Chapter 50: This Seat Loves You

As a man who loves his weapons, this was a scene that left Chu Wanning speechless with anger.

He was afraid he had seen a fool.

Not far away, under a flowering tree, Mo Ran summoned the Shenwu. The Shenwu can stretch itself and control its size, but normally people would prefer to make their weapon bigger, more imposing, or at least keep it normal like Chu Wanning. Mo Ran, however, has made the Shenwu small, about the length and thickness of a hair tie, and with its delicate broken leaves, the Shenwu looks like a small, pathetic child.

Chu Wanning's Tianwen is golden when infused with spiritual energy, but Seeing Ghost is red.

So, leaving out the willow leaves, the ghosts look like Mr. Hong lines

" Shi Mei, you tie this to your hand and I want to know if seeing ghosts is as good at coaxing people to tell the truth as Heavenly Questions."

"Uh you're going to try it on me."

Mo Ran laughed, "Yeah, because I'm best friends with you, and I trust you not to lie to me."

Shi Mei is still hesitant: "That's true, but..."

"Gee, I don't ask tricky things. If you don't believe me, let's make a hook."

said, holding out his little finger.

Shi Mei cried and laughed: "How old you are and how childish you still are."

"If you're eight, you can do it, and if you're eighteen, you can still do it. Mo Ran said, grinning and giggling as he took Shi Mei's right hand and wrenched out his little thumb. Shi Mei was amused by him, but there was nothing she could do about it, so she let him go.

Mo Ran caught Shi Mei's pinky, but instead of hooking up with him, he narrowed his eyes and laughed, "Hell, let's get to work."

With two swishes, Shi Mei's little thumb was tied in place and the other end was attached to Mo Ran's still-standing little finger.

The handsome young man smiled like a sly fox who had ascended to heaven, with deep dimples, and said gleefully, "Congratulations, you've been fooled."

Shi Mei simply cried out in disbelief, "You you untie me."

"There's no rush." Mo Ran laughed, "I'll ask a few questions and then let loose."

In fact, Mo Ran has been a little uneasy since Jin Chengchi got the Sauvignon Blanc and Shi Mei failed to open the box.

Although Shi Mei was wearing gloves and could not touch the Sauvignon Blanc directly, Mo Ran was still not completely over it, not to mention the fact that the box was opened by Chu Wanning in the end.

Chu Wanning How is this possible?

So Mo Ran thought it must be a broken Sauvignon Blanc.

But to confirm this, he thought it best to double-check with seeing a ghost.

He has no doubt about his feelings for Shi Mei, but he is worried that in Shi Mei's mind, he doesn't matter at all. As for Jin Chengchi's comment about liking her, it could be a mistake.

He thinks Shi Mei is a gentle person who is always nice to everyone. Unlike Chu Wanning, who has a face like she owes him a lot of money, she is particularly disliked.

Fairy Tramper is a tough guy, but when he's thinking about his sweetheart, he can get himself tangled up.

"First of all." Mo Ran was jittery but still smiling, pretending to be relaxed and casual, and decided to deliberately throw in a few unrelated questions to set the scene.

"What do you think of Xue Meng?"

With a pain in her finger, Shi Mei couldn't help but be honest: "young master is very nice, but he is too straightforward and sometimes unbearable."

Mo Ran stroked his palm and laughed, "Gee there are times when you can't stand him hahaha, no wonder, after all he is so annoying."

Shi Mei blushed: "Keep your voice down so the young master doesn't hear you."

"Fine, fine." Mo Ran laughed, "But I'm especially happy when you say bad things about him."

Shi Mei :""

Mo Ran asked again, "So what do you think of the Master?"

"His Holiness is very good, but he is a bit," said Shi Mei, who looked very reluctant to comment on Chu Wanning, but bit her lip for a moment as she was bound by the ghost, "grumpy."

"Haha, where is he cranky, he is clearly very cranky. He gets angry every now and then, and refuses to admit it when he's angry, I think even the Noble Consort is better served than him."

Chu Wanning, standing in the corner: ""

Mo Ran, suddenly a little curious, asked, "Then why did you worship under his tutelage if you knew that your master had a bad temper"

Shi Mei said, "My master is cold-faced but kind-hearted. I am not as gifted as others, but he never thinks I am dull. He, he treats me very well."

Mo Ran was having fun, but when he heard this, he suddenly curtailed his laughter and fell silent.

After a while, Mo Ran said, "He's not treating you well. He just teaches you some spells and takes care of you once in a while, as any master would do."

"That's not the same."

Mo Ran, suddenly unhappy, puffed out her cheeks, "He doesn't treat you well anyway. I can do all the things he does to you."

Shi Mei then stopped talking.

In this embarrassing silence, Mo Ran gradually calmed the fire in his heart, and when he saw Shi Mei's eyes dropping, he suddenly felt guilty and whispered, "I'm sorry."

"It's fine." Shi Mei said. But after a moment, Shi Mei said again, somewhat abruptly, "Some years ago, before you came to the Top of the Dead, once I was walking along the road and it suddenly started to rain heavily."

"I had not yet joined the Master at that time, and was running inside the rain when I met him. He was holding a red oil-paper umbrella, and when he saw me in a sorry state, he told me to hide under his umbrella. I had heard of his cold reputation for a long time, and was so apprehensive as I walked alongside him."

"And then what?"

Shi Mei looked gentle and said, "And then then we didn't talk the whole way."

Mo Ran nodded in agreement: "He's such a boring guy, there's really nothing to say to him."

"Yes." Shi Mei smiled up, "Master said very little. But when he brought me to the door of the house, I thanked him. Suddenly I saw that his right shoulder was all wet, while I had stood on his left all the way and hadn't gotten any rain at all."

Mo Ran :""

"The oil paper umbrella was very small, in fact only big enough for one person to hold. He blocked most of it for me, and I watched him walk away inside the rain, and when I got back to the house, I wrote the obeisance and begged him to take me under his tutelage."

"Stop it." Mo Ran suddenly said, "You're so kind-hearted that if you go on, I'll feel sorry for you."

Shi Mei said in a gentle voice, " Mo Ran, don't you feel sorry for the Master? He only has such a small umbrella because he always walks alone and no one wants to accompany him. So, sometimes I don't care if he is harsh with me or reprimands me more. Because I remember his soaked shoulders."

Mo Ran doesn't say anything, but the tip of her nose is slightly red, and a sourness drifts up in her heart.

The soreness was a little blurred, and suddenly it wasn't clear who the feeling was for, exactly.

" Mo Ran, let me ask you a question."

"Well, you say."

"Do you hate the Master in particular?"

Mo Ran froze: "I"

"Or rather, you don't like him."

When Shi Mei asked this question, his gaze, which had always been calm and soft, seemed a little sharp for some reason. Mo Ran, who was unprepared for him, was suddenly speechless under such a sharp gaze.

Mo Ran smothered his head, neither nodding nor shaking it, and only after a long time did he force a smile, "Oops, wasn't I the one who asked you the question? I actually got sidetracked by you accidentally. It's not like that."

Seeing that he avoided talking about it, Shi Mei, who was exquisite, did not force the issue and only smiled, "I just asked it casually, you don't have to take it to heart."

"Yeah." Mo Ran picks up her mood and then raises her eyes to look through the curtain of deep lashes at Shi Mei's pretty, moon-like face.

Originally, his third question was to ask Shi Mei whether she liked him or not. But after this conversation, his heart was heavy and he pursed his lips in silence for a while before Mo Ran suddenly said, "He's my master, but he's just a master, so there's nothing to like or dislike."

At his words, Chu Wanning, standing in the shadows, twitched her eyelashes like the rustling of a butterfly's wounded feathers.

There are things that are clear in my mind, but when I really confirm them, I feel like I am drifting and my heart is sinking into the sea. Perhaps it is because autumn has come a little early, Chu Wanning suddenly feels a little cold.

In the distance Mo Ran and Shi Mei were talking and he closed his eyes, the slight nausea that had been welling up from time to time recently roaming his skull again.

Suddenly feeling exhausted, he turned to leave.

But within a few steps, Mo Ran's voice was carried by the autumn breeze, if at all, to his ears. It made him stop in his tracks.

Mo Ran was asking Shi Mei a third question, "Okay, you've talked about Xue Meng, and you've talked about the Master, so tell me about me."

He tried to keep the concern in his voice to a minimum and asked carefully, even somewhat humbly.

" Shi Mei, what do you think of me"

Shi Mei, however, suddenly stopped talking.

Shi Mei resists answering, and as a result, the ghost's red glow grows, tightening its grip on Shi Mei's fingertips.

Shi Mei frowned, "Ouch."

"I only ask you to say one thing." Mo Ran's heart was not in it, but the doubt was buried deep in his heart, in his past life and in his present life, and had almost become a demon in his mind, so he still insisted on asking, "What do you think of me"

Shi Mei shook her head and closed her eyes, seemingly in pain, her long, slender eyelashes trembling uncontrollably and a fine sweat gradually seeping from her forehead.

"" Mo Ran saw him like this, but in the end, his heart softened and he sighed, "It's just"

He was about to withdraw to see the ghost when Shi Mei, however, held back to the utmost, his face white as gold paper, said hoarsely, "I think you, very well."

Mo Ran's eyes widened suddenly.

After Shi Mei said this, her face, which had been pale, quickly reddened and seemed chagrined, her eyes dropping as she dared not look at the other man.

Mo Ran didn't hold back, and when she looked up at Shi Mei again, her brows and eyes were all aglow with the warmth of spring flowers.

He said with some lazy laugh in his voice but his eyes were a little moist, "Yeah, thank you. I think you're very nice too. I've told you all about it in Jin Chengchi, but you don't remember it either. So I want to say it again, you're really likeable."

Although he did not specify what he liked, Shi Mei's neck was still red and she could not say a word.

Mo Ran's deep, lacquered eyes gazed up at him. The lustre in their eyes was so clear, as if stars dipped in the sea and fine waves surged up to the Milky Way.

"I want to treat you well and make you happy."

Shi Mei is not a fool, she knows what he wants and can't help but lower her head.

Mo Ran looked impressed and couldn't help but raise his hand to touch Shi Mei's sideburns. But before he could get close enough, there was a flash of golden light and a solid "snap" of a cane whip to Mo Ran's face.

"Ah" Mo Ran turned back in shock at the pain.

He saw Chu Wanning, dressed in white, standing with his hands in the air, standing by the white wall of the green eaves, looking down at them coldly. Like a spiritual snake hissing and spitting, the Heavenly Question coiled around the ground, the willow leaves twitching and occasionally bursting with clusters of sparks and wisps of golden light.

Shi Mei exclaimed, "Master"

Mo Ran covered her face and said, "Master."

So what if you're hated, so what if you're not liked

Anyone else might have been crying, but Chu Wanning was crying ridiculous tears. Of course, it was a good idea to beat up the one who had no eyes.

Chu Wanning looked extremely cool as he walked up and said coldly, "If you don't train properly, what are you chatting about here? Mo Weiyu, you think you've got the last Shenwu and you're a sure winner, no one can beat you.

"Master, I just want to"

Chu Wanning has a fierce look in his eyes and Mo Ran has shut up.

" Shi Mingjing come with me to spar, Mo Weiyu ." He paused, disgusted, "Go practice, and if you can't get ten moves under me when I come to spar with you, go back to your own house and be punished by copying the Qingxin trick three hundred times. Go away."

Ten Tips

Mo Ran thought it would be better for him to go straight to copying the Qing Xin trick.