Chapter 243: [Dragon Blood Mountain] Part 3

The golden-red pillow-top brimmed beneath her, and a familiar scent ran through her nostrils.

Chu Wanning looked at Mo Ran's face, and the dreams he had once had finally overlapped with reality in this moment. It was not a dream, it was real.

He and Mo Ran had already been intimate, they had already been married, and he was imprisoned by Mo Ran, on his knees in the snow, pleading to see Mo Ran.

It's all true.

At this point, Chu Wanning doesn't know how he feels, or perhaps his mind is gradually merging with the Chu Wanning of another world under the vapour of the incense.

Feel what it feels.

Know what they know.

Chu Wanning closed his eyes as everything came so close, as the heavy kisses fell.

He felt miserable. Who he really was

Is it Beidou, the immortal who fights with his sword, or the ridiculous Queen Chu, who prostrates herself under the King? Is it Chu Wanning, who has won the heart of Master Mo, or the Master, who is hated by Fairy Tramper?

Everything gradually became less and less clear, and the past drifted before his eyes like a stream of fallen flowers in a stream of red.

In the end, only the ones between the tents are clearly visible.

The unfriendly exchange of content between the two main characters please call Meatish Daemon sorry the word count before the abridgement has to remain the same as after I have to keep repeating Meatish Daemon Meatish Daemon.

It took a long time for Chu Wanning's consciousness to return.

For some reason, it was not only the perception that returned, but also the memories of past lives that flowed like a river.

After his union with Mo Ran, it all came together.

He remembered the death of Shi Mei when the sky split, and Mo Ran kneeling in the snow, heartbroken.

He remembered the Confucianism School, where blood was spilled, heaven and earth changed colour, and Mo Ran laughed long and hard, piercing Ye Wangxi's lute bone.

He remembered that he had been made into a blood drop and that Mo Ran had woken him up in the red lotus, but had put him under house arrest, unable to do anything more.

Piece by piece, it all comes back to me.

The stone cave had returned to its original appearance, and he could perceive himself lying on the cold ground with a wolfish cry, too frantic for his own good, Mo Ran clinging to him from behind, the youth's arms trembling, a slight cool sweat on each other, the air damp with the scent of moisture.

It all comes back to me.

Chu Wanning did not move, did not speak and did not get angry.

His head ached, almost like a splitting pain, and he felt something unseen pass from Mo Ran's body to his during their union.

It was that thing that brought back his memories of his past life.

But what exactly is that?

There were so many memories to take in at once that the pain inside Chu Wanning's skull rose so badly that he felt he must know what it was, but he couldn't make sense of it for a while.

"Master." Mo Ran's voice rang in his ears, so careful, like the tender pistils on the branches in early spring, where was the tyrannical look, "I'm sorry."

He was held in Mo Ran's arms, and without looking back, he could picture in his voice Mo Ran's eyes, wet and red at the moment, heartbroken and apologetic.

"I'm sorry, I'm still I'm still hurting you."

Just now, in the grip of the smoker, Mo Ran, like Chu Wanning, is conscious but not at all in control of his own movements. He was in pain as he lost control of his grip on this cherished one, impatient and ruthless in his desire to have this man.

He didn't want to be like this at all. He watched Chu Wanning with his eyes red at the end beneath him and wanted to lean down and kiss him tenderly, to comfort him, to embrace him. But the words on his lips were so mean, and the movements of his hands so fierce.

His heart ached. But what could he do? He had no control over himself.

Chu Wanning lay on the cold stone surface, his head aching and unable to move a finger. He listens to Mo Ran's apologies, but his ears are buzzing, his eyes are dizzy and he could lose consciousness again at any moment.

He spoke, his voice hoarse because he was screaming so badly, "You first you go out first."

Mo Ran pursed her lips and didn't say a word.

He regained consciousness before Chu Wanning did, as he had done when he was able to control his body, but Chu Wanning had been bullied so badly that he still felt the battering ram was still there and hadn't been withdrawn.

Mo Ran's heart was even harder to bear.

Before stepping into the cave, he expected to see a spell similar to the scroll of memories, but he did not expect to find himself back at the top of death and life, on his wedding night. Dressed in gold and red, he pushed open the doors of the red lotus watering hole.

Mo Ran, of course, knew what she had done, but never imagined that she would have to recreate the situation in this way.

He didn't want to do anything more to hurt Chu Wanning, he didn't want to become the Fairy Tramper Emperor but he couldn't help it. What's worse, he can clearly feel himself stirring and excited deep inside as he does such tyrannical things.

Both Fairy Tramper and he, in fact, are desperate to tear into and conquer Chu Wanning.

So what if he is still the same Mo Weiyu, no matter how much he puts up with it?

Can't change. Can't escape.

Mo Ran listened to Chu Wanning's clearly suppressed voice as he did the crazy stuff, and the tide of excitement and guilt splashed through his head like an extinguishing tidal wave.

Suddenly he could not tell who he was, whether he was Fairy Tramper or the Ink Master, whether he was good or evil, loyal or treacherous.

In between, he rubbed Chu Wanning's cheek and said the same shit he had said himself, Queen Chu

Yes, in his previous life he had done three most outrageous things to Chu Wanning, one of which was to kill him, i.e., to use a killing move on him, and the other was to humiliate him, i.e., to force him to make love to him.

Thirdly, marry him. That is, to take away her identity and trap her for life, and to make her a woman of his own. With this selfish desire, he has made the proud immortal into his rightful concubine.

Although not too many people in this world actually know how the " Queen Chu " whom the emperor had taken back then really looked like, it is an indisputable fact that he was forced to cover his face with a red cover, to marry himself in front of all eyes, and to take the second place.

He didn't know what the point was in doing what he did back then.

In fact, if he really wanted Chu Wanning to suffer, he could have made a big deal out of it and let everyone know that he, Mo Ran, had married his master, so that everyone would know that Beidou was now a member of the Fairy Tramper's tent.

Why not

Instead, he kept the secret discreetly, even for a long time, and even the queen Song Qiutong did not know who the mysterious " Queen Chu " really was. With vengeance in mind, he made a show of himself, but in the end he only played a show without spectators.

Instead, he sang with gusto.

Why

He even remembered that after Chu Wanning's death, he wanted to erect a monument for him, but he was afraid that people would see through him and laugh at him, so he had to take a pickaxe and dig a tomb in front of Tongtian Tower with his own hands.

The Emperor Fairy Tramper sat before the monument, resting his cheeks in thought for a long time, and he was tempted to write.

Tomb of the late Chu Wanning

But it feels as if I've lost everything by writing this, like a disgruntled woman with nothing to lose, and the scene is truly ridiculous.

He dawdled for half a day with the Bugui, and at last his eyes lit up with an idea of a narrow and intimate approach, whereupon he laughed dementedly and, using his knife as a pen, wrote in one stroke.

The Tomb of Chuji

With these four words, he felt as if the raging anger in his chest had been lifted, but he still felt that it was not enough, and he thought of Chu Wanning's cold, lonely face that never looked at him, and was annoyed and haunted by the fact that he would never see such a look again, and so the Fairy Tramper emperor continued to be his incorrigible spiteful wife, he thought viciously.

Chu Wanning abandoned him.

Leaving him to live alone.

Chu Wanning was so cruel to take revenge on him by dying.

Overdone.

He stared resentfully into eyes that had simmered until they were bloodshot.

Yes, it's outrageous.

So he wants to humiliate Chu Wanning, to bully Chu Wanning, to make Chu Wanning die in peace, so that when he goes to hell after a hundred years, he can still laugh and mock that guy and say to him that he was white and innocent all his life

You didn't win, I did.

You see, you're dead and I can still bully you like this.

Fairy Tramper The emperor clutched his sword and thought for a long time before the grave, thinking of the sun setting in the west and the twilight, of the darkness falling and the silver hooks shining in all directions.

In the moonlight, which was like water and frost and white, Mo Ran finally picked up the non-return and, with one stroke, added four more words to the tombstone.

Princess Ching Ching

The lime rustled and the carving was done. He grinned out loud with his cheeks, thinking, "This is a perfect posthumous sign that Chu Wanning is his man, whether he wants to be or not, and he must be chaste, perfect. If only Chu Wanning could be brought back to life by himself.

With such anticipation, he ran happily to the red lotus watering hole with his eyes glowing.

Chu Wanning has the biggest temper.

How can one be willing to suffer such humiliation

So wake up quickly, wake up and then fight him and have a discussion, this time seeing as he is not yet healed from his serious injuries, he can let him have a move himself.

If that's not possible, ten moves are not non-negotiable.

Wake up.

He stood in front of the lotus pond and looked at the muscular, unbroken corpse inside.

This seat have let you ten moves, you have to be sensible. Look at the monument that this seat has erected for you, don't you get angry? Don't you want to tug on my lapels and roar at me and shout low, you are willing to spend your whole life clearing your name and end up with a ridiculous eight words Qingzhen Guifei, the tomb of Chu Ji

Wake up.

Wake up.

He went from expressionless to scowling.

But Chu Wanning lies still, does not speak, and does not move.

It was a long time before it finally dawned on Mo Ran that he had gotten what he wanted and had earned the tameness he had been hoping for.

His mentor, his enemy, his bedraggled companion, his Chu Wanning.

Finally listened.

In the cold silence of the Dragon Blood Mountain grotto, Mo Ran holds her bruised lover and no one speaks for a while.

Then he suddenly thought of that rainy night at the inn in Wuchang Town, when the person in his arms had been so young and yet so eager, tossing and turning with him, the tips of his ears flushed, whispering to him if he was comfortable.

At that time, he had vowed in his heart that he would never hurt Chu Wanning again in his life, he wanted to do it gradually and slowly, he wanted to let Chu Wanning get used to his love little by little, and finally give Chu Wanning the shiver of soul union.

He has made many plans and had many thoughts.

Even envisioned countless times when and where their first real union would be, whether the sky was filled with haze or stars, whether the window pane fell with begonias or almond blossoms.

But the only thing he didn't expect was this.

Love and lust mingle, skin to skin, and for the first time in their lives their union is so absurd, painful, and crazy.

Both of them were extremely tired, and as Mo Ran lay beside him, a very special feeling grew up in his chest, as if something white was trembling violently in his heart, and then the earth cracked and the sky collapsed, as if a hundred-year-old tree had been uprooted and broken out with rustling mud.

That pure thing, which seemed to be wrapped around something foul and horrible in his heart, struggled frantically outwards, and two things, one black and one white, broke free from his body at great speed.

He didn't know exactly what the two things that had escaped from his heart were, and he didn't have time to think much about it, because Chu Wanning said, "You go out first."

Mo Ran did not speak and did not know what to say.

Without saying a word, he slowly picked up the clothes that were scattered all over the floor and silently put them back on for Chu Wanning.

The clothes lasted a long time because he was almost afraid to move too much of Chu Wanning's body, and the overly ridiculous marks were a sure sign of what he had just done and what Chu Wanning would be like at the moment.

He was also afraid to look at Chu Wanning's face.

What could be in those eyes at the moment

Disappointment, resentment, emptiness

He didn't want to think about it any further.

It took Mo Ran a long time to get Chu Wanning's clothes back on, and by this time his head was aching and his body was drenched in cold sweat.

He didn't know where the pain was coming from, but it was probably something to do with the two things missing from his heart just now. He fought the pain and took Chu Wanning's cold hand in his.

He didn't have the courage to look at Chu Wanning's face, so he just stared at the hand, stumbled for a long time, and asked softly, "Master has remembered everything."

"Hmm."

Mo Ran then froze for a moment.

He had a blank look on his face, a blank look like a homeless abandoned dog, and he was lost in thought for a moment before closing his eyes.

Having dreaded this event countless times, he was surprised to find such peace and tranquillity when the trial did come.

It was as if a jittery fugitive had finally been escorted into prison.

As he stood there in that bleak cell, he looked around him and saw that the nightmare he had feared and avoided had finally become a reality, and it was as if a stone had fallen from his heart.

There is never a peaceful night when you are on the run.

Instead, after falling into the net, it was finally a good night's sleep.

No more running away.

There is no more hope and no more apprehension.

It was a relief.

"I'm in a lot of turmoil, a lot of things are still unclear." Chu Wanning's voice was hoarse and his face even more pale than Mo Ran's, perhaps because of the intensity of his screaming, or perhaps because of the exhaustion of the past, "It's a mess."

Mo Ran plucked up the courage to raise her hand and rub his pale cheek.

Even though his own hands were shaking badly.

" Mo Ran" he murmured almost a little hollowly, " Fairy Tramper Emperor"

""

Suddenly his eyes closed, his eyelashes trembled and his brow became a river.

"Then forget about it for a while and get some sleep." Mo Ran's eyes were red and her fingers slid over his face and sideburns, "I'll stay with you."

Chu Wanning seemed to tremble slightly.

Mo Ran just felt his heart ache like a twinge.

"Don't be afraid, Master. It is I, not Fairy Tramper, and I will never hurt you again, never again."

For a moment, Mo Ran felt as if he was trying to say something to himself, as Chu Wanning lifted the shade of his eyelashes, a moist sheen shimmering beneath those dark lashes.

But the words didn't come out in the end.

Chu Wanning closed his eyes and turned his face away at the last moment, his body curling up subconsciously.

"Master."

"I have one thing I want to ask you."

""

"If you had known that I was the one who gave you a jug of rice milk outside the Temple of No Mercy." Chu Wanning's voice is extremely tired, "All those years at Wushan Palace, would you have let me go"

This question is like a sharp-edged knife that pierces the lungs of the listener.

He knew that Chu Wanning already knew

In fact, it is also true that in his previous life he was quite obsessed with going to his benefactor's brother, Chu Wanning, who was in the harem, could not have been unaware of this.

In his previous life, Chu Wanning had seen all this, but he would not say that he had spent so many years together, and Chu Wanning had not told him the truth until today, when the pain finally overwhelmed him with devastating force.

Mo Ran's whole body trembled and he choked up, not knowing how to reply, but reaching out to embrace the person in front of him. But as soon as his hand touched it, he felt Chu Wanning's shoulders tremble slightly.

He was crying.

But Mo Ran knew that he never wanted to see it himself again.

After a while, Mo Ran couldn't take it anymore. He didn't know why Chu Wanning in his previous life had set up such a maze, but the strange feeling in his heart was becoming more and more vivid.

At that moment he suddenly noticed that a thin wisp of smoke seemed to be floating in his chest cavity, straight up between Chu Wanning's chest and back, so faint that he did not even notice it.

On closer inspection, I realised that the smoke, at one moment black and at another white as jade, flowed turbulently from my own heart, into Chu Wanning's heart.

What's all this

He notices that the blackness is constantly blocked out by Chu Wanning's body, gradually converging into an inky mass that is absorbed into a nearby incense burner.

What is it exactly

He tries to remind Chu Wanning, but finds that Chu Wanning has somehow passed out again. The sheer volume of past life memories is overwhelming, not to mention the jumble of memories that have to be rewound and reorganised in Chu Wanning's mind.

"Master."

How does the pain hurt so much it seems like there are two forces in the heart doing the tug of war. The black and the white, the pure and the filthy.

With dark brows furrowed, Mo Ran struggled to his feet, walked over to the smoker and shakily lifted the lid.

The last thing he saw before he lost consciousness was the black gas that had been flowing out of the incense burner, gradually coalescing into the form of a black, heavily petalled flower.