Chapter 36: This seat is about as crazy as it gets

Without a second thought, Chu Wanning reached out and held him. In the warm spring water, their skin pressed against each other, Mo Ran felt a spark of electricity run through his tailbone, sending goose bumps down his spine.

Although he did hold a nearly naked Chu Wanning at the red lotus watering hole, he didn't remember much about it because he was in a critical situation and didn't want to see much.

At this moment, however, with one hand on Chu Wanning's chest and one hand subconsciously holding his master's waist, his legs brushing together under the water, his skin growing smoother and warmer in the spring, Mo Ran's head exploded with a loud bang.

He told Chu Wanning

Just touching each other's waist like that, without doing anything yet, was

The reaction was violent and the river tidal.

"Master, Master, I"

He struggled to stand upright, his already hot lower body pushing up against the other man in the rush of the struggle.

Chu Wanning's eyes widened, his handsome face flashed in shock, and he immediately stepped back, just as the water that had been dangling from his eyelashes dripped into his eyes.

"Master use, use mine."

Mo Ran was so embarrassed that he was blushing, yet he was trying to pretend that nothing was wrong as he took his own towel and wiped the water from Chu Wanning's face.

When Chu Wanning opened his phoenix eyes, there was a mixture of puzzlement and dismay, and a vague hint of panic. But these were fleeting, and he quickly tried to calm himself as if he felt nothing, and said in a mute voice, "Aroma, pass me."

"Ohhhh good."

Mo Ran straddles the pool like a ripe crab and picks up the aromatherapy box resting on the bank.

"What does the Master want, what does he want to taste?"

"Whatever."

Mo Ran, dizzy and blank, looked half-heartedly at the box and turned her head honestly: "There's no such thing as a random spice."

Chu Wanning :""

There was a pause and a sigh, "Plum blossom, begonia."

"Good."

Mo Ran picked out two incense tablets and handed them to Chu Wanning.

There was another frisson as their fingertips touched.

Even if you don't want to, you still can't shake off those memories of the past.

If it was before, he would have been tangled up with him by the pool, and he even had a vision of Chu Wanning half-kneeling, on the floor, taking his own heat, his love fierce and hot, his master's eyes half-closed, trembling, but still being fucked to orgasm.

Mo Ran couldn't stand it any longer, his eyes were red with the desire of his male instincts. He didn't dare to look at Chu Wanning again, he felt safer looking at Shi Mei than Chu Wanning right now.

How did this happen?

How could it be so

After a quick wash, while the other three were still soaking, Mo Ran said vaguely that she was sleepy and would go back to bed.

Go back to your room and chain the door behind you.

Mo Ran could not stand it any longer and relieved himself of the desire not to imagine Chu Wanning at such a time, preferring to surprise her by imagining Shi Mei. It would have made his torn heart feel better.

But neither his body nor his mind was in control, and all that flashed before his eyes was his necking with Chu Wanning, a bone-chilling passion that tonight felt like the floodgates had been pulled open and was rushing back into his head in a frenzy of overwhelming tremors.

He treated himself almost roughly, as if he were tangled up in the man, on the verge of overturning, and raised his neck, gasping both resignedly and vaguely.

A name is spat out subconsciously in the back of his throat.

" Wangning "

With those two words, he grunted and shivered slightly, releasing them unreservedly, a sodden wetness in his palm

After venting, Mo Ran rests his forehead against the cold wall. There was confusion in his eyes.

Shame, guilt, disgust, irritation.

He could never have anticipated that he would have such a strong reaction to Chu Wanning after his rebirth.

Suddenly he was disgusted with himself.

Although, in his previous life, he did not have Shi Mei, and his energy was spent on a thousand flowers. But that kind of promiscuity, which seems to be amorous, was nothing to him.

When you put out the candle, it's just a flip-flop, the same as anyone else.

Even Rongjiu, who is slightly in love, only resembles Shi Mei because of the resemblance between his eyebrows and his eyes.

But this feeling for Chu Wanning was something else altogether. He was able to realise clearly that it was only imaginary, not a real fusion, and he could then feel the intense pleasure that he had not felt at all in those little herald-actors, that it was not physical, and

He was reluctant to think any deeper.

He loves Shi Mei, always has, always will, and never will.

After telling herself several times, Mo Ran slowly calmed her breathing, frowned and closed her eyes.

He was anxious, chagrined, and more than anything else, a sad aggrieved.

He didn't want that.

When lust comes, he can't stop thinking about Chu Wanning. When lust recedes, he no longer wants to think about anything related to Chu Wanning, not even a strand of hair, not even a glance.

He is almost paranoid that he likes it, loves it deeply.

It's Shi Mei!

Master Chu was also in a state of confusion.

After all, he felt Mo Ran's desire viscerally and profoundly, the teenager's well-developed body already appalling, hot and hard and fiery with arousal, like iron waiting to be fired.

Although Chu Wanning's face quickly regained its composure and he never spoke of it again, the feeling was one of numbness and disbelief.

What made it even more difficult for him to say was that he was actually reacting to it himself.

Luckily, he was so thin-skinned that he used to wear a bathrobe even in the hot spring and kept his whole body well covered, so that no one could see him, otherwise he would have had no place to put his face.

But why on earth would Mo Ran

At night, he lay in bed and thought for a long time in silence, not daring to imagine that perhaps Mo Ran liked him too.

The thought is just too crazy and too humiliating.

Just be careful and think "maybe Mo Ran likes it too"

Chu Wanning pinches herself viciously before the word "herself" even comes to mind. Her eyes are bright and clear, yet flickering and hiding.

He couldn't even think of a complete sentence for this one.

After all, I'm mean, I hit people, I have a bad temper, I don't look as good as Shi Mei, and I'm not young.

He was just so high and mighty.

And his heart, in fact, had long since been cold and feared for too long, gradually inferior to the dust in such a long and lonely walk.

Wake up the next day.

Mo Ran and Chu Wanning meet in the aisle of the inn, each with something on his mind, and look at each other without speaking first.

Finally, it was Mo Ran who first feigned indifference and smiled at Chu Wanning, "Master."

Chu Wanning was relieved to see that Mo Ran had chosen to keep his mouth shut about yesterday's incident, so he was just as well to take it in his stride and nod lightly, as he always does.

"Now that you're up, go and get Shi Mei up too, so we can get ready and go to Xuyin Mountain."

The snow at the top of Xuyin Mountain was so cold that even a strong immortal practitioner would not be able to withstand the cold. Chu Wanning went to the tailor's shop and bought the disciples cloaks and gloves to protect them from the cold, so they could wear them when it got cold.

The owner, who was smoking a water pipe, was wooing Mo Ran with her big vermilion mouth, saying: "Your Mightiness is a handsome little girl, look at the gold dragon on a black background. "

Mo Ran laughed sarcastically, "What a sweet mouth you have, sister, but unfortunately I am going to the mountain to seek the sword, so I don't need to dress so solemnly."

Seeing that this didn't work out, the lady pulled Shi Mei back in: "Oh, Your Mightiness is so beautiful, she looks even better than the prettiest girl in Dai City. Your Mightiness, if you ask me, this red cloak with butterflies and peonies looks best on you, try it on."

Shi Mei smiled bitterly, "That's for a daughter, isn't it?"

Xue Meng, who did not like shopping for clothes, was too proud to come over and waited where he was. Chu Wanning chose a cloak with a black background and purple trim for him, and a rabbit fur white trim around the eaves of the windpocket.

The owner said, " Your Mightiness, this dress is a bit small for you, it's only about right for a teenager's figure."

Chu Wanning said lightly, "It's for my apprentice."

"Oh, oh oh." The owner's wife dawned on her and promptly laughed, "What a good master."

Probably for the first time in his life, Chu Wanning stiffened and, although his face was still, he took several steps in the same direction as he walked.

In the end, Mo Ran chose a green and grey cloak, Shi Mei a moon white one, Chu Wanning a plain white one and a black one with purple trim, settled the bill and went to meet Xue Meng.

Xue Meng's eyes went wide at the sight of her cloak.

Chu Wanning, unsure: "What's wrong?"

"No, nothing."

However, when Chu Wanning turned his head and walked away, Xue Meng, thinking he was out of earshot, looked rather disgustedly at the piping of the cloak and muttered, "Purple I don't like purple."

Instead, Chu Wanning's voice came out cold: "Nonsense, you're going up naked without it."

Xue Meng :""

After a slow and uneventful last stretch, the four of them finally reached the foot of Xuyin Mountain before it became dark.

Xuyin Mountain is full of spiritual energy and is home to many spiritual beasts and birds, so even Taoist priests would not dare to venture onto the mountain without some weight.

But with Chu Wanning around, there was no need to worry about that. Chu Wanning created three evening begonia flowers out of thin air, which had the effect of warding off spirits and evil spirits, and put them on the waist seals of his three disciples, then said, "Let's go."

Mo Ran looked up at the lofty peaks hidden in the night, lying dead like ancient giants, and a thousand emotions came over him.

It was on Xuyin Mountain in that year that he proclaimed to heaven, earth, sun, moon, demons, ghosts and gods that he, Mo Ran, was no longer satisfied with being the Fairy Tramper of the Xianxia Realm and wanted to be the Lord of the Human Realm.

Also that year, on Xuyin Mountain, he married a concubine and a wife at the same time.

He also remembered the face of his wife, Song Qiutong, the most beautiful woman in the Xianxia sector, whose features, when viewed from a certain angle, resembled those of Shi Mei.

He was not a man of honour, and he did not follow the tedious rules of marriage, but took Song Qiutong's hand and the woman covered with a red scarf and walked up the 10,000 steps for over an hour.

Later, Song Qiutong's legs and feet became painful and he could not walk anymore.

Mo Ran was also bad-tempered and had to be mean to her when she lifted her cover.

But under the hazy moonlight, Song Qiutong's eyes, with their resigned and forbearing look, resemble those of his deceased friend, who was turned into white bones in a spring.

The words of disgust curdled on his lips, trembled a little, and the last words that came out were

" Shi Mei, let me carry you."

Song Qiutong was indeed his senior sister according to her generation, if she was of the same school as him, so she was only slightly stunned at the title, and added that Mo Ran had destroyed the entire Confucianism School, so she naturally put the Confucianism School at the top of the pile of death and life, so it was not impossible to call her senior sister, so she smiled and said. "Good."

For the last few thousand steps, Fairy Tramper, Lord of Men and Lord of Darkness, steadily carried his red-robed bride, step by step, to the summit.

He looked down at the mottled figures on the floor, oddly positioned and interlocked.

He laughed, his throat was mute: " Shi Mei, from now on I am the sovereign of the human realm, and from now on no one can hurt you again."

The woman crouched behind him didn't know what to say, and after a moment's hesitation, she gave a low "mmm".

The voice was soft, perhaps because it was so soft, the female vocal line was not so distinct and sounded somewhat indistinct.

Mo Ran's eyes reddened where no one could see them and he said in a low voice, "I'm sorry for making you wait so long for this day."

Song Qiutong also said that Mo Ran had liked her for a long time, and said gently, "Husband."

The sound of the woman's voice was as clear and crisp as a delicate orchid dropping its dew, a beautiful sound.

But Mo Ran's footsteps stopped with a jolt.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

Mo Ran's voice was no longer hoarse, and the faint trembling had died down.

After a pause, he said, "Just call me Mo Ran from now on."

Song Qiutong, surprised and not quite brave enough to address Fairy Tramper in this way, said hesitantly, "Husband, I'm afraid that's"

Mo Ran's tone was steep and fierce: "If you don't listen, I'll throw you off the top of the mountain."

"Ah, Mo Ran," Song Qiutong was busy changing his tone, "Mo Ran, it was my mistake."

Mo Ran stopped talking.

He kept his head down, silent, and continued on his way.

The shadow on the ground is still a shadow.

In time, when one sees clearly, one realises that really, it is nothing more than a shadow.

It's all a mirage.

What he had, in the end, deserved nothing more than a phantom.

It is ultimately illusory.

" Shi Mei ."

"Well," the man walking next to Mo Ran turned his head at the sound. The moonlight shone on his beautiful face as a thousand leaves and trees shone, "Mo Ran, what's wrong?"

"Are you tired of walking?" Mo Ran looked at Chu Wanning and Xue Meng who were walking ahead of her and said quietly, "I'll carry you if you're tired."

Before Shi Mei could say anything, Chu Wanning turned back to her.

He glanced coldly at Mo Ran: "Is Shi Mingjing's leg broken? You need to show off."

Shi Mei said, "Master, Mo Ran is just joking, don't be angry."

Chu Wanning lowered his eyebrows, his brow snapping, his gaze darting with hidden fire: "Ridiculous, what do I have to be angry about?"

With a brush of his broad sleeve, he left.

Mo Ran :""

Shi Mei :""

"What about the Master's displeasure?"

"It's not like you don't know him." Mo Ran whispered in Shi Mei's ear, "He's got a heart smaller than the tip of a needle, he's cold-blooded and ruthless, and he doesn't allow others to be brotherly."

Finishing with a wrinkled nose, he lowered his voice and concluded, "Particularly annoying."

Chu Wanning in front of me suddenly snapped, "Mo Weiyu, say one more word and I'll throw you off the mountain."

Mo Ran seems to have the good sense to shut up, but he sneaks a smirking glance at Shi Mei and motions.

You see, I was right