Chapter 276: [Tianyin Pavilion] I'll Martyr You

The torture chamber is solemn. The fragments of Mo Ran's spirit core are constantly being pulled out and dug up.

Piece after piece.

He endured it with a fierce patience, one thing to pay for his sins, another to show weakness, unwilling to call up pain in front of Mu Yanli, who was like a rock.

The pain is too deep and the sea of suffering is too deep.

Suddenly, a voice was heard in surprise, springing up like thunder in the skull.

" Mo Ran "

Impossible, how can it be

How could it be him?

I must have been in too much pain, my mind was hallucinating, and my consciousness was lost.

" Mo Ran "

There was a clamour around them, as if someone was shouting, shouting, the sky was blowing, and Mu Yanli's hands stopped.

Mo Ran shuddered and raised her head as hard as she could

He saw his deity, the dragon, swooping down from the high heavens.

He saw his deity dressed in white, as if he were an exile.

As he got closer, the face by the corner of the dragon became clear, and Mo Ran's heart suddenly throbbed, hurting him more than if he had been stabbed with a knife.

He saw his deity crying, Chu Wanning was crying.

"Master."

Blood flowing from a chest wound, Mo Ran struggles to get up, ring clasps clanking.

Chu Wanning leaps down from the giant dragon and the moment he lands in front of the boundary of the torture platform, the paper candle dragon turns into a dazzling golden light and returns to the charm.

" Yu Heng "

"Master."

" Elder Yu Heng "

Everyone on the bleachers at the top of Death and Life stood up, and people from the remaining sects also rose in astonishment, even the people in cloth said in astonishment, "Is this the rumoured Beidou Immortal Sovereign?"

"It's Mo Ran's master."

"I thought they said it was a clean break."

Chu Wanning's eyes were already red, and he was even more devastated when he saw the blood and spirit core fragments in the silver tray.

His throat was hoarse and he tried to speak, but before he could, he was choking.

"You can't do this to him."

There was an uproar in all directions.

"What is he talking about?"

"Is he crazy, Mo Ran? He's a heartless murderer."

Every word was like a sharp knife cutting into Chu Wanning's heart, every accusation like an awl into Chu Wanning's chest.

It hurts like hell.

Chu Wanning looks at the man in the Tianyin Pavilion, the man whose dark eyes are moist and silent as he gazes at himself, the man whose heart has been cut open and whose spiritual core has been destroyed.

The man who didn't know he was wronged by the time he was accused.

So silly.

Chu Wanning's lips were parted and his body trembled.

His hand pressed against the transparent boundary of the Tianyin Pavilion, he choked out, "Wrong verdict, wrong verdict."

Don't stab him with a dagger, stab me.

Zap me

It is said that Fairy Tramper is heartless, Mo Weiyu is meticulous.

In a previous life, everyone was so vocal and vindictive that they could not wait for him to die. In this life, I am worried day and night, unable to escape my inner condemnation.

But who knows the truth?

Mu Yanli seems to be in a hurry, and after the initial shock, he immediately raises his knife again, the tip of which is dripping with blood and stars.

Mo Ran murmured, "Don't look."

With a poof, the dagger entered the heart again and blood spurted out.

Chu Wanning's pupils closed suddenly, and after a long moment, his voice cracked and hissed through the clouds: "No."

The golden light was instantaneous and the wind surged up.

The dozens of high-ranking disciples maintaining the Tianyin Pavilion boundary were unable to withstand the blow, spitting out blood and dropping to their knees as the boundary burst apart. In a blinding flash of light, Chu Wanning, holding his sparkling Shenwu, swept straight towards the centre of the torture platform.

"Someone wants to rob a prisoner."

" Chu Wanning wants to rob a prisoner"

Mu Yanli immediately incorporated the spirit core fragments from the hard drive into his Qiankun bag and turned his head to give a stern order, "Stop him."

"Yes, Your Excellency."

The Tianyin Pavilion's golden waves swarmed against Chu Wanning's spiritual stream, and the monks in the stands were stunned, they had never seen Chu Wanning like this before!

The madness, the pathos.

There is no more sense.

Mu Yanli cursed as he saw Chu Wanning getting closer and closer, frost flashed in his eyes as he finally plucked out a piece of broken spirit core and put it into his Qiankun pouch, before his robes tugged and he turned back to face Chu Wanning.

"Master Chu, are you really going to save him? Have you thought it through? If you take this step, you and he will have to carry the blame from now on."

The light of the sword illuminated Mu Yanli's almond eyes as she stared at him.

The heavenly question strangled Mu Yanli's pearly blade, and in a flash there was a stream of light.

Chu Wanning bit off more than he could chew: "Then, let me stay with him."

A neatly written history of a hero.

But I just want to be with you, lying in the tyrant's biography or rotting in the list of fierce fury, it's all good.

I don't want future generations to talk about us as if I were a god and you were a ghost. I don't want future generations to write that you and I turned against each other and became enemies.

If I cannot redress your grievances.

Mo Ran, Mo Weiyu, Fairy Tramper .

I am willing to be scorned with you for all time.

It's too cold in hell.

Mo Ran, I've come to martyr you.

As the clouds converge, the dazzling light and shadows are already dazzling.

In the midst of the confusion, there were two "clang" sounds as Tian Man violently broke the chains that bound Mo Ran.

Mo Ran fell to her knees and into the warm arms of Chu Wanning.

His blood instantly stained his white coat.

Mo Ran, who had never shed a tear from the start, who had never choked up even when his heart was cut out of his chest, finally faltered at this moment, his hands trembling as he lifted and dropped them.

He wants so much to hold Chu Wanning, and so much to push Chu Wanning away. He desperately wants to be with Chu Wanning and not be separated from her, and he deeply desires that everything about Chu Wanning is good, always clean, and not about his own filth.

So he didn't know whether to hold, or to separate.

One hand trembled for so long, and finally cupped Chu Wanning's back carefully.

Mo Ran cried.

He said, "Why doesn't the Master blame me? Why did he save me?"

Chu Wanning felt his heart ache as he held the person in his arms tightly, no longer caring about the eyes around him, the people watching him, he didn't know what to say first.

"I'm so dirty I'll get you dirty too." Mo Ran whispered, his words tasting of blood, the more he cried the sadder he became, the man who never showed weakness in front of others, but in Chu Wanning's arms there was no more armour, "But I'm also afraid you won't want me anymore if even you don't want me. I wouldn't know where to go."

It is clearly Mo Ran's spiritual core that is broken, and it is Mo Ran's heart that is pierced.

But at this time, Chu Wanning felt his heart spasming, torn apart and bloodied by the torture.

It turns out that one sinew and one bone are already closely linked.

Around them, a large number of monks from the Tianyin Pavilion gathered around them, wrapping them up in a heavy pack and closing in on them.

Chu Wanning, dressed in white and bloodstained, holds the Heavenly Question in one hand and Mo Ran in the other.

Many of the rights and wrongs in the world are not easy to explain.

There is too much self-righteous justice.

There are also many calculations with evil intentions.

So, Qu Zi Huaisha, Miluo water weeps. Wu Mu contains injustice, and the wind and waves leave a legacy of hatred.

They can still be returned with a clean slate, but what about the more juvenile dandies not every wrongdoing can be spilled, and there are those who are black to the end, never to be reversed.

Chu Wanning held Mo Ran as he whispered, "Don't be afraid, I won't leave you."

"Master."

"I will always be with you, live or die, and I will take you home."

Having lost his healing spell, Mo Ran's consciousness was growing faint and his heart was aching, but his whole body shook at the words, then his lips parted and tears rolled down his face, but he smiled.

"I'm glad my basket is full when you treat me so well," he paused, his voice trailing off.

"Master, I'm so sleepy I'm cold"

Chu Wanning's body trembled imperceptibly, and the hand that he held Mo Ran with increased force, sending a steady stream of his own spiritual energy in, but to no avail.

Just as in a previous life, on top of Kunlun Mountain, Fairy Tramper held her dying self and tried to save his life.

Not used.

Chu Wanning was very distraught, his phoenix eyes were wet and red, tears rolled silently down his face, yet he still stroked his hair, turned his face sideways, kissed the corner of his cold wet forehead and said hoarsely, "Don't sleep, tell me, what basket"

The faces of those who approached were full of caution, contempt, coldness, wariness, disgust and disgust.

But so what.

Nothing matters any more.

Reputation, dignity, life.

For two lifetimes, he had watched Mo Ran fall into the abyss and could do nothing about it. He only felt so much pain and felt like such a failure.

It was he who came late.

Mo Ran gently, his consciousness already lapsing, his blood flowing more and more, his body getting colder and colder, he said softly, "I only have a small basket a small basket with holes in it that are empty fished for a long time"

He subconsciously tried to curl up.

Green and white lips mumbled and whimpered.

"Master's heart hurts."

"Give me a hug, please."

Chu Wanning's heart ached and he just kept saying, "I'm holding you, it doesn't hurt anymore, it doesn't hurt anymore."

But Mo Ran can no longer hear, Mo Ran's consciousness is in turmoil.

It's all a mess.

Like the child in the woodshed all those years ago who had no one to turn to, no food or clothing, like the child in the mass grave who knelt and howled and cried out beside the rotting corpse of his mother.

Like the Fairy Tramper emperor who will never return.

Like the solitary figure under the Tongtian Tower.

Like the Ink Patriarch who fights his sword and waits alone for his soul to return.

Like the man curled up on his couch on a rainy night with a wet pillow.

"I'm in so much pain it really hurts."

"Master, have I paid it all back have I been clean"

It is getting blurred.

"Master."

At the end, the naked son, the teenager, the demon, the tyrant, the tiny apprentice, choked up, slowly, with a voice like a cloud of smoke.

"It's getting dark and I'm scared I want to go home"

Chu Wanning had been listening to him, and by now, was sobbing uncontrollably.

Mo Ran, Mo Ran, why are you so stupid?

What's clean, what's clean

It's me who owes you.

No one knows the truth, even your own memory has been erased.

But I finally knew

I finally realised that you had only been my apprentice for a few months, but had spent two lifetimes protecting me.

Carrying all the name calling, the charges, the misconceptions, the slander.

Forced to become mad, insane, bloodthirsty and filthy.

If it were not for you, I would be the one kneeling on this penitentiary today, and it would be me who would have my heart cut out.

It was the Fairy Tramper Emperor who used his soul to protect Yu Heng at night.

From then on he fell into darkness forever.

And he stays long in the light. All wrong.

Just then, the Tianyin Pavilion's elite, like a cheetah on the prowl for a long time, finally emerged, their claws tearing through the air as more than a hundred men pounced on them.

The golden light of the heavenly question is so intense that it is pale and white to the point of blinding.

"Kill them."

"Stop them."

Chu Wanning Eyes closed.

The sound of killing on all sides

The people around him rose up to attack, and in the shadow of the sword and the blood, Chu Wanning's eyes opened suddenly, and then he sank one hand and opened his five fingers, and in a flash the wind swept up, and he shouted sternly: " Huaisha, call in".