Chapter 244: [Dragon Blood Mountain] Snake Shedding

Lonely Moonlit.

The monks who had escaped from Dragon Mountain were treated by Drug Clan disciples to remove the heartworm and bandage their wounds. But the air smelled dead.

Xue Meng sits on the beach at Linling Island, his Dragoncity scimitar in his lap, watching in awe as the tide ebbs and flows.

Suddenly there were footsteps behind him and he turned around, eyes wide and full of hope, but when he saw who was coming, he was immediately disappointed and returned his gaze to the vast ocean.

Mei Hanxue sits down next to him.

"Your father received a summons to return to the summit of death and life. He was in a hurry and asked me to come and tell you."

""

"Your father and you, both seem to be in a bad mood."

"Fuck off if you know."

Mei Hanxue didn't roll, but threw him a sheepskin jug bag: "Drink?"

Xue Meng looks back in anger, like a hedgehog with sharp needles up: "Drink your head off I'm not that degenerate"

Mei Hanxue is smiling, his soft golden hair is gentle in the sea breeze, his eyes are like pale jasper, like two pools of green water, falling with the remnants of flowers.

"I'm just drinking, how degenerate." Mei Hanxue lifted her hand and ran it through her hair, the silver bell tied around her wrist, "I've heard that you're not allowed to buy sex at the top of death and life, but you can get drunk."

""

"I heard that Chu Wanning loved the pearly whites, you're his pupil, how can you not learn half as much as he did?"

Xue Meng gave him a hard look and opened his mouth as if to curse something, but in the end he did not curse anything, grabbed the wine bag and untied it, taking a large gulp.

"So boozy. This is Snow Walk Palace's shochu and it tastes most "

"Pfft," the young master sprayed most of his mouth in one go and turned blue, "cough, cough, cough, cough."

"" Mei Hanxue pursed her lips and seemed a little surprised, "Are you not allowed to drink"

Xue Meng was so ashamed that she pushed away his hand that was trying to take back the wine bag and tilted her head back to take another swallow.

Mei Hanxue was a little overwhelmed: "I don't know, forget it, stop drinking."

"Fuck off."

"Give me the jug."

"Get lost" Xue Meng was so agitated that he was angry at Mei Hanxue, "I'll drink when you tell me to, I'll stop when you tell me to, where's my face I don't want my face"

With that, he slapped his cheek so hard that he was already a little drunk.

There is a rumour at the top of the world that Master Chu is a thousand-drinker master, and that young master Xue is a one-drinker master.

Mei Hanxue is not from the top of death and life, so naturally he does not know this saying, and if he did he would not have plied him with strong wine.

Xue Meng clutches his wine sac after vomiting and drinks again, this time gulping down four or five mouthfuls before gasping for breath, followed by a more ugly look.

Mei Hanxue immediately took back the wine bag and said with a frown, "Stop drinking and go back to rest, you've been alone for a long time with the sea breeze."

But Xue Meng was insistent: "I want to wait for someone to come back."

""

"I I" Xue Meng's eyes glared straight at him, and after a moment of glaring, he suddenly burst into tears, "You don't understand, you don't understand, I wait for my brother, I wait for my master, I wait for Shi Mei you know what four people, one less is not right, one less is not what it was "

Mei Hanxue knows how to comfort women.

It's just a few words of advice and a vow to the right person.

But he never comforted the men.

Xue Meng doesn't need comforting either, he's just been holding it in for a long time and when the booze kicks in, it finally breaks, he just wants to let it out.

"Four people, only one left, now I'm the only one left I feel bad inside. Shit, do you understand"

Mei Hanxue sighed and said, "I understand."

"You're a liar, you know there's a ghost." Xue Meng cried, suddenly burying his head in a howl as he clung to the Dragoncity knife like it was the last dead log, a floating blade of grass.

The liar didn't know how to persuade, so he added, "Well, then, I don't understand."

"Heartless dog, why don't you understand" There is no reasoning with a drunk, Xue Meng raised her face again and glared at him fiercely, teary-eyed but vicious, "What is it that you don't understand that you don't understand?"

He held out his fingers, "Four."

Removing one, then another, and when the third was removed, he broke down again, as if that third finger was his tear duct, and Xue Meng said, "There's one left, there's one left for me. Do you get it?"

Mei Hanxue :""

He didn't want to be a liar or a heartless dog, so knowing and not knowing he couldn't answer, he simply kept quiet.

Xue Meng stared at him for a long moment before turning her head again, "Vomit."

The most flamboyant of them all, Mr. Mei, was the first one who, after staring at his face for a moment, actually threw up.

Mei Hanxue had a slight headache: "What's wrong with you? When I gave you fishy grass as a child, you threw up. When you grew up, I gave you Kunlun wine and you threw up again. It really is harder to serve than a girl."

He looked at the man who had leaned over and vomited so hard he couldn't even breathe, and his light turquoise eyes were full of helplessness: "All right, when you've finished cursing and vomiting, go back and rest. Your brother or your master or your friends will not like to see you like this."

He said, and got up to help Xue Meng.

Xue Meng was probably a little weak from the vomiting, and his feet were floating, and he didn't try to break away from the arms that were holding him.

Mei Hanxue took him across the long coast and through the back door of Lonely Moonlit, ready to take him inside to rest.

But before she even entered the door of the flower room, Mei Hanxue felt a heavy murderous intent in the air.

Xue Meng was caught off guard and let out a cry, but Mei Hanxue covered her mouth tightly.

"Don't say a word."

"Hands off I want to vomit" is a barely audible grunt.

Mei Hanxue said, "Swallow it."

Xue Meng :""

Fearing that the drunken man might cause trouble, Mei Hanxue raised his hand to Xue Meng's lips and cast a silencing spell, before he turned his face sideways, his pupils turning to look into the flower room.

The scene in front of him, however, stunned him instantly.

Mo Ran

By this time most of the sect heads and elders had already returned to their respective sects, Dragon Mountain was in a state of shock and they urgently needed to reinforce the boundaries of their territories.

But Lonely Moonlit still has a number of wounded monks, all of whom are now gathered in the floral hall, staring in horror at the man standing in the centre of it.

"Tsk." Mo Ran, clad in a black and gold cloak, narrowed his pupils and looked around him, "Look at all these familiar faces, I never thought I'd see you all standing here alive again after all these years."

Someone mustered up the courage to shout at him, "Mo, Mo Weiyu, what are you suddenly mad about? Are you in a nightmare?"

"Crazy" Mo Ran's thin lips parted in a cold smile, "Talking to this seat like that, you're the one who's crazy."

After the words were spoken, the crowd saw a flash of black light and the man stood frozen in place as a gush of blood gushed out of his chest and soared straight to the zenith.

"Killing, killing."

" Mo Ran what did you do"

Some even shouted with torn hearts, "Quickly, go and get Master Jiang to come quickly, go and get Master Jiang to come"

"Oh," Mo Ran lifted his eyes slowly, "Jiang Xi ah, Master Jiang."

""

"This man's level is good, it's always no problem to rank in the top ten of the people this seat has killed."

"What the hell are you babbling about?"

Mei Hanxue also felt that something was wrong, this was not at all the Mo Zongzi he had seen, this man was raging with resentment and there was a fierce aura all over his body.

But no matter how you look at it, it looks exactly like Mo Ran, and the voice is exactly the same.

A Lonely Moonlit elder in the foyer said, "Master Mo, I'm afraid you've been cursed by Dragon Mountain's magic dragon.

The conversation was interrupted before it was finished.

"What do you mean?" Mo Ran narrowed his eyes, "Old man, are you beating around the bush and calling me sick?"

Elder: ""

"Since you want to be cured so much, I will help you. There are no patients in the world, starving to death as a doctor, this truth I understand." As he said that, the black shadow swept away, and in a flash the flower hall was filled with screams and splashes of blood.

By the time Mo Ran brushed his black robe and stood calmly back in the centre of the hall, on the dark red duropean carpet, the whole hall was already full of missing arms, broken legs, and some even more miserable people, whose hearts, livers, spleens and stomachs had been ripped out and they died violently.

Mo Ran looked at the elder who had collapsed to the ground and said, "Well, are you happy that so many patients were sent to you for treatment?"

"Mo Mo Weiyu "

"Happy opening, congratulations and prosperity." Mo Ran spread her smile and then walked out in the crowd that was either rolling all over the floor or dead, "Oh yes."

At the door of the hall, he turned his face sideways to the men and said, "I almost forgot to mention that Upper Fairy World has been muddling along for centuries, so remember to tell your master that sooner or later I will raze all the sects of Upper Fairy World to the ground."

A hardened man hissed, " Mo Ran, you have no guts you only dare to come to the flower hall where the seriously injured monks are being treated, you are simply afraid to meet the other sects"

"Fear them." Mo Ran narrowed his eyes, "Even if you all join forces again and the army is overwhelmed. As long as I myself do not want to die, none of you will be able to hurt me"

"Mo Ran, are you crazy? Are you and Hua Binan in cahoots? What are you trying to do?"

Mo Ran's dimples were deep and his eyes were glowing, and it took a moment before he said slowly and deliberately, "You asked me what I wanted."

A strange glint seemed to flash across his handsome face, before he closed his eyes.

"What this seat wants, then, is not even clear to itself. In any case, no one in this world can give it to me, and no one can make me happy anymore." He said indifferently, "I have been a walking corpse for so many years that I have no desire to ask for anything. But if you have to ask one."

He broke into an abrupt smile.

Lifting his eyes, the dark pupils seemed to glow with a scarlet sheen.

"Watch you die."

The room was stunned. Mo Ran's eyes swept over the white faces and he could no longer hold back his laughter, "It's been a long time since I've seen such a funny sight, it's quite lively."

" Mo Ran you really are crazy"

"You've said that for the second time." Suddenly the smile tightened and in the blink of an eye, Mo Ran had swept up behind the man and slapped him down with one hand, splattering his brains in an instant!

"Ah."

Amidst the shrieks, Mo Ran lifted his handsome, blood-spattered face to reveal a pair of treacherous, bestial eyes that raked through the crowd as if they were scattered by birds.

"If I don't go crazy, I'm afraid I'll be disrespecting your good intentions."

The man he called Your Excellency had his head shattered and his face covered in blood, but Mo Ran did not even bother to look at him, as if he had eaten an ordinary meal, calmly and coldly looking around at the crowd.

"Well, that's enough of killing fools for today." The corners of his mouth slowly swept up into a smile again as he casually pushed the corpse aside and kicked it, "People, it's always tedious to kill them all at once. If you die too many times, I will be lonely. I'll leave you to live for a few days."

After a pause, he continued, "Whenever your hands get itchy, you can crush a head for fun."

In a smear of blood, he paced slowly out of the hall, and when he reached the door, he looked sideways again: "Until then, remember to keep your heads."

With a loud laugh, he wrapped his cloak around him and swept up to the eaves, his figure quickly disappearing behind the arch.

Three days later.

In the Dragon Blood Mountain chamber, Mo Ran and Chu Wanning are still unconscious from the effects of the spell. But the incense burner suddenly cackled and black smoke and blood poured from it, followed by a harsh, piercing scream that echoed through the cave.

Mo Ran's eyes snapped open and he woke up with a start.

There was no more pain in his heart, no more injury, and the thin smoke of mystery that had previously connected him to Chu Wanning had cleared.

"Master."

He immediately got up, but suddenly saw that a third person had entered the stone cave at some point.

The man was standing in front of the stone table with his back to him, examining the scorched smell of the incense burner, his figure long and handsome, indescribably beautiful. He lifted the lid, and with a long, white hand he took a thousand-petalled flower out of it and held it in his palm for inspection.

"It's pretty thoroughly destroyed." He said softly, and then with the force of his two fingers, he crushed the black flower into powder.

The man looked at the white light with his hands in the air and was somewhat grateful: "Well, it's fortunate that when I made this flower, a piece of my own soul was fused inside. If that soul hadn't shown me the way, it wouldn't have been easy to find this cave in this vast expanse of heaven and earth."

The white light seemed to understand his words and coiled around the man, but the colour became fainter and fainter, and finally faded away completely.

Mo Ran said hoarsely, "You are"

Hearing the movement, the man put down the smoker and sighed, "Awake"

"Who are you?"

The man said faintly, "Who else do you think I could be."

His voice sounded familiar, but Mo Ran had just woken up and was still a little dazed, as if he had been dreaming a thousand years ago, so he didn't respond for a while.

Who can this person be?

From what he said, it seems to be related to the mysterious black flower, and refining floral compulsions is what Lonely Moonlit is best at is Hua Binan

When he thought of Hua Binan, he immediately thought of Shi Mei, and Mo Ran was struck by a wave of hatred, but before he could speak, the man turned back to him.

The stone cave was dimly lit, but as the man turned his face, the room was instantly filled with glory; he was truly beautiful.

This person's long hair, which she is used to letting fall, is now tied up in a high bundle, and the finely embroidered monogrammed scarf is placed squarely in front of her forehead.

It was such a beauty, but Mo Ran's shock was like a thunderstorm, and two words came out like sharp arrows cutting through the dead silence.

" Shi Mei "

It's Shi Mei! It's Shi Mei!

The gorgeous man stroked his hair and said, "Mo Ran, are you so surprised to see me?"

The blood flowing against her periosteum, the buzzing in her cranium, Mo Ran's mind is spinning, unable to guess why Shi Mei is suddenly here and why she has such a strange expression on her face.

His whole body was frozen, the words stuck in his throat, and in the end, the first thing he hesitated to say was, "Your eyes."

"No injuries." Shi Mei smiled and walked towards Mo Ran, "I came, to meet the one I adore, who would like me if I were blind and ugly"

""

Mo Ran slowly recovered from his teasing demeanour and was unable to speak for a moment, her shock was like a black cloud over the city and her mind went blank.

"How did you get to be your cold-scaled sage?"

A sudden flood of anger rises in his heart.

There is nothing more painful than being betrayed by someone you have spent a lot of time with.

"Where are the Cold Scale Sage Hands?"

"Oh, him." Shi Mei laughed, "There's no rush to explain."

He said, taking one step forward until he was right next to Mo Ran.

Shi Mei smiled, "I'd rather talk to the person I adore first than talk about the Cold Scale Sage, after such a big twist."

Mo Ran was extremely angry and chilled, and his face became more and more blue: "Between you and me, what else is there to talk about."

The handsome, refined man laughed softly, "Well," he said, his eyes soft and smoky as he stared at Mo Ran's face, "you and I are of opposite temperaments, so there is really nothing to talk about."

As he said this, he walked past Mo Ran and up to Chu Wanning. Before Mo Ran could react, Shi Mei reached out a long, delicate hand and touched Chu Wanning's cheek.

"" Mo Ran's mind was at a loss, still not understanding what this meant.

Shi Mei gazed at Chu Wanning and said softly, as if no one was watching, "Master, that reckless man hurt you, didn't he?

The tips of her oniony fingers nudged the lower lip of the sleeping man, and Shi Mei narrowed her eyes, beautiful as ever but like hemlock.

"It's good to have your memory back. Some of those tamperings you made at the beginning I still can't figure out, and with you awake, we can still teach each other tricks."

After a pause, he smiled and said, "In your last life, you had done everything you could to conceal the truth and bullied your disciples so badly. If it had been someone else who had tormented me like that, I wouldn't have died a hundred times, but you went against me and I still loved you."

He said, glancing at Mo Ran for a moment before actually leaning down to give Chu Wanning a kiss on the cheek and dropping his eyes with a sigh, "Who made me like you. My good master."