Chapter 83: The Seat Wants You

Mo Ran's eyes were bloodshot with madness. Trembling, he lost his senses and grabbed Chu Wanning by the throat, yelling at him as he kept asking questions.

As soon as he says the second half of the sentence, as soon as he says the phrase "no grudge in life or death" again. Then it will be a sure thing

"Mmm."

A muffled grunt rang in his ears and Chu Wanning could not breathe, his face flushed red, his struggle finally fading.

Mo Ran froze for a moment, his crimson eyes wide with a flicker of madness and clarity, then suddenly he reacted and let go.

""He opened his mouth, wanting to call out to his master, but could not, wanting to call out to Chu Wanning, but could not, hesitantly, let out a hoarse voice, "You."

With a thirst as dry as a fire in his throat, Mo Ran swallowed hard and sobered up a little as yesterday's events passed before his eyes, a life in which Chu Wanning had never been different, never reborn.

Then why would he say, right now, the last words of that previous life before he died, "It is I who have thinned you".

Wasn't this a false statement that Chu Wanning had no choice but to make to him in order to save Xue Meng and those hypocritical monks?

He had never believed it, never wanted to believe that Chu Wanning would actually admit to him that he was wrong, that he would say a soft word to himself. Chu Wanning must be lying to himself anyway, must not like him. This Master had never looked down on him anyway, had never been true to him.

He doesn't regret killing his teacher at all.

Not at all.

Mo Ran looks away and slowly closes her eyes.

He didn't want to be here any longer. What did it matter to him whether Chu Wanning lived or died?

He turned to leave.

Desire to go.

But I can't move my feet.

It is I who thin you out.

The cold, handsome face that was drenched in blood in my memory seemed somewhat gentle in the end. By the side of Kunlun Tianchi Lake, that man slowly raised his hand in a pool of blood and nudged his forehead with his fingertips, the fingers were already cold, but there was some warmth in his phoenix eyes. But Mo Ran thought at the time that he must have been mistaken.

No complaints in death or life.

Chu Wanning whispered softly, tears of blood slowly trickling down her eyes.

" Mo Ran "

The person on the couch murmured in his sleep, two soft tones that sent a shudder down the spine of the person he was calling. When he came back to his senses, Mo Ran was already standing at the edge of the bed, propping one hand against the wall and leaning down to stare into Chu Wanning's pale face.

Those pale, watery lips opened and closed slightly, and another sound entered the ear.

" Mo Ran "

Eyes closed, Mo Ran's long brow furrowed, fingertips jammed into the hard, cold pearboard, as if she was trying to hold something back. At last he could not resist, and said hoarsely, "Chu Wanning, do you mean it?"

"Do you mean what you say, all of it?"

His chest seemed to be on the verge of bursting, and since Chu Wanning would never be reborn, the fact that he was saying such things now would only be because he felt guilty that he had treated him poorly from this point on.

Is it genuine?

Chu Wanning was dreaming, so naturally he would not answer him, but Mo Ran was still waiting for an answer.

""

After waiting for a long time with her eyes closed, but still no movement, Mo Ran sighed and slowly lifted her eyelids with some reluctance.

But he was caught off guard and met a pair of smoky, phoenix eyes.

Half open, half closed, waking and sleeping.

Chu Wanning opened his eyes at some point, but it was clear from his expression that he was not actually conscious, but had only awakened temporarily from his ordeal.

Evening Yu Heng is usually as sharp as thunder, rarely this bewildered.

The person lying there is actually so beautiful, with the end of her eyes, tinged with some dense thin red, just looking at him unguardedly.

His heart fluttering violently, Mo Ran felt a tightness in his throat and whispered, "You."

The scene was so similar to the way she had made love to him in her previous life that Mo Ran's thoughts trembled, and for a moment it seemed as if she was still in Wushan Palace, Chu Wanning's prisoner, his forbidden pet, and just thinking about it made her mouth go dry and her breathing get heavy.

I can't

I don't like him.

Don't touch him again.

The grievances of the past are all behind us. In this life we are just master and disciple.

Mo Ran, propped up on the bed, looks down at Chu Wanning, holding back from overstepping his bounds. His long hair, tied in a ponytail, fell in a thousand strands down his shoulders, the end of which fell on the other man's pillow.

Chu Wanning lies in his clothes, his long hair scattered, at first numb, but after a while, his eyes gradually reflect the reflection of Mo Ran, and Chu Wanning is slightly stunned for a moment, and then it seems that the nightmare has not yet subsided, and he still does not know the date. He reached out slowly, pausing for a moment in mid-air, and finally touched Mo Ran's brow.

"It's me who's thin on you."

He said this with the same rare tenderness as in his previous life.

Mo Ran just felt a boom and something in his head, collapsed violently.

His heart was thundering, his mind was feverish, and the consciousness he had managed to regain collapsed, and before he could think about anything else, his familiar desire had made him lean over and kiss those lips, which were slightly open. In an instant, the past was like a sea of waves, and everything around him seemed to melt away as if it were frost and snow. It was as if in the soft red Wushan Palace, where the red candles of the dragon phoenix shone high, this man was struggling and cursing in the depths of the red tent, gasping for breath and humiliated, but he could not break free, could not escape his fierce grip.

"Mmm."

In the heat and humidity, Chu Wanning's muffled grunts drive Mo Ran madder and madder. Dislike, hatred, not touching him again, all of it shattered into nothing.

Mo Ran felt that he was not yet dead, and that the body beneath him, which was trembling slightly, was still his.

I wanted to kiss him, to hug him, to humiliate and torture him, to make this unattainable, cold, immortal man choke and beg for mercy, to lose his mind between the pillows.

" Chu Wanning," he murmured hoarsely.

The pleasure of extinction washes over the soul, even the fingertips are scalding hot.

He took the cool, soft lips again, the bitterness of the medicine still between his teeth, but his heart was beating like a drum and he was in a state of ecstasy. He knew this man all too well. After his rebirth, he had been reluctant to make out with him because of resentment. But when he kissed him, only Mo Ran himself knew that it was such a soul-crushing comfort, like a traveller dying in the desert tasting manna, like a cold night wrapped in fur warmed by a fire.

I thought that if I lived again, I would be cut off from him.

But I couldn't help it after all, and I was so turned on by his words that I could not hold back and kissed him without permission.

If it hadn't been for the fact that Chu Wanning couldn't tear the shirt off his body and something that suddenly fell out of the lapels and stuck Mo Ran, he might have been so dazed that he would have just taken his master without any consequences.

"Dang."

The metal that had stabbed Mo Ran's finger and fallen on the pillow rolled twice and stopped where it was.

Mo Ran was in the middle of something, so he didn't care about the small injury, he just gave the thing a furious glare and went back to fighting with the difficult clothes on Chu Wanning. The moment he was pressed against him, all the sensations of his past life returned, and the mere memory of Chu Wanning's slim, tight waist gave him an overwhelming thrill.

But Chu Wanning's white gown was under a spell, and she couldn't pull it off after a long time.

Mo Ran cursed, punched the bed board and got up to get his blade to slice through the three wrapped waist seals.

As he sat up, his eyes swept back to the metal object that had fallen next to him. Mo Ran ignored it at first, but suddenly a flash of clarity passed through his blazing mind.

He froze and jerked back to look at the thing again.

It was a shiny gold orchid butterfly hair button that he bought for Xia Sini after saving feathers for days at Peach Blossom Yard.

At the time, he even put the clasp on Xia Sini's ponytail and coaxed the upset youngster, saying, "Children should use gold and red, look, it's so lively."

Mo Ran picked up the clasp and felt cold water being poured over her head. The whole person was stunned.

Not what's going on here

How did something he gave Xia Sini end up in Chu Wanning's arms?

Could it be that

A terrible thought came to Mo Ran's mind and he slowly turned his head back, his eyes still wet with lust, and fell on Chu Wanning, his master had passed out, Mo Ran stared at his face, his heart skipped a few beats as he looked at the lips that were a little red from his kiss.

Impossible, never.

He thought he must have gone mad

Did Chu Wanning not lie to him?

Could Xia Sini really be Chu Wanning's son?

This suspicion sent shivers down Mo Ran's spine and he felt his scalp explode