Chapter 242: [Dragon Blood Mountain] Queen Chu

Chu Wanning did not reaffirm the Fairy Tramper emperor, nor did he say much.

The look of unease on Mo Ran's face was the best answer, nothing else was needed. Not to mention the fact that he was already feeling extremely tired, and that one's mind is numb after one blow after another.

It was a long time before he broke away from Mo Ran's embrace and slowly got up. He didn't look at Mo Ran, closed his eyes and then spoke, his voice a chilling calm. He said, "I want to go to the cave."

""

"Since the other me has taken the trouble to set this up, I want to go and see."

"Would you hate me if you knew the truth," was the almost childish question, but Mo Ran asked it anyway, and then muttered to herself, "You would hate me."

Chu Wanning's eyes twitched slightly and finally turned to look at him, " What did the Fairy Tramper emperor ever do?"

He did not ask "you", he used the word Fairy Tramper emperor.

Mo Ran felt a glimmer of hope at the title, but it was so slim that he tried to clutch it with all his might and trepidation at the same time.

Chu Wanning's lips twitched and his eyes narrowed slightly.

"Killing."

Mo Ran does not answer.

"The Slaughterhouse"

Mo Ran closes her eyes and remains silent.

Chu Wanning thought of the dreams he had had before, the ones he had felt were absurd and ambiguous, and the way the man from the Hall of Souls had spoken to him. "

The knot in his throat rolled and he tried to answer, but couldn't.

Mo Ran had run and fled for so long, and now that the net of heaven was not missing, he felt like a sinner standing on the execution table waiting to die, and as he knelt on the ground, he could see the shadow of the executioner raising his sword.

When do heads fall to the groundWhen do heads fall to the ground

Suddenly he didn't want to wait any longer, nor did he want to run away, the wait for the knife to fall was too long and he would have preferred to touch the wall and die in a splatter of blood.

Mo Ran opened his eyes and said, "Go into the cave."

He moved his fingertips as if to take Chu Wanning's hand, but in the end he dropped it, only to rub the corner of his own coat and walk on ahead.

He hesitated before stepping into the cave, then turned his head and grinned at Chu Wanning.

"Master."

Chu Wanning looked at him, and the man suddenly smiled so brightly, so warmly. It was as if he wanted to squander all his hope and joy in this moment.

It will never be used again for the rest of your life.

Chu Wanning was suddenly awakened by the sting of the smile, and he walked over to it, but he didn't know what to say; his heart was in turmoil, so he lifted his cold hand and touched the other man's equally cold face.

"" Mo Ran was stunned for a moment, his eyes slowly widening.

Chu Wanning closed his eyes and sighed, taking Mo Ran's hand, which he no longer dared to take of his own accord, as if to say to Mo Ran, and to himself, "I watched you grow into what you are today. So you, you're not him."

"You're not the same as Fairy Tramper."

Mo Ran's eyes remained arched and stiff for a moment before she smiled, a lump in her throat, "Mmm."

Instead, the eyes are moistened.

How could it be different.

He is the most evil man in the world, a ghost who escaped from his former life.

But to receive such an acknowledgement before the end, Mo Ran thought that God had really treated him well. Whatever happens to Chu Wanning when he regains his memory, he has no more complaints.

He closes his eyes, takes Chu Wanning's hand, takes a deep breath and walks towards the Dragon Blood Mountain cave.

Once you step inside, all the scenes outside are out of sight.

As they look around the cave, they see that it is very small, about the size of a disciple's bedroom at the top of death and life. Inside the cave, which is empty, there is only a small table on which a rusty smoker, the same one that appears in Huai Zui's scrolls, is placed. Mo Ran does not like to smell incense, but the smell from this stove is not pungent, but only vaguely of the flowers of the Westwood begonia.

"What spell is this?"

Chu Wanning shook his head: his voice was low: "I don't know. This me, not the me of today, has acquired some spells by chance that I am not necessarily aware of. Just like you, Fairy Tramper may not use willow vine as a weapon."

He turned his gaze to the smouldering furnace: "Perhaps we must touch it to see who has come," he said, raising his hand and tapping the furnace with his fingertips, but there was still no movement.

Mo Ran had been watching Chu Wanning warmly and sadly since he had entered the cave, and although he did not want Chu Wanning to regain his memory, he said, "Since it is a vision left to both of us by our master, perhaps it is useless to touch it alone. It needs to be told that we have both come."

"Hmm. Try it."

The two men touched their fingers to the delicate patterns of the smoker, one on each side, and the fragrance of the flowers inside the cave was instantly fragrant, with streams of smoke pouring out like a wave, filling the entire cave in an instant and making it impossible to see. Mo Ran was not expecting such a swift change and was about to clasp Chu Wanning's hand when the clouds immediately engulfed him.

Mo Ran was startled: "Master"

It was too late, there was a spiritual energy in this cloud and mist, not the same as the ordinary power of a spiritual core, but it was exceptionally pure and powerful, it was as if he was floating in the ninth heaven, and then all his limbs and bones seemed to be frozen, no longer under his control. Before even his voice became detached from his own, he called out with all his might, "Master, how are you?"

All that came out was a vague statement and then it wouldn't move again.

The situation on Chu Wanning's side was not much different from his. He called out Mo Ran's name through the mist, and at first he heard some response, but soon there was dead silence.

" Mo Ran "

Chu Wanning fumbles through the smoke and mist, trying to reach the edge, but some kind of spell seems to have been set inside the incense burner, making the space here infinite and unreachable.

"Ink."

Suddenly there was a lump in his throat and Chu Wanning, like Mo Ran, realised that he could no longer make a sound and soon realised that he was restricted not only in his speech but also in his movements. It was as if he was still in a dream, but he was no longer free to move or speak, and he could only watch what was happening in front of him and do nothing to change it.

If he had something to say, he could just set up a scroll of memories.

It took a long time for the smoke to dissipate.

He opened his eyes and found that the original scene was gone and what he saw was a waving red candle and tears of candlelight. He was sitting at a familiar yellow sandalwood table, clean and uncluttered, with a deep scar on the table from a saw blade he had used to make the Night Wanderer.

The cave has been transformed into a red lotus water salon.

Chu Wanning sits frozen, his body still out of control. It looks like a Peach Blossom Yard illusion, except that he is not in control of what is happening, only in the middle of it, replaying something that has already happened.

Why did you set up this spell on your past life self, what did you want him to see and what did you want him to reenact?

It was late outside and there were two servants he had never seen before standing behind him, combing his hair.

Manipulated by the illusion, he raised his hand, stopped their movements and said, "Don't comb it, I'll do it myself."

Chu Wanning could feel that he did not want to see the person who pushed the door, so he just sat at the table with his back straight, without looking back, and even closed his eyes.

"Get out of here, all of you."

A familiar voice came from behind.

The two servants immediately put down the combs and water basins in their hands, and with respectful faces, bowed their heads in blessing.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The two attendants went out and Chu Wanning still didn't turn around or open his eyes, but of course he knew who was coming, and how could he have misheard that voice.

Chu Wanning, with the alertness of a beast, felt the man approaching him, one step or two and suddenly his breath was at his ear, heavy with the smell of alcohol, hot and blazing.

"Why are you still awake?" Mo Ran asked in a low, muffled voice behind him.

Chu Wanning heard himself reply coldly, "Just getting ready for bed."

"Well I can see that." Mo Ran chuckled softly in his ear, "The outer robe is off, the hair crown is off, you don't like this outfit that much This is all sewn with the finest gold silk and inlaid with the finest jade and Chinese stones, what I have given you is even better than what I gave to the Queen, why can't you see it"

""

"So be it." Without waiting for Chu Wanning to say anything, Mo Ran said to himself, "You don't like everything I give you anyway, you don't despise me from the bottom of your heart." He chuckled at that, "But so what? You see, you're still going to be mine after all."

With that, Mo Ran reached out intimately and wrapped his arms around Chu Wanning from behind. Chu Wanning's body was unable to withstand the excitement and anger and finally opened his eyes so he could continue to see what was in front of him.

In front of him is a bronze mirror in which Mo Ran and his figure are reflected. Mo Ran is dressed in gold and red, wearing a nine-dollar beaded crown, a wedding dress. The man embraced him behind him, his face coming down and beginning to kiss his earrings, his neck.

Chu Wanning trembles slightly, from anger and from something else.

"Don't you dare move."

"Heh, don't move presumptuously well said, so how does the Master want me to move"

When the threat was useless and he was teased instead, Chu Wanning had to grit his teeth and say fiercely, "Bastard!"

Mo Ran laughed softly, he looked smitten, his handsome face was half awake, half drunk, his lips rubbing against the side of Chu Wanning's face as he murmured, "So what if you're a sinful animal, look at you now, you're all mine."

With an uncanny sense of murder, Chu Wanning felt his torso copying something from the front of the desk and stabbing it backwards towards the back of Mo Ran's hand.

Mo Ran grunts in pain.

He then took this opportunity to break free and glared with extreme anger at the man in the light.

"Get out."

Underneath his shell, Chu Wanning saw that what he had used to pin him was a golden hairpin, an ornament used by men at marriage.

"Tsk" Mo Ran raised his hand, looked at his gurgling wound and smiled coldly at first, then stuck out his tongue as if it were a viper spitting out its tentacles, licking over the blood that was sprawling across his lips and curling into his teeth.

There was a mad light in his eyes, a lustre so bestial that for a moment it made his face less handsome and more of a stern ghostly grimace.

"I never thought you could hurt this throne with your spirit core ruined." Mo Ran's lips were stained with blood and he laughed out loud, " Chu Wanning, you have sharp fingers and claws, this seat is really small for you."

"Get out."

"Rolling around, is that all you can say?" Mo Ran dropped the back of his hand, not rushing to bandage it, he seemed to enjoy the pain, his expression was actually a bit perverted and soothing, "You like to spit on this seat so much, how come you didn't say anything today in front of the whole hall guests "

""

"I have sealed your movements, but not your voice; you could have shouted angrily and told me not to touch you." Mo Ran strode towards him once more, standing at a stone's throw away and clutching Chu Wanning's wrist as he held the hairpin with a force that twisted alarmingly.

He grinned, with blood still between his shell teeth.

"But all you did was to splash half the sleeve of my robe with the water of the lavender when the spell of binding of the hands was lifted."

Mo Ran paused and burst out laughing, "Master, if you were so angry. At that time, why didn't you scream ah"

"Shame on you."

"This throne is shameless, but who is a gentleman? Xue Meng I did send him an invitation to the great banquet today, but he himself did not want to come. What would you have wanted if he had come?" Mo Ran laughed softly, "Would you have begged him to take you during the ceremony?"

While Chu Wanning, caught up in the restored scene, is still confused, his own body clearly understands Mo Ran's words, and is already clenching his teeth in hatred, unwilling to say anything.

Mo Ran looked at him in anger and suddenly stuck out the tip of her blood-stained tongue, turned her face sideways and gently licked across his ear.

""

" Chu Wanning, do you know when you are most fucked is when you stare at me with such a resentful and angry look." He tugged his hand, down, "Don't believe me, feel it, is it very big and hot Master, Yu Heng Elder, Master Chu," an epithet more respectful than one, but ending up wrapped in moist.

"Look, it wants you so badly."

"Get out."

"You've said this for almost the third time." Mo Ran saw him like this and the malice in his eyes deepened, "Today is at least my throne's big day, ascending to the top of the human pole, marrying a beautiful wife and concubine together my throne even hung out the queen to keep you company. Why are you still so mean."

He paused, soaked in notorious malice, and finally quenched two words.

" Queen Chu "

""

The Chu Wanning in his shell was thunderstruck, and his own body was no better; he seemed so sickened by the two words that his whole body shuddered.

But Mo Ran was laughing, a brilliant light flashed in his eyes: "What's wrong? I called you like this, you are so happy that you can't speak at least I slept with you for so long, if you were a woman, being played with by me endlessly every night like this, you would have been unmarried and pregnant first, giving birth to a child for me. If I don't give you a name, how can I be willing to let you serve me properly in bed again in the future I'm not an unreasonable person, hahahaha."

Chu Wanning was so angry that he couldn't speak a word and his eyes went black.

Is this anger and disgust not this body's

The controlled body and the free soul both recoiled so strongly that Chu Wanning was almost sick to his stomach and horrified to believe it.

Fairy Tramper Emperor

Mo Ran in a previous life.

What the hell has been done?

Crazy Crazy

When Mo Ran had had enough of laughing, he suddenly grabbed Chu Wanning's chin and kissed him fiercely, his mouth tasting of blood, and with that he roughly took Chu Wanning's wrists with one hand and pushed him down on the edge of the couch before leaning down.

Chu Wanning closes his eyes and shudders.

The hot, strong male body pressed down on him like a mountain of rock, pressing down on him thick and fast.

"Do your duty to the king." Mo Ran said, "Now that you and I are married, you are mine and can no longer escape."