Mo Ran didn't answer, or could not answer, so he walked forward and hugged Chu Wanning without saying a word.

"……What’s wrong with you?"

In my arms are slightly cool clothes and warm body.

"Why did you cry?"

He doesn't know, dreams, real?

He no longer knew it. But Honglian Water Pedal, without Chu Wanning's cold body, his master was still alive, and he was still worried that Yeyoushen's joints were not flexible enough, and he was considering whether to apply tung oil or varnish.

This seems to be enough.

He was addicted to this for a moment and didn't want to wake up again.

He and Chu Wanning completed the mecha man. It was already late, so he pulled Chu Wanning back to the room, just like his previous life, and he lingered with him and rubbed his ears.

Chu Wanning in the dream is not so obedient. He always has such cruelty and unwillingness to let go.

Even if the joy between bed is extremely high, when I vented, I often bit my lower lip, with water vapor in my phoenix eyes, but I didn't say anything, just breathing heavily and uncontrollable.

The candlelight was not extinguished, and the warm lamp flowers reflected the face of the person beneath him. Mo Ran stared at his confused appearance almost obsessedly. He stared at Chu Wanning's facial features, eyebrows and eyes, stared at Chu Wanning's black eyes, with the shadow of candles soaked in his eyes.

The candle shadow sways, like petals falling from a deep pool.

When Mo Ran was rhythmic, the petals swayed and floated in the pool water, and ripples spread out in turn. Finally, moist water vapor slid from the end of Chu Wanning's eyes and was kissed by Mo Ran.

He knew very well what kind of person Chu Wanning was. If he didn't use love medicine, it would be difficult to be in love. His self-control was really regrettable.

But so what?

Tears can't be controlled, and the rapid breathing is also true. It doesn't matter if you don't shout. It's also great to watch him cry until he was fucked by himself, his face flushed and his eyes were lost. His strong chest couldn't help but flush and his breathing was continuous.

It was a beautiful night, and it was only when I was in Yin.

Mo Ran hugged the people in his arms tightly, and they were sweating profusely. The damp and hot bodies were close to the wet and hot bodies, and even their hair was stuck to their cheeks.

He kissed Chu Wanning's earlobe tenderly and lingeringly, holding him tighter in his arms.

"That's good, Master, now you are by my side, that's good."

He fell asleep.

He opened his eyes and realized that Chu Wanning was no longer by his bedside.

“Master?!”

Sit up soberly.

Then he saw Chu Wanning standing by the half-open window. It was already dawn and it was drizzling outside the window.

Mo Ran breathed a sigh of relief and stretched out his hand at him: "Master, come here..."

But Chu Wanning didn't move. He was dressed neatly, white clothes, and looked quietly at the man on the bed. Mo Ran stared at him, and suddenly a strong sense of uneasiness rose in his heart.

Chu Wanning said to him: "Mo Ran, it's time for me to leave."

"Let's go?" He was stunned. The mattress was still hot. There was a broken hair on the pillow and a faint breath. However, Chu Wanning stood in front of him, as if it was a distance between a lake and a sea. It was so sparse. Mo Ran said anxiously, "Where are you going? This is the Red Lotus Water Pavilion, your home. We are already at home. Where are you going?"

Chu Wanning shook his head, turned his face to the side, and looked at the gradually pale outside the window, and said, "There is no time, it's going to be dawn."

"Winning!!"

Just a wink.

The room was empty and nothing was left.

He got up from the bed in a hurry, and didn't care about wearing shoes and socks, so he staggered out of the door.

The wind blew away overnight and the snow fell. Last night, the brilliant crabapple flowers were mostly knocked down, and the remaining flowers were covered with steps and tables and chairs. There was a finished night tour god on the stone table, with metal gloves and files thrown beside it. It seemed that Chu Wanning had just left, and it seemed that Chu Wanning would come back at any time.

"Winning?Winning!"

He ran around the Red Lotus Water Pavilion like crazy, looking for it, but he kept bypassing the lotus pond. Subconsciously, he didn't dare to go to the lotus pond, he didn't dare to go...

But he finally walked over in dismay.

Barefoot, stepping on the cold bluestone road.

He was convenient to stand at a long distance from the lotus pond. He went up from his pale toes, and finally he could see a face that was no one-eyed.

He opened his eyes wide in a daze, and he looked at the man lying in the lotus pond from afar, as he saw almost every day in the last two years before his death in his previous life.

Lying deep in the lotus flowers, your body has never decayed and your clothes are clean. What is the difference between it and when you are alive?

...What's the difference!!!

He walked over step by step.

It's close.

It's closer.

As long as you move forward, you can come to the edge of the pool and see every eyelash of his eyelashes clearly. After death, you also seem to be slightly frowning and your phoenix eyes that are no longer relaxed.

But he knelt down in disguise.

He knelt on the stone slab, and he curled up his knees, trembling for a while. He suddenly thought that there was also the elixir given to him by Mr. Liu, which could bring back the dead. He was ecstatic, his fingers were trembling and curled up. He searched for the Qiankun bag, and he took out the things inside one by one.

"The immortal medicine...the immortal medicine...I want the immortal medicine that can bring about death...the immortal medicine!!! Where is the immortal medicine?!!!"

After exploring everything, he turned the entire Qiankun bag upside down, and he refused to let the needle and thread gap and touched it inch by inch.

But no.

The elixir is gone, and the elixir is not inside.

Maybe it was a dream to hit Mr. Liu just now and get the elixir?

No, these are all dreams, one after another...

He collapsed, his consciousness was chaotic and dissolute. He raised his hand in despair and rubbed his cheeks and eyelids. He murmured: "No, some...the elixirs...the elixirs...the elixirs...the elixirs...the elixirs...the elixirs...the elixirs...the elixirs...the elixirs...the elixirs..."

He started looking for it again, and knelt in front of Chu Wanning's body and searched it hysterically. A terrifying glow jumped in his eyes, but his voice became more and more choked and more desperate. He finally leaned over and burst into tears.

"I put it in, I put it in!!"

He brushed away the debris in front of him with a palm, and countless jingling porcelain bottles rolled down, even broken. He knelt in a piece of broken pieces and rubbed forward, and the fragments pierced into his flesh knees. He ignored him, and crawled towards the man lying in the lotus pond.

He finally carried him out of the pool and hugged the cold body tightly in his arms.

——That was something he wanted to do in his previous life but never did.

He was holding Chu Wanning's body, and the drizzle was still lingering and falling. The sky was lit up layer by layer, but it had nothing to do with them. He was holding Chu Wanning's body and crying. He pressed against his cheeks and kissed his nose, eyelashes, and lips.

"Master...please...benefit me...please..."

At that moment, his figure and his once wailed in the mass grave, hugging his mother's rotten body, collapsed and cried, begging the gentleman to cross the orphans who buried him with his mother, just like that.

That year, he was only five years old. A five-year-old child vowed not to see his beloved relatives again. His muscles and bones rotted and turned into mud in front of him.

In a blink of an eye, so many years have passed, the 32-year-old Taxianjun hugged his master's body, sometimes laughing wildly, sometimes caressing the corpse and crying.

It was a body that was no different from his life. He did it. He could make the dead like a living person. There seemed to be a faint blood color under the skin of the corpse, and it seemed to have fallen asleep peacefully.

This time he did not beg anyone to bury him and Chu Wanning deep into the ground.

But the Immortal Lord had buried himself alive. On the day after Chu Wanning's death, he drank a jar of pear blossoms. Later, every day, he was in a tomb of a living dead called the Red Lotus Water Pavilion, drunken and dreaming. From that day on, he had buried himself.

"Master, please do your best to me..."

"Mo Ran!"

"You...reliable me..."

He heard someone calling him in a vague way, familiar voice. The surroundings were dark again, so he grabbed a piece of driftwood like a drifting person. Someone reached out to him. He choked and grabbed the person tightly, "Don't leave, I will not do anything bad or bad, and I will never make you angry again..."

He climbed over the man's finger and clenched his fingers.

He smelled the faint fragrance of flowers and the fragrance of crabapples.

"I have a elixir that can keep alive, but I... I don't know why, I can't find it... I can't find it, but can you please..." He followed the warm body regardless of the place where the warm body was, and he hugged the body, "Please, I'd rather..."

"I would rather die than be me."

"Mo Ran! Wake up!"

But he couldn't wake up, the pain was deeper than the sea. He was about to drown, and he couldn't wake up.

His throat was choked, and he hugged the person who called him tightly, and his eyelashes were wet: "I would rather die than be me, Master..."

"Dog thing! What are you going to do! Hello!"

Suddenly, a man rushed over and grabbed him. Then there was a mess around, and someone poured a pool of cold water between his lips and teeth.

Mo Ran suddenly felt cold all over. The water was as cold as a thousand-year-old black ice, almost frozen his lungs.

He opened his eyes suddenly!

“…”

The first thing that caught my eye was Jiang Xi's gloomy face, and she was holding a green jade bottle in her hand. Obviously, what she had just filled him with was the stuff in the bottle.

"I……"
To be continued...