Mo Ran wanted to speak several times, but he only moved his lips. His temple was almost thrusting, and the blood was running wildly. He felt that his blood was no longer hot, but cold, and ice. As he struggled, even his fingertips were cold.

"Master."

“…”

"Actually...I..." He finally spoke. As soon as he opened his mouth, he only said three or four words and then became confused and collapsed again.

Why did he say it?

That's all from his previous life. He has committed suicide in Wushan Palace. He has long been dead. He just carries the memories of his previous life... Why do you still say it?

Tell me, my conscience is so happy, but is it really the right choice?

How great is this now? Xue Meng will smile at him. Chu Wanning is his. Both his uncle and aunt are alive, and Shi Mei is still alive... nothing is more important than these. Even if he feels guilty for the rest of his life and is a fugitive for the rest of his life, he doesn't want to destroy everything in front of him with his own hands.

But he felt that this was what he should say.

Now it is confirmed that the person behind the scenes must have experienced a rebirth. Only he can raise everyone and make everyone ready. This is his opportunity to atone for his sins. Perhaps God asked him to die once, but he still retains his memory, so that at this moment, someone can stand up and stop this storm.

Even if you give your life.

Mo Ran closed his eyes, he was trembling, and there was moisture between his eyelashes.

He is not afraid of death. He is a person who has died once, but there are actually things in this world that are more terrible than death. He had had enough in his previous life. He chose to commit suicide just to escape from those things. Over the years, especially after Chu Wanning's death in this life, he has been running with all his might, trying to get rid of the invisible giant beast behind him, but now he has been forced to a dead end.

Its claws hung in his throat.

Everyone betrays their relatives and be scolded forever.

He can't escape...he can't escape...

Mo Ran cried silently, but tears flowed down, rustling and falling on the ground.

He tried his best to suppress the tremor in his voice, and he said, "I'm sorry...I...I don't know how to speak...I actually...I..."

Suddenly, a pair of strong and well-proportioned arms surrounded him.

Mo Ran suddenly opened his eyes, and he realized that it was Chu Wanning who came over and hugged him from behind.

"If you don't want to say it, don't say it." Chu Wanning's voice came from his shoulders, "Everyone has his own secrets... and they will do something wrong."

Mo Ran was stunned.

Chu Wanning actually understood.

He already understood... Yes, how could Chu Wanning not see through? He had seen Mo Ran admit his mistakes in panic many times, sincerely, falsely, unwillingly, and earnestly.

Although he didn't know what mistake Mo Ran made, he knew that Mo Ran must have wanted to confess some past events and confess some past events that he didn't want to talk about.

“Master…”

"If that matter makes you very uneasy and you want to tell me, then say it out loud and I'll listen here." Chu Wanning said, "But if you feel it's painful to say it out loud, then if you don't speak out, I won't continue to ask...I know you will never do the same thing again."

The ink burns the heart like a knife twists.

He shook his head slightly, no...

Not as simple as you thought... it's far less simple...

I didn't break the flowers that I shouldn't have broken. I killed people, bleed and blew the pestle, and dried bones from thousands of miles away. I ruined most of the world of cultivation, and I ruined you.

He collapsed again.

I ruined you, Chu Wanning!

Why do you want to comfort an executioner... Why do you want to comfort someone who stabs his knife into your heart? Why do you ask me to let me go before you die?

Why didn't you kill me?

He was trembling, trembling constantly. Chu Wanning was stunned and suddenly felt a warm water drop on the back of his hand. He murmured in a low voice: "Mo Ran..."

"I want to say it."

"Then you tell me."

Mo Ran was very confused. He shook his head and said, "I...I don't know what to say..."

His voice was always well controlled, and he finally choked up until then.

"Really...I really don't know how to speak..."

"Then stop talking." Chu Wanning let go of him, pulled him, and made him turn around. In the dark night, he stroked his cheeks, and Mo Ran was dodging, but Chu Wanning still touched him firmly and held his face. It was wet, tears that had been shed for a long time.

Chu Wanning said: "Stop talking."

"I……"

Suddenly the aroma of the crabapple was so close that Chu Wanning kissed him. This seemed to be the first time he took the initiative to kiss Mo Ran, arguably and clumsy. He pressed his lips and held it bit by bit, pried open his bitter mouth, and slid his tongue in, stirring and wrapping around.

Chaos, uneasy, crazy.

Mo Ran didn't know why. Maybe love is a harbor for escaping all pain. Maybe humans are the same as beasts after all. Everything can be left behind in intercourse. In this addiction, only joy is real.

Give helpless people and mercy.

Give people in desperate situations a moment of breathing.

No one spoke again, kissed to the lingering place, Chu Wanning felt Mo Ran's hatred because of him, and pushed him through his clothes. He hesitated for a moment and reached out to touch him, but Mo Ran grabbed his fingers and turned into a crossing of his fingers: "That's enough."

He held him in his arms, and only the person in front of him could relieve his pain.

Can purify his soul.

"No need to do anything else, that's enough..."

Chu Wanning raised his hand and touched his face, feeling heartbroken for no reason: "Why are you so stupid?"

Mo Ran held his other hand again, so that both hands were tightly connected, and he pressed against Chu Wanning's forehead: "If I were so stupid earlier, that would be great."

Seeing that the president could not persuade him, Chu Wanning didn't know how to say softer words, so he had to clumsyly rub his cheeks and nose tips, and finally gently took his lips.

When he did these, his ears were clearly red, but he tried his best to make himself look calm and calm. He took the initiative to kiss Mo Ran, hug him, and do things he was not used to doing before.

"Master..." Mo Ran dodged, but his breathing gradually became a little rapid under his kiss, "No... don't do this."

"You have always been doing this." Chu Wanning broke away from his hand and put his neck around, "Listen to me today."

“Master…”

Chu Wanning looked at his dog-like warm and wet eyes and patted the back of his head, feeling comfort and tenderness that he had never felt before: "Be good."

There were no lights, so they kissed and caressed by the wall, and kissed from tenderness to intenseness, from intenseness to thirst, from thirst to lingeringness, full of male beasts/desire and rush.

"Master...Wanning..."

Mo Ran couldn't help calling his name, pity, love, crazy, and guilty.

As long as Chu Wanning gives him a little bit of love, it is the strongest love medicine in the world.

He finally stopped thinking too much, pressed Chu Wanning against the wall, pressed against him, kissed him fiercely, rubbed him, and in the end both of them were breathing and their heartbeats were fierce. He went crazy, his eyes were red, and Chu Wanning frowned in his kiss and said, "Lantern..."

"Isn't it already extinguished?"

He continued to kiss him, kiss his earrings and neck. He heard Chu Wanning holding back the moaning in his ear, and whispered: "No, light it up..."

Mo Ran was stunned.

Chu Wanning said: "I want to see you."

The lights are on.

The darkness is gone.

Chu Wanning's phoenix eyes were bright, clear, stubborn and firm, covered with desire, and her cheeks seemed to have the frost of usual, but her ears were red and colorful.

He said, "I want to see you."

Mo Ran suddenly felt that his heart was about to die of pain. How could his dirty, crippled and cold heart, which was once extremely cold, survive in such a look?

He hugged him, kissed him, and pressed Chu Wanning's hand to his chest, pulsing.

He said: "Remember this position."

“…”

"If one day, my sins will be unforgivable." Mo Ran murmured in a low voice, rubbing against Chu Wanning's nose, "Kill me with your own hands, from here."

Chu Wanning was shocked suddenly and stared at him in disbelief: "Do you know what you are talking about?"

Mo Ran smiled, with the handsomeness and sincerity of Master Mo, and the evil spirit and madness of stepping on the immortal king.

"My spirit core is formed by you, and my heart is yours. If one day I have to die, both of these things should belong to you, and I can..."

He didn't continue talking.

The shock and fear that had never appeared in Chu Wanning's eyes made him unable to continue talking.

Mo Ran finally lowered his eyes and said with a wry smile: "I'm teasing you. I just want to tell you..."

He hugged him tightly.

I don't know how many times there are such opportunities.

"Winning..."
To be continued...