Chapter 114: Master, Promise Me

Thump. Thump. Thump.

The heartbeat is both heavy and slow.

Chu Wanning blinked along with him, surprise and joy, embarrassment and shame flashing through his eyes. Elder Yu Heng was true to his name, he had been so cool and calm for ten years, he was more relaxed than anyone else when it came to saving face, and he quickly overstressed his emotions, as if he had not been the one to rebuke Mo Ran for his disappointment.

"If you are not dead, what are you doing down here."

Chu Wanning regretted asking this question.

The way Mo Ran looks, he's here to save him. But if Mo Ran had said that to himself, Chu Wanning thought he would have lost his heart rate and been in a state of confusion.

In his nervousness, he had forgotten that he was dead, so where could he have a heart.

But Mo Ran stared straight at him, but did not speak in this way.

He probably knew that if he said "I came for you", he would make Chu Wanning feel awkward and confused.

So he pondered slightly and finally pursed his lips, instead lowering his eyelashes and asking gently, "Master guess what I came down to do"

"You came down here looking for discomfort."

"When did the Master change his name to Uncomfortable?" Mo Ran laughed, "without telling me."

Chu Wanning was struck by his unprecedented gentleness, and quickly withdrew her hand again, furious and ashamed: "Nonsense, how dare you!"

Mo Ran has finally discovered a secret.

He found Chu Wanning's anger to be a mask for him. The man is so twisted that he prefers to put this mask of oil paint over his face, hiding all the waves of tenderness, joy, cheerfulness, shyness, sadness.

So silly.

Chu Wanning is silly. He's been wearing a mask all his life and he's not tired of it.

I myself was foolish enough to live two lives from the beginning before I realized it.

But having spoken in this way, the atmosphere was always less gloomy than it had been earlier. Chu Wanning All four souls have been found, and rebirth is again in sight.

Mo Ran was in a good mood, so he took Chu Wanning by the hand again and rambled on about why he had come to hell and about Master Huai Zui, and when he got to something, he couldn't help but stop, and only when the lump in his throat subsided did he continue with his eyes red. The three words that appeared most frequently in his explanation were "I'm sorry".

Chu Wanning really doesn't know what to say.

He treats people well, not that he wants to take that goodness in exchange for anything, and is afraid that others will take his goodness and be jittery from then on.

In fact, he was afraid that he would offer up his steaming heart and lungs, only to have them set aside lightly and left to cool.

So although he was open and honest, he hid only in the section on being kind to others.

He has worn a mask all his life.

But then one day, the person he liked reached out and straightaway removed the anger that had coloured his face so intensely, as if removing his crab shell.

He stood in a daze, suddenly at a loss as to what to do.

In the middle of the moment, Mo Ran had knelt down in front of him, one hand still holding his, as if she was afraid he would disappear.

Chu Wanning had a moment of absurd and shameful thought.

His pupil had always been bold and unconventional, and when he was suddenly held in Mo Ran's hand and treated in this way, it seemed to him that he was trying to do something.

""He was a little appalled by the thought of himself, and his face grew more and more grim, not knowing what expression to put on it, so he had to be his customary high-spirited self.

But Mo Ran didn't do anything, he just held him, like a lost and found treasure.

That was the person he had abandoned like a stone in his previous life.

"Master."

After all the hatred had been let go, he knelt before him with sincerity, respect, even blazing fervour.

"I was wrong in the past, from now on I will go east when you say so, and I will go west when you say so, I just want you to be good." Although Mo Ran was still smiling, his eyes were a little moist, "Come back with me. Okay?"

Chu Wanning didn't say anything, his face as light as water, his heart aflame.

"Master."

The youth's voice was soft, soft, with some teenage afterglow.

Mo Ran When you hate someone, it's real hate.

But to treat someone well is to give them your heart and soul.

He has never been paranoid and has always been extreme.

"Come back with me, promise me, okay?"

Chu Wanning remained silent, only looking down at him, wondering what he was thinking.

Mo Ran was afraid that he would be upset, so although his heart was sad, he still wore a smile on his face and did his best not to embarrass himself too much and give his master a hard time for nothing. He took his hand and shook it, teasing him and coaxing him, "Nod your head if your master is willing."

""

Mo Ran was afraid he wouldn't nod, so he added, "I'll count to three, okay?"

""

"If the Master doesn't say anything, I'll take that as a yes." Mo Ran said curtly and gently, pausing as he counted slowly.

"One, two, three."

But Chu Wanning is like a person who has been frozen for a long time and when he is suddenly put into warm water, he feels pain instead of warmth.

He used to be a nobody, so he didn't feel bad when he was freezing, but once someone treated him well and wrapped him in warmth, it was as if he finally had the power to hurt, and suddenly every inch of flesh and blood ached and every inch of skin cracked.

Only then did I feel so much pain.

The tips of his fingers, shivering slightly in Mo Ran's gradually sweating palms.

When Mo Ran saw that he did not say anything, he became more and more nervous, fearing that he would be disillusioned and would not want to return to the yang world.

But he didn't dare move for fear that if he did, Chu Wanning would abandon him. Maintaining his smile, he said, "I counted too fast, I don't think you were ready, I'll count again."

"One, two, three."

Chu Wanning :""

Mo Ran's throat was rolling and he was shaking too. He was almost smiling and pleading, "Master, do you hear me"

Chu Wanning's phoenix eyes seemed to finally take on a look of clarity, but they still looked blank, staring fixedly into Mo Ran's face without any indication.

"I'm going to count again slowly, I'm afraid you won't hear me." Mo Ran said, "One, two, three."

""

"I'll count the last time."

"One, two, three."

"It's really the last time."

"One, two, three."

Chu Wanning looked at the man kneeling in front of him, over and over again, counting one, two, three, one, two, three like a fool, as if by doing it all over again, he could turn back the clock, make the dead wood bloom and bring back the old man.

The disciple in front of him, doggedly and vigorously counting, clumsily and stubbornly, seemed to be counting his sins and the goodness with which his master had treated him.

At the end of the count, the voice is trembling and the smile is terrified.

"Master."

Mo Ran tilted his head, his eyes were red, but he had already caused Chu Wanning so much grief, and he did not want to upset his master by crying in front of a conscious Chu Wanning.

So he held back, still smiling, in a consultative and relaxed tone.

"I'll count again, just pay attention to me, okay?"

Chu Wanning was suddenly stabbed to the heart by such a plea.

Almost frightened, he tried to pull his hand out of Mo Ran's fingers.

But this time Mo Ran held on to him and said nothing to let go.

The youth looked at him firmly, slowly, with unblinking eyes, with a dog-like persistence.

He said, "One, two,"

Suddenly outside came the turbulent sound of footsteps, shouting, cursing, Chu Wanning looked up and saw in the distance that the lights were like a sea downstairs and that a vast army of shadowy soldiers had come after them, pouncing straight on their location.

Rongjiu finally caught a chance to rat on her.

"Upstairs upstairs there."

"Catch the little thief."

"What a revolt this is."

The sky was overturned in fear and haste as torches and ghostly images rolled in from afar to devour and obliterate the two of them and send them to hell for the rest of their lives.

Mo Ran did not turn around, and at that moment he held Chu Wanning's hand, suddenly at peace.

Although Chu Wanning was not his lover, it was someone he loved and respected, someone who loved him and treated him well. He looked at him and his heart was steady.

Chu Wanning scolded him, "Are you out of your mind? What are you doing standing there?"

He said, taking Mo Ran's hand in return and pulling him up from the ground, his eyes burning in the drifting light, no different from when he was alive, and Chu Wanning frowned angrily, "Go."

Mo Ran froze for a moment, "We?"

Chu Wanning is exasperated: "Who else could it be?"

Mo Ran, in a daze, closed his eyes with a shudder, opened them again, and then suddenly smiled, a beautiful smile, eyes still tinged with watery mist, like a flower dipped in dew, a flower with a lot of beauty.

Finally, finally relieved, he clasped Chu Wanning's fingers tightly.

Ten fingers intertwined.

He pressed his forehead against Chu Wanning's and whispered, solemnly, "Three."

"Three what three go."

The endless evil spirits were coming after us, and Mo Ran looked back and said, "Master, first open a boundary to block them and then I'll transfer you to the spirit guide lamp."

"No."

"What?" Mo Ran was dumbfounded.

Chu Wanning grimaced, but still a little embarrassed and annoyed, "If I still had my magic powers, would I be trapped in this broken cage"

""

Got it.

What is missing in this soul of Chu Wanning is the "cultivation".

As the chanting of the incantation required to bring the spirit into the lamp did not take long, but in this case it was absolutely impossible, Mo Ran had to run with Chu Wanning.

Fortunately, Chu Wanning had lost his powers but was still strong enough not to hold Mo Ran back. When they reached the entrance to the main hall, Chu Wanning asked, "Do you know the way?"

Mo Ran said, "I don't recognise it."

Chu Wanning :""

Mo Ran was not discouraged and pointed to the towering palace wall: "Go up there to get a better view."

Fortunately, Chu Wanning's lightness was so strong that even without the support of his training, he had no problem flying up the walls. When he stepped onto the tiles, he looked down and saw that the corpses were coming at him with a howl of rage, so he said to Mo Ran, "Call out the ghosts".

Mo Ran did as he was told, and as his palms brushed together, a blinding, bitter scarlet glow came out like a snake spitting its beaks, and the scarlet willow leaves churned as Shenwu willow vine coiled around his feet.

"The aura crosses five miles, enters the Quchi, gathers in Shang Yang and draws down."

Brush

Chu Wanning, as if suddenly thinking of something, added, "Pour less spiritual energy into it."

Mo Ran was stunned at the words, and it was too late to retract his momentum.

The moment it was thrown out, the hissing snake burst into flames, like a flaming dragon, roaring from Mo Ran's palm straight through the tide of corpses. The flaming tongues of fire almost burned up the entire corridor, moving the stars and land with fire and raising the clouds out of the lake. In the blink of an eye, the dozens of soldiers at the front of the corridor were burned to the ground, along with the bricks and grass.

Chu Wanning :""

Mo Ran :""

"I thought I told you to fill it with less spiritual energy." Chu Wanning frowned angrily.

"When you said that I had," suddenly thinking that he couldn't talk back to his master and be respectful, Mo Ran shut up unhappily and said, "The master taught me a lesson."

"It's just that." Chu Wanning flicked his sleeve, "I'm a bit late in saying that too."

Mo Ran was stunned that all he had to do was to take the blame for his own fault if he wanted his master to go soft

He blinked and couldn't help but smile.

Chu Wanning glanced at him, "What are you smiling at, don't go yet"