Chapter 88: This Seat Meets the Second Reborn

Looking up suddenly, he followed the sound.

A man draped in a floor-length black brocade cloak with gold embroidery appeared at the end of the line. He is tall and erect, covered in fabric, even his face is veiled in black, revealing only eyes that are not too clear in the dark.

In that man's hand, he held a knife.

The slender blade, black in colour, is unmistakably sharp.

No return.

"Who."

"Who I am, it doesn't matter." The man said coldly, in an odd voice, as if deliberately distorted, "All you need is for me to know you."

Mo Ran flinched, but remained calm and hunkered down.

"I'm just a disciple at the top of death and life, you know what I do, is it interesting"

"Disciple of the top of death and life, yes, but have you forgotten that you are also a Fairy Tramper, an emperor of the human world, an evil spirit who has killed his master to prove his way, a dead soul who has fled from the path of the Yellow Spring?"

With every word he said, Mo Ran's blood ran an inch colder through his body.

The whole thing was like falling into an ice cave.

Fairy Tramper.

Slaughtered all the seventy-two cities of Confucianism.

Emperors of the human realm.

Married to the most beautiful woman in the world, he killed his teacher and killed his relatives to reach the top of the human pole.

The man said coldly, "You are, Mo Weiyu."

Mo Weiyu.

Ten evils are unforgivable, and ten thousand deaths are not to be lived.

Mo Weiyu, who deserves to be cut into pieces, gouged out of his heart and eyes and left for dead on the summit of death and life

"Who are you?"

Mo Ran's eyes were red and his face was no longer boyish, but a fierce, vicious ghost-like fury, as he confronted the man at the end of the aisle, and the next moment he was going to lock his throat and tear the names he never wanted to hear again down his throat.

The man raised his black-veiled hand, and the long walkway was instantly filled with ice crystals, separating the space between them.

"You can't summon this sword now, can you?" The man walked slowly and stopped about ten paces in front of him, "Emperor of the Human World perhaps it would be better to call you Mo Ran now It's ridiculous, have you ever taken a good look at yourself now"

"A heart no longer cold and hard, following Chu Wanning around was really good for him."

"Reborn, reborn, where is the man who said he would protect in his previous life"

Mo Ran's face changed rapidly: "Shi Mei, what have you done to Shi Mei?"

The man did not answer, but only sneered: "Know why you can not recall not return?" His fingertips slowly stroked over the sunken blade, "only because, your soul will change, hatred, will be scattered before you die, regret that life, can not keep your Mingjing brother unharmed, had hoped that if there is an afterlife will not be negative to him. "

Those stern, appalled eyes suddenly lifted.

" Mo Ran, did you make it?"

"I"

"The ghost world boundary will be broken, the events of that year will be repeated, you will have to watch his body die and soul perish again, and then kneel and beg Chu Wanning Compassionate heart you are failing the opportunity to start over in this life, you are not worthy to touch the non-return again."

"You know I am reborn, who are you, the fake Gouchen, or some old ghost who came back from the dead like me?"

"Heh," the man laughed softly, "an old ghost who came back from the dead... yes, I am an old ghost who came back from the dead... otherwise do you think that you are the only one who has been reborn with the blessing of heaven in this world?"

Who is it

A blur of faces passes frantically through the mind.

Those who died in his former life during his lifetime.

Xue Zhengyong, Lady Wang, Chu Wanning, Song Qiutong, Ye Wangxi

Or the man who forced his way up to Wushan Palace in a previous life and buried him.

Xue Meng, Mei Hanxue, the lords of the ten schools

Who is who

Who knew his secret, who choked him, who were the spirits and demons that separated him from life and death, who came after him across the Yellow Spring, who were the ones who wanted to push him to the end of his rope?

In a matter of moments, the man's clothes were flying and he had moved in front of him. Mo Ran was shocked to see how strong this man was even after his rebirth.

The blade of Bugui's sword was already against his chest, and the slightest pressure could have pierced the flesh and damaged his heart.

" Mo Weiyu, I thought you were an infatuated person, but perhaps it is because your Mingjing brother is so blessed that you have been reborn and still don't have him in your sights."

Mo Ran gritted his teeth and said, "Nonsense."

"I'm talking nonsense," the man sneered, placing one hand against Mo Ran's throat and slowly sliding it down to his chest, "How much room do you have left in your heart for him, and I'm afraid what little nostalgia you have has long since worn off, is there any left?"

Mo Ran said angrily, "I know better than you who I have in my heart... Why don't you take off your veil and show me?"

"There's no hurry if you want to see me." The man's voice was like smoke, and his gaze was evanescent, seemingly with some sneer that didn't take people seriously, "I'll show you when you're dying in this life."

"You're the one who's dying, you."

Before he could finish his sentence, he felt an icy chill beneath his feet. Mo Ran looked down and saw that the man's ice spikes had climbed up his body at some point.

Ice spell, ice spike water attribute

Who, in a previous life, would have cast such a spell

There have been so many adversaries that when you try to remember in a hurry, your mind is a mess.

Xue Meng, Fire.

Chu Wanning, gold, wood.

Ye Wangxi, Tu.

Xue Zhengyong, Tu.

Who on earth was it, and how could I not think of anyone who had such great power to manipulate the cold ice?

"You're right, I'm going to die too. But, Mo Weiyu, that must be a long, long time from now."

Genuine ice quickly froze over the entire body.

This man's strength was so terrifying that Mo Ran let out a little of his spiritual energy to fight the ice, and felt a brutal and tremendous force lashing out at him.

The man in front of us is even more powerful than Chu Wanning

Water properties.

Who

A blur of a face seemed to flash in the light of day, but before he could think clearly, his throat was in the man's grip.

The tips of black veil-covered fingers rubbed his throat, and the man's eyes were sombre and lightless.

"My longevity is not for Your Majesty the Emperor to worry about." He said slowly, "It is better to let me, first of all, call back some of the love you were born with, lest you do not do the right thing and spoil my great plan."

"Mmm."

A poof.

The unreturned cry of sorrow cuts through the flesh and blood of its former owner.

"The wound is not deep, only your blood will be taken and a seal will be made."

The man really only dabbed some blood on his wound, and then nodded on his brow, muttering the words.

Mo Ran felt a sharp pain in his skull and cursed, "Fuck, you, mother, were you chopped up by me in your last life or did I kill your ancestors?

"Shh, don't move. It's just a goodness spell."

"I don't fucking care if you're a kindness spell or a disgusting spell, will you stop disgusting me and get out of my way" "Mo Ran ah." The man sighed softly as he slowly drew the spell on his brow, "How can you bear to tell me to get lost." After a pause, he resumed muttering the incantation, "The heart is not like water, the intention cannot be stopped, the door to the heart is open."

Sudden twinge in the chest

"You."

The ice spell suddenly lifted and Mo Ran stumbled unsteadily, blue and white, slowly dropping to her knees.

"You still don't thank me." The man in black lowered his eyes and looked at him with indifference for a moment, then said indifferently, "I have enlarged your heart to its fullest extent. If you still don't know how to protect Shi Mei and do your utmost to die, then you are really useless and nothing more than an outcast."

So this kindness spell is to make the love and hatred in the heart stronger and more vivid?

Why did this man go to such lengths to save Shi Mei's life?

Water properties

These were the last few stray thoughts that flashed through his mind before his consciousness returned.

"With a thud, Mo Ran fell to the ground, dropping two curtains of deep lash feathers. The man in black looked at him coldly for a moment before he leaned down and checked his pulse, pondering for a moment before raising his hand again, a blue glow in his palm.

"All forgotten."

The man in black whispered the two words. The blue light intensified and Mo Ran's tightly locked brow, slowly loosened.

When he wakes up, he will only remember that he went out and summoned Shenwu and that Shenwu did not come. He will not remember anything else, and he will not know that there is another reborn person in the world.

And the effectiveness of the Good Heart Mantra, although it only lasts for a few days, does a good job of showing people in confusion the way to their hearts.

"Emotions expand, only to find yourself liking Shi Mingjing more and more when you wake up, so much so that you want to rip your heart out and give it to him." The man in black said coolly.

"See you later, Emperor Fairy Tramper."

After a night of turmoil, things settle down and Mo Ran opens his eyes early the next morning to find himself still lying next to Chu Wanning's bed. The window in the guest room seemed to have been blown open in the middle of the night and was half open, half closed, creaking against the wooden ribs as the morning breeze gently opened and closed.

The room was quiet and Mo Ran did not look into the bed, but knew that Chu Wanning was not yet awake.

Outside the window of the half-bar, the sky is crab green, the rising sun has not yet broken through the clouds, the morning is often pale and lacking in blood, the sun has not given it much warmth, not many people get up early, and she is too lazy to dress up, too lazy to heat up her haggard and tired face.

The wind that blew in had a slight fishy smell of grass and dew.

Mo Ran just lay there for a while, letting his consciousness return, and then sat up, only to have a pain come from his shoulder.

Strange, when the dress had a tear and some dried blood was coming through underneath.

He stayed for a long time.

Didn't I go out last night to visit Bugui only to remember that Bugui didn't respond and that it should have been a forgery. Then later, it seems to be

Hiss, can't think straight.

I looked around and saw a thick nail protruding from the dark brown floor, perhaps it was the nail that had scratched me.

Get up in your clothes and look at the bed.

Chu Wanning is still lying on his high horse, although he is used to being on top and enjoying the good seats, and he has to settle for what's left of him, like the floor at the end of the bed, for the night. But today, he is inexplicably very angry, staring at the man's side and itching his teeth a little.

"Why is it always me on the floor and you on the bed? It's all right to respect the teacher, but there's no such thing as loving the young."

Mo Ran was very upset.

The thought that there was still a nail protruding from the floor that had scratched itself for no reason added to the indignation.

It was still early, so he didn't want to be on the floor any longer, so he simply lay down on the bed and closed his eyes for a nap.

Two people, one facing left and one facing right, with a wide bed, do not touch each other.

Once embraced in dreams, now they sleep in boundaries.

It was clear that in his last life, skin to skin and limb to limb, on the wildest days, even he would not withdraw after each night of lovemaking with him. And it was the two people who had been so intimate that now lay at the very ends of a large bed, so asleep.