Chapter 32: I'll coax you, okay?

Through the lotus leaves, Mo Ran was struck by lightning and stood stunned on the spot, the five-flavoured bottle in his heart shattered completely and his face split.

Shock, anger, sour jealousy, rage, fireworks. He moved his lips, unable to speak a word, not realising what he was angry about, the man had only one thought in his head

You can touch the one I've slept with

Chu Wanning, you extravagant, unfaithful slut, how dare you, how dare you!

He didn't react at all, the Chu Wanning of his life had not been the least bit erotically entangled with him, and for a moment, the string in his head snapped.

After all, more than a decade, a lifetime, from life to death.

When sober he can still swim and pretend to be relaxed.

But in the heat of the moment, he is still subconsciously convinced that Chu Wanning is his own. It was only then that he realised that he remembered the taste of Chu Wanning's lips so clearly, not to mention the soul-crushing tangles of love and passionate intercourse.

That was something he hadn't even dared to think about since his rebirth.

Until I saw the naked back of Chu Wanning, the familiar figure, broad-shouldered, long-legged, muscular, lean and strong, submerged in the clear water.

Those entanglements that he had deliberately avoided and tried so hard to forget split the seal in a flash and swept over him.

Mo Ran's scalp went numb.

He reacts to this body.

And it was a strong reaction that simply couldn't be contained, just watching, the small of the back burned.

By the time he came back to his senses, he had shouted angrily, " Chu Wanning "

Chu Wanning actually ignored him.

The two men were holding his shoulders left and right, and the mist in the lotus pond was so vapourous that it was not quite possible to see their exact appearance. But they were very close to each other, at an ambiguous distance.

Mo Ran cursed and actually jumped off the lotus pond with a splash, wading towards Chu Wanning and only when he got closer did he realise

There, there were two mechs made of metal and heather.

What's worse is that they seem to be channeling their spiritual energy to Chu Wanning through the fairy energy of the lotus pond water, and Mo Ran's unintentional jump has completely broken the spiritual energy field!

It is not known what kind of spell Chu Wanning is using; he himself is in a comatose state, held up by the golden light coming from the metal palms of the two mechs, which keep surging upwards and converging on the wound behind his shoulder, apparently healing.

Mo Ran's intrusion caused the golden light to quickly dissipate, and what was even more unexpected was that the spell would actually backfire!

As the golden light dissipated, Chu Wanning's wounds began to eat away rapidly. He frowned and grunted, choking out a mouthful of blood, followed by scars all over his body that began to tear, blood like a smoky haze, soaking the pool of flowers in an instant.

Mo Ran is stunned.

This is Chu Wanning's "Flower Soul Sacrifice".

He realises he may have got himself into trouble

Chu Wanning's Spirit Stream is a dual system of Gold and Wood, with the Gold Stream, like the "Heaven's Man", focusing on attack and defence. The wood stream is used for healing.

The Flower Soul Sacrifice is one of these techniques. Chu Wanning can mobilise the spirit of a hundred flowers to heal a wound. However, no one else can enter the spell, otherwise the spirits of the plants and trees will disperse and instead of healing the wound, the wound will be aggravated. In serious cases, Chu Wanning's spirit cores may be snatched up by the hundred flower spirits.

Fortunately, in a previous life, Mo Ran had some knowledge of flower spirit sacrifice and cut off the flow of spirits at once. Without the support of the spell, Chu Wanning collapsed and was steadily held by Mo Ran.

The unconscious Master's face was pale, his lips were blue, and his body was as cold as ice.

Mo Ran carried him to the shore and, without a second glance, half-carried, half-dragged Chu Wanning back to his bedroom and put him to bed.

"Master Master Master"

After several calls, Chu Wanning did not even flutter his eyelashes, and apart from a slightly heaving chest, he looked as good as dead.

Such a Chu Wanning reminds Mo Ran of a previous life.

Inexplicably, I felt a lump in my throat and my heart was in a hurry.

In a previous life, two people had died in Mo Ran's arms.

Shi Mei . Chu Wanning.

The two of them, the lover he had been dreaming of, and the arch-enemy with whom he had been entangled all his life.

After Shi Mei's departure, there was no more Mo Weiyu.

Chu Wanning?

Mo Ran didn't know, he only remembered that day when he held the person in his arms, little by little, cold through, without crying or laughing, elation and sadness becoming unattainable.

After Chu Wanning's departure, Mo Weiyu, never knew what it was to be on earth again.

The candles are brightly lit, illuminating Chu Wanning's naked upper body.

Yu Heng's usual garments for the evening are very tight, with the collar folded tightly and high, and the waistband wrapped three times, making them modest and ascetic.

So no one ever saw how badly he was wounded after two hundred sticks.

Although Mo Ran had seen the cane wound on Chu Wanning's back during his punishment at the disciplinary court, he knew it was a bloody and gruesome wound. But when he saw Chu Wanning wandering around as if nothing had happened, he thought he had probably not broken any bones.

It was only at this moment that he realised that Chu Wanning's injuries were far more serious than he had thought.

The five openings left by the ghostly priest have blossomed, and the deepest part of the bones can be clearly seen.

Chu Wanning probably didn't have any help changing the dressing, but did it himself, and the ointment was unevenly applied, with some areas out of reach becoming inflamed and festering.

Not to mention the bruises and bruises of the staff. Covering the entire back, barely a patch of intact flesh could be seen, and with the backlash from the spell just now, Chu Wanning The wounds were all torn up at the moment, and the blood gurgled and soon stained the sheets beneath them.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Mo Ran wouldn't have believed that the man who insisted on wiping the pillars of the bridge and opening the huge rain shelter for the disciples was the one who was seriously injured and could be classified as "old, sick and weak".

If Chu Wanning hadn't been unconscious, Mo Ran would have grabbed him by the collar and asked him about it.

Chu Wanning, are you suffering from self-esteem?

If you bow your head and give in, who will stop you? Why do you have to be so stubborn and screwed up? You are such a big person, why don't you know how to take care of yourself and be kind to yourself?

Why wouldn't you want to ask someone to put medicine on you

Why would you rather have two mechs help you with the healing spell than ask for help?

Chu Wanning, are you stupid?

Are you stubborn?

He cursed to himself as he darted around the points to stop the bleeding. Then he fetched hot water and wiped the blood from Chu Wanning's back

The sharp knife is quenched and the flesh, which has been completely decayed, is cut away.

At the first blow, Chu Wanning grunted in pain and bounced up. Mo Ran held him down and said, "What are you grunting for? If you grunt again, I'll stab you in the chest and it won't hurt anymore.

This is the only time when Mo Ran is able to reveal his fierce nature and shout at him like he did in his previous life.

But there were so many white and rotting wounds that, little by little, Chu Wanning kept whimpering and gasping.

This person, even when unconscious, tries to suppress and conceal himself, does not cry out in pain and suffering, but is simply covered in cold sweat, and his body, which has just been wiped clean, is soaked with sweat again.

After working for most of an hour, the wound was finally dressed and wrapped.

Mo Ran put Chu Wanning's clothes on and brought in a thick quilt to cover the burning Master, before he heaved a sigh of relief. Remembering that Madam Wang's medicine was still sealed in the oiled paper bag, he brought a bowl of boiling water and brought it to Chu Wanning's bedside.

"Here, drink the medicine."

With one hand, he picked up the sleeping man and let him lean on his shoulder. With the other hand, he scooped up the medicinal juice, blew on it and tried to sip it himself first.

Immediately, Mo Ran frowned widely, her face wrinkled into bun folds: "Damn, it's so bitter", but she let it cool and gave it to Chu Wanning.

After just half a spoonful, Chu Wanning couldn't take it anymore and spat out the medicine, spilling most of it on Mo Ran's clothes.

Mo Ran :""

He knew that Chu Wanning did not like suffering and was even a bit afraid of it.

But if he had been sober, the stubborn Yu Heng would have swallowed the medicine with a sigh of disgust, and at best, he would have eaten a candy afterwards with a stern face.

Unfortunately, Chu Wanning is currently in a coma.

Mo Ran had no choice but to be patient and give him a small sip of the medicine, wiping it from the corner of his mouth with a handkerchief every now and then.

This was not a difficult task for Mo Ran, after all, in his previous life, he used to give Chu Wanning medicine like this every day, and when Chu Wanning resisted, Mo Ran slapped him, then grabbed his chin and kissed him hard, his tongue ravaging him and filling him with blood.

Not daring to think further, Mo Ran's last few spoonfuls were a little sloppy, almost half of them choked out by Chu Wanning. Then he put her down on the bed and roughly twisted the covers.

"I'm being kind, don't kick the covers at night, you're already hot, if you catch a cold"

Halfway through his rant, he suddenly lost his temper and kicked the leg of the bed.

"Forget it, it's none of my business whether you catch a cold or not. I'd rather you get sicker and sicker and die."

After saying this, he turned and left.

When he reached the door, he felt that his heart was hanging by a thread, so he turned back, thought about it and put out the candle for him. Then she left again.

This time I walked down to the red lotus pool and looked at the water lilies, which had grown more and more delicate as they absorbed Chu Wanning's blood, and my irritation only increased.

He was annoyed, but returned to his bedroom with the same hand.

Crunching around the room like a rusty, ageing mecha-man before finally standing reluctantly next to Chu Wanning's bed.

The moonlight falls through the half-open bamboo windows, drenching Chu Wanning's handsome face in silvery light.

The lips are pale and the brow is slightly furrowed.

Mo Ran thought about it and closed the window for him. The Middle Shu Area is very humid and sleeping with the window open at night is always bad for you. Having done so, Mo Ran made a vow.

And then back through the door, he's a dog

When he reached the door, Chu Wanning kicked down the quilt with a loud bang.

Mo Ran :""

So what can be done to change this person's habit of kicking the covers in bed?

In order not to be a dog, the sixteen year old Fairy Tramper emperor had the backbone to hold back and go away.

He would never turn back from the door again

So a few moments later.

The wise emperor of Shenwu opened the window and tumbled in through it.

Mo Ran listened to Chu Wanning's grunts of pain and his twitching back, and watched him curl up in the corner of the bed, no longer half as fierce as usual.

He cursed "I deserved it" and was vaguely moved by compassion.

He sits by Chu Wanning's bed and keeps watch. Not letting anyone kick the covers down again.

It was late at night and Mo Ran, tired from a long day, finally fell asleep with her head lolling.

It was a bad night's sleep, with Chu Wanning tossing and turning and Mo Ran, in a daze, seeming to hear him humming lowly.

As he drifted in and out of sleep, Mo Ran was a little confused about the night and the day, and at some point he naturally lay down beside Chu Wanning, holding the spasming, trembling man in his arms. He squinted into his sleepy eyes and subconsciously stroked his back, cradling him in his arms, softly dreaming, "There, there, no more pain, no more pain."

Mo Ran sleeps and murmurs as if he has returned to the top of his former life of death and life, to the bleak and empty Wushan Palace.

Since Chu Wanning's death, no one has slept with him.

Even if it was because of the hatred that grew out of it, in the coldness of the day, it still made his heart ache with the thought of it, and his heart ache with the thought of it.

But Chu Wanning can't come back even if he wants to.

He lost the last fire of his life.

On this night, Mo Ran held Chu Wanning in her arms, half asleep, half asleep, knowing at one moment that she had regained her life, and at another that she was still there.

Suddenly he was afraid to open his eyes, afraid that when he woke up tomorrow, there would only be an empty pillow and a cold curtain. The world is a long, long life, and he is the only one left.

He undoubtedly hated Chu Wanning.

However, as he held the person in his arms, the corners of his eyes became a little moist.

That's Fairy Tramper at thirty-two, the warmth she thought she'd never find again.

" Wangning, it doesn't hurt anymore"

In a haze of consciousness, Mo Ran stroked the hair of the person in her arms, as she had done before she was reborn, and murmured a sentence that was so tender that it came out of her mouth.

He was so sleepy that he didn't even realise what he had actually said, what he had called out to the other man, or even that the words had come out without any thought, they just slipped out naturally like that, before Mo Ran's breaths evened out and he fell deeper into a dream.

The next morning, Chu Wanning woke up with fluttering eyelashes.

His cultivation was strong and his fever, which had been high all night, had by now subsided.

Chu Wanning opened his eyes sleepily, his consciousness still a little fuzzy, and was about to get up when he suddenly realised that someone else was lying in the same bed as him.

Mo, Mo Weiyu

This was a shock. Chu Wanning turned pale, but he couldn't remember what had happened last night, and to top it all off, his movement woke Mo Ran up too.

The young man yawned, his smooth and tender face with the healthy flush characteristic of a sound sleep, he lifted his eyes in a daze, glanced lightly at Chu Wanning and said vaguely, "Ah let this seat sleep for a while longer, since you are awake, go and cook me a bowl of lean pork congee with egg blossoms to drink"

Chu Wanning :""

What a load of nonsense, dream talk

Mo Ran was still drowsy, and when he saw that Chu Wanning hadn't moved, he didn't urge him to get up and cook the porridge, but smiled lazily, reached out, took Chu Wanning's face and gave him a familiar kiss on the lips.

"It's okay to be sorry, this seat just had a nightmare, and the dream alas is not mentioned." He sighed and embraced the man who had gone completely dull and stiff. Grinding his chin against the top of the hair of the man in his arms, he muttered, " Chu Wanning, let me hug you again."