Chapter 219: [Dragon Mountain] Mo Xiang Li

Mo Ran didn't answer, or couldn't answer, as he stepped forward and embraced Chu Wanning without a word.

"What's wrong with you?"

In his arms were slightly cool clothes and a warm body.

"Why are you crying?"

He doesn't know, the dream, the reality

He was no longer aware of it, but in the red lotus, without Chu Wanning's cold body, his master was still alive, still worrying about the lack of flexibility in the joints of the night wanderer, contemplating whether to paint it with tung oil or Shangqing lacquer.

That seems to be enough.

For a moment he was so engrossed that he did not want to wake up again.

When he and Chu Wanning had finished the mecha, it was late, so he took Chu Wanning back to his room and, as in his previous life, lingered with him in his arms and ears.

The Chu Wanning of the dream is not so tame, he is always ruthless in one way or another, he can't let go in another way or another.

Even when Wushan was in the thick of it, when Chu Wanning almost lost himself, he often bit his lower lip, his eyes watery, but he did not say a word, only breathing heavily and uncontrollably.

The candle flame was not extinguished, and the molten light reflected on the face of the man beneath him, and Mo Ran gazed at him almost obsessively, gazing at Chu Wanning's features, his eyebrows, at his black eyes, which were dipped in the shadow of the candle.

The candle shadows wavered as if petals had fallen from a deep pool.

As Mo Ran moves, the petals sway and float in the water, ripples rippling out, and finally a moist vapour slides down from the end of Chu Wanning's eyes to be kissed by Mo Ran.

He knows what kind of man Chu Wanning is, and it's hard to look bad without using a few tricks - he's got a regrettable amount of self-control.

But so what?

The tears were uncontrollable, as were the wet breaths, and it didn't matter if he didn't say a word, it was good to watch him being bullied into tears, bullied into falling into mortality with his eyes lost, his firm chest unable to rise and fall, even if it was in silence.

The night was a charming one, and it was only at cinnabar that they went to bed together.

Mo Ran held the person in her arms tightly, both of them sweat-soaked, the heat lingering on their skin, even their sideburns of hair sticking to the sides of their cheeks.

He kissed Chu Wanning tenderly and lingeringly, holding him tighter in his arms as if he were a lost and found treasure.

"That's better, Master, now that you are with me, that's better."

He slept through it.

He opened his eyes to find that Chu Wanning was no longer at his bedside.

"Master."

Sit up with a tremor.

Then he saw Chu Wanning standing by the half-open window, which was already at dawn, with a light rain falling outside.

Mo Ran sighed with relief as he held out his hand towards him, "Master, come here"

But Chu Wanning didn't move, he was fully dressed, white as snow, staring quietly at the man on the bed. Mo Ran stared at him, and a sudden, strong feeling of unease rose up in him.

Chu Wanning said to him, " Mo Ran, it's time for me to go."

"Go" he froze, the mattress was still hot, there was broken hair on the pillow and the faint scent of heather, but Chu Wanning stood before him as if a lake and an ocean away, so distant, Mo Ran said anxiously, "Where are you going? This is red This is the red lotus, it's your home, we're already home, where are you going?"

Chu Wanning shook his head, he turned his face sideways and looked out the window at the fading pallor as he said, "There's no time, it's almost dawn."

" Wangning "

Just a wink.

The house was empty, and there was nothing left of it.

He rose hastily from the bed, not even bothering to put on his shoes or socks, and stumbled out the door.

Last night's glorious begonias have been mostly knocked off their branches, the remnants of the flowers covering the steps and tables and chairs, and there is a finished night wanderer on the stone table, metal gloves and files left beside it, as if Chu Wanning had just left and as if he would return at any moment.

" Wangning Wangning "

He ran around the red lotus water pond like a madman, looking for it, but he kept skirting the lotus pond, subconsciously he was afraid to go to the lotus pond, he was afraid to go

But he eventually lost his mind and walked over to it.

Barefoot, on the cold, green stone path.

He stood still a long way from the lotus pond, and from his pale toes upwards, the last thing he could see was a pale face.

His eyes widened in bewilderment as he looked away to the man lying in the lotus pond, the same one he had looked at almost every day for the last two years before his own death in his previous life.

What is the difference between lying in the depths of the lotus flowers, with an undecayed body and a clean coat, and being alive

What's the difference

He took one step over.

Close.

Closer.

Just a little further on, you can come to the edge of the pool and see every eyelash, the sword brows that seem to frown slightly even after death, the phoenix eyes that no longer relax.

But he fell to his knees in indecision.

His knees knocked on the stone floor, and he curled up on his knees, trembling and trembling for a while, when he suddenly thought that he still had the immortal medicine that Elder Liu had given him, the immortal medicine that could bring back the dead, and he then rejoiced, his fingers and claws trembling and curling hideously as he rummaged through his Qiankun pouch, and he pulled out the contents one by one.

"Immortal medicine Immortal medicine I want that immortal medicine that can bring back the dead Where is the immortal medicine?"

He went through everything, turning the whole pouch upside down, refusing to let go of even the gaps in the stitches to feel his way through inch by inch.

But no.

The elixir is gone, the elixir is not inside.

Or maybe it was just a dream to hit Elder Liu and get the Immortal Pill

No, it's all a dream, one after another

He collapsed, his consciousness confusingly dissociated, he raised his hands to rub his cheeks and eyelids in despair as he muttered, "No, some of the fairy medicine I clearly put in there has fairy medicine in it"

Once again he searched frantically, kneeling hysterically in front of Chu Wanning's body, a ghastly glow in his eyes, but his voice becoming more and more choked and desperate, and he finally bent over and cried out.

"I put it in, I put it in."

He brushed away the clutter in front of him with one palm, countless tinkling porcelain vases rolled and even shattered, he crawled forward on his knees and scraped his way through a sea of broken pieces, the shards lodged in his leathery knees, he didn't care, he crawled towards the man lying in the lotus pond.

He finally lifted him out of the pool and held the cold body close to him in his arms.

It was something he had always wanted to do in his previous life, but had never done.

He held Chu Wanning's body as the drizzle still lingered endlessly and the sky lit up in layers, but it was irrelevant to them. He held Chu Wanning's body as he cried, he pressed his cheek, kissed the bridge of his nose, his eyelashes, his lips.

"Master please reason with me please."

In that moment, his silhouette overlapped with that of the orphan who had once crumbled and howled in the mass grave, clutching his mother's decaying body and pleading with the passing gentleman to bury him with her.

He was only five years old that year. A five year old who vowed never to see his beloved and dear ones rotting in front of him, bones rotting and falling to mud.

All these years have passed, and at the age of thirty-two Fairy Tramper holds his master's body, sometimes laughing long and hard, sometimes crying over it.

It was a body unlike any other in life, and he had done it, he had been able to make the dead as if they were alive, a body that even seemed to have a faint colour of blood under its skin, peaceful as if it had fallen asleep.

This time he did not beg anyone to bury him deep in the ground with Chu Wanning.

But Fairy Tramper himself had already buried himself alive, drinking a jar of pearly whites the day after Chu Wanning's death, and every day after that, he lived and died drunk in a tomb of the living dead called the red lotus watering hole. From that day onwards, he has buried himself.

"Master, you pay attention to me."

" Mo Ran "

"You pay attention to me."

He dimly heard someone calling to him, a familiar voice. It was dark around him again, so he grabbed a piece of driftwood like a man on the verge of drowning, and someone reached out to him, and he choked and clutched the person, "Don't you go away, I'll do nothing evil or bad, I'll never make you angry again"

He climbed onto the man's fingers and interlocked them with his.

He smells the faint scent of flowers, the fragrance of begonias.

"I have the elixir to raise the dead, but I I don't know why, I can't find it I can't find it but can you not go, please" he followed the place where the warm body was regardless, he hugged the body, "please, I'd rather "

"I'd rather it was me who died."

" Mo Ran, wake up!"

But he couldn't wake up, the pain was deeper than the sea, he was drowning, he couldn't wake up.

A lump in his throat, he clung to the one who called out to him, his eyelashes actually moistened: "I'd rather it was me who died, Master"

"What are you doing, dog?"

Suddenly a man rushed over and yanked him, then there was chaos around him as someone poured a flood of cold water between his lips and teeth.

Mo Ran was suddenly chilled, the water as cold as a thousand years of ice, almost freezing his lungs.

His eyes snapped open

""

The first thing that caught his eye was Jiang Xi's gloomy face and a greenish-blue jade bottle in his hand, which was obviously the contents of the bottle he had just been given.

"I"

As soon as he opened his mouth, he found that his throat was hoarse and he could not say more for a while.

And then he looked around him and found himself back in the heavenly palace of the clan shrine, his cold sweat already soaking through his heavy clothes, and a circle of people around him looking at him oddly, especially Xue Meng, whose face was blue for a while and white for a while, very unpleasant.

He was lying on Chu Wanning's lap, his arms around Chu Wanning's waist, and Chu Wanning's clothes, which he had been wearing with respect and dignity, had been pulled and torn in his dream, the edge of his robe slipping over his shoulders.

Mo Ran :""

He didn't he didn't say anything he shouldn't have said?

Chu Wanning's face was also unpleasant, but more or less calm, as he said, "Why is a man running forward so fast?"

"Master, I I squared"

"You're caught in a nightmare." Jiang Xi put the jade bottle away, stood up again and said with downcast eyes, "Take a rest, I am feeding you dream-breaking cold water, you will feel very cold, after a cup of tea or so."

Mo Ran had not yet recovered from that horrible layer of dreams, his eyes were still somewhat confused and it was a long time before he muttered, "Nightmare but I've been careful and didn't and didn't perceive any traces of the spell"

Jiang Xi's paws were a little more aggressive, "What's a stupid thing like a spell?"

The crowd in the room:"

"You think the most ruthless and murderous thing in the world is magic," said the Drug Clan master, narrowing his eyes and lifting his sleeve in contempt, "You are so wrong. The most powerful thing in the world is medicine."

"This spice is colourless and tasteless, but it can cause people to hallucinate and fall into the greatest fear in their lives." Jiang Xi pauses here, then surveys Mo Ran, "The greater the fear, the deeper the trap. I've saved a few people from the Nineteenth Floor of Hell before, and I've given them four to five drops of Dream Breaker Cold Water, and they've woken up, but you know how much you've drunk."

"How much."

Jiang Xi seemed a little displeased and said, "Most of the bottle. Enough to save more than a hundred people before it brought your consciousness back. I'm actually a little curious, Master Mo, why do you have such a deep fear at such a young age, and what exactly are you afraid of"