But Chu Wanning did not stop and did not look back.

He can't turn around.

He gritted his teeth and endured it, but tears still flowed.

It's really aggrieved.

But even if you feel wronged, what can you do?

excuse?

Screaming?

It has reached this point, why does he have the face to tell Mo Ran the truth? Do you want him to explain it hard when Mo Ran hates him and mocks him? Or do you want to make another sentence "occupy the magpie's nest" after "Dongshi Xipin"?

He left.

That night, beside the Naihe Bridge, the conversation between the master and the disciple next to the Huangquan Water, I wonder if it was following the surging river, the mountains and rivers rushing down to the rivers, and into the underworld.

And that gentle boy, if there was any knowledge in the underworld, when he heard such a conversation, he would not know if he would feel sad and sad for such a conflict from the master.

Mo Ran stood alone by the river beach for a while, and he thought, maybe this was due to fate.

——Chu Wanning suspected others, but he did not doubt him.

Speaking of that day, it was a coincidence that Chu Wanning's Tianwen was patrolling the back mountain before, and he summoned him out to use it because he encountered a little ghost. Later, he did not take it back and just rolled up his penis around his waist.

The golden Tianwen shone in Chu Wanning's white clothes. This vine whip that could bring out his truth and strangle the later Immortal Emperor's tide was shining with light.

But Chu Wanning did not take it down and he was not tried.

Mo Ran escaped Tianwen and slowly left alone, walked to the depths of the rustling bamboo forest, walked to the place where the darkness was at its deepest, and finally was completely swallowed by the darkness.

From then on, he began to secretly refine chess pieces, two, four, and ten.

More and more.

He planted them all into the bodies of disciples at the top of life and death, making them their own eyes, ears, minions, and hidden arrows.

After the initial joy, Mo Ran gradually became irritable and gloomy. He became more and more irritable, more and more irritable, and more and more unsatisfied.

Too slow.

He doesn't think it's enough.

He was afraid that Chu Wanning would notice something, so he didn't dare to spend all his strength to make Zhenlong chess like the first time. He only did one at a time, leaving half of his energy. He was no longer nervous, but finally put away his fingers and claws, returned to Chu Wanning's seat, and practiced with Chu Wanning.

He was calculating and thought that Chu Wanning could help him improve his cultivation as quickly as possible, and lay bricks and stones for him to take the first step of the dead bones in the world. Why not do it?

On this day, he practiced too hard and was exhausted. He accidentally lost control from the slender treetops and fell down.

In just a moment, Chu Wanning passed by in white clothes. He hugged Mo Ran, but he couldn't make a move to summon the barrier. The two fell under the tree together. Chu Wanning was pressed by Mo Ran, and was so painful that he groaned. Mo Ran opened his eyes and saw that Chu Wanning's hand had been wiped, a bloody hole, and the flesh turned outward.

Mo Ran stared at the opening, and his heart was actually cruel and excited. At that time, his mind had begun to distort. He didn't feel much gratitude or guilt. He just felt that the blood was so beautiful that it would be better to shed a little more.

But he knew it was not the time yet, and he could not reveal his gloomy and ferocious face under his hood at this moment, so he helped Chu Wanning wipe the wound and bandage it.

Neither of them spoke, and they had their own thoughts, and the white gauze wrapped many words.

Finally, Mo Ran said meaningfully: "Master, thank you."

This sudden thanks surprised Chu Wanning. He raised his eyes and looked at Mo Ran's face. The sunlight shone down, illuminating Mo Ran's face, and the brown color was lightly illuminated by the light.

Mo Ran was actually a little curious at that time. What did Chu Wanning think of his thanks?

Finally the prodigal son turned back?

Finally started to calm down?

But Chu Wanning said nothing, just lowered her eyelashes and lowered her cuffs.

The wind is blowing and the sun is just right.

In his previous life, he could not see through his master, just as his master misreaded him.

Later on, Mo Ran's mana became stronger and stronger. He had a surprising talent. He used half of his spiritual power to make a chess piece from one to two, and later to four.

But it's not enough.

What he wants is a million powerful soldiers who can defeat the top of life and death in one fell swoop and tramplify Chu Wanning under his feet.

Mo Ran had a bad calculation. This person who was about to become the Emperor of Immortal, holding the abacus and slapped the abacus at the table.

When Xue Meng came to see him, he happened to encounter this scene and curiously leaned over and asked, "Hey, what are you doing?"

"Calling accounts."

"What account?"

Mo Ran paused for a moment, his eyes were dark, and then he smiled and said, "Guess."

"I can't guess." Xue Meng walked over, picked up the book in front of him and muttered, "One... three hundred and sixty-five days... three hundred and sixty-five days... three hundred and sixty-five days... what mess is this?"

Mo Ran said quietly: "I want to buy candy."

"sugar?"

"A best candy in Yueshengzhai costs one cent. If you save a copper plate every day, you can buy 365 candies in 365 days. If you can save four copper plates every day, it would be..." He lowered his head, and bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye by

Xue Meng's mental calculations were faster than him and said neatly: "One thousand four hundred and sixty candies."

Mo Ran raised his head, calmed for a moment, and said brilliantly: "You're really fast."

Xue Meng was rarely praised by him, so he was stunned for a moment, then laughed and said, "That's not the case. After all, I have helped my mother to make medicine since I was a child."

Mo Ran pondered for a moment and smiled, "You can't figure it out even if you can do it. Why don't you do it? Please help me calculate it?"

After Shi Mei passed away, Mo Ran had not been so calm for a long time. Xue Meng looked at him against the sunshine, feeling a little sympathy in his heart.

So he nodded, pulled open the chair and sat down next to Mo Ran.

"Come on, tell me."

Mo Ran said warmly: "How many can I save in a year if I candies a day?"

"Three thousand six hundred and fifty, this doesn't matter, it's too simple."

Mo Ran sighed and said, "Add some more, it's fifteen a day..." After thinking about it, he felt that making chess pieces was really beyond the limit, so he asked, "How many are twelve a day?"

"Four thousand...Four thousand three hundred and eighty."

"I want five thousand, how many more days do I have to wait?"

"We have to..." Xue Meng scratched his head, thinking a little harder, so he asked, "What do you want so much sugar to do? You can't eat it."

Mo Ran lowered his eyes, covering the gloom in his eyes, and said, "Next year, the top of life and death will be established for 30 years. I want to give everyone a candy, and I will save it from today."

Xue Meng was stunned: "You actually have such thoughts..."

"Yes." Mo Ran smiled, "Are you surprised? You have a share too."

"I don't need it." Xue Meng waved his hand, "I don't need you to eat this candy. Come on, I'll continue to calculate it for you to see how long it will take to save so that you can buy more than 5,000 candies."

As he said that, he took the abacus and, against the backdrop of the flowers and trees by the window, he carefully helped Mo Ran to calculate. Mo Ran held his chin and watched with a luster flowing in his eyes. After a while, he chuckled and said, "Thank you."

Xue Meng snorted, very focused, and did not ignore him.

In his eyes, there were only those crackling black beads, one by one, two like black chess pieces, one by one, increasing in number.

At that time, Xue Meng probably wouldn't have thought that what he was calculating was not candy at all, but human lives, overthrowing the life of the top of life and death.

He wouldn't know that it was probably because he was helping by the window that vaguely touched Mo Ran's only kindness in his heart.

So Mo Ran took care of the five thousand black pieces and did not give him a piece of cake in the end.

"It will take so long?" Finally, looking at the number written by Xue Meng, Mo Ran shook his head, "It's too long."

Xue Meng said: "Why would I lend you some money?"

Mo Ran smiled: "No need."

After Xue Meng left, he thought about it over and over again, and gradually had a plan in his mind - and this plan became the prototype of the "communicative array" created by the Immortal Lord later.

That night, Mo Ran refined ten chess pieces, which were incomplete and did not use all their strength to control the living people, or even the more powerful corpses.

He took these ten chess pieces and went down the mountain to Wuchang Town. He hummed a small song and came to a place in the suburbs of the town:

He Returns to the Pond.

When a person dies, he goes by a crane and returns to the nine heavens. This is a beautiful and simple illusion of mortals. To put it bluntly, this hillside is a cemetery. If anyone dies in Wuchang Town, he will be dragged to this hill for burial. This is the burial land of the people in the town.

Mo Ran did not delay much. He walked among the rows of tombs, his eyes swept over the words on the stone tablets. Soon, he stopped in front of a new tomb with bright handwriting and fresh fruit buns in front of the tombstone. He raised his hand, tightened his five fingers in the air, and the sealing soil cracked open, and a simple coffin appeared in the sand and gravel.

Because of a certain experience as a child, Mo Ran was not afraid of dead bodies and had no fear of dead bodies. He jumped down the bulging mound, summoned Mo Dao, tried his best to pry open the coffin nail, and then kicked the thin cover away with one foot.

The moonlight shone on the face of the corpse. Mo Ran leaned over and looked at the body lying inside as if he was weighing the color of the pork.

He was an old man, newly buried, wrapped in a mourning dress, with a shriveled face and sunken cheeks. Because the tomb environment is not good and there is no money for anti-corrosion, the coffin is filled with a strong fishy smell, and some of the skin and flesh have begun to rot and maggots have emerged.

Mo Ran frowned, endured the stench, put on metal gloves neatly, strangled the old man's neck, and lifted him out of the coffin. The old man's head fell staggeringly, Mo Ran's eyes were cold, and a flash of light in his hand had already penetrated the Zhenlong blackspot into his chest.

"Good, be good." Mo Ran touched the dead man's face intimately, and suddenly slapped the corpse with his backhand and smiled, "What are you doing listlessly? Stand up straight, my baby little grandson."

Although the incomplete blackspot could not control the strong body, it was still more than enough to control an old man with thin legs and feet like a numb rod.
To be continued...