Chapter 12: I kissed the wrong person

After walking for a long time within the illusionary territory, it was all but impossible to find the way.

On the contrary, the smell of the powdered butterfly scent in the air is getting stronger and stronger, a smell that when smelled for a long time can catalyse emotions, expand the senses and make people do many unthinkable things.

Gradually Mo Ran began to feel restless and her stomach felt like a small fire had been lit, slowly heating up her blood.

A spring, he needs to find a spring, where is that spring

He knew that there was a living spring in this illusion. In his last life he walked to the spring, his palate was already dry and dizzy, so he had no choice but to drink several mouthfuls with his hands, thinking that death by poison was better than death by thirst.

After drinking from the spring, he became increasingly unconscious, and in his daze Shi Mei came to him, practising the art of healing, and immediately relieved him of the poison.

The thundering former emperor of the human world, eager to relive his dream of love, skulked around the illusionary realm for half a day and finally heard the sound of a tinkling spring, and he was so delighted that he rushed over to it and drank from it immediately.

Sure enough, the restlessness brought on by the scent became more and more vivid with the stimulation of the spring, and he uncontrollably tried to dive deeper into the spring, unaware that he had already buried half of his body.

Just as Mo Ran's consciousness was about to blur, as it had in his previous life, a hand yanked him violently to his feet, splashing water in a flash, air rushing into his nostrils, Mo Ran gasped and opened his watery eyelashes to see the figure in front of him.

The figure faded from blur to clarity, accompanied by a voice that could almost be described as irritated.

"How dare you drink all the water here, do you want to die?"

Mo Ran shrugged off the droplets of water in canine fashion and sighed in relief as she saw who was coming: " Shi Mei "

"Stop talking and give me the medicine."

A dark purple pill was brought to his lips and Mo Ran opened his mouth and dutifully took it, his eyes still fixed on Shi Mei's stunning face.

Suddenly, just as in his previous life, the anxiety of being expanded inside him was too much to resist, not to mention that Mo Ran was no modest man in the first place, so he snapped Shi Mei's wrist and quickly kissed him on the lips before he could react.

In a flash, sparks flew and the mind went blank.

He was a flirt with a bunch of rotten tents, but the intensity of the bed didn't require the touch of lips or extra warmth, so there was a lot of lingering, and very little kissing with people.

Shi Mei was not expecting this attack and froze in place. It was only after a while that he finally reacted and started to struggle against it.

"What are you doing?" the words were only half spoken when his face was roughly wrenched back over his lips, and Mo Ran kissed more intensely than in his previous life, and they rolled in a ball at the spring, Mo Ran kissing his moist, cool lips, as stunningly tactile as he remembered.

"Don't move," he said, his raspy voice startling himself.

Over.

How does this spring feel more potent than in my previous life?

In his previous life, he didn't have time to linger with Shi Mei for that long, and within a few kisses, the then young Mo Ran was condemned by his conscience to let go of his hand, and Shi Mei got up and fled in the water.

But because he had been so evil and shameless in his own life, instead of being condemned by his conscience, he was driven by his instinctive desire to press people directly to the shore and kiss them intimately.

Shi Mei was struggling and shouting, but he was so evil that he could not hear what he was shouting, and all he could see was that gorgeous face.

A fire rises up, Mo Ran obeys his heart and his heart beats like a drum.

In the confusion he had tugged at Shi Mei's elaborate outer robe and whispered, "Be good so we can all be comfortable."

" Mo Weiyu "

"Gee gee gee, why are you so angry that you're calling me out like that to look rusty." Mo Ran laughed, but her hands were not idle.

Mo Ran, a sixteen-year-old hooligan is no match for a thirty-two-year-old hooligan now.

This man's cheek is growing with each passing day

Shi Mei finally relented and exploded.

" Mo Weiyu you want to die"

Mo Ran was caught off guard and was knocked over onto the rocks by the spring, nearly spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Grabbing his dishevelled lapels, Shi Mei rose to his feet in a frenzy of anger, a frantic stream of golden spirits flowing through his palms, sparks splattering and snapping, reflecting a red glow of rage in his eyes.

Mo Ran was dizzy and had a vague feeling that something was wrong.

"Heavenly question, summon."

With a furious cry, a golden willow vine leapt out of Shi Mei's palm, and the whole willow vine was blindingly bright, occasionally raising a blaze, bursting into a golden light and sending willow leaves flying.

Mo Ran is stunned.

When did Shi Mei summon the Heavenly Question?

But before the thought could even linger in his mind, the air was ripped out of his head and he was smacked in the face with a willow vine that was so hard that the rogue Fairy Tramper was beaten and bloodied and split open. "Well done, well done, well done, well done, well done, well done, well done, well done, well done, well done.

Mo Ran finally came to his senses during this blistering, gapless, tyrannical thrashing.

Shi Mei is so gentle, how could she hit someone like that?

Who else but Chu Wanning could be so skilled at smoking a willow vine?

Chu Wanning's hand went limp before he stopped to take a breath, rubbed his wrist and was about to raise the vine for another hit when Mo Ran suddenly leaned back against the rocks and coughed up a large mouthful of blood.

"Stop fighting, you'll die if you keep fighting."

Mo Ran coughed up several mouthfuls of blood in a row, and his heart felt miserable. This was definitely one of the most colourful entries in his tale of bad luck.

Who knew it would be Chu Wanning?

And for some reason, Chu Wanning has the same face and voice as Shi Mei!

He wiped the flecks of blood from the corner of his mouth, gasped and looked up.

Maybe it was the beating he received from the gods, or maybe it was the effect of the medicine Chu Wanning had just slipped him, but when he looked up this time, the person in front of him was no longer Shi Mei.

Chu Wanning stood grimly and menacingly under the tree, his hair raging and his eyes blazing with anger, staring at Mo Ran.

His fierce and stern appearance was truly terrifying.

However

Mo Ran glared at him for a few seconds.

Found myself shamefully responsive.

Chu Wanning's traditionally meticulous and ascetic white robe is now a mess, kept from sliding down his shoulders by the tight grip of his long, white hands. His lips were red and slightly swollen from the kiss, and the side of his neck was covered with scattered hickeys. The look on his face was vicious, but it was all the more exciting.

In a previous life, those memories of Chu Wanning, those memories of madness, bloodshed, hatred, wantonness, conquest, pleasure, piled on top of each other.

All those memories that Mo Ran didn't bother to think about, and hadn't intended to think about, became instantly touching and difficult to hide in the air that was filled with the scent of blood and hundred butterfly flowers.

A tidal wave came roaring to the surface.

To die, he still can't look at Chu Wanning like this.

Even if he hates him, if he hates him so much that he wants to chop him up and wrap him in a ravioli skin and cook him, Mo Ran still has to admit it.

In a previous life, some of the most exciting clouds and rain, some of the most bloodcurdling, scalp-tingling tastes I've had, were obtained from Chu Wanning.

It's one thing to hate him.

But for a man, especially a particularly shameless and animalistic man like Mo Ran, his own instinctive reaction is another matter.

Chu Wanning took a breather, seemingly genuinely angry, and his hands were shaking as he squeezed the sky question.

"Sober."

Mo Ran swallowed a mouthful of blood froth that had risen to the surface, "Yes, Master."

Chu Wanning didn't seem to have had enough, but he knew that the ghosts of the illusion were not to blame for Mo Ran's death and hesitated for a while before finally putting the willow vine back.

"Today's events"

Before he could finish his sentence, Mo Ran said, "God knows what happened today, you and I know it, I will never tell anyone.

Chu Wanning was silent for a moment, then sneered, "I've heard that bet a hundred times, and not once has it been true."

"It's definitely true this time", but the idea of banging Chu Wanning is no more a matter for Mo Ran than a taste for stinky tofu.

Just find yourself a corner where no one is around to nibble on the stinky tofu so you don't smother others. The same goes for trying to get into bed with Chu Wanning.

Mo Ran has always hated Chu Wanning, so how could he tell anyone that he hates her while secretly wanting to fuck her?

And all that crap with Chu Wanning in his past life, which he really doesn't want to talk about at all, give him a break.

"This illusion is so disorienting that anyone you meet in it will turn out to be what your mind most wants to see."

Chu Wanning said as he walked alongside Mo Ran.

"One has to concentrate on the mind in order not to be confused by the illusion."

"Oh."

Well, wait a minute.

Mo Ran suddenly had a jolt and thought of something.

If that's the case, then the Shi Mei you saw in your last life in the vision may not necessarily be Shi Mei, but it may still be Shi Mei.

He glanced at Chu Wanning, who was walking next to him, and couldn't help but shudder.

Impossible

If it was Chu Wanning in a previous life, a smack or at least a slap would have been inevitable.

Definitely not Chu Wanning, definitely not him.

As he was screaming in his mind, Chu Wanning suddenly stopped and pulled Mo Ran behind him, "Silence."

"What's wrong?"

"There's movement up ahead."

Things are now completely different from what they were in the previous life, so Mo Ran didn't know what was going to happen next, and as soon as she heard Chu Wanning say that, she immediately asked, "Could it be Shi Mei?"

Chu Wanning frowned, "You must not go ahead and imagine who the person you see is in this illusionary realm; if you can't help thinking about it, what you see in a moment will take on the appearance of that person. Dismiss distracting thoughts."

"" Mo Ran tried for a while and found it impossible to do.

Chu Wanning gave him a look and a dagger made of spiritual energy appeared in his hand, stabbing Mo Ran in the arm.

"Ah."

"Don't scream." Chu Wanning, anticipating this, nudged his other hand directly at Mo Ran's lips, his fingertips glowing with golden light, and Mo Ran could not make a sound.

""Nonsense, just stab yourself and see if it hurts

Mo Ran nodded pitifully with tears in her eyes.

"It hurts just fine, don't think about anything else but this pain, stay behind me and let's go over there."

Mo Ran cursed Chu Wanning as he followed him quietly along the winding path, but the closer he got to the place, the more he could hear the numerous human voices, which seemed particularly treacherous in this empty and silent place.

Rounding a high wall that stretched for miles, the two finally arrived at the place where the sound had come from

It was a building draped in red and green, with brilliant lights and red veils swaying. The large courtyard was bustling with more than a hundred tables of wine and meat, fresh vegetables and everything else, and the guests were drinking and mingling.

The door was wide open and a large, bright red "Xi" character stood out in the hall, which appeared to be hosting a lively wedding banquet.

"Master," Mo Ran whispered, "look at all these people who are drinking the wedding wine and they don't have faces."