Chapter 176: Master, Buy Me

Chu Wanning tied his ponytail and went outside to wash the dishes, three of them, and didn't see him come in after a long time.

Mo Ran sits on the bed, a little restless, his fingers digging unconsciously at the seams of the bed, glancing out of the window every now and then.

What to do.

He was thinking.

Tonight, how to sleep

It's a seemingly simple question, but it's actually a deadly one.

Mo Ran is unsure of Chu Wanning's intentions, but he is also in a battle with his own mind and desire.

At that moment, the warm curtain is raised and Chu Wanning returns to the house, carrying the washed bowls with him in the cold outside. He glanced at Mo Ran sitting on the edge of the bed, the candlelight crackling, his gaze seemingly subtle, but the next moment the curtain dropped and Mo Ran had no more time to look away, his back turned to him and he was sitting at the table.

"The Master is still awake."

As soon as the words were out of my mouth, I felt that they were out of place. It sounded like a man who was desperate to invite his lover to bed.

Chu Wanning didn't turn around and said faintly, "I have some things to do. You sleepy first."

"I'm not sleepy either." Mo Ran said, "I'll help you with whatever your master wants to do."

"You can't help me, I want to make more begonias tonight." Chu Wanning said, lifting her hand and flicking her fingers together to create a delicate golden begonia, which she placed on the table.

This begonia is formed by Chu Wanning's spiritual energy and can receive short words for transmission.

But Mo Ran, somewhat puzzled, came to the table and pulled out a chair to sit backwards, his firm arm resting on the back and his chin on his arm again.

"What is the Master doing this for?"

"Bring it for sale."

"Hmm."

Hearing the slight surprise in Mo Ran's voice, Chu Wanning lifted his eyes and gave him a faint glance: "We don't have enough money to stay on Feihua Island for seven days, and isn't that Sun Sanniang going into business? I think she likes shiny things. When it's done, I'll sell it on the street tomorrow, and I'll see if she wants it."

Mo Ran couldn't help but laugh out loud, "Master wants to sell flowers"

Chu Wanning's face changed slightly, about not wanting to put herself in the same category as the big girls selling white orchids in the alleyway, and said very stiffly, "Flowers made by spells cannot be considered flowers."

"Then I'll go with you tomorrow to sell it."

Chu Wanning didn't say a word, ducking his head to condense another four or five dots quickly, before saying sullenly, "Suit yourself, as long as you're not too ashamed."

"Mo Ran picked up one of them and smelled it, the flower was light and unscented, the light flowed in a very graceful and chic way, the golden light reflected on his handsome face, his dark eyelashes, he laughed, "That Sun Sanniang is afraid to cry and beg his master to sell it to her, master intends to sell one for how much"

"How about selling a hundred of them for three coppers a piece, as they don't even cost much in spiritual energy?"

Mo Ran :""

Chu Wanning looked at him again, frowned slightly and said hesitantly, "More."

Mo Ran sighed, not saying more or less, but simply said, "Don't make a price tomorrow, Master, I'll sell it."

"Why I make the flowers, I price them myself."

"Three copper coins." Mo Ran held out three fingers and waved them in front of Chu Wanning's face in tears and laughter, "Master, you are the Beidou Immortal, this is your Evening Begonia, something the Xianxia realm can't even ask for, and you're selling it for three coppers"

"No one's asked me for it, either. It's not really useful for anything other than looking good and being able to send a message, so I think it's about the right price."

Mo Ran was about to laugh at him, "Well, sell it all to me, will you? I'll pay you now."

Chu Wanning stopped his hand, and a half-congealed begonia flower lost the support of its spiritual flow and fell down to a golden petal. He actually held out his palm and said indifferently, "Deal."

""

Mo Ran was speechless for a long time and went to his money pouch, only to remember that the old turtle had squeezed out all the money he and Chu Wanning had left.

When he looked up, he saw Chu Wanning looking at him with a smile on his face, he was even more embarrassed and muttered, "Master knew I had no money.

Chu Wanning found him amusing and said, "You boasted about buying mine yourself."

"I"

Half said and swallowed in silence.

Because suddenly I felt that Chu Wanning's comment was a bit ambiguous.

Chu Wanning was supposed to say "buy my flowers", but he was too lazy to finish the sentence, and it sounded as if Mo Ran wanted to buy the man in front of him for a few dollars.

He doesn't look Chu Wanning in the eye, fearing that he might see something treacherous in his mind. But as he looked at his hands for a moment, he realised that Chu Wanning had washed the dishes outside for a long time, turning the hot water into ice water and turning the tips of his fingers red with cold.

Mo Ran didn't have time to think much about it either, and almost by inertia, took hold of the five fingers that were stretched out on the table.

Chu Wanning was startled, he was pretending to be calm, he reached out for the money and instead of asking for it, it suddenly fell into a pair of warm and generous palms, which were just the right temperature, but he jerked away as if he had been burned by a branding iron.

"Do what?"

""

Mo Ran had no dirty thoughts, he really just wanted to warm up Chu Wanning's heart.

However, I was not expecting such a big reaction, and was momentarily stunned.

The two looked at each other in the dim candlelight, when suddenly the candle tears crackled with a popping sound, breaking the dead silence.

Chu Wanning, aware that he had over-sensitised himself and was trying to make a point, stopped speaking for a moment and pursed his lips in a somewhat embarrassed manner.

Mo Ran looked at him in silence, and the young seedling in her heart grew stronger and stronger, trying to stretch her soft little body and tickle his chest even more.

"Master."

Chu Wanning :""

"He didn't know what was waiting for him ahead, and reason finally got the better of him and he didn't continue.

But even before he finished the question, Chu Wanning said stiffly, "No."

Mo Ran stared, "What isn't"

"No matter what you say, the answer is no." Chu Wanning frowned and raised his sharp spines like a cat baring its teeth to defend its territory from strangers, "Hands off."

Mo Ran then removed his hand and continued to rest it on the back of the chair, in a very honest manner.

Chu Wanning continued to condense the flowers, finishing condensing the begonia that had just dropped a petal, he was a little sulky, and the sulk contained more than a little bewilderment, after a while Mo Ran said, "Master, actually I just, just wanted to ask if you were cold and wanted to warm your hands."

"I'm not cold."

It was a lie. The hand I touched earlier was clearly ice.

Feeling awkward sitting like this, Chu Wanning said, "Go to bed if there's nothing else to do, I'll take you to the flower sale tomorrow."

""

He used to say things like "take you to practice", "take you to meditation", "take you to books".

Take you to a flower sale or something

Mo Ran tried to hold back, but didn't quite manage it, and with a smile in his dark eyes, he reflected the person in the candlelight and gave a shallow nasal "mmm", but didn't bother to move.

"Go to sleep."

Mo Ran glanced at the bed.

He decided that nothing could be done to get to bed before Chu Wanning.

If he sleeps on the inside and obviously makes room for himself, then he will take the bed.

If Chu Wanning lies right in the middle, then alas, then he is honest.

Mo Ran played this badly but blushed, "I won't sleep yet."

"What are you doing sitting there?" Chu Wanning frowned.

Mo Ran raised his hand, and with a single movement of his long fingers, he twirled a fiery red butterfly in the air with his spiritual power.

Chu Wanning :""

"Sell it for money." Mo Ran laughed, flicking her fingertips, the fiery red butterfly fluttered up and landed in the pile of begonias Chu Wanning had set aside, diving in and pollinating as it flapped its fluorescent flowing wings in and out of the heart of the flower, "This is more expensive for me, I black heart, ten gold a piece."

Chu Wanning watched as the obtrusive butterfly flew around, resting on his begonia and licking the delicate pink stamens.

Chu Wanning's face was dark.

" Mo Weiyu "

"What's wrong?"

He was so angry he didn't know what to say or how to say it.

Finally, he suppressed it and only hissed uncomfortably, "Three coppers a piece, no more."

Mo Ran laughed.

After laughing for a while, he twirled out another flaming red butterfly and handed it over, which landed tenderly on the begonias at Chu Wanning's fingertips.

"I sold it to someone else just for ten gold, and I think that's a good price."

"Then you sell it to me," Chu Wanning said with a vicious breath, "and I'll sell it again, but it can't be more expensive than my begonias."

After thinking about it, he added, "But I don't have any money on me, so I'll give it to you when I get back to the top of death and life."

Mo Ran smiled and twirled out a third butterfly, which he blew gently and which danced around Chu Wanning as Mo Ran rested on his firm wheat-coloured arm and said gently, "What are you talking about?"

"Are you still going to say no credit." Chu Wanning lifted his chin slightly, his brow damp with annoyance, but his expression arrogant, thinking that if Mo Ran really dared to say no to credit, he would teach this ungrateful man a lesson as a teacher.

The man who didn't know the sky was the limit, but he smiled even more brightly, his pear swirls deep and his nasal voice shallow, and said, "No, I meant to say"

What you want to say

Chu Wanning in tight formation, Wei Feng Dei.

"You buy me." The man didn't know whether it was intentional, or unintentional, but he also omitted the word spirit butterfly, so his words became so vague and ambiguous, he pillowed his arm, gazed at Chu Wanning without any seriousness, and smiled gently, "I'll sell it to you, no money."

There was nothing to say that I would have expected such a response.

Chu Wanning's face suddenly flushes as she is struck by surprise.

It was late at night, and Lingdie and Begonia had piled up a room full of them, long enough to sell. Yet neither of them got up to go to bed first.

It goes without saying that Mo Ran's heart is in the right place and he plans to see how Chu Wanning sleeps and then see what he can do. Chu Wanning doesn't know what he's up to, but he's not stupid either. He's not sure what he's up to and wants to know what Mo Ran will do tonight.

Will he sleep on the floor or in the bed?

Although the man was making him feel increasingly dangerous, he wasn't about to kick Mo Ran out if he did get into bed.

He could even detect a secret hope in his heart to see Mo Ran get up sleepily, say "sleepy" and go to bed.

Why is he still awake?

Chu Wanning and Mo Ran, twirling flowers and butterflies while thinking anxiously.

Go to sleep, you lie down on the bed first and I'll

"Master."

"Hmm."

"Are you tired? It's too late, why don't you rest first?"

"No, I'm used to it."

So another hour passed.

" Mo Ran ."

"Hmm."

"Why are you still sitting?"

"I'll condense some more butterflies. If your master is sleepy, go to sleep first, and I'll wait."

Chu Wanning struggled to resist the urge to yawn, gritting his back teeth with restraint, his eyes a little red from two nights of sleeplessness, and stubbornly saying, "I'm not sleepy yet."

Mo Ran :""

I don't know how much longer it took, but the house was almost a sea of butterflies and begonias, a glorious mix of gold and red, when Mo Ran looked up, somewhat drowsily, and was suddenly struck.

Chu Wanning is so tired that he has fallen asleep on the table.

He still had half a begonia flower at the end of his finger, its petals trembling slightly with his breath.