Outside Ningxiang Inn in Linling Island, the boss’s wife was wearing red and green, with pearl bracelets on her tender wrists, and a bunch of waists was as slender as willows, leaning outside the door hall, banging the snake gallbladder and stir-fried melon seeds.

Every time Xuanyuan Pavilion auctions, the most people come to her to stay in the hotel. Because she is beautiful and smart, she can do things. Her beautiful eyes, which are clearly black and white, can guess what the guests want.

The day is high at this time. After noon, the boss's wife spat on melon seeds. She guessed that the bidding would end in another hour. The price of staying in Linlingyu is high. Generally, monks don't keep too much. The room fee today cannot be made. But it may be better, the Immortal King heroes always have to have dinner before leaving, and they can make another sum of money.

The boss's wife dusted the dander stained on the hem of her skirt and turned around and shouted to the shop's shop: "Erfu, wipe the tables and chairs in the lobby again, and then take a basket of snake gall seeds that I cooked, and put a plate on each table. We are going to prepare for the evening business."

"Haila shopkeeper, let's get it now." The guy ran away happily.

The boss smiled with satisfaction. She had enough sunshine and had finished kneading melon seeds. She was about to go back to the store to supervise the worker. Suddenly, she saw a black and white shadow coming by the wind at the end of the road. She was getting closer. She realized that she was a handsome black-clothed immortal. She held someone in her arms and rushed into her inn.

"Stay in a hotel, stay in a hotel!"

“…”

Maybe he came abruptly and his behavior was strange. The waiter in the shop was shocked and opened his mouth for a long time to come back to his senses.

Mo Ran said angrily: "Has you stayed in a hotel? Are you deaf? Where is the shopkeeper!!"

"Oh, Immortal Lord." A young woman's voice sounded behind him, with three-point smiles and seven-point apologies, which sounded like a terrible thing. Mo Ran suddenly turned around and met the boss's versatile smiling face, "Sorry, I'm neglecting you. My waiter is new. If you have something to come to me, I'm the shopkeeper."

Mo Ran raised his dark eyebrows and said hurriedly: "Live in a hotel!"

The proprietress looked at him quickly and quietly. Seeing that the man was wearing a cloak, she thought he was the immortal king who went to participate in the Xuanyuan Club. However, because he was very anxious when he came, his hood had fallen off, revealing a handsome face that was still delicate and delicate for a young man. However, this is not the most important thing. The most important thing is that there is a brocade bag embroidered with Xuanwu totem on his wrist, which is the Qiankun bag that Xuanyuan Pavilion gave to customers after selling goods.

rich.

A glimmer of light flashed in the boss's eyes.

Very rich.

When she looked at the person he was holding, because the big arms were lying outside and his face was leaning inside, she couldn't tell anyone to see his appearance clearly. However, the boss's eyes were so poisonous that she quickly swept over the robe woven in the snow gauze, and her eyes fell on the hand that fell from the sleeves of the wide sleeves.

It is evenly long and thin, with a porcelain body, and its fingers are sharp and its bones are clear.

beauty.

The boss's wife immediately understood.

Although he is a handsome man, it is not uncommon for men in the cultivation world to practice dual cultivation, so there is nothing strange about it.

"Dafu, check in the room." The boss's wife responded quickly, and without asking much questions, snapped her fingers and gave a neat instruction, "You should have the most comfortable room in the Sun and Moon."

Chu Wanning's illness was coming with great force and without any warning. Fortunately, this was the land of Gu Yueye. The saint of good medicine grabbed a lot of hand, and Mo Ran invited the doctor to take Chu Wanning's pulse.

The doctor of the Immortal Sect with a deep cultivation closed his eyes and lit his fingers on Chu Wanning's wrist with fine calluses, without saying a word for a while.

Mo Ran couldn't help it: "Doctor, how about my master?"

"The problem is not big, but..."

The one who hates the most is this kind of person who speaks in a bend. Mo Ran widened his eyes: "But what?"

"But I think it's strange. It's so powerful that the master has a high level of cultivation, which is rare in the world. But after a careful examination, his spiritual core is very fragile, and he can't even compare to the young monk who just built the foundation."

If you compare your cultivation to water, the spiritual core is the container for carrying water.

Spiritual cores are born, and their cultivation is slowly accumulated in the acquired world. Therefore, the stronger the innate spiritual core, the easier it will be to cultivate. However, when the cultivation reaches a certain level, it will feed back the spiritual core, so usually the two complement each other.

A great master like Chu Wanning must have a very powerful spiritual core, so ordinary doctors will not pay special attention to this when taking pulses.

Mo Ran was shocked when he heard this, "How is this possible?"

"I also think it's impossible. Therefore, I have repeated the consultations many times, but it's like this again and again."

"My master's spiritual core is not even comparable to a foundation-building person? How is this possible? It's a joke! Doctor, please take a closer look, will it be something wrong?"

"I have always been cautious in practicing medicine. Once I say it, I will definitely be sure. If the little fairy king doesn't believe it, I will look for someone else to treat his spiritual core, and the result will be the same."

Mo Ran was stunned.

The doctor said, "It is precisely because the spirit core of the master is very fragile that he should have been perceived by some powerful weapon. The weapon attributes should echo him a little, but they are not possessed by him. So he was backfired and the spirit core could not bear it, so he fell into a coma. I prescribed some medicine for him, rested more after taking it, and soon he was fine."

Seeing the doctor away, Mo Ran sat next to Chu Wanning's bed, holding his cheek in a daze, and couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.

The spirit core is weak?

How is this possible...

But the old man had no idea what happened in Xuanyuan just now, but he could accurately tell that Chu Wanning had encountered powerful weapons before, and it was really not like he was talking nonsense.

There is also "Bugui". Just now at Xuanyuan Meeting, Mo Ran only released a little spiritual power, and Chu Wanning suddenly felt strange and fell into a coma. Therefore, he didn't have time to judge whether the Mo sword was really the magic weapon of his previous life. If so, why would "Bugui" echo Chu Wanning? Will it also backfire on Chu Wanning?

He thought in a mess, and looked at Chu Wanning in a daze. After a while, the person on the bed seemed to be nightmare again, frowned his beautiful eyebrows, and his eyelashes kept trembling.

It was a pity that even he didn't know why, Mo Ran stretched out his hand and gently stroked his eyebrows: "Master..."

“…”

"Master... Chu Wanning... has lived for two lifetimes. Do you still have secrets that I don't know about you?"

The shopkeeper quickly boiled the medicine in the kitchen and brought it to Mo Ran.

After tasting it, it was indeed so bitter that it was Chu Wanning's most annoying taste. Mo Ran sighed and called out to the woman who was about to leave.

"Shopkeeper, do you have candy?"

"Hey... the candy in the shop is now cooked, and the ones you have used up today. But if the Immortal Lord wants it, I will just go to the street to buy it."

Mo Ran looked at the steaming decoction and shook his head and said, "Forget it, the medicine will become cold after a long time, and it will be useless if you drink it. Thank you."

"Ah, Immortal Lord, don't be polite. Just call me if you have anything."

After the shopkeeper finished speaking, he left with tactfulness and took it to the door.

He took the medicine to the head of the bed and put it down. Mo Ran sat back to the edge of the couch, put one hand on his knee, and helped Chu Wanning stand up with the other: "Master, I've taken the medicine."

Feeding him medicine was also a familiar thing in his previous life. Mo Ran picked him up and asked Chu Wanning to lean in his arms. He took the medicine cup and scooped a spoonful of it, put it on his lips and blew it cool, and then slowly handed it to Chu Wanning's mouth.

This is the second time he has taken care of Chu Wanning since he was reborn. I don’t know what happened. Although I hate this person, I still feel so nervous when I see him sick.

"bitter……"

Although the person in his arms was not awake, he also felt it. He frowned half-dream and half-awake, turning his face away and refused to drink again.

Mo Ran was so familiar that he couldn't be more familiar with this. He held the spoon and broke him back, and patiently coaxed him: "I have another sip, it's enough to finish it, come on."

As he said that, he handed another spoonful.

Chu Wanning drank half of it and coughed half of it, but his brows became even tighter.

“It’s so bitter…”

"Sweet, the next spoon is sweet, come on."

"Well……"

"Next spoon! Guaranteed! So sweet that you can't believe it! The sweetest sugar juice in the world that I have been ordered to find!" I didn't know who I was when I coaxed and coaxed. Mo Ran pulled out the words from his previous life again, "It's delicious, I regret it if I don't open my mouth."

After coaxing and cheating, he finished the whole bowl and fed it with the last spoon. Mo Ran breathed a sigh of relief and was about to get up to clean up when suddenly a white shadow flashed in front of him. Before he could react, he was slapped hard on his face with a "pop".

"Scammer, get out!"

After Chu Wanning finished speaking this sentence sternly, his head turned and fell asleep again. Mo Ran, who had been slapped for no reason, opened his mouth halfway and covered his cheek with groan for a while. Just as he was about to have an attack, the person in his arms groaned, probably because he had dreamed of something particularly uncomfortable, and his face became increasingly ugly.

Seeing him like this, Mo Ran really had no temper and had no candy on his left and right. Seeing that the Qiankun bag was still on the head of the bed, his heart moved and took a bottle of Taribe fragrance to reveal it. He patted Chu Wanning's cheek, neither light nor heavy, as a revenge.

"Lying alone for a while, I'll go and add some water to give you the sweet fragrance."

“…”

Seeing Chu Wanning quiet, Mo Ran held him and planned to let him lean back on the pillow. Unexpectedly, he heard him breathing in a low and vague manner, and then murmured: "It's... you..."

Mo Ran was stunned: "What?"

Chu Wanning's eyes were closed, and his fan-like eyelashes kept trembling, as if he was suppressing great pain, and the blood faded away bit by bit. He obviously fell into another dream, and another even more terrifying and ferocious dream, he shook his head slightly, and a touch of sadness appeared on his cold face.

"I...is me..."

For a moment, Mo Ran suddenly felt his heartbeat stall, and a strange feeling surged into his chest, as if a secret was right in front of him, just before the last layer of gauze was covered, and he was about to understand it immediately. He couldn't help but stare at Chu Wanning and whispered: "What are you?"

"It's me...Baby...You..."

In a moment, my spiritual consciousness was in a daze. I wonder if the candlelight was too dim. I was wrong. Mo Ran saw that there seemed to be a flash of water in Chu Wanning's deep eyelashes.

It's me who misses you.

These four words come out of your mouth, as light as mist, and as shocked as thunder when you enter his ears.

Mo Ran suddenly bounced up from the edge of the bed, and his whole body froze instantly! His pupils contracted, staring at the handsome face of the person on the couch in disbelief. His expression changed instantly. He was as shocked as thousands of horses and troops rushing past, his hands pinched into fists, and his blood seemed to boil into fire overnight, and then condensed into mysterious ice overnight.

"What did you say?...you..."

After a while of shock, Mo Ran suddenly pinched Chu Wanning's throat, his eyes turned violent, and his childishness and innocence after his rebirth disappeared, "Chu Wanning, what did you say just now?"

"Say it again! Say it again!!"

I am the one who misses you, and I will not blame you for your life and death.

This is a curse that he will never forget in his life, and it is a nightmare that has tormented him for two lives.

How many times he closed his eyes, and the four words with sighs were heard in his ears, but the person who spoke was no longer in the world.

But this sentence was clearly stated by Chu Wanning in his previous life until he died. Why do he now do it - why do he do it -

Could it be that Chu Wanning was also reborn?!

The author has something to say: I updated it early today, because I found that I accidentally wrote a branch bug when I was saving the manuscript. It was too difficult to modify the post text, so I had to edit the previous text later. I don’t usually have the habit of editing the text at non-update time, and I am afraid that the update will disturb everyone, so I might as well update the 23333 earlier. The modified content is not important, it is just a small detail. Everyone doesn’t have to look back and read it, it will not affect reading, Momoza~

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