"Aran..."

Mo Ran said laughing and crying: "Although they are very similar in many places, they... but they are always different. Why is it that good person like Junior Brother Xia?

"What do you mean."

Xue Meng interrupted Mo Ran's words quickly, and his sharp eyes stared at the other party's face.

"Junior Brother Xia is such a good person? Why? Isn't such a good person a master?"

Mo Ran said: "Of course I am not saying that Master is not good. But Junior Brother Xia has always treated me sincerely, and I have already seen him as my brother. You suddenly told me that he is Master. How can you accept it if you let me..."

Xue Meng said angrily: "Junior Brother Xia is sincere, will Master be fake?"

Hearing the scent of storms in his voice, Shi Mei hurriedly pulled his sleeves.

"Young Master, think about what my uncle told me! Aran just woke up, and he still..."

Xue Meng suddenly shook Shi Mei's hand, and her brown eyes were still staring at Mo Ran's face. The blue veins on her neck even moved slightly because of anger, like a hissing letter, ready to gnaw the prey at any time and quench the poisonous snake.

"Mo Weiyu, you made it clear to me today. Why can't Master be Xia Si Ni? Why is he not worthy of sincerity? Well? Tell me, why is he fake in your heart?!"

Mo Ran was a little annoyed by his storm. It was not the first time he saw Xue Mengtian's angry and resentful look. He became the Emperor of Immortal in his previous life. Later, every time he saw Xue Meng, he always had such a temper that he had choked on medicine.

He couldn't help but feel a little annoyed, frowned and said, "What do you care about me and him, what do you do with so much?"

"What's wrong with him?" Xue Meng said, "Do you have him in your heart?"

Mo Ran laughed angrily: "You are sick, Xue Ziming, why are you crazy when you are idle? After leaving Shi Mei, we go to Danxin Palace to ask my uncle and Master for clarity." As he said that, he pulled Shi Mei and passed by Xue Meng, and wanted to go out.

Xue Meng stood there for a while, as if trying his best to suppress something, but when Mo Ran went out, he still couldn't help it and turned around and roared: "Mo Weiyu, do you have his master in your heart?!"

“…”

Mo Ran was upset for no reason by his roar. He stopped and his originally bright eyebrows gradually became deep.

Shi Mei pinched his palm and whispered uneasyly: "Don't pay attention to him, he has a bad temper these days. Let's go."

"……Um."

But before his hand touched the warm curtain, Xue Meng's voice sounded, suffocating, hot and hot, as if it was coming out of the flames.

"Mo Weiyu, you are really not a fucking thing."

With a "sand", the curtain fell.

Mo Ran closed his eyes and then opened them.

"Aran..."

Shi Mei wanted to hold him, but he gently blocked him.

He turned his face and turned around. The two young men were at their average age, but their body was much taller than Mo Ran. The man's sinister and cold look was really terrifying.

Mo Ran suddenly laughed, but his dark eyes were heavy and there was no smile.

He said: "A good one is not something."

"Xue Ziming, I never underestimated my master on weekdays, and I never stood by when the sky was split. The Hell of the Infinite Hell was broken, and he could not repair it alone. I asked you to help him. I asked you, as his disciple, what did I do wrong?"

“…”

"I have a huge gap in strength between me and him. I can't support the repair of the barrier. I fell from the Panlong Pillar, but he didn't even look at me and let me ignore it. I'll ask you again, wouldn't you feel sad if you were you?"

"Mo Ran..."

After two lifetimes of heart knots, Mo Ran’s handsome facial features were inevitably twisted a little. He paused, "I think I have done my best and righteousness and have no shame with him. I don’t know what face you have to stand in front of me and say I am not a thing... Xue Meng, do you think I have never cared about him? You are wrong, I care about it."

"But this man is made of stone." Mo Ran whispered, every word was like a machete in his heart, bleeding profusely, "Xue Meng. Listen to me, no matter how good the Taoist priest he is in the eyes of the world, how powerful the master he is, or how powerful the master he is, and the Immortal Lord of the Beidou in the Night Ye Yuheng, these are not important."

"The important thing is that when the sky is broken, I can't save my life. I begged him to turn around, but he didn't even give it to me even if he saw it."

It was obviously so cold and so angry.

But when he said it, he could be considered calm, but his eyes were somewhat red.

"Also, Xue Meng, I can tell you. No matter who fell from the Panlong Pillar at that time, even if it was not me, you, or Shi Mei, he would not save you."

Because I've seen it with my own eyes.

In the snow, he turned around and left his apprentice's corpse cold.

"Nothing is more precious than his reputation as the Beidou Immortal Lord." Mo Ran sneered. I don't know if the light is dim, but his smile is a little desolate.

"The one who has a big life survives, the one who has a small life dies."

The last word has not been received yet, and suddenly the light and shadows in front of me are shaking, and the strong wind is coming.

The room was narrow. Although Mo Ran had already noticed it, because Shi Mei was behind him, he might hurt the innocent when he dodged it at this time, so he stood there and blocked his attack.

Xue Meng rushed over like a cheetah, suddenly gathering Mo Ran's clothes. With a crisp sound, Xue Meng had already slapped him hard on the face.

Mo Ran was beaten in vain and was also furious. He strangled the rising young man with his backhand and bit his teeth: "Xue Ziming! What are you doing?!"

Xue Meng did not answer, but said angrily: "Mo Weiyu, you beast!"

He was unreasonable and didn't know what medicine he had taken wrong. He had no sense at all. He fought with Mo Ran in this empty hut, like two trapped beasts, wishing to tear each other's fur and chew the bones and blood into his stomach. A lonely lamp swayed amidst the silhouette of their fur, scattering their rage on the stone wall, like a shadow puppet of eating raw meat and drinking blood, like an evil ghost totem.

Suddenly, Mo Ran heard Xue Meng's sob.

It wasn't too loud, he felt that he had heard it wrong.

But as soon as he finished thinking this, a few tears fell on the back of his hand.

Xue Meng suddenly let go of Mo Ran, pushed him back suddenly, and hugged him and curled up on the ground, unable to cry loudly on his own.

Mo Ran's cheeks were still red and swollen, but he was stunned by his prank. He thought he hadn't used a killing move, so he wouldn't have caused him so much pain. Besides, my cousin hit him first, why did he suddenly...

Before he could finish his thoughts, he heard Xue Meng crying and roaring.

"How can you say he doesn't save you! How can you say he doesn't save you!"

Tears rolled down, and it was hard to stop.

On the other hand, Shi Mei saw that Xue Meng could not hide the matter for the time being, so he sighed and finally lowered his eyes and said nothing.

Xue Meng choked and said, "You said that, how sad it would be to hear it underground..."

This sentence came out too suddenly, and Mo Ran didn't react for a moment and just said, "What?"

Xue Meng just cried bitterly, his poisonous fangs quenched into Mo Ran's neck, but also stabbed himself.

He cried so sadly, and Ai Ai was broken. He couldn't help but wipe his face and his eyes, and his eyes were sometimes fierce and sometimes sad.

He squatted on the ground and couldn't get up.

The face was buried in the arms for a long time.

Mo Ran gradually felt a numbness surged upwards, and gradually became cold all over his body.

He felt his lips moving and heard himself asking.

"Xue Meng, what did you say..."

Xue Meng cried for a long time, or maybe it wasn't that long, but Mo Ran felt that he had been waiting for that thunderous answer for too long.

"Master..." Xue Meng finally choked, "He is gone."

Mo Ran was speechless for a moment, his whole body was chilling, and he only listened in a daze, as if he didn't understand what he meant.

Not here anymore?

What's gone?

Where are you going if you are gone?

Who is gone...who is gone!!

Who is gone!!!

Xue Meng slowly raised his head, with hatred, mockery, and the deepest aversion in his eyes.

"Do you know why he didn't look back then?"

“…”

"My father said that after repairing the sky, his spiritual power has been exhausted. Do you think the evil spirit in the ghost world is only hitting you? Observing the barrier is twins! How much damage you have suffered, he has also suffered the same! But he has held on and doesn't tell anyone."

Mo Ran felt a "buzzing" sound in his mind.

Could it be that he did not save Master Mei in his previous life? It was...

Mo Ran didn't dare to think about it anymore, and his fingertips were shaking slightly.

"Impossible... He is obviously so calm..."

"When will he be in a state of ease?" Xue Meng said, his eyes red and tears fell again. "After he came down, he had already lost strength. After he cast a defensive spell for you, he left you and didn't look at you. What do you think is the reason?"

Xue Meng's words cry blood.

"Master knows that he can't hold on for too long. His spiritual energy is very high. Once the flaws are revealed, it will attract many evil ghosts...Mo Ran, Mo Ran... Do you think he leaves and don't want you..."

Mo Ran: "..."

"He left to avoid placing you! Mo Weiyu! He is afraid of dragging you down!"
To be continued...