the concern in Master's voice. He rarely felt the warmth of Chu Wanning on weekdays. At this moment, he suddenly felt a heat in his chest, and he tightened the other's hand, and said: "Okay."

The two were close back to back, and although they couldn't see each other, they could feel each other's heartbeat and breath. The situation was weird, Chu Wanning summoned Tianwen, and Mo Ran recovered his spiritual power at this time, and then summoned Hell.

Not long after the two called out their respective martial arts, Mo Ran suddenly said: "Master, look over there!"

Chu Wanning turned sideways, and just at the door of the pharmacy where the old Jiaoren was picking up stones, dozens of white spots of different sizes suddenly appeared on the ground. The two went hand in hand, and only when they got closer did they realize that those light spots were indeed the stones left by the beetle.

These dozens of stones were neatly arranged in three rows by the old Jiaoren, and each piece was exuding a soft brilliance.

Slowly, a figure gradually appeared in front of the stone, and it seemed that it was still the white-haired flood dragon just now.

Mo Ran tried to ask: "Who are you?"

The person didn't answer, he looked at Chu Wanning, then at Mo Ran, then silently raised his hand and pointed to the stones on the ground.

Mo Ran asked: "Do you want us to pick up this stone?"

The white-haired dragon nodded, and then stretched out a finger.

"Is it... the meaning of picking up a piece?"

The white-haired Jiaoren nodded, shook his head again, pointed to Mo Ran, and then pointed to Chu Wanning.

The ink burns and understands: "Is one person picking up a piece?"

This time the white-haired dragon nodded vigorously, then stopped moving, staring at the two with wide eyes.

Mo Ran asked: "Master, do you want to listen to him?"

"Just do as he said, anyway, there is no other way for the time being."

So the two each chose a stone to pick it up. Unexpectedly, just touching the stone with their fingertips, a grotesque glow flashed in front of their eyes, the sky and the earth rotated, and colorful colors rushed past. When everything returned to stillness, the endless blood red suddenly disappeared.

Taking a closer look, they were actually teleported to the arsenal of the gods!

"Master!!"

"Master, Ah Ran!!"

Xue Meng and Shi Mo were actually here too. When they saw Chu Wanning, both of them were surprised and happy, and greeted them. Unexpectedly, the luminous stone was attached to the teleportation spell, Chu Wanning was still a little sick because of the rapid rotation just now, he put one hand on his forehead, but still held Mo Ran tightly with the other hand.

In the blood lake, Mo Ran clasped his hands together and never separated.

Due to Chu Wanning's identity, there are very few chances to be with Mo Ran. Most of the time, he can only stand not far away and watch the apprentices being intimate.

Therefore, the rare warmth in the palm of his hand actually made him cherish it carefully...

"Master!"

However, the warmth that is so precious to him may be as light as a shoe in another person's eyes, or it may not be worth mentioning, and even more likely, he has never even paid attention to it.

The moment he saw Shi Mei, Mo Ran let go of his hand naturally.

Chu Wanning's fingertips moved slightly, and for a moment, he seemed to want to hold him.

But what's the reason?

He no longer has the courage to like others.

I don't want to lose even that little bit of poor pride.

Seeing that Mo Ran saw Shi Mo smiling so happily, he hugged Shi Mo so naturally and rubbed the other party's hair.

Chu Wanning's fingertips hang down.

With some embarrassment, with some embarrassment.

Fortunately.

The face is always pale, and the emotions are not so obvious.

It's probably because he's getting older, he's stiff, and he's been in the teleportation circle for a long time, and his heart feels a little cold.

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