Chapter 25: This Seat Hates Him to Death

Chu Wanning's words "get out" stuck in his throat, and his grim face remained silent for a long time before he finally replaced them with a slow, "get in."

"Hey, you left your door unlocked," Mo Ran said as he pushed in as if nothing had happened, intent on making up with him after a long day of cold war. Chu Wanning sat expressionlessly at the table, lifting his eyes and glancing at him indifferently.

To be honest, Mo Ran is a very good-looking man, and when he walks through the door, the whole room lights up. He is indeed very young, with taut skin that seems to glow lightly, and a natural curl to his mouth that looks like a smile even when he is not in the mood.

Chu Wanning took his eyes off Mo Ran without a word, his long eyelashes dropping as he raised his hand to extinguish a piece of incense that was lit on the table, before asking coldly.

"What are you doing here?"

"I've come to see your wound." Mo Ran coughed softly, his eyes fell on Chu Wanning's shoulder and he froze slightly, "It's changed."

Chu Wanning faded: "Hmm."

Mo Ran is speechless: ""

He did hold a grudge against Chu Wanning and was angry with him for injuring Shi Mei. But when he calms down, Mo Ran is not without a conscience, and despite his hatred, he has not forgotten how Chu Wanning hurt his shoulder.

In that suffocating coffin, it was Chu Wanning who held herself tightly in her arms, shielding herself from the ghostly MC's claws and not letting go even though she was trembling with pain.

Mo Ran was disgusted by Chu Wanning.

But apart from the loathing, somehow, it was always mixed with some very mixed emotions as well.

He was a rude man who had not studied as a child, and although he had since acquired some literary knowledge, he still tended to be unable to turn his head when it came to many delicate matters, especially when it came to relationships.

In the case of Chu Wanning, for example, Mo Ran was stroking his head for so long that the back of his head was going bald, but he couldn't figure out what the feeling was.

He can only simply recognise a certain emotion: like, hate, hate, happy, unhappy.

When several emotions are mixed together, the Fairy Tramper emperor of the wise Shenwu becomes completely misty-eyed.

Can't figure it out, don't understand it, don't know it, help, my head hurts.

So Mo Ran didn't bother to think about it, and he didn't have the time to study anyone other than Shi Mei anyway.

He made a mental note to Chu Wanning that he would pay him back twice as much when he got the chance, but at the same time, he felt guilty and was at war with himself, and finally knocked on Chu Wanning's door.

He doesn't want to owe Chu Wanning.

But Chu Wanning is more stubborn and ruthless than he thinks.

Mo Ran stared at the pile of bloodstained cotton gauze on the table, the basin full of hot water stained red with blood, and the sharp knife tossed casually aside with bloody flesh still hanging from its tip, and his head spun.

How on earth did this man manage to heal himself?

Is he really able to clear the rotten flesh without blinking his eyes and cut it?

When I think of Shi Mei's painful moans and tears in the corners of her eyes when I was cleaning her wound, even though Mo Ran disliked Chu Wanning, I couldn't help but bow to him in my heart.

Elder Yu Heng is really a dominant and pure man, I'm convinced.

After standing in place for a while, Mo Ran broke the silence first. He coughed lightly twice, rubbed his toes on the floor, and said rather awkwardly, "I'm sorry for being at the Chen Residence just now, Master."

Chu Wanning does not speak.

Mo Ran stole a glance at him, "I shouldn't have yelled at you."

Chu Wanning still ignored him, the man's face was light and expressionless as ever, but inside he was aggrieved and just didn't say a word.

Mo Ran walked over and got close enough to see that Chu Wanning had wrapped his shoulders in a mess of cotton yarn and tied himself up like a crab.

""

And yes, how good can one expect a man who can't even wash his clothes to tie himself up

With a sigh, Mo Ran said, "Don't be angry, Master."

"Which one of your eyes sees that I'm angry," Chu Wanning said angrily.

Mo Ran :""

After a while.

"Master, that's not how you wrap a bandage."

And again, unceremoniously, "I need you to teach me."

Mo Ran :""

He raised his hand to help Chu Wanning unwrap the gauze and rewrap it, but hesitated as he thought he could get a big slap on the face if he touched him.

Chu Wanning was annoyed when he raised and lowered his hand, lowered it and raised it again, several times. He glared at him: "What are you doing? You want to hit me again?"

""It's true that I'd quite like to play, but not right now.

Mo Ran laughed and, regardless of the three or seven, suddenly reached over and held his shoulder down, dimples appearing at the corners of his mouth, "Master, let me re-bandage you."

Chu Wanning wanted to refuse, but Mo Ran's warm fingers were already on him, and he suddenly felt his mouth was too dry to speak, so his lips twitched slightly and he let him go.

The gauze was removed layer by layer, soaked in blood, and when it was all removed, the five holes were blindingly hideous.

Just looking at it was unsettling and many times worse than the gash on Shi Mei's face.

Mo Ran, for some reason, stared blankly for a moment and then suddenly asked softly, "Does it hurt?"

Chu Wanning lowered her long, slender eyelashes and simply said, "It's okay."

Mo Ran said, "I'll be gentle."

Chu Wanning didn't know what came to mind, and suddenly the earrings turned a little red. As a result, he was angry with himself again, thinking that he was really crazy and didn't know what he was thinking about all day, so his face stiffened and his temper got worse, and he said dryly, "As you wish."

The candlelight in the guest room crackled, and in the dim light, it was clear that some areas had not been ointmented at all, and Mo Ran was bewildered that Chu Wanning had survived to this day.

"Master."

"Hmm."

"What happened to you at the Chen family today? Why did you suddenly hit someone?" he asked as he applied the ointment.

Chu Wanning was silent for a moment and said, "Just angry."

Mo Ran asks, "What's got you all pissed off?"

Chu Wanning didn't want to argue with the younger generation, so he briefly told Mo Ran about Luo Xianxian's case. If it were me, I would have done a messy spell, lied to them that the evil spirits had been removed, and then left them to their own devices. Look at what you've done for such a lousy person, you don't know how to be flexible, and you've even injured Shi Mei "

Mid-sentence, Mo Ran suddenly stops. Both eyes are fixed on Chu Wanning and he is silent.

He was so careful with the bandages that he forgot about them for a moment and spoke to Chu Wanning in the same tone of voice he had when he was thirty-two years old, without realising it.

Chu Wanning has obviously noticed, too, and he is looking at Mo Ran with a sidelong glance and the familiar "I'll smack you to death" look.

"Uh."

Before a response could be thought of, Chu Wanning had already opened his mouth.

He said very coldly, " Shi Mingjing is that what I want to fight?"

At the mention of Shi Mei, Mo Ran's otherwise lucid mind started to shaft and his tone hardened: "Didn't you hit that man?"

Chu Wanning regretted that blow, but he could not keep his face down, and at that moment he sulked and did not say a word.

Chu Wanning is a stubborn man and Mo Ran is an infatuated man, and their eyes meet and sparks crackle. The atmosphere, which had just eased up a little, became hopelessly stagnant again.

Mo Ran said, "Shi Mei is not at fault, Master, you have hurt him by mistake.

Chu Wanning narrowed his eyes dangerously, "You're questioning me."

"I didn't." Mo Ran paused, "I was just heartbroken that he suffered innocently without getting a word of apology from his master."

In the candlelight, the handsome young man puts the last bandage on Chu Wanning's wound and carefully ties the knot, looking as warm as he did a moment ago, but both of them are in a different state of mind. Chu Wanning, in particular, felt like a jar of vinegar had exploded in his chest, with a sour taste that was both angry and irritating.

Apology

How to write an apology, someone teach him

Mo Ran added, "It will take half a year for all the wounds on his face to heal, but when I was putting the medicine on him, he told me he didn't blame you.

This statement is tantamount to pouring fuel on the fire.

Chu Wanning held back for a moment, but finally couldn't hold back, and said in a hushed voice, "Get out."

Mo Ran :""

Chu Wanning said angrily, "Get out."

Mo Ran was blown out and the door slammed shut in his face, almost pinching his fingertips. Mo Ran was also furious, look, look at this person just let him apologise, his face was as precious as anything, the upper and lower lip touched and said sorry what is so difficult this seat is Fairy Tramper emperor this seat does not even begrudge to apologise to others. The Beidou is also an immortal prince, who inexplicably swallows gunpowder in the middle of a sentence.

No wonder no one cares about such a handsome face

I deserve to be single for the rest of my life.

Since Chu Wanning was ignoring him and closing the door on him, the high and mighty Fairy Tramper, the emperor of the human world, was certainly not going to roll around and sleep on the doorstep. Although he was a tough guy who couldn't get rid of himself, he was stuck to Shi Mei, not his master.

He left at once, full of concern, to go and keep Shi Mei company.

"Why are you back again," the beauty who had already laid down to rest froze when she saw Mo Ran enter and sat up, her long ink hair hanging down all over her body, "How is your master?"

"Good enough, and as grumpy as usual."

Shi Mei :""

Mo Ran brought a chair over and sat backwards, resting her hand on the back of the tai chi chair, a lazy smile on her lips as she looked back and forth at Shi Mei with her long soft hair loose.

Shi Mei said, "I'd better go and see him."

"Wow, you don't want to get carried away." Mo Ran rolled her eyes, "It's mean."

"You've made him angry again."

"He needs people to mess with he can get angry with himself, I think he's a man made of wood, a little bit and he burns straight up."

Shi Mei shook her head, weeping and laughing.

Mo Ran said, "Get some rest, I'll go downstairs and borrow a kitchen and make you some food."

Shi Mei said, "What's all the fuss about? You haven't slept all night."

"Haha, I'm in good spirits." Mo Ran laughed, "But if you can't leave me alone, I can stay with you a little longer until you fall asleep."

Shi Mei waved her hand and said warmly, "No, I can't sleep if you're watching me like this, so go to bed early and don't get tired."

The curve of his mouth faltered slightly, Mo Ran was a little sad.

Although Shi Mei treats him gently, she always maintains a somewhat unsettling and distant attitude, as if she is close to him, but he is like the moon in a mirror, a flower in water, unattainable.

"Okay." Eventually it was just a matter of trying to fight the urge to smile, Mo Ran's smile was wide, the man was actually silly and cute when he wasn't flooded with bad stuff, "Call me if you need anything, I'll be next door, or downstairs."

"Hmm."

Mo Ran lifted her hand to touch his hair, but finally resisted. The hand spun in mid-air and scratched his head.

"I'm off."

When he left the house, Mo Ran couldn't help but sneeze.

He sniffled.

The Butterfly Town is an inexpensive place to buy incense, so there is no skimping on the price of incense, and each room is lit with a long stick of special incense to ward off evil spirits, to remove dampness, and to fragrance the room.

But when Mo Ran smells incense, he feels bad, but Shi Mei likes it, so he puts up with it.

When he came downstairs, Mo Ran wandered over to the shopkeeper, slipped him a silver ingot, narrowed his eyes and said with a smile, "Shopkeeper, make it easy for me."

The shopkeeper looked at the silver and smiled more politely than Mo Ran: "Your Mightiness, what can I do for you?"

Mo Ran said, "I don't see many people coming here for breakfast, so I've given you the opportunity to negotiate, and I'll be using the kitchen this morning, so please return the other customers."

Earlier can earn a few money ah half a month may not be able to earn back a silver yuan treasure, the shopkeeper immediately eyebrows smile, full of promise, led the swaggering Mo Weiyu, went to the inn's kitchen.

" Your Mightiness If you're going to cook your own food, why don't you let our cooks do it, they're very good."

"No." Mo Ran smiled, "Has the boss heard of Xiangtan's Zuiyu Building?"

"Ah it's that famous building of Rakugo that went overboard a year or so ago"

Mo Ran: "Hmm."

The boss took a peek outside to make sure his daughter-in-law was busy and not eavesdropping, so he sniggered, "How come I haven't heard of the most famous restaurant by the Xiangjiang River, which used to have a music leader who was famous all over the world.

Mo Ran smiled and said, "I'm grateful for the compliment, I'll thank her for that."

"For her, for her" the shopkeeper was puzzled, "do you know her?"

Mo Ran said, "More than that."

"Wow Your Mightiness can't see it, hey but you monks, can you also eh"

Mo Ran interrupted with a smile, "Do you know anything other than Le Quai?"

"Well the food is said to be one of a kind too."

Mo Ran curled his mouth and smiled brighter as he skilfully picked up his kitchen knife and said, "I worked in the kitchen of the Zuiyu Building for years before I became a monk. Do you think your cooks make good food, or do you think I make good food?"

The shopkeeper was even more astonished and incoherent: " Your Mightiness is truly"

It's so half-heartedly really not out.

Mo Ran squinted at him, his mouth curled in that subdued yet smug smile, his demeanour lazy, "Get out, this chef is going to cook."

Not knowing he was talking to the former Lord of Darkness, the shopkeeper cheekily said, "I've heard so much about the delicacy of the Zuiyu Building, I wonder if Your Mightiness could give me a taste of it when it's ready."

He thought it was not too much to ask and Mo Ran would surely agree.

Who knows, Mo Ran narrowed his eyes and smiled wickedly, "Want some?"

"Hmm."

"Mo Ran grunted with pride and muttered, "Is it easy for me to cook for someone? I made this especially for Shi Mei.

He muttered as he flipped out a radish and started cutting it.

""The shopkeeper, embarrassed by the defeat, stood rubbing his hands together, smiling for a while, and then went out.

He muttered in his mind, too.

I'm afraid that at this young age, I haven't even formed my spirit core yet. He is not even a female Daoist, but there is no female Daoist among those who are with him today.

The shopkeeper rolled his eyes.

It is assumed that the person is sick, very sick.

Mo Ran worked in the kitchen for two hours, and it was nearly noon before she called it a day and rushed upstairs to get Shi Mei up.

As he passes the Chu Wanning room, he slowly stops in his tracks.

Should I ask him to eat with me?

Mo Ran bristled with contempt as he thought of Chu Wanning's nasty nature.

No more shouting, there's only so many of them, he has no part to play