Chapter 300: [The Top of Death and Life] The Heart of the King is Like My Heart

Thunder and lightning shone through the open door of the temple, cutting Shi Mei's face in a bright and shadowy way.

In the harsh light, only the eyes were dark and heavy.

It was as if the Blessed Heavenly Flame could no longer light them up.

Chu Wanning's expression changed slightly, but he did not open his mouth to ask. Any words from Shi Mei at this point would be difficult to gauge, but even so, the flame in his hand dimmed involuntarily.

This darkness is captured by Shi Mei.

As if clutching at floating grass in a whirlpool, he said to Chu Wanning, "You don't really think, Master, that Mo Ran is dead for good, do you?"

"You really think," Shi Mei gasped slightly, "that Fairy Tramper is just an empty skeleton."

After a pause, he continued, "Master, you might as well think about it. There is not a body in this world that can think this concretely and act this stubbornly who does what it does Zhenlong Chess game cannot reach this point."

""

"You know what." Shi Mei stared into Chu Wanning's eyes and slowly spat out the buried secret, "Inside Fairy Tramper, there is still a piece of the soul that remains."

""

Before these words, Chu Wanning's eyes had been empty and silent, like a walking corpse. After these words, Shi Mei could clearly see a ripple in those phoenix eyes, and he was relieved, but he did not dare to take them lightly.

"Master also knows that my spirit core is weak and I can't cast any too powerful spells on my own. So the Zhenlong game is beyond my control. However, Drug Clan has Drug Clan's way."

As Shi Mei says this, she sees the corpse of Fairy Tramper, who committed suicide by poison. In the grave of Tongtian Tower, lying quietly

At that moment he had no idea what had gone wrong and his mind went blank. How could his sharp blade, his hundredth warrior god, die

Mo Ran's conscience should have been consumed by the eight bitter flowers, what else could have tormented his heart and made him kill himself?

"In my previous life, when the ten sects attacked the top of death and life and saw Mo Ran's corpse, those people were going to cut him in half." Shi Mei said, "But I was in the crowd and tried to persuade them as Drug Clan's teacher. I was able to keep the body."

He watched Chu Wanning's expression change with every word he spoke.

"I couldn't lose his power. So I found a way to make him a walking dead man. Although his powers would not be as good as they were in life, he could at least make do for a while But you know, probably because before he died he was still missing someone, so there was a trace of obsession deep inside him that was too strong and I couldn't clear his soul no matter how much I emptied it."

Shi Mei approached slowly: "No matter what methods I used to force the soul, that spirit would not dissipate. That strand," he says with clarity, "is the soul that sustains him in his foggy mind, towards the Tongtian Tower."

"Cling to your soul."

The footsteps stop and Shi Mei stands in the centre of the hall.

By this time he could make out the other man's ironic face, his tightly pursed lips, and the rippling meridians on the back of his hands.

When he saw Chu Wanning's pain and hesitation, his breath came down completely and he slowly became calm and collected again: "That soul has not been reborn, it is still in Fairy Tramper's corpse, so he is extremely stubborn towards you after his resurrection, and as for Master Mo, you should also feel it, he was not so attached to you when he was first reborn. not so attached to you. His affection for you arose again later."

Shi Mei tells these dusty truths while watching Chu Wanning's expressions change.

" Fairy Tramper has in his body the most stubborn love he ever had for you in a previous life."

He noticed the tips of Chu Wanning's fingers trembling slightly, so he licked his lips and took another step forward like a slippery snake, his voice seductive.

"Look, Master, now I need nothing more than the last thirty men. With thirty men, I can exchange Mo Ran's life. Are you willing to"

Outside, the wind was howling and the demons were dancing around.

He waited for Chu Wanning's answer, thinking what a good deal it was.

The man in front of me looks cold and out of place, but in fact, two lifetimes have been ruined by the word "deep love".

He was convinced that he would say yes.

After waiting a moment, Chu Wanning lowered his eyes so that no one could see exactly how he looked: "You said that inside his body, there was still a wisp of a soul."

"Hmm."

"Sacrifice the last thirty so that he can finish paving your way home. And you are going to let him go."

"That's right."

"" Chu Wanning didn't answer right away, but murmured, "So much of what he said after I met him came from his heart."

A man with a soft spot is easy to convince, even if he is a Beidou.

Shi Mei, almost victorious, relaxed more and more as he said, "Yes, it's all in his heart. He's not the whole Mo Ran he was, but at least he has a soul, at least he has a consciousness of his own."

"Master, listen to me for once." He advised gently, "Don't do it. You, me, and him, all three of us will be much better off."

Chu Wanning still did not look up as he sighed, " Shi Mingjing ."

"Hmm."

"Do you remember what was the last wish written on the worship sticker when you joined the master's school?"

When he was asked this question, he was confused, but after thinking about it, he replied, "I hope you will have mercy and a home to return to.

With some ominous perception after he finished, he added, "But I was really trying to treat the Master as family at that time, and I'm not talking about the Beauty Seat returning home"

Chu Wanning doesn't deny it and asks, "Do you know what Mo Ran's wish was when he was taught?"

"What it is."

Chu Wanning finally lifted his eyes and he looked at Shi Mei, his gaze gradually becoming cool, a much deeper silence in the coolness even than at the beginning.

"He said he wanted to have a Shenwu like the Heavenly Man. That way, more lives could be saved."

The man spoke calmly, like a family man, about his lover's old wishes. Immediately afterwards, before Shi Mei could react, she saw a golden light bursting up in the hall, and the strong spiritual power was like a huge wave breaking through the air, making it impossible for others to get even half a step closer!

Shi Mei snapped back to attention and bellowed sternly.

" Chu Wanning "

Twisted, shrill hisses cracked through the roof tiles and flew over the rafters.

" Chu Wanning you're crazy you're crazy"

Desperate and furious, Shi Mei presses on towards the man in white in the centre of the room in the blinding light, with Mu Yanli helping him, supporting him, persuading him.

But what's the point of that.

"Crack, corpse. Collect, coffin."

"Hearing Chu Wanning's voice in the golden breeze, Shi Mei became more and more frantic, his eyes cracking as he shouted, choked and cursed at everything.

But the golden light rose and fell, and the searing brilliance of the square pierced the pupils, shaking them with dappled light. It was all over.

The gale stopped.

Dead silence.

The corpse-faced Chu Wanning stands and the withered Shi Mingjing kneels.

The spiritual energy gradually goes out slowly.

After a while, they all heard a dull rumbling sound from the far back of the hill, the sound of the Fairy Tramper's corpse being cracked to powder.

Shi Mei stares at Chu Wanning, his face empty of the many fierce emotions that have fought and conquered him, his hatred and anger cracked, and in the cracks, a hint of fear.

He didn't know what he was afraid of either. Fear of Chu Wanning, who could kill Mo Ran with his own hands, fear of what lay ahead.

It seems like the end of days already.

Shi Mei finally murmured, "Dead. He's dead."

" Chu Wanning, you killed him he used to stop in front of you at the red lotus water salon and beg me to do it to him, not to you but you had the heart to kill him you had the heart"

The terror became a wild laugh, and though he did not mean to laugh, he threw back his head and laughed so loudly that Mu Yanli cried at his side, urging him on, "Nan, that's enough."

Shi Mei just laughed long and hard, and as she did so, two lines of tears, golden in colour, fell to the ground.

"He's dead. Fairy Tramper is dead. It's good that it's over. Chu Wanning, you can afford to lose, you are desperate, you can afford to play."

Chu Wanning stands still, without any expression.

He looks like a corpse, he is a corpse.

"Master, it was I who underestimated you."

Shi Mei's voice trembled.

"You're a lot meaner than I thought."

Chu Wanning was motionless, as if he had lost his last heat.

He had thought that Mo Ran had left this world, but the moment before he knew that there was still a soul and a body in this world, and a broken Mo Weiyu.

But he crushed this fragment into dust as well.

Yes, he is desperate and he is irrefutable.

The boy, the youth, the man, the lover who laughed and was annoyed, who was whole or broken. The only lover in the world who does not fear him, who respects him, who embraces him, who uses his own flesh and blood to shield him from calamity.

The one who, in his place, was devoured by the eight bitter long-hated flowers, and in his place, became the Lord of Darkness, the ruler of brutality.

In the year before he turned sixteen, he gave everything he had left to protect his fool.

Never to return.

"When it rains, you want to save more earthworms."

"Master, pearly whites, please drink."

"I'm giving you an ugly, ugly, ugly, ugly worship gift."

Wangning . I miss you.

He had smilingly learnt to write, "If you can get a big house with millions of rooms, you can shelter all the cold people in the world.

"Be revengeful, don't hold a grudge."

But in a sea of corpses and blood, he has floated and sunk for two lifetimes.

Don't hold a grudge don't hold a grudge

"I don't have any ambition, I just want to learn the spells so that when things go wrong, I can save more people."

That was the wish that Mo Ran had seriously told Chu Wanning when he was young and sober.

He had wished, with great fervour, that more people would be alive.

Before he became a Fairy Tramper, he had loved every good life so hard and so persistently that he would have given his soul to be grateful and to protect everyone who had treated him well.

"Even though I'm stupid, I'll do my best and try my best, so the master won't blame me for being stupid, right, haha."

The memory of that teenager scratching his head and smiling, just showing softness with Chu Wanning, when his brilliant dimples seemed to be laden with pearly whites and a lifetime of being drunk from then on.

Chu Wanning closes his eyes.

The hands, at last, tremble.

In the blur and the dizziness, it was as if a breeze had brushed against his face and kissed his moist eyelashes. It was as if he heard the voice of Fairy Tramper, a rare low and gentle voice that caressed his ears and sighed softly at his temples.

Fame, heart's desire, blood, flesh, bone, heart, soul, corpse, ashes.

Sorry, there is only so much I have and it's all been sacrificed.

I tried my best.

Wangning, be good to yourself

He looked up suddenly, his eyes already dense, and in this vagueness he seemed to see the spirit of Fairy Tramper floating in front of him, gentle and handsome, with a smile that was both happy and sad.

" Mo Ran "

The soul, which should have been as pure as a cold plum, radiated a luminous glow as he leaned down to embrace him and kiss him, leaking through his outstretched palm and finally scattering in all directions like a blossom in his arms.

"It's not good."

Suddenly a disciple from the Tianyin Pavilion rushed in, shouting hastily and in a feverish manner, "No!"

Mu Yanli, the only calm person in the room, turned back with tears in her eyes and said sternly, "Knowing that something is going on with Fairy Tramper, don't."

"What" the disciple froze, then stomped his foot in confusion, "It's not Fairy Tramper it's the foot of the mountain ah all the sects of Upper Lower Fairy World, they're attacking together"