Chapter 49: This Seat's Master is Always Angry

Chu Wanning's shock was beyond words, his eyes widened as he looked at Mo Ran in his dream like a ghost.

Mo Weiyu is a very handsome man, with broad shoulders, long legs and a head taller than him.

When he looked down at himself, his eyes were tinged with playfulness and mockery.

"Good master of this throne, you should really see what you look like nowadays."

He slid his fingers down Chu Wanning's cheek, resting on his ear, his eyes frosty.

After a few moments of silence, he grunted, then leaned in, a soft, hot touch sweeping over him as he took Chu Wanning's lips.

Chu Wanning was caught off guard when a string snapped in his head

Mo Ran is kissing him.

His breath was taking over him, moist, agitated, full of dirty, sinful desire.

Lips and teeth entwined in a single place, chests turning over in waves.

Chu Wanning is almost frightened, his eyes are wide open, his mind is a mixture of anger and bewilderment, but in the dream world, it is as if he has lost his psychic powers and can hardly muster even ordinary strength, he is unable to free himself from Mo Ran's grip and is firmly confined in his arms.

The Mo Ran in the dream was somehow completely different from the one he knew.

Instead of the usual obsequiousness and good-naturedness, he was aggressive and stern.

He could even clearly perceive the hot breath of Mo Ran as he breathed, sharp and low. Hot ambition and lust like lava that would melt him to water, flesh and bone.

Chu Wanning's face was so blue with anger that he was about to vomit blood. He could never have imagined that he could be pinned down by Mo Ran without any resistance, and what was even more unacceptable was that he felt his blood flowing and his fingertips getting weak in the midst of this fiery kiss and entanglement. He shivered in his arms, Mo Ran's chest so hot it seemed to melt away the ice and snow, to soak him, and he tried to struggle, but he had no strength.

By the end of the kiss, Chu Wanning's entire body was weak, and Mo Ran held him, turning his face sideways and pressing it against the back of his ear. His breath sprayed on the base of his ear, thick and passionate. Then he heard Mo Ran say, "I thought you wanted to make a deal with this seat."

Mo Ran's voice is hoarse, so hoarse that it is almost alien to Chu Wanning.

Chu Wanning lowered his eyes and saw the knot in his throat roll, a hidden, but almost hidden, swallowing motion.

"You have no more value to this throne, so let's talk with the last thing you have left."

Chu Wanning's voice was also muffled, whether from desire or anger, and he whispered, "What?"

Mo Ran pushed him against the wall and suddenly raised his hand, slamming it against the wall and grabbing Chu Wanning hard by one wrist that was held in chains.

Without malice, yet without apathy, he bent his head close to his ear.

Chu Wanning shuddered violently for an instant, a horrible numbness running up his scalp from his tailbone.

Mo Ran's voice is low and his breath is muffled and thick.

"You let me come once, and I'll grant you your request."

Chu Wanning's eyes widened with a watery tinge of lust, but more than that, they were unbelievable.

Mo Ran says these words with a coercive and mischievous air, his breath on the side of Chu Wanning's neck, a gentle tone, a vicious sentence.

"However, this seat is so disgusted with the Master, so I guess I'm not too interested in this face of the Master either. To have fun, I'll have to ask you to cooperate more."

Mo Ran paused and continued to act recklessly, holding everyone in front of him tighter.

"So think it over, if you will, and kneel before me, beg me nicely, coax me to my satisfaction, and then bow down yourself, prostrate yourself like a dog, submit to me, and beg me to look at you you, that's all."

""

Chu Wanning is going crazy.

Yu Heng, the Elder, is proud of his purity and innocence, and does not get involved with men or women, does not look at erotic pictures, does not listen to erotic songs, and is chaste and self-absorbed.

To put it simply, he knew very little about love affairs.

So he was unfortunately, though shaken with rage, only able to throw himself in front of such intense and unfamiliar feelings and collapse.

Mo Ran said, and waited a moment. When he did not respond, he cursed, but pressed on and began to kiss him again, kissing him enough on the lips, his heavy breath spraying against his ear again, his cheek rubbing against his sideburns, and then lowering his head to nibble hard on his bloody flesh, as if he hated it desperately, but also as if he was desperately thirsty.

What makes Chu Wanning's skin crawl even more is the fact that Mo Ran, despite all the roughness in his words, when he tortures him, confines him, says to him in a spiteful and morose way, "You don't pretend to be a gentleman, you don't pretend to be a saint", and looks up at him, his gaze is really hot and crazy, with a wonderful glow at the end of his eyes, as if he has finally released his long-held hatred. long-standing hatred had finally been vented.

It is also like the lustful lava that boils beneath the rock, spilling out at will after a long period of seclusion.

Chu Wanning looks as if he has been scalded by his wolf-like gaze and tries to look away, but Mo Ran reads his mind and pinches his face.

"Look at me."

The raspy voice rolled and shook slightly, whether from excitement or something else. It sounded like the hunger and thirst of a wild animal pouncing on its food.

"I told you to watch me."

Chu Wanning shivers and closes his eyes.

This dream is so ridiculous

"Master." The voice in my ear suddenly became warm and soft and gentle again, a familiar accent, "Master, wake up."

In a blur, Chu Wanning saw Mo Ran's face in front of him and without thinking, he slapped him across the cheek with a sharp, hard slap.

Mo Ran was caught off guard and was smacked squarely in the face, her eyes widening as she let out an "ah", "Master, why are you hitting people?"

""

Chu Wanning sits up, his phoenix eyes dangling, their tails tinged with anger and frightened.

His body was still shaking slightly as dreams and reality intertwined and drove him mad.

"Master."

"Don't come any closer."

Chu Wanning lowered his brow and snapped, startling Mo Ran with his overreaction. Half-heartedly, he said cautiously, "Bad dream."

Nightmares

Yes, it's a dream is just a dream.

Chu Wanning stared at the person in front of him with concern and took a few moments to come back to his senses.

He still lies in the Cangshu Library in the red lotus, the Loyalty Palace and the young Mo Ran, and all that remains is his still youthful face.

"Well, I'm good at beating people up in my dreams." Finally awake, Chu Wanning paused for a moment to compose his expression and, with long, thin fingers that still trembled slightly, fussed to straighten his lapel, suppressing the unresolved fever and unease, and said.

Mo Ran rubbed her cheeks, which were still red, and Silk huffed, "What kind of nightmare did Master have to hit so hard?"

Chu Wanning's face flashed with embarrassment, pursed his lips and turned half his handsome face sideways, keeping his mouth shut in a high voice.

His face was unruffled, but inside he felt his pride shattering: he had dreamed that absurd dream, so filthy and unethical that it was a waste of time to be a teacher.

What broke him even more was the fact that his body responded to this humiliating dream without argument

Fortunately, the robes are loose and flowing, so that no one can see them.

But Chu Wanning held the corner of his forehead, his face still darkened to the bottom of a pot.

Naturally, he could not take it out on Mo Ran in his dream, but he could take it out on the one who came to him. So with a tilted eyebrow, he asked, "Barging into my bedroom in the middle of the night, do you think the red lotus water salon is your home?

""

After being slapped in the face for no apparent reason, Mo Ran was aggrieved and whispered, "What's with the tantrums?"

Chu Wanning's eyebrows rose in anger: "I'm not mad, I'm going to bed, get out of here."

Mo Ran said, "But Master, it is already the hour."

Chu Wanning :""

"If we hadn't waited for ages at the Terrace of Good and Evil and not seen the Master, I wouldn't have dared to come to the red lotus water pavilion to look for you without permission."

Chu Evening: ""

The window of the Cangshu Library was hidden, so he pushed it open and saw that the sun was rising and the birds were singing.

Chu Wanning's face got even harder.

It looked like he might summon the Heavenly Question to whip someone at any moment.

The realisation that he had been dreaming until midnight, and would have continued to do so if Mo Ran hadn't come to call him, made Chu Wanning's forehead bruise and his knuckles turn the colour of jade as he squeezed the window pane.

Chu Wanning's spiritual practice has always been good at suppressing desire, and before this, he had never even had a dream, let alone an erotic dream.

Chu Wanning in this way, like a wooden man, stupid, dumb and stiff, their own mind cultivation to such a state of perfection, cut off desire, nothing but always like to despise the pair of lovers hanging out, despise that pair of Taoist couple double cultivation, at the end of this person also smugly think they are particularly noble.

But then the horse loses its footing and falls

And it was at the hands of his own young apprentice.

The noble and cool Master Chu, the wise Shenwu, no longer dared to look at Mo Ran, and angrily said, "Come with me to the Good and Evil Terrace for morning training" and waved his sleeves away.

Xue Meng and Shi Mei had been waiting for a long time and were sitting in the shade talking to each other when Chu Wanning arrived.

Shi Mei was very anxious: "The Master is never late, what's the matter with him today? It's already this time of day and he's still not in sight."

Xue Meng was even more anxious: " Didn't Mo Ran go to ask the Master to come back after so many days? He's not sick, is he?"

Shi Mei said, "I see that the wound on the Master's shoulder is so serious, although it has been well-tuned, but his body is weak, in fact, it is difficult to say"

When Xue Meng heard this, he became more and more restless and suddenly got up: "I won't wait, Mo Ran, that unreliable dog, I'll go and see for myself."

When he turned around, he saw Chu Wanning striding in, dressed in white.

The two men under the tree said in unison, "Master"

Chu Wanning: "Some things have been delayed. Let's take you to practice martial arts today, let's go."

Shi Mei asked Mo Ran, who was following her, in a quiet voice, while Chu Wanning was not looking, "Is it urgent that the Master is delayed?"

Mo Ran rolled her eyes, "Overslept."

"Ah."

"Shh, pretend you don't know." Mo Ran rubbed his cheek, the slap from earlier still hurt and he didn't want to be slapped by Chu Wanning again for nothing.

Shi Mei's eyelashes flutter: "Why is the left side of your face red?"

Mo Ran whispered, "If you keep asking, the right side of my face will have to turn red along with you, so stop asking and get out of here."

When the three of them arrived at the training ground, Chu Wanning sent Mo Ran and Shi Mei off to spar on their own, leaving Xue Meng alone.

Chu Wanning said, "Sit down."

Xue Meng was not sure what to make of it, but he had always followed his master's advice and immediately sat down on the floor as he had been told.

Chu Wanning also sat down in front of him and said to him, "In three years' time it will be the Lingshan Mountain Sword Talk, what are your plans?"

Xue Meng lowered her eyes for a moment before gritting her teeth and saying, "Plucked the top spot."

If Chu Wanning had asked him this before his trip to Jin Chengchi, Xue Meng would have answered with a flourish and a flourish.

However, at this moment, when he said this again, he could not let go of his pride and was holding on to it.

He was not without self-awareness, but he was not willing to give up his title as the "pride of the sky".

After saying the words "the first place", Xue Meng was anxious and peeked at Chu Wanning.

But Chu Wanning just looked at him, without the slightest mockery or question.

He said only one word simply and sharply.

"Good."

Xue Meng's eyes lit up at once: "Master, do you think you think I can still I", he said in a moment of excitement, he was a bit incoherent.

Chu Wanning said, "Under me, there is no disciple who gives up before he fights."

"Master."

"Those who participate in the Lingshan Mountain Sword Discussion are the best young men from all schools. Those without Shenwu will be no match for you, and those with Shenwu should not be afraid. Chu Wanning said, "Shenwu is not something that can be mastered overnight, but your sword, Dragoncity, is slightly inferior, but it is of the highest quality that can be forged in the mortal world. If you train hard and make good use of it over the past three years, it is not impossible to come out on top, so to speak."

Master Chu is known to have a keen eye for martial arts and a great deal of insight.

Xue Meng was heartened by his words, as he was a man who would never tell a good lie in order to inspire others.

"Is this true, Master?"

Chu Wanning squinted across his eyes and said gently, " Xue Meng how old are you past the age of five that I don't even coax."

When he said this, Xue Meng was a little embarrassed, rubbing his nose and smiling.

Chu Wanning added: "Win or lose Wuchang, but pride is not to be taken lightly, work hard for it and as for the result, you don't have to push too hard."

Xue Meng said, "Yes"

After Xue Meng was relieved, Chu Wanning came to the back of the stadium near the spiritual wooden piles. To prevent the disciples from injuring others when hitting the piles, this place was built in a somewhat remote area, and it was necessary to walk through a long corridor and turn a corner to reach the piles.

Shi Mei and Mo Ran had their backs to him and were talking, not too far away, just close enough to be heard.

"You guys," Chu Wanning was about to call them over, but the scene before him made him stop his words abruptly.