Chapter 294: [The Top of Death and Life] An Infatuated and Stormy Night

This was not a good place to talk, and the Fairy Tramper took Chu Wanning with him and made his way back to the Wushan Palace in a flash. Xue Meng and the others were no longer there on the gable, and I suppose Mei Hanxue was smart enough to know what it meant to retreat.

Lifting their feet and kicking in the door, they entered the warm, dry interior of the great hall, wrapped in the wet and wind.

The light that had been left on to wait for Chu Wanning had gone out.

Fairy Tramper doesn't care, since moths don't put out fires, he can also be a hunting spider, with eight cheeks, and bring his prey to his nest.

He pushed Chu Wanning violently onto the bed and looked down from the top at the man who had not said a word and whose face was pale and blue, his eyes cold.

He felt he had a lot to say, but after moving his lips, all that came out was a salty, unpleasant, eerie statement.

"What, do I have to be like him before you'll look up at me again?"

He broke Chu Wanning's face and forced those dark eyes to look at him. Beneath his hands, the face was wet and cold.

" Chu Wanning, you better get one thing straight." He almost gritted his teeth, "There is no more Master Mo in this world. Even if you don't want to let him go, he can't come back."

Chu Wanning seemed to be pricked by a needle, and a vague shudder ran through his ever-numb expression. This reaction no doubt made Fairy Tramper even more jealous, and he suddenly became enraged, bullying his way in to block the other woman's cold lips.

From kissing to undressing, the man in front of him was a tough nut to crack, but after all those years of gnawing at him, he knew how to take it apart and eat it.

The resistance was the same as it had been in his previous life, and Fairy Tramper deflected his attack almost as easily as she had in her previous life, before reaching for the potion that was already on the bed and bringing it to his lips without a word.

"It is at least a reunion after a long time, and I don't want to see you looking reluctant. Here, eat it."

When Chu Wanning frowned and struggled, his eyes turned cold and his hands were so strong that they were almost cruel and violent, making Chu Wanning's lips bleed before he could barely get the potion into his mouth, and then immediately leaned down and sucked on those two thin lips.

His rough tongue reached in, pushing against the bone-softening pill, wet and strong, into Chu Wanning's throat.

"Mmm."

The heavy, rusty smell melted away from his lips as the soft, wet tongue pushed the pill against the opening of his throat and Chu Wanning, unable to break free, finally swallowed it whole.

When Mo Ran let go of him, he arched his back and coughed violently, gagging in disgust.

"So shallow in the throat"

""

"Why didn't you see you were going to spit it out when you bit it for him?"

Chu Wanning suddenly paled and stared back at Fairy Tramper's pale, sneering face as if she had seen a ghost in the daylight.

"What, did you think no one would know about all that stuff you were doing with him." Fairy Tramper said, looking smug and annoyed, "In fact, all those things you did. This seat knows better than anyone."

He said, stripping off his robe, which had been soaked by the heavy rain, and getting into bed. The soft animal skin blanket immediately sank in, and his broad, well-proportioned shoulders bowed slightly at the back, his arms propped up as he looked down at the man lying beneath him.

Wet hair fell from her forehead and rain dripped onto Chu Wanning's cheek, catching the eye of Fairy Tramper.

Fairy Tramper, her eyes dark, leans down, stretches out her tongue and licks away the crystalline droplets.

He felt Chu Wanning's body tense up suddenly and laughed softly, "Why are you still so sensitive?"

""If in the old days Chu Wanning would have ranted and raved and told people to get lost, now he was in mourning, just biting his lower lip and not saying anything or insulting.

But the tips of his fingers and the bones of his body still trembled slightly. He hated the fact that he could not help himself.

Seeing that he was in distress, Fairy Tramper began to take it easy, looking at the man's face, which was reddening from the shock and the drug, and said slowly, "Speaking of which, he hasn't been in your back much, has he?"

The hand trails downwards and whispers in the ear.

"Tell me, are you still as tight there, as you were before?"

He had a handsome face, yet he spoke such nasty words. His voice grew more and more compulsive, his fingertips stroked more and more, the drug was intensifying under his caresses, and Fairy Tramper's throat rolled and her voice burned as she looked at the face she had longed for.

"If you don't answer, I'll go in there myself and try to let me see if you want me inside"

Chu Wanning's back was already sore and he could not muster any strength, so he let Fairy Tramper nestle in and put his legs over his shoulders.

He closed his eyes abruptly, his eyelashes fluttering.

Not unlike the Mo Ran of old, Fairy Tramper has never bothered with much foreplay and is rarely warm. Chu Wanning can hear him clearly as he removes his robe, and the next thing he knows, the heat is against him, ready and waiting to be invaded.

At that moment, there was a knock at the door: "Your Majesty, the Holy Hand invites you."

"Get out."

The sound of breaking porcelain was heard along with the bellowing, and he grabbed the nearby tealight and smashed it with a thud before the ungrateful squire could enter the door.

The doors of the temple were immediately closed, and no one dared to enter and disturb them again.

Fairy Tramper's rough thumb rubbed Chu Wanning's lips, "You see, it's just you and me here. And there can only be you and me."

Outside, the wind and rain are blowing, thunder and lightning.

I don't know how long it took for the commotion in the house to die down.

Beneath the heavily lowered curtain, a messy, slippery blanket is revealed, illuminated by the lightning outside the window. The rainstorm did not stop, but became heavier and heavier.

Chu Wanning opened his eyes in the darkness of the night, the man beside him already asleep. Perhaps it was because of the habit of being together for so many years, or perhaps because Fairy Tramper thought he was safe if he fed him a softening pill, but in any case, the man slept peacefully, unguarded. Half of his toned, well-proportioned body was still pressed against him, breathlessly heavy.

Chu Wanning turned his head sideways and looked at the man's face.

He had also come into contact with Fairy Tramper when the gates of life and death had just opened, and remembered the cold touch and the deadly silence of his chest.

But the person who was close to him at the moment had a heartbeat.

The dug-out nucleus regrouped into a heart-like object inside Fairy Tramper's body.

Don't think too much about it, Mo Ran is dead, no matter which earthly life it is.

Chu Wanning told himself this over the slow, strong beat of his heart.

Mo Ran is dead. It is just a body without a soul or a body.

You know what you have to do.

His heart was hard as iron, and a glowing light gathered in his palms, but it came and went, and finally went out again.

Chu Wanning stares wordlessly at the man who is close at hand.

The light is dim, and when Fairy Tramper closes her eyes and drops her lashes, it is even harder to tell whether it is a past life or a present life.

Chu Wanning suddenly felt that this was like the rainy night when they first slept together in Wuchang Town. On that night, he had woken up and leaned over and kissed Mo Ran's sleeping face.

No. No no no.

Mo Ran is dead, even if he has a heartbeat, he is a corpse, even if he can speak, he has lost his soul.

Dead.

But why does he remember what happened after his reincarnation, why are the emotions in his eyes so real and full, why

Chu Wanning Chestnut, can't think any further.

Gritting his teeth, the light rose in his hand and Huaisha was summoned, condensing into a shimmering golden short sword. He closed his eyes and stabbed Fairy Tramper in the chest with all his strength.

"Snicker", straight through the hilt of the sword

Chu Wanning opened his eyes suddenly, but there were no more shadows around him. Huaisha's sharp blade pierced the bed, but Shenwu, who had sharpened his iron, did not finally strike the walking emperor.

The rain was so turbulent that a window to the east, in disrepair, popped open violently on this stormy night, pouring in a downpour of rain and a gust of cloudy wind.

The pale lightning that cracked the sky killed the room, the snowy cold light reflecting off a creepy face by the couch.

"This seat had naively thought that you probably wouldn't do it again."

"" Chu Wanning turned back slowly.

Fairy Tramper leaned against the bedpost, a light scratch on his bare chest from the dodge he had made, and he looked at Chu Wanning coldly: "I can't believe you're still trying to kill me."

In a matter of moments, he grabbed Chu Wanning's wrist and with a crunching sound, he dislocated his arm.

"Isn't it surprising, I seem to be better than ever before" Fairy Tramper stared at Chu Wanning's face, pained to the point of pallor but still silent, faintly, "None of these dismantling moves, you've seen before, have you."

He paused and seemed a little self-deprecating: "There's really nothing surprising about it. If you're left alone here. You're not familiar with anyone and you can't take anything lightly at any time. The most interesting thing left to do every day would be to practise. After seven or eight years like this, you will also be greatly improved."

Huaisha's brilliance is lost, annihilated into tiny shadows and reabsorbed into the bones and blood of Chu Wanning.

Fairy Tramper smiled faintly at him, "Once, Master, you gave me all my tricks. But not anymore."

""

"I have languished in this world for almost as long as he has been reborn, and now I have acquired his spirit core." He said, his thickly calloused rough thumb rubbing Chu Wanning's brow, "It's impossible to kill me with what the Master is capable of."

After a while, he seemed to remember something and said, "Master probably doesn't know what I've been doing all these years, in this broken red dust"

He sounded intimate and never referred to himself as this seat again.

"I'm going to show you."

The place he was taking Chu Wanning to was not far away, just behind the Top of the Dead, the weakest part of the Lower Fairy World boundary film.

His clothes were soaked from the previous fight, and Chu Wanning's clothes were torn beyond repair. But Fairy Tramper wasn't worried about that. With a snap of his fingers, he sent an order with a spirit butterfly and Liu came into the hall a few moments later with a pile of clean clothes.

Chu Wanning saw her old servant behind the curtain, through a gap, and wondered what it was like to see him.

"Your Majesty, the garments have arrived."

"You're the only one who knows where to put these old clothes, and you're quick to pack them up." Fairy Tramper said lightly, "Just put them away. You stand down."

Knowing that Chu Wanning was in the tent at the moment, the old servant's hand trembled slightly as a result, and though he longed to look at his old master once more, it was not proper for him to do so, so he bowed his head, kowtowed on the floor, and trudged out of the hall.

The clothes fit well, they couldn't have been ill-fitting because they were Chu Wanning's old possessions from a previous life.

Mo Ran sat on his long legs, silent, watching Chu Wanning dress behind the tent, his eyes a little blurred, no one knew what he was thinking, just as no one knew why the Fairy Tramper emperor, who hated Master Chu so much after all those years of his death, still refused to burn the clothes.

Clearly something that no one will ever need again.

It was still raining heavily, and the night sky was full of dark clouds and visions, but Fairy Tramper lazily opened a rain barrier to envelop herself and Chu Wanning. All the way through the pavilions and towers, the landscape and the faces of the servants seemed so blurred by the darkness of the rainstorm.

"Your Majesty, the Patriarch."

"See Your Majesty, Patriarch."

Walking past the Hall of Three Lives, the ominous red light rising from the back of the hill could be seen from the Naihe Bridge. Fairy Tramper, walking ahead, glanced back at Chu Wanning with a smirk: "The summit of death and life is located at the crossroads of yin and yang, and the boundary is the weakest.

Chu Wanning doesn't answer, but his fingers are balled up into fists under the sleeves of his robe.

He more or less already knew what he was going to see - Shi Mingjing, who had torn through the gates of life and death in space and time, who had taken control of the Zhenlong chess game, who had straddled two earthly realms, was bound to do something not too simple in the end.

""

"You must have passed through quite a few villages and towns since you've been in this red dust." Fairy Tramper slowed her pace and walked shoulder to shoulder with him, her tone calm as if she were talking home, "Did you find the villages, or the towns, awfully quiet"

Together they pass through the narrow goat path leading to the back of the hill, brushing aside the lush vine roses that hang down.

One more corner ahead is the back cliff.

Fairy Tramper suddenly stopped in his tracks and stood around the corner, behind the cliff face as if a blazing fire was burning, reflecting the redness of the rocks. He turned half his face sideways, the treacherous red light spreading to his eyes, and he grinned a fishy-sweet smile at Chu Wanning.

"This seat's many years of achievement are here to show. Please do so, Master."