Chapter 250: [Dragon Blood Mountain] Obsession - [The Husky and His White Cat Shizun]

Only when it is late at night, in the Wushan Palace, deep in the curtain, when Mo Ran is asleep, does Chu Wanning rise and touch Mo Ran's pale face.

Only then could I say softly, "I'm sorry, I didn't protect you well."

It was me who failed to protect you.

Makes you a pawn of others.

He became a tyrant reviled by all.

No one in the world knows your true face, that you were good, that you were innocent, that you struggled to save the earthworms on a rainy day, that you smiled brightly at the opening of a pond full of lotus flowers.

Everyone in the world complains that you are cold-blooded and heartless, but you do not know that you once blushingly scratched your head and said, "I am not capable of anything.

Everyone hates you for killing and slaughtering, but I don't know that you once told me, "Master, I want a Shenwu like the Heavenly Question. It can tell black from white, and it can save lives."

Whoever curses you, everyone will be punished.

I know the truth, but I cannot return your dignity.

A man like Mo Ran is always sensitive to glances, even when he's asleep. His eyelids twitched, and before Chu Wanning could respond, his eyes opened: "You."

The end is a four-eyed affair.

"What are you looking at?"

Chu Wanning was so tense that he didn't know how to react, so he rolled over and avoided looking at Mo Ran before saying, "Nothing."

Mo Ran did not speak and after a moment a warm body embraced him from behind, a firm, broad chest pressed against Chu Wanning's back.

In the darkness of the night Chu Wanning opened his eyes to the breeze blowing the robe before him and the hot bosom of the Fairy Tramper emperor behind him. The man's voice, which could not be described as mocking or languid, was faint: "You are so cold and sweaty."

He said, coming down to sniff at the side of his neck.

"Did you have a nightmare?" Mo Ran smiled softly, with the languor of someone first awake, "Smelled something scared."

Chu Wanning doesn't answer, but he does shiver minutely.

Not because he was afraid, but because the sadness and remorse were almost destroying him, and he had almost exhausted all his strength just to keep this last bit of composure.

He eventually managed to feint his way past Mo Ran, who didn't notice the difference, yawning and gradually waking up. He went back to sniffing Chu Wanning's shoulders and sideburns and gave a satisfied "mmm".

"But then again, this body of yours, how come even your sweat smells a little floral" he smirked, "just like a human form made of grass and wood."

The usual flirtation would have been met with a scolding of anger.

But on this night, Mo Ran waited for a while but did not hear a response from Chu Wanning. Surprised, he simply got up, turned Chu Wanning over and looked at him again, his broad, majestic form completely enveloping him, as if all his secrets were hidden from view.

His eyes looked into his.

At this moment, in this one place, they both have eyes only for each other.

In this dim light, Mo Ran stared at the handsome face that was so close at hand.

He still has the same stern sword brows, slanted phoenix eyes, high nose and natural arrogance between his eyebrows.

But for some reason, something just didn't feel right this evening.

"What's wrong with you," he said, reaching out and touching Chu Wanning's cheek. A shiver ran through his fingers and the person beneath him closed his eyes suddenly, holding back a thousand emotions.

Mo Ran is completely awake from sleep and sleep.

He felt stimulated.

Chu Wanning's furrowed brow, his thin aqua lips, his thin, brittle face, all of these things satisfied the desire to conquer in his chest.

But something vaguely unsettling made Mo Ran ask him again patiently, "What's wrong with you?"

Chu Wanning opens his eyes, a fine shimmer in his half-closed eyes.

The bitterness and anguish in his heart had nowhere else to go, and he finally said in a raspy voice: "How did we get to this point?"

"If it had been stopped earlier, would it have all been different."

Mo Ran did not answer, he found Chu Wanning quite ridiculous, having been defeated under himself for so long, married, made a concubine, and become his person.

Everything is settled, so why are you having these thoughts again tonight?

At night in the Wushan Palace there is no one but the feuding couple tangled deep within their tent. The scent of flowers wafting in through the windows makes Mo Ran feel lighter and less inclined to be angry with this ungrateful man.

He was much more patient with Queen Chu than he was with the Queen.

So he watched with interest Chu Wanning's patience and pain, and as he did so, his heart tingled, as if a fire had been rekindled.

So he had a rare laugh with it, with some laziness: " Wangning, if he had discovered earlier the first signs of my claim to the throne, how would he have wanted to stop it"

Fingertips caress down inch by inch. Fairy Tramper is sexy and languid: "Take the body?"

Mo Ran's eyes moistened and sunken as he watched an indefinable layer of complex emotions instantly appear in Chu Wanning's eyes, and after a moment, he cursed in a low voice.

He couldn't stand any temptation Chu Wanning gave him, whether intentional or not.

There was not much explanation and nothing was prepared.

He only followed his nature, which had not been written off by that cruel demon flower, to explore this familiar body that in fact naturally represented a seductive force for him.

Chu Wanning thought, "If the eight bitter hatreds were born of desire, could it be that my own mutilated body could somehow arouse Mo Ran's own passion?

He doesn't know.

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Very messy.

Everything is a mess.

Chu Wanning listened to Mo Ran's uncontrollable questions and kisses between his ears, as pain and loving frenzy mingled as if in a blinding storm.

For the first time in his life, he felt like a floating duck, unable to grasp anything, unable to control anything, unable to change anything.

This night, for the first time, he was so vulnerable.

What's worse is that although he doesn't answer, Mo Ran is quick to see by his actions and his look that he can't stand that position the most.

The bedding and pillows were all misplaced and slid to the ground, but the two of them couldn't care less about anything and seemed to have left everything behind.

This intermingling may even be described as loving.

The noise even made the palace staff on night duty outside blush a little when they saw Chu Wanning the next day, with some searching ambiguity in their eyes.

He lost it to him and he was stimulated by him to the point where his consciousness collapsed, all so natural, as if it should have been.

In fact, this is the first time in Chu Wanning's long history of house arrest that he has been with Mo Ran willingly and without the help of any external drugs.

In a trance, he heard Mo Ran say in a low voice, "It's only logical that we've come this far, and you know why."

"I've wanted you for a long time." Mo Ran's fingers dug into Chu Wanning's long, dark hair, "I hated the way you were so high and mighty, so cold, that no matter what I did, I couldn't please you."

Chu Wanning's eyelashes fluttered lightly, almost tingling.

The man was still murmuring at his hair and temples. He was the one who had been humiliated, but the man who had taken advantage of him looked at the past like a spiteful woman: "No matter how well I did, how hard I worked, you wouldn't even look at me."

Not really.

Between you and I, there was also a time of peace, a pot of wine among flowers, an umbrella held together in the rain, a moon in mid-autumn. But you have forgotten, and I cannot mention it again today.

"So, you see. Only by breaking your arms and legs, pulling out your bones, pulling out your claws and teeth, will you submit to me." Mo Ran kissed him, his tone frantic and passionate, "I can only oppress you, torture you, overcome you and trample you like this if I am the Fairy Tramper Emperor."

The power that represents conquest and possession still burns hot, pulsing through flesh and blood.

"To see you like this now." Mo Ran whispered, "It's worth it, even if I'm condemned to hell and no life beyond. It's exciting enough."

He stroked Chu Wanning's hair and did not relent in the end.

It was from this day onwards that Mo Ran started the habit of not coming out, even when he knew Chu Wanning would be sick and that it would be bad in one way or another.

There was a hot, dry fire in his heart, splashing with desire and hideous with animalism.

Only Chu Wanning is his water, his box, the one he wants to tear apart and kiss the limbs of.

Chu Wanning, after the initial pain, finally begins to sink in, and slowly begins to be left alone, sorting through all the known clues and pondering what the person behind the planting of Mo Ran's long-hated flower is up to, and what he ultimately wants.

On the other hand, Chu Wanning was reluctant to give up, despite the fact that the book states that it is impossible to pull out the long-hated flower by the third stage.

He has never been stubborn and defiant.

He is not resigned to his fate.

And so, day after day passed.

With the loss of psychic powers, Chu Wanning had a hard time doing anything, not to mention not letting a second person know about it.

It's hard to find out who's behind it, and it's impossible to eradicate the long-hated flower, but it's becoming clear that the man is manipulating Mo Ran for a purpose

Because Mo Ran started practising the Time and Space Birth and Death Gate.

"Rebirth is not something that this seat can practice."

I remember Mo Ran standing at the window that day with his hands folded, looking out at the chirping orioles, and saying indifferently, "Reading the scrolls, it says that only those with a heavy Yin energy may learn it." With that, he looked back at Chu Wanning, "I'm going to practice the First Forbidden Art."

"The Gate of Life and Death in Time and Space"

"What else could it be."

"There's no way you're going to learn that."

Mo Ran then smiled, "You always have to try before you bow down. Nothing has been done to say what might not be possible."

Chu Wanning shook his head and said, "This first great forbidden art reverses the heavens and tears apart two unrelated red earths, never forbidden by the heavens"

Before he could finish, the conversation was cut short.

Mo Ran's expression was languid: "What is heaven's way, why should it allow me? In this life, what I don't believe in is fate."

He then set about putting it into practice. The First Forbidden Technique had been lost for a long time, and Mo Ran, who was one of the Nine Five, had only managed to receive a volume of the ancient early topography, and it was missing the most important section. Without the complete secret book, Mo Ran, even if his spiritual power was fierce, could only cultivate the Spatial Gate, and could not do anything at all to truly tear through space and time.

And it was then that Chu Wanning began to understand the intentions of the man who planted the flower compulsion on Mo Ran

It was certainly not for the sake of unifying the world. What he guessed was that the man's ultimate aim was to open the door of life and death in time and space. And it wasn't to open a small rift, I'm afraid it was to completely and utterly fuse the two red earths.

Only a very few people, such as Mo Ran, who were born with strong and dominant spiritual power, are able to do this.