Article 112

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The heart is cut like a knife. In the blurred field of vision, he saw that person's thin and thin body, such a weak person, but little by little, he was slowly climbing up by holding on to the vines and willows.

The thorns pierced his hand, and the fire burned his bones and blood.

It was dyed bright red, and everywhere it passed was mottled with blood.

Mo Ran closed his eyes, his voice was bloody, every word trembled, and he choked up:

"Master... ignorant..."

The man was very close, and Mo Ran saw the pain in his eyes flashing away. He seemed to be really in pain, and even Mo Ran's voice was a kind of torture to him.

Therefore, although the person in front of him had a stubborn expression, his gaze could almost be called pleading.

"Don't call me again."

"..."

"Mo Ran, wait a little longer, I will...save you...down...come..."

Almost at the moment when the words fell, the tough light in his eyes floated up, like sharp knives out of their sheaths, and it was indescribably beautiful on that gentle and accustomed face.

Chu Wanning's robes rolled, and she jumped onto the copper hourglass.

His face was like gold paper, crumbling, except that he was still breathing, he was no different from a dead person.

At that moment, Mo Ran felt that he might as well bleed to death, or let him suffer like this.

There was a fragmented voice in his throat: "I'm sorry."

Chu WanNing knew that this sorry was not for himself. He wanted to explain, but he caught a glimpse of the silver-blue saber hooking the upper palace, which was piercing Mo Ran's chest and ribs. The source of the vine's spiritual power may be on this sword. He was worried that under the surprise of Mo Ran, he would be injured more seriously, so he still asked his "teacher" in front of him:

"Mo Ran, can you trust me?"

"I believe you." Without hesitation.

Chu Wanning raised the eyelash curtain, glanced at him, and held the hilt of the sword. This sword is close to the heart. If there is a slight mistake, Mo Ran will die.

"..." Chu Wanning's hand trembled a little, but he didn't move.

Mo Ran's eyes were still red, but he suddenly smiled: "Master."

"……Um."

Mo Ran said: "... Am I going to die?"

"……Won't."

"If I'm going to die, can... can I give you a hug?"

He was very cautious when he said this, his eyes were moist and bright. Chu Wanning's heart suddenly softened.

However, thinking that what Mo Ran saw in his eyes was another person, this softness immediately condensed into ice.

He suddenly felt like an insignificant clown on the stage, hidden behind the colorful sleeves of Xiaosheng Xiaosheng in Tsing Yi, no one noticed him.

In this touching repertoire, he is superfluous.

Or maybe the only purpose is to put on the ugly face and grin the smile drawn in ink to set off other people's joys, sorrows, sorrows, loves and sorrows.

How ridiculous.

Mo Ran didn't know about this. He saw the flickering in Chu Wanning's eyes, and said that the teacher was reluctant, and immediately said, "Just hug it. Just a moment."

An imperceptible sigh.

"actually, I……"

Mo Ran: "What?"

"...Forget it." Chu Wanning said, "Nothing."

He leaned over, not very close, and he might touch the sword, then he stretched out his hand and gently hugged Mo Ran's shoulder.

He heard the ink burn in his ear and said: "Shi Mei, thank you for waking up, thank you for remembering me in a good dream."

Chu Wanning lowered his eyes, his eyelashes were like a butterfly fan, and then he smiled lightly: "No thanks."

After a pause, he said again: "The ink burns."

"Um?"

Chu Wanning seemed to be still in a dream, hugging him, stroking his hair, and sighing softly, "Do you know that if a dream is too good, it is often not true?"

After he finished speaking, the hug was like a touch of water, and he left immediately.

Mo Ran raised his eyes, he didn't quite understand the meaning of the teacher, he only knew that this small hug was the candy that the teacher gave him with kindness.

It is sweet and sour, and when it rubs against the back of the tongue, there is a hint of astringency.

The moment the sword was pulled out, the blood flew like a begonia blown off by a strong wind.

Mo Ran only felt a sharp pain in his heart and mouth. For a moment, he thought that he was going to die. All kinds of unwillingness mixed in his heart, and suddenly blurted out: "Master, I have always loved you very much. What about you..."

With the sound of the saber falling to the ground, the vines and willows dispersed in an instant, the turbulent waterfall in the sky stopped abruptly, and the divine arsenal suddenly returned to silence.

I have always loved you very much.

And you……

The body has reached its limit, Mo Ran felt a sudden blackness in front of his eyes.

The moment he fell, he was caught by a pair of blood-stained hands and fell into Shi Mo's arms. I don't know if it's an illusion, Mo Ran saw Shi Mei frowned, and slowly closed his eyes, the eyes seemed to be smooth and smooth.

He seemed to hear the teacher said softly: "Me too."

Ink burning: "!"

It's an illusion, otherwise why Shi Mo's expression is so sad, but he still promised him.

"I also... love you."

Consciousness finally dissipated, Mo Ran fell into a coma.

Chapter 46

When he woke up, the ink burned his hair

Now I am still in the arsenal of God.

He seemed to have slept for a long time, but when he opened his eyes, he found that not too long had passed, and it seemed that it was just a blink of an eye.

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