Chapter 115: The Master is Married

"Go, go, go." Mo Ran responded, but suddenly thought of something and looked worried, "Master, I've killed so many Yin soldiers, I'm afraid the ghost world will be finished with us."

"No matter." Chu Wanning said, "The move just now did not scatter the souls of the opponents. They're just shattered souls that will come back together in a few days."

When Mo Ran looked closer, he saw a little bit of soul light floating around in the charred embers, like fireflies. Before he could see more, Chu Wanning had already pulled him away and said, "Run."

Behind the broken wall was an even more furious group of soldiers rushing around, as Chu Wanning and Mo Ran sprinted along the tiled roof, Mo Ran asking as they ran, "Master, since they won't die, they can't offend the ghost world, so why don't you let me pour more spiritual energy into them to repel them all?"

Chu Wanning said coldly, "Try that move again."

Mo Ran did not know why he said that, but he tried it anyway. This time, it was only a small cluster of smoke and fire, and the ghost seemed to be very tired.

"The more spiritual energy that is poured into the body, the longer it takes to recuperate." Chu Wanning said, "Too much is not enough. Remember that."

"Remember."

After a pause, Mo Ran added.

"Master. I suddenly remembered something, and guess what came to my mind"

"What."

"I think of how you taught me to use the cane whip in the Peach Blossom Yard vision. You were very short back then." Mo Ran grinned and gestured with his hand, "Not even my waist."

Chu Wanning tripped precipitously at the words.

"Watch out."

"Fuck off." If he were alive, Chu Wanning's ears would be red with annoyance, "That's all you've got, you're taller than Xia Sini, not taller than me."

Mo Ran smiles, he doesn't compare himself to him, now that he has pulled himself up and is no longer as tall as his mentor who was clearly not as tall as Butterfly Town, but he is just on an equal footing.

He glanced at his master and made a secret note, thinking that in a few years, when his body was completely developed, he would have to compare Chu Wanning with him again.

On one side, the Fairy Tramper emperor is playing his little game, while on the other, Yu Heng has mixed feelings.

Although he had most likely guessed that Mo Ran knew that he was Xia Sini, hearing him say it in person was a huge loss of face.

After all, he did call Mo Ran "Brother" with his head tilted up in a brittle manner.

The more he thought about it, the more embarrassed and angry he became, and Chu Wanning ran even faster, leaving Mo Ran behind.

Mo Ran knew what he was thinking, and did not rush after him, leaving only half a step behind him. As they ran against the howling night wind, they looked at the man close at hand, his red clothes belying the blood, like a fallen maple and a flowing haze, the gold butterflies on his robe embroidered in vivid colours, the hem of his robe becoming more and more luminous.

A bitter and sweet insatiable feeling rose steeply in his heart.

At this moment he was grateful that he could still see Chu Wanning and be taught by him as he had been in the past.

In a few years, if it goes well, he will still be able to lower his head by half, smiling and angry Chu Wanning: "The apprentice compares his height with the master, the apprentice stands obediently, the master can pad his feet."

His heart was warm and hot, and he just thought, "God has really treated him well.

Not everyone who makes a mistake has a chance to start over, and not everyone who suffers a wound can be tolerated and forgiven.

His master was a cold-faced, warm-hearted man, and it had taken him so long to learn that.

After two more groups of pursuers, the main entrance to the palace was within sight.

Looking back, the soldiers were too far behind to catch up with them. Mo Ran breathed a small sigh of relief, but before he could let go of that sigh, he heard a sudden thunderclap in front of him.

In the midst of the thunder and fire, a huge shoulder-truck appears, beneath which eight brave men with tangled muscles kneel, carrying it steadily. A slightly chubby man, wrapped in white animal fur, with long hair and a languid demeanour, lies on it, with a beautiful woman on his left and right, one pounding his shoulders and the other feeding him cherry fruit.

The man with the big belly was a soul, but had already cultivated a physical body, so the fruit was actually eaten like a living person, not just passing through for a taste.

The man licked his lips, pinched the beauty's chin and gave her a cloying kiss before lifting his eyes and giving Chu Wanning and Mo Ran a nonchalant look and a snort.

"This is really not good. The treasure that this king has fallen in love with has been snatched by someone who is unwise."

He said, languidly.

"Little Your Mightiness, who gave you the nerve"

Chu Wanning was blue in the face and looked extremely uncomfortable.

He was actually called "baby" by such a greasy lecher in front of Mo Ran. If he still had his magic power, I'm afraid Heavenly Man would have strangled the bastard into pieces.

Mo Ran did not look well either, but knew that he was not strong enough to fight the Ghost King while protecting Chu Wanning, so he could only talk.

He stepped forward and cupped his fist, "Your Majesty, I am sorry for destroying so many rooms of your palace house, but this man, I am going to take away."

"Oh, you can just take him away," laughed the Four Ghost Kings, "Look at what he is wearing. In other words, it is the auspicious clothes of our ghost world. If he wears my auspicious clothes, he is my ghost, and he can't step through the door of the palace.

After a pause, he added, "If you forcefully take him out, you will only have your soul crushed by the spiritual power on this joyful robe at the entrance of the palace, so think carefully."

It was then that Mo Ran realised why Rongjiu had said that everyone was tied up in the main hall, but Chu Wanning was not. It turned out that this red coat he was wearing

Squeezing his fingers into a fist, Mo Ran said, "If I want to take him away, naturally I cannot let the king suffer. Whatever the king wants, I will do my best to give it to him."

"The king only wants beauty. And lately, I'm tired of eating gentle and obedient ones, so I prefer the kind next to you, cold and uncaring, that's the taste."

""

Seeing the colours of Mo Ran and Chu Wanning, the Four Demon Kings found it amusing and sat up slowly, saying, "But to be honest, in all the years I have been in hell, this is the first time I have seen someone barging into my palace and spilling the beans. Can I ask you, who are you?"

Mo Ran said, "He is my mentor."

"It's just the Master." The Ghost King spread his hands and laughed, "I thought it was some kind of dying relationship."

Mo Ran said, "He doesn't like you, so what's the point of forcing him to stay."

The Ghost King waved his hand lazily, "Childish, it doesn't matter if you like it or not. What I like is his flesh, not his heart."

""

"And furthermore." The ghost king smiled and said, "If he doesn't like me, does he like you? If he were your married man, I really wouldn't be interested. Although I love beauty, I really don't love the one who drinks from the cup of wine. It is a pity that he is only your master."

At these words, Mo Ran was stunned and then suddenly laughed.

"The King said he meant it."

"This king is the Lord of the fourth level of hell, what is the point of lying to you, a brat."

"Then I ask one more question, if the Master has an early promise of marriage, and then wears this auspicious dress of the King, will it still be effective"

"Naturally it's useless, this king never likes to play around with people's wives." The Four Ghost Kings frowned, "But why are you asking this? Your master has become a family"

Chu Wanning, with his face in his hands, said, "It didn't work out."

Mo Ran, shamelessly, said, "It's done."

Four Ghost Kings: ""

Before Chu Wanning could say any more, Mo Ran suddenly tugged him by the hand and pulled him towards the main entrance. As he walked, he turned back to the Four Demon Kings and said, "Your Majesty, don't pay any attention to him, my master has a bad memory. Look, you just said that if he gets married, this auspicious dress will not be effective. Let's not rub our noses in it, I will take him out myself, and if we get out successfully, I will ask Your Majesty to let us live, and if I lie, then I will not complain about life or death."

Chu Wanning said, "Mo Ran, you're crazy. At Butterfly Town, it was just an act, it didn't count."

"How can it not count." Mo Ran was resolute and sure of himself, "I've drunk wine, I've kowtowed, I've got a high church above and a low earth below, so how come it doesn't count."

" Mo Ran "

The Ghost King, who had been in hell for a hundred years and a thousand years, was really bored, and when he suddenly saw such an argument, he found it very amusing. He patted the beautiful woman's thigh next to him and asked her to feed him another dried fruit, saying as he chewed, "Yes, you can go. If you get out without any problems, I won't stop you. If you die, you'll be asking for it."

Mo Ran said, "Thanks a lot."

The main entrance of the palace is covered with a layer of boundaries that shine with a faint purple light. It was clearly meant to trap the spirits. The closer Chu Wanning got to the boundary, the more reluctant he became. How could such a half-hearted marriage be possible?

But Mo Ran came close to him at that moment and whispered to him, "Don't worry, Master, the marriage contract between you and me will work."

"How does it work?"

"You listen to me for once. This is something that I know in my heart." He said, clasping Chu Wanning's fingers with his backhand, a fine sweat on his palm.

"In the unlikely event of any misfortune, I will accompany the Master."

Chu Wanning shuddered, her eyes widened and she looked at him in astonishment, as if she had never seen him before.

Mo Ran smiled at him, her pear swirls melting: "I owe my master a lot, and this time, I won't leave him alone."

"" Chu Wanning was silent for a long time and whispered, "Why bother."

"And what of the Master."

Chu Wanning lowered his eyelashes, then sighed softly and finally stopped pushing. The two of them stood hand in hand at the entrance to the purple-current scurrying boundary, with the spirits and demons sitting idly behind them watching the action.

"Go?"

"Go."

I don't know who clasped whose hand first, so hard, cold overlapping hot, sweaty wrapped in dry, pale against wheat.

The fires of heaven are rushing and the thunder and lightning are hissing.

The boundary seemed like a huge torrent and waterfall, they stepped in almost simultaneously, lightning and fire swooped down, swallowing the mountains and breaking like a bamboo, as if they were going to tear apart these two people who dared to step out of the Gate of Life and Death in the next second, splitting them into pieces and burning them to ashes.

That thunder fire exploded with a searing glare, so dazzling that it almost turned white.

Mo Ran's heart has always been to respect and love his teacher from now on, not to disobey him, and not to have thoughts of defiling him.

But in this moment of uncertainty, he jerked his head and suddenly wanted to see Chu Wanning's face again.

But then, in the turbulent rain formed by the boundary, Chu Wanning was also looking at him.

Those phoenix eyes were once stern, resolute, deplorable, hateful, stoic, but now they seem to have the serenity of a moment when everything is about to go out.

Also, I don't know if it was just him.

And deep love.

Mo Ran had never seen such eyes as Chu Wanning's. His head buzzed and he felt the battlements crumbling, and suddenly a passionate love burst through the solid grey and black rock in his chest. He didn't even have time to think about what kind of feeling it was, only that his heart was hot and his blood was boiling.

In a flash of thunder and lightning, he reached out without thinking and held Chu Wanning tightly in his arms.

A wild heartbeat crashes into a trembling soul.

Chest hitting chest.

Before he went down to the ghost world, he did not think that he would die with Chu Wanning.

But when death does fall.

He then, without thinking much about it, took him in his arms, as if he wanted to rub the other man's flesh and blood into his own and hide his soul into his own.

Chu Wanning.

I'll stay with you.

I

"Oops, didn't think it was really a pair of bitter lovebirds." A teasing voice suddenly sounded in my ears, "The King has caught the wrong ghost, Your Mightiness, and it's actually a married soul who has paid his respects."

Mo Ran's eyes opened abruptly.

The lightning that was supposed to tear them apart had somehow turned into thousands of dandelions, dancing and flying around them, drifting back into the snow.

The Four Ghost Kings stood up with a smile and took up their positions not far from the palace gates, clapping their hands slowly and deliberately, "After centuries of boredom, I've watched a good show today."

Chu Wanning :""

Mo Ran had not yet returned to his senses, his head was still dizzy, he looked at the Four Demon Kings and then twisted his head to look at the person in his arms. Suddenly he realised that it was unbecoming of him to hold his master like this, so he withdrew his arms in haste. Chu Wanning also came out of his trance and turned his face sideways, not knowing what to make of it.

After a moment, he straightened his coat and stood by without a word.

To break the awkwardness, Mo Ran looked up and asked the Four Demon Kings, "How is it? You haven't swindled the King, have you?"

"Not ever, not ever."

The Four Ghost Kings shook their heads with a wry smile.

"Day after day, how long has it been since I've seen this kind of hilarity. Well, just for letting me see a good show, go on your own. There are so many of you, Ben Wang Beauty, and there is no shortage of souls who are already married."

Mo Ran was immediately enlightened and thought, "This Fourth King is much more honest than the Ninth King Chu Xun once met. He may be a lecherous devil, but at least he does what he says and acts like a king.

With this in mind, he pulled Chu Wanning along and started to leave.

At that moment, the clouds cleared and the moonlight shone on Mo Ran, casting a thick, dark shadow without moving.

The Fourth King did not react at first, still smiling, pleased with himself for having watched a rare hilarious scene, he turned and gestured to the beauty next to him to feed him another grape.

The beauty's fingertips peeled away the skin of the purple fruit and brought the sweet and crystalline flesh to the lips of the Fourth King, who was about to open his mouth when he suddenly realized something was wrong and turned around and said sternly, "Stop!"

His eyes were fixed on the shadows of the ground, his gaze lifted inch by inch and finally landed on Mo Ran's face.

"Look, what's that on the floor?"

Mo Ran looked down and realised with a start that there was still a blurred shadow at her feet

The Fourth King's playful, greedy look was swept away as he narrowed his narrow eyes, which shone with the sheen of a vulture before it swoops in to feed.

"How can you go to hell when you are a living flesh and blood?"