As a person who cherishes weapons, Chu Wanning was so angry that he couldn't speak.

He was afraid he saw a fool.

I saw that under the flower tree not far away, Mo Ran summoned the ghost. Shenwu could stretch and control the size by himself. But most people were willing to make their weapons bigger and become very majestic. No matter how bad they were, they would keep their normal appearance like Chu Wanning. But Mo Ran made the ghost very small, about the same length and thickness as the hair tie. Broken Ye Linglong, Dawn Shenwu looked like a little pitiful.

Everyone has different spiritual power. Chu Wanning's Tianwen was filled with spiritual power and was golden, but it was red when he saw it.

So I ignored the willow leaves and looked like the red line of the moon...

"Shi Mei, you tie this to your hand. I want to know if it's the same as Tianwen, and you also have the ability to coax people to tell the truth."

"Uh...you want to try it with me?"

Mo Ran smiled and said, "Yes, because I am the best with you. I believe you will never lie to me."

Shi Mei was still hesitant: "That's right, but..."

"Oh, I will never ask about tricky things. If you don't believe me, let's get in touch?"

As he said that, he stretched out his little finger.

Shi Mei couldn't help laughing and crying: "You are so old, you are still so naive."

"Turn the hook, you can pull it at the age of eight, and you can pull it at the age of eighteen. Even when you reach the age of eighteen, you can still pull it. What's so naive about this?" Mo Ran said, smiling and holding up Shi Mei's right hand and piercing out his little finger. Shi Mei was both angry and funny by him, but there was no way, so he had to go in the end.

Unexpectedly, Mo Ran caught Shi Mei's little finger, but did not hook him up. Instead, he narrowed his eyes and smiled and said, "Damn it, I'm working."

He whizzed twice, and with no lightning speed, he tied Shi Mei's little finger, and pulled Mo Ran's little finger on the other end.

The handsome boy smiled like a cunning fox who had attained enlightenment and ascended to heaven, with a deep dimples and said happily: "Congratulations, I've been fooled."

Shi Mei was ridiculous and sarcastic: "You!... you let me go."

"No, no hurry." Mo Ran smiled, "I'll let go if I ask a few questions."

In fact, since Jin Chengchi got Sugar Chang and Shi Mei failed to open the box, Mo Ran was a little uneasy.

Although Shi Mei was wearing gloves at that time and could not directly touch Xiangsi Chang, Mo Ran was still unable to let go, not to mention that the box was opened by Chu Wanning in the end.

Chu Wanning...how could it be...

So Mo Ran felt that it must be that Sauvignon Blanc was broken.

However, in order to confirm this, he thought it would be better to confirm it by hell.

He did not doubt his true feelings for Shi Mei at all, but he was very worried that in Shi Mei's heart, he was actually insignificant. As for Jin Chengchi's love, it might be his own illusion.

He felt that Shi Mei was gentle in nature and was very nice to everyone on weekdays. Unlike Chu Wanning, who always put on a picture of his face that others owe him money and silver. He was particularly disliked.

Although the trance of the immortal king is a rough man, when he is thinking about his lover, this guy can struggle to death.

"First of all." Although Mo Ran was worried, he still smiled on his face, pretending to be relaxed and casual, and decided to throw out a few irrelevant questions to lay the groundwork.

"What do you think of Xue Meng?"

As soon as he pointed, Shi Mei couldn't help but say honestly: "Young master is very good, but he speaks too straightforwardly, and sometimes it's unbearable."

Mo Ran laughed: "Huh? There are times when you can't stand him? Hahaha, no wonder, after all, he hates it so much."

Shi Mei blushed: "...You whisper softly, don't be heard by the young master."

"Okay, okay." Mo Ran smiled, "But I'm very happy if you say bad things about him."

Shi Mei: "..."

Mo Ran asked again: "Then what do you think of Master?"

"Master is very good, but he has a little temper..." It seems that Shi Mei doesn't want to comment on Chu Wanning, but he is bound by a ghost. After biting his lips for a while, he still said aggrievedly, "He has a little irritable temper."

"Haha, there is no irritability, it is obviously very irritable. I get angry every now and then, but I refuse to admit it when I get angry. I think the imperial concubine is better than him."

Chu Wanning, standing in the corner: “…………………”

Mo Ran suddenly became curious and asked, "Since you know that your master has a bad temper, why do you still have to worship him?"

Master Wei said, "My master is cold-faced but kind-hearted. My talent is not as good as others, but he never thinks I am stupid. He said that there is no difference in teaching. Since I am not good at attacking, I will teach me the art of healing and recovery. He treats me well."

Mo Ran was already very happy, but when he heard this, he suddenly stopped laughing and gradually became silent.

After a while, Mo Ran said, "He is not there to treat you well. He just teaches you some magic, and occasionally takes care of you. If any master does this, he will do this."

"That's different-"

Mo Ran suddenly became unhappy and bulged his cheeks: "Anyway, he is not treating you well! I can do all the things he treats you!"

Shi Mei stopped talking.

In this embarrassing silence, Mo Ran gradually calmed down the evil fire in his heart. Seeing that Shi Mei lowered his eyes and said nothing, he suddenly felt guilty and whispered: "Sorry."

"It's okay." Shi Mei said. But after a moment, Shi Mei said a little abruptly: "When you were not here to the top of life and death in the early years, once I was walking on the road and suddenly it started to rain heavily."

"I had not yet joined the master's disciple at that time. When I was running in the rain, I met him. He held a red oil-paper umbrella and saw that I was in a mess, so he asked me to hide under his umbrella. I heard of his cold reputation for a long time, and when I walked side by side with him, I felt extremely nervous."

"Then what?"

Shi Mei had a gentle expression and said, "Then? Then we didn't speak all the way."

Mo Ran nodded in agreement: "He is so bored, and there is really nothing to say to him."

"Yes." Shi Mei smiled, "Master rarely talks. However, when he sent me to the door of the house, I thanked him. Suddenly, he saw that his right shoulder was soaked, and I stood on his left all the way, without any rain."

Mo Ran: "..."

"The oil-paper umbrella is very small, and it is only enough for one person to hold on. He blocked most of it for me. I watched him walk away in the rain. After returning to the house, I wrote a letter of apprenticeship and begged him to accept me from my disciple."

"Stop talking." Mo Ran suddenly said, "You are so kind-hearted. If you continue talking, I will feel pitiful."

Shi Mei said softly: "Aran, don't you think Master is pitiful? He only has such a small umbrella, because he has always been alone and no one wants to accompany him. So, sometimes Master is a little stricter or scolds me a little more, and I don't care. Because I remember his soaked shoulders."

Mo Ran stopped talking, but the tip of his nose was slightly red, and a hint of sorrow floated in his heart.

The feeling of sourness was a little blurry, and I suddenly didn't know who this feeling was born for.

"Aran, I'll ask you a question."

"Yeah, you said."

"Do you hate Master very much?"

Mo Ran was stunned: "I..."

"Or, you don't like him, do you?"

When the Master asked this question, his calm and gentle eyes seemed a little sharp for some reason. Mo Ranyu was unprepared and suddenly speechless under such sharp gaze.

Mo Ran silted his head, neither nodding nor shook his head. After a long time, he forced a smile and said, "Oh, wasn't I asking you a question? I accidentally got wrapped in by you. How could this happen?"

Seeing that he avoided talking, Shi Meilinglong did not force him, but just smiled and said, "I just asked casually, and you don't have to take it to heart."

"Yes." Mo Ran tidied up his mood, then raised his eyes, looked at Shi Mei's beautiful face as bright as the moon through the deep eyelash curtain.

Originally, his third question was to ask Shi Mei whether she liked him or not. But after this conversation, she suddenly felt heavy and she was silent with her lips pursed. Mo Ran suddenly said, "He is my master, and he is just a master. It's not a question of whether he likes or not."

Hearing his words, Chu Wanning, who was standing in the dark, moved his eyelashes slightly, like the rustling wings of a butterfly when he was injured.

Although some things are like mirrors in my heart, when I really confirm, I still feel like floating floes and my heart sinks to the sea. Perhaps the autumn mood has spread a little earlier, and Chu Wanning suddenly feels a little cold.

Mo Ran and Shi Mei were talking in the distance. He closed his eyes, and the slight disgust that had recently emerged spread to his mind again.

He suddenly felt extremely tired and turned around and wanted to leave.

However, after walking a few steps, Mo Ran's voice was held by Qiufeng again, and it was handed to his ears without hesitation, making him stop involuntarily.

Mo Ran was asking Shi Mei the third question: "Okay, you said Xue Meng and Master, so let me talk about me."

He minimized his attention and efforts to minimize his voice, and asked cautiously, even humbly:

"Shi Mei, what do you think of me?"

Shi Mei suddenly stopped talking.

Like Tianwen, he obviously had the ability to ask the truth when he saw ghosts. Shi Mei resisted answering, and the red light became even more intense when he saw ghosts, and he tightly locked Shi Mei's fingertips.

Shi Mei frowned and said, "It hurts..."

"I just want you to say one thing." Mo Ran couldn't bear it, but this question was buried deep in his heart. His past and present life had almost become his inner demon, so he insisted on asking, "What do you think of me?"

Shi Mei shook her head and closed her eyes. It seemed that it was hurting severely. Her slender eyelashes kept shaking, and thin sweat gradually oozed out of her forehead.

"..." Seeing him like this, Mo Ran still softened his heart and sighed, "Forget..."

He was about to withdraw and see the ghost, but Shi Mei endured it to the extreme, his face turned pale as gold paper, and he said hoarsely: "I think you are very good."

Mo Ran suddenly opened his eyes wide.

After Shi Mei said this, his originally pale face turned red quickly, and he seemed to be very upset, and he lowered his eyes and did not dare to look at the other person.

Seeing the ghost turned into red light, like petals of flowers, they all retracted Mo Ran’s palm. Mo Ran did not hold back, lowered his head, chuckled gently, and when he looked up at Shi Mei, the ends of eyebrows and the ends of the eyes were filled with the rippling meaning of spring flowers.

He had a lazy smile in his voice, but his eyes were a little wet, and he said, "Okay, thank you. I think you are very good too. Although Kim Sung-chi has told you all, you don't remember it either. So I want to say it again, you really...it's very popular."

Although he did not elaborate on what kind of like it, Shi Mei still turned red and could not say a word.

Mo Ran stared at him with deep and vague eyes. The luster in his eyes was so clear, as if stars were soaking in the sea, and the fine waves surged into the Milky Way.
To be continued...