Chapter 210: The Master's Handkerchief Can Only Be Given to Me

In the middle of the night, when Chu Wanning woke up from a light sleep, Mo Ran was already out of bed and properly dressed. He was sitting at the table, lit by a lone lamp, fiddling with a pile of objects.

All of the previous anxiety and helplessness became so faint in the lingering aftermath of the lone lamp that Chu Wanning looked at him almost languidly for a moment before saying, "What are you doing?"

"The Master is awake is the light too bright"

"No." Chu Wanning asked again, "What are you doing?"

Mo Ran pursed her lips and smiled a little embarrassed.

Chu Wanning got up, put on his robe, and, barefoot, paced over to him, leaning over the table and looking at it. On the table was his own begonia handkerchief, and Mo Ran had taken three other plain white handkerchiefs and was stabbing at the motifs on them.

"You're embroidering a handkerchief."

"I want the Master to make it for me alone." Mo Ran put down her needle and thread, wrapped one arm around Chu Wanning's waist and leaned over, kissing his chest.

Chu Wanning has a scar over his heart.

Chu Wanning did not say anything about the origin of the scar, so Mo Ran did not ask.

Just skin to skin, subconsciously, often kissing here compassionately.

Mo Ran said, "I'll embroider the others' handkerchiefs. They don't know who made them anyway," he said, picking up a handkerchief that had already been embroidered and asking with a smile, "Look, Master, do they look like yours?"

Chu Wanning sighs, "You don't have to look to know what it looks like."

How can this man be so possessive

Chu Wanning stroked Mo Ran's hair and Mo Ran looked up at him with a smile.

The lights are so dim that Mo Ran's eyes hurt a little from the boiling, and when she raises them, they are a little bloodshot, but her face and smile are soft and bright.

Chu Wanning asks, "Still thinking about all that stuff?"

Mo Ran froze and then said softly, "I don't want to."

"Hmm." Chu Wanning said, "That's good."

"Let it all go", Mo Ran says, as much to herself as to Chu Wanning.

Let it all go.

Such days are too few and far between.

He, Mo Weiyu, is not a god, he is just a small, tiny, floating weed in the vast red dust. It is difficult to give a cup of water to someone who is dying of thirst, to take a sip, and then to ask that person to pour it all away and die of thirst on his own.

Drink a little more rain, Mo Ran thought.

If you enter Purgatory again in the future, it won't hurt as much.

There is a pool of clarity from the past that is enough to comfort the dryness of life.

The next day, the group gathered outside the lodge and set off for Dragon Mountain.

Xue Meng, riding on his horse, took a look at the pouch and immediately wrinkled his nose in disgust.

Suddenly, I heard someone laughing softly next to me, "This Ma Zhuangzhuang's taste is really not complimentary, it's not enough to embroider a big-headed cat on the Qiankun bag, but he also embroidered a positive red horse character on the back, interesting."

When Xue Meng turned around, he saw Mei Hanxue on a tall white stallion, also fiddling with this bag. The droplet-shaped crystal dangling from his forehead glows with warmth and shimmers, making his face even more attractive.

Xue Meng gave him a blank look and whispered a curse, "Scum."

The scum just smiled slightly and narrowed his eyes, not even the slightest bit angry, instead he said, "Sir Xue looks like he doesn't look too good today, did he not get enough sleep"

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"There is a greenish halo under the eyes and the seal is dark. I have some herbal ointment to calm the mind and help you sleep."

" Mei Hanxue are you very idle" Xue Meng endured for a while, found she couldn't hold back anymore and looked back in anger, " Snow Walk Palace expelled you from the division what are you doing hanging around here at the top of the dead life"

"My master told me to come over." Mei Hanxue was still smiling, "To give your father some of the concealed weapons he asked for yesterday."

"Then get out of here when you're done delivering."

Mei Hanxue was surprised that she wasn't still angry and said with a smile, "Well, that rolls on."

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The last time I saw him at the Confucianism School, he was so soft and soft like a woman, or cold like a stone. Xue Meng couldn't hold his tongue, so he turned his bridle and stared at the handsome man on his horse.

"No, Mei Hanxue, I don't have a grudge against you, do I?"

"No."

"So, do I know you well?"

Mei Hanxue smiled, but did not answer quickly, except that his pale eyes held a fine light, and when the wind blew, his long, fine blonde hair whipped under his hood, and when the sun shone, the colour was even softer.

Xue Meng didn't really want to hear his answer, frowning, he said, "Get lost immediately after delivering the concealed weapons, it's none of my business if you want to hook up with people from other sects, don't think of muddying up with me to muddy the waters and dirty my little sisters at the top of death and life."

"Pfft." Mei Hanxue couldn't hold back her laughter, but then cupped her hand into a fist, covered her lips with a light cough, looked at Xue Meng with amusement for a moment, and said, "Good."

He took the reins of the horse, a silver bell tied to his white wrist, the wind blowing and tinkling.

Mei Hanxue smiled and glanced sideways, "Let's go."

Xue Meng glared at him, "Come on, do you want me to set off firecrackers for you to see you off?"

Mei Hanxue then literally walked away, his horse's hooves stepping on two steps, when suddenly he remembered something else and turned his head, "By the way, there is one more thing."

Xue Meng didn't want to hear it, but Xue Meng was curious, so he asked, without a smile, "What"

Mei Hanxue smiled faintly, a long white finger tapped on his lips, the end of his clothes was svelte and he laughed in a low voice, "You're so hot."

Xue Meng's face instantly turns green

"You you you," he was completely disgusted, you half a day, actually half the following you can not come out, this is the front of the master's team are in the call to assemble, ready to move, Mei Hanxue smilingly waved at him, steering the horse away.

When Mo Ran rode up next to Xue Meng, Mei Hanxue had already disappeared into the sea of people, and Mo Ran saw Xue Meng in the same place, slapping her chest in anger and vomiting repeatedly.

Mo Ran froze: "You've had a bad meal."

"Vomit you don't now don't talk to me first, I'm fucking early in the morning and I ate shit I"

Mo Ran: "It's very hungry to be on a diet, but you're not so hungry that you have to eat shit"

"Fuck off" Xue Meng pushed Mo Ran in the chest, pushing him away with his horse, and he was so angry that he hissed in the distance, red-faced, "You're the one who's fucking hot."

There was a lot of noise and thousands of people set off from Lone Mountain in the direction of Dragon Mountain. This is a very rare scene, after all, usually everyone goes out with their swords, and even if a large group is assembled, they will be there in no time at all.

Fortunately, the owner had everything in his pouch, including pills to refresh the mind, a small fan for the breeze, and even a few books made of thick silk with the prices and availability of various novelty items at Peach Bud Villa.

Xue Meng stared at Ma Zhuangzhuang, the second richest man in the world, who was shouting in the shade of a tree, "Gentlemen, if you have any commercial goods you like, just tick them off in the booklet. "

There were quite a few people who really had nothing else to do, and the owner of the horse dealership definitely did it on purpose, a huge dry pouch, and only these pamphlets were thrown inside, nothing else was available to read.

Even Xue Meng couldn't help but draw a circle on the words "salty for the young and old, mild and beneficial, made with the best ingredients, and with great spiritual power Nanping Mountain Ling Yin Bird's Nest Cake".

He finally knows what Mo Ran means by "making money".

After seven days on the road, with the Ma Zhuang master making a lot of money and everyone a little tired, they finally arrived at the Ban Long mountains one evening.

"The dragon has a proud backbone, which I hope you will respect."

Xue Zhengyong looked at the huge rock erected in front of the mountain path in Ban Long, read the words on the rock and turned to Nangong Si: "Nangong, what does this mean?"

Nangong Si said, "It means that all the rest of the way must be on foot, and from the moment you enter the mountain until the Dragon Mountain boundary is opened, you must not speak foul language, otherwise you will be punished."

Since Nangong Si had given this warning, the sect masters immediately passed it on. But each sect had a different way of sending messages. The Master of Snow Walk Palace picked up the jade flute at his waist and blew it twice. The black smoke came out of his sleeve.

Xue Meng was disgusted and said, "The Cold Scale Sage is really sick, is he covered in worms? Don't get in touch with Hua Binan, you'll be a real pain in my ass if you get your hands on some bugs too."

Shi Mei turned her head and smiled, " young master is really worrying."

At this point, the summit of death and life also began to transmit a message. While other sects were more or less showing off their skills, Xue Zhengyong, on the contrary, shouted out with his voice amplification technique.

"When you enter the valley, do not use profanity or foul language. If you cannot control yourself, use a silencing spell to gag yourself in advance."

The sound of his voice echoed through the forest, shaking the trees and clouds, and echoing like a curl of sound.

"Did you hear everything? Did you hear it? Did you get there?"

Crowd of monks: ""