Chapter 41: I kissed the wrong person again

The layout of the room is clear, with walls on three sides and a grate with a red sheen of spells running down one side, and a simple stone bed covered with thatch.

He was lying on the stone bed, his hands and feet were bound by chains, and the shackles clanked when he moved. When he heard a creaking sound, he looked over his shoulder and saw two jade men enter.

"You guys" Mo Ran said immediately, "you crazy people what the hell is going on here what are you trying to do where are my brothers Gouchen Shanggong hey I asked you a question"

However, no matter how Mo Ran shouted and cursed, the two jiao were deaf to their cries. They were carrying, one behind the other, a piece of red fox fur, which looked like a person was wrapped in it. With expressionless faces, they placed the man wrapped in red fox fur on the stone bed.

Mo Ran said in exasperation, "You two little loaches."

"What's all the noise about." One of the augurs finally spoke, his voice very contemptuous, "You're a wood spirit essence, you can't lose."

The other augur also sneered, "It's not a loss for you, it's a bargain for you."

Mo Ran was so angry he was going to spit blood: "What the hell do you want? What did you lock me in here for and what did you bring to this bed?"

"What did we carry," one of the augurs asked rhetorically.

"Naturally, it's the one you like." The other augur said.

Mo Ran's fingertips went cold, in utter dismay: " Shi Mei "

The man did not deny it, but sneered, "The night is short, you have a good destiny, let you make love tonight. When you have done so, you will know why the gods have made such painstaking arrangements."

Leave after you have spoken.

There was dead silence in the room.

Mo Ran's arms and legs were restrained and he could not move. It was hard to tell how much time had passed, and even though he struggled and his wrists and ankles were chafed, he could not break the grip.

The fur was wrapped so tightly that the man was covered from head to toe, except for a strand of long black hair that peeked out from the edge of the quilt, making Mo Ran's heart flutter and panic.

He didn't know why that pervert Gouchen Shanggong had made such an arrangement, but if it did lead to a night out with Shi Mei

I thought about it, but suddenly I couldn't think about it anymore.

It seems that any more evil thoughts would be a blasphemy against that wonderful person.

Mo Ran stared at the dome of the stone room, his breath heavy and stifled, as if he had a heavy weight on his chest, something he had longed for for so long, but now that he had the chance to do it, he felt uncomfortable and awkward all over.

The initial nasty, dirty excitement slowly subsided as he calmed down between all the thoughts.

Gouchen Shanggong's design is inevitably bad for him. If it's bad for you, forget it, but if Shi Mei is involved for no good reason, then how can we bear it?

He is a scumbag, but when it comes to people he likes, he wants to protect them, not hurt them. Although he was a scum, Mo Ran wanted to protect the one he liked, but not to hurt her. So no matter what evil methods Gouchen Shanggong used, he would never bully Shi Mei when she woke up. After a long silence, he suddenly felt the slightest movement of someone beside him, who had finally woken up.

Mo Ran was busy turning his head to look and said in a mute voice, "Division"

Before he could say it, the word swirled hard on the tip of his tongue and was swallowed whole, and after a violent rolling of the knot in his throat, he spat out the latter half of the word.

"Respect"

Master

The moment he saw the face in his fox fur, he felt that all the high buildings had collapsed, and the battlements that he had built up in his chest had been flattened to pieces and cracked clean.

The slap on the face was louder than a slap on the face, and the protection, the not-bullying, the never-defiling.

Mo Ran is blue in the face.

He was now sure that the people living under Jin Chengchi, led by Gouchen Shanggong, were all a bunch of fucking blind men!

He likes Chu Wanning

Ugh.

I don't know what made those guys think that Mo Weiyu's sweetheart was Chu Wanning, whether it was the fox or the sculptor. Is it because they saw that he had slept with him before and still wants to sleep with Chu Wanning now?

Mo Xiao Your Mightiness righteously snarled in his heart. But no words came out of his mouth, and he just stared at Chu Wanning as his eyes slowly opened.

It's killing me.

It was as if he heard a click and something snapped in his head.

After a few moments, something else tentatively burned out of the ruins of the heart, emitting a fishy stench, black ash, and a twisted heat.

So hot.

It was like a dragon with a burning flame swimming in the darkness of a dead night, like a rushing lava and fire bursting out of a silent abyss.

The promised sanity and calmness were reduced to indistinguishable scorched shadows in the fires of the deceiving sky

He didn't expect it to be like this.

Chu Wanning's eyes, which used to be sharp and stern, are languid and dazed with a dense, hazy sleep. It was as if a rain had fallen in the bamboo forest, and all the thousands of leaves and sounds were moist.

He slowly sat up, and from the look on his face, he seemed to have been taken out of consciousness by something. The red fox fur slipped off his shoulders, and he seemed to have no clothes on underneath, and a slight movement revealed a large area of firm skin, and the back of his shoulders were spotted with the traces of his love.

How did this happen?

Mo Ran feels like she's going crazy.

Who did it

Who did this to his his his master, who did this to him

He's Chu Wanning!

Every inch of bone trembled minutely, and the blood of hate hissed and roared.

That's Chu Wanning!

Who moved his people

It's his

Mo Ran hated it so much that he no longer even considered that Chu Wanning hadn't belonged to him or anyone else in his life. All he could see was Chu Wanning's firm, well-formed body and the unfamiliar bruises on that familiar frame.

"Master."

Chu Wanning, however, seems not to hear his hoarse, distorted whisper, but drops his eyelashes and, like a puppet at the mercy of someone, leans over, caresses Mo Ran's face, looks him in the eye for a moment, then closes his eyes and, with thin, watery lips, takes Mo Ran's lips in his.

Rarely had he been kissed by Chu Wanning on his own initiative, and at the first touch, the fields were scorched, his eyes were a wild and glorious hue, and his heart pounded furiously.

Chu Wanning may have been cold and his body was cool, but the intensity of his lips and teeth were no less intense, Mo Ran still bitterly jealous of his humiliation, but jealous of being seduced by the man he knew so well, it was both painful and exciting.

After the kiss, Mo Ran breathed heavily and opened his eyes to see Chu Wanning's eyes shining brightly, his skin flushed with love, and he couldn't help but feel the blood flowing fast and want to hold his face.

But he was bound in chains and could not move his arms or legs. Chu Wanning looked at the chains and did not say a word, but sat up on his knees, close to Mo Ran. He could not help but lock his eyes on Chu Wanning's body, but he saw the marks on his long, slender legs that were clear to any normal man

His eyes were red and his eyes were wide open, and he sprang to his feet, but was strangled back by the chain and fell heavily onto the bed.

"Who is it?"

Unable to resist any longer, Mo Ran howls like a caged animal, almost out of his mind.

"Who the hell did this to you? I killed him. I killed him."

Who cares if he is Gouchen Shanggong or Old Wang, a god, a devil, a ghost or a Buddha, he is Fairy Tramper Chu Wanning, a Fairy Tramper, even if he is now trapped in this body of his youth, he is still the Emperor of the Human World at heart. Weiyu, he of Fairy Tramper

" Mo Ran "

It seemed that someone was calling him.

But the endless rage burned his ears and eyes, and he seemed to hear and not to hear.

" Mo Ran "

Kill them all. Intolerable, where is the Seeing Ghost why has he lost his psychic powers, why can't he summon the Seeing Ghost he is going out of his mind.

A great shame, a great hatred, a great shame, a great hatred

In his previous life, even if someone took one more look at Yu Heng, he could pluck his eyes out and let him eat them, and then he would hold Chu Wanning in his arms until they were both exhausted.

" Mo Weiyu "

Who on earth was shouting at him, so pesteringly.

But the voice was so familiar.

I think I've heard it somewhere

Not true.

As if, everywhere, he could hear it from time to time, and the owner of this voice seemed to have accompanied him through the endless years

" Mo Weiyu, come to your senses you are crazy what are you doing"

""

Mo Ran's eyes opened abruptly.

He followed the direction of the voice and saw a man outside the cell, dressed in white, with stern eyes and an anxious look, with a sword drawn between his eyebrows in a murderous manner.

"Master," Mo Ran said in dismay.

So what's on his bed is

When he turned his head, the face close at hand almost scared him to death.

When it comes to dead demonic creatures, this death is not used as a finishing touch.

What was lying on top of him, the one he had just kissed passionately, was really a dead thing.

The fox demon's eyes were hollow, his skin was blue and white, and he was no longer half alive.

Mo Ran thought that he had just kissed such a thing under the compulsion of a blindfold, and almost didn't vomit straight away, his face was as bad as it could be: "What the hell is going on here"

Chu Wanning was outside the cell with a spell talisman between his two fingers. When he saw that the dead fox demon had stopped moving, he knew that the talisman had been plucked from the body of the fox by Chu Wanning in the nick of time.

As soon as he was fierce, the talisman paper gushed out steeply in large streams of black and red blood, and with a pale and muffled scream, the paper was instantly reduced to bits of charred ash.

Chu Wanning spreads his palm and the scattered charred black slowly gathers in his hand, gradually condensing into a black piece. He stared at the piece, his face turning hard.

"It really is a Zhenlong game," Chu Wanning murmured, suddenly raising his eyes and staring at Mo Ran, "What did Shi Mingjing cook for you most often when you were sick?"

"Ahhhh" Mo Ran, who had been hit too many times in a short period of time and was now in a state of confusion, said, "What, what are you asking that for?"

Chu Wanning said sternly, "Speak up."

"Copycat."

Now Chu Wanning looked a little more relaxed, but his frown had not yet lifted, and he said, " Mo Ran, listen, that Gouchen Shanggong is a fake, not the God of Ten Thousand Soldiers. This man uses false images and has mastered the Zhenlong game, one of the three forbidden arts. So I have to be careful, fearing that you are also an illusion created by him."

Mo Ran is on the verge of tears of frustration: "What am I doing locked up if I'm an illusion?"

Chu Wanning: "I'm going to get you out of here."

Mo Ran nodded repeatedly and asked, "By the way, Master, what about Shi Mei and Xue Meng?"

"Just like you, they've been drugged by the drink and are being held elsewhere." Seeing the look on Mo Ran's face, Chu Wanning added, "Don't worry, they're all right now. But it's dangerous here, so I've asked him to wait outside and you'll be able to see them when we get out."

As for the Zhenlong game, Chu Wanning has no further explanation, nor does he need to.

One of the three most powerful and infamous forbidden arts in the Xianxia world.

As the name implies, Zhenlong is a game of chess in which the practitioner uses other people as pawns to make his or her own plans. The wielder is often not physically present on the battlefield, but rather in the shadows, laying down a chessboard in front of him or her and manipulating the bodies of the opposing pieces, so that the living and the dead, beasts and birds of the world will work for him or her. Those who are caught in a Zhenlong game will serve the wielder to the death, or if they are dead, they will fight to the death.

However, depending on the practitioner's magical power, the things that can be exerted differ. The easiest is to drive a recently dead person or animal, then a long-dead one, then a living animal or bird, and at the highest level of training, a living person can be manipulated.

There are few people in the world who have perfected the game of Zhenlong, but at the time of Mo Ran's reign, he had already perfected it to the point of perfection. In a life-and-death battle with Chu Wanning, he laid out a hundred-foot scroll, spilling ink onto the board and spreading beans into pawns.

In that battle, hundreds of thousands of pieces fell at the same time, so that the bird feathers covered the sky, the golden crows sank in the west, the dragon broke the water and the sea turned over. Mo Ran summoned an infinite number of beasts and birds and manipulated an endless army of living people. It was a scene that could not be seen even in the hells of the Shura.

The fox corpse in question was obviously manipulated through the Zhenlong game, but in addition to the Zhenlong game, there was another layer of spell-blocking.

According to legend, after the death of the ancestor of the Qingqiu Fox Clan, the furs left behind were made into seventy-seven or forty-nine pieces of fox skin magic treasures of different sizes. If you take someone's blood, drip it onto the fox skin, and then take the skin and cover it with anything, even if it is wrapped in a rotten log, you can turn it into the appearance of the object of that person's desire.

The fox corpse is wrapped with exactly this kind of magic treasure on the outside, but its changes are only visible to the eyes of the blood master; to the eyes of the onlookers, what is remains what it is, and does not change in the slightest.

It didn't take too much to free Mo Ran, and once he was out, Chu Wanning pretty much told him what had happened.

Mo Ran's greatest confusion is: "Master, how do you know that Gouchen Shanggong is a fake?"