Chapter 97: The Throne

" Mo Ran, Mo Ran ."

It seemed that someone was calling him.

He opened his eyes in a blur, and his groggy vision reflected a snow-white shadow that looked vaguely like Chu Wanning, but he couldn't believe it, except that he felt his hands folded over his chest, constantly sending spiritual energy into his bloodstream.

So warm

Who is it

He blinked hard, trying to open his eyes to see the too-blurry figure.

" Mo Ran "

"Master, Master."

He swallowed the blood in his throat and mumbled the question.

Warm droplets of water dripped onto his cheeks and gradually he saw that the man before him had eyes like Jiangnan's almond blossoms, his face was pale and stained with blood. Mo Ran stared at him in awe, never having seen such a look on Chu Wanning's face before.

His master had always been reticent, but the man in front of him, was crying.

Mo Ran reached out and tried to touch it, to find out if it was real, or if it was an illusion seen by someone who was dying. But his fingertips came within inches of the man's cheek and then stopped.

Sometimes hating someone is a habit. If you suddenly stop hating them, you become very confused.

He didn't dare touch it.

I'm afraid it's true.

I'm also afraid it's a fake.

He saw behind Chu Wanning a sea of bodies and blood, not knowing whether it was Butterfly Town after a fierce battle or whether he was already in a hell of hell. He knew that he had deserved to die for what he had done, and that when his life was over, he would be condemned to an eternity of death.

Available Chu Wanning

He was a good man.

How can one come to accompany oneself and be trapped in the abyss for eternity.

"There's one last thing." Chu Wanning's voice sounded like it was coming from the deep sea, so hazy, "You can't sleep through it, or"

He saw blood oozing from the corner of Chu Wanning's mouth.

The golden light became more and more intense, and suddenly the person in front of him was enveloped in a halo of light and actually took on the form of a child.

"Otherwise, I, Yu Heng, will no longer have you as a disciple."

"Master Xia."

As he watched Chu Wanning turn into Xia Sini, Mo Ran was so shocked that the pain in his wound suddenly became excruciating and he passed out again without thinking.

" Mo Ran ."

That soft, almost sighing voice, I don't know if it was a vision from a previous life, but a murmur he left in his ear.

"I'm sorry, it's Master's fault."

Again the phrase again the phrase

Chu Wanning, I don't want you to admit you're wrong, I want you to

How

Suddenly, he stopped, not knowing what he was thinking.

Don't want him to admit he's wrong, so what do you want him to do?

His eyes snapped open and he gasped violently. Mo Ran, his sweat drenched shirt, raised his eyes and saw a neat and clean room, without much decoration.

He was already lying in his bedchamber at the top of the dead life.

He's still alive!

Looking around incredulously, I lifted a slightly cold hand and touched the spot where my heart had been wounded. It was wrapped in a thick bandage, and the blood blotted out through the gauze, and it hurt a little to touch it, but underneath the gauze, the heart was still thumping, so strong, surging with the ecstasy of life after a robbery.

He is still alive.

He is still alive

The blood rushed wildly through his young body, shaking his soul and making his fingertips tremble.

Suddenly he heard the sound of the warm curtain being rolled up, Mo Ran sat on the couch and looked up sharply, facing a beautiful woman who had lifted the curtain and entered.

Shi Mei was not expecting Mo Ran to be awake and was startled for a moment before saying, "Mo Ran, you... you."

" Shi Mei Shi Mei "

Mo Ran called out to him several times, his eyes bright and obsidian, and he leapt out of bed, not caring about the pain of his wounds, grimacing and twitching twice as he leapt forward to embrace Shi Mingjing in a hug, overjoyed.

"Great you're not dead and neither am I. It's over, it's all over."

This rift in the sky was the great catastrophe of his past life, when spirits and demons fell from the sky, taking Shi Mei and pushing Mo Ran into the abyss of evil.

It is this chaos that he is anxious to repeat after his rebirth, fearing that he will end up alone once again, treading on the jagged white bones of his loved ones and walking alone to the empty Wushan Palace.

But God had not been kind to him, and everything changed when he stepped forward and willingly died for Shi Mei.

No longer will he be alone, no longer will he be separated from his family, no longer will he be forced to run away to the mountains at night, no longer will he be a loner at the end of the earth, from now on, the curse of evil will be broken

He is truly free from the nightmare of his previous life; he is truly reborn.

Mo Ran held Shi Mei for a long time before separating from her, her eyes so bright with fireworks, like two curtains of twinkling stars.

Shi Mei remained frozen in place until Mo Ran cupped his shoulders, smiling down at him for a long time, before he gradually came to his senses, his forehead probing and actually resting against Mo Ran's chin of his own accord.

" Mo Ran ."

"Uh-huh."

When Shi Mei lifts her face again, her eyes are a little wet with the lightest of smiles.

"It's a good thing you're still alive."

Mo Ran laughed and rubbed his head, took his hand and said, "Idiot, why would I be okay I"

He wanted to say more, but suddenly another one leapt outside and lifted the curtain, striding in.

" Xue Meng "

"" Xue Meng was really a cautious person, probably because Butterfly Town had been robbed of the limelight during the exorcism, her face was gloomy and her lips were tightly pursed. When he saw Mo Ran awake, he paused for a moment, then turned to Shi Mei and said, "When did he wake up?"

Shi Mei hesitates for a moment before she speaks, her tone a little worried: "Just now."

"Hmm." Xue Meng responded, still unwilling to look at Mo Ran.

Mo Ran said, "Children are children, they are like being robbed of candy when they are outclassed, they don't have a good face for half a day.

But he was in a good mood and didn't want to argue with Xue Meng, instead he laughed and said, "It looks like I've been asleep for a long time, who brought me back?"

"Who else could it be." Xue Meng flung his sleeves and hands, his face extremely pale, "It's not even the Master"

"Ah."

At this Mo Ran was stunned, a few fragmentary moments from her coma flashed before her eyes again, but when she woke up, she was surprised and happy, and the more she saw then, the less sure she was that what she saw was true.

He mused, "Master Xia."

At his words, Xue Meng's body shook imperceptibly before she said stiffly, "You saw it."

"What."

"Master Xia is the Master."

Mo Ran, who had only been guessing, was shocked to hear this, and couldn't help but lose his breath: "What?"

Xue Meng turned her head sharply, looking odd, as if she was trying to hold back something: "Why? I thought you already knew."

Mo Ran exclaimed, "How could I possibly know I just had a blurred vision of the two of them alternating silhouettes when I was unconscious I"

I think of Xia Sini's company at Peach Blossom Yard, where they slept together, and of the golden hair button that fell out of Chu Wanning's lapel when I couldn't help myself at Linling Island.

Begonia handkerchief.

Clothes that change size with the shape of the body.

The tiled soup held in Xia Sini's hand.

He tilted his head and called him Brother, while he stroked his head and smiled, saying that from now on we would be brothers and Brother would love you.

All these things come and go like smoke, one moment with Chu Wanning's too-slow face, the next with Xia Sini's pursed lips.

He once said in front of Xia Sini that Chu Wanning was bad and that he didn't like him.

He has also patiently brushed Xia Sini's long hair.

The hair is so soft and flows through the fingers like ink.

When you think about it, it does look so much alike

Mo Ran just felt his head explode and teased in place a few times, muttering, "Master is Master Xia Master is Master Xia"

He stopped violently, almost frantically.

"Are you kidding me? How could the Master be Master Xia?"

" Mo Ran "

Mo Ran cried and laughed, "He, they are alike in many ways, but they are always different. Master Xia is such a good person, how come"

"What do you mean."

Xue Meng suddenly interrupted Mo Ran's sentence, his eyes fixed on the other man's face.

"How come a man as good as Master Xia, as good as he is, wouldn't be a master?"

Mo Ran said, "Naturally, I'm not saying that Master is bad. It's just that Senior Brother Xia has always treated me with sincerity, and I've come to regard him as my own brother.

Xue Meng said angrily, "Master Xia is sincere, but Master is false"

Hearing the stormy note in his voice, Shi Mei rushed to tug at his sleeve.

" young master, think about what uncle said Mo Ran he just woke up and "

Xue Meng, however, abruptly shook off Shi Mei's hand, his brown eyes still fixed on Mo Ran's face, the veins in his neck even shrugging slightly in anger, like a snake that hisses and exhales, ready to devour its prey and quench its poison.

"Mo Weiyu, tell me clearly today, how can the Master not be Xia Sini and how is he not worthy of the word sincerity?

It was not the first time he had seen Xue Meng's angry and resentful appearance. In his previous life, he had been the Fairy Tramper Emperor, and every time he saw Xue Meng, he was always in such a choking temper.

I can't help but be a little annoyed too, frowning, "What do you care so much about my business with him?"

"About you and him," Xue Meng said, "do you have him in mind?"

Mo Ran laughed: "You're sick, aren't you Xue Meng, why are you mad when you have nothing better to do? Come on Shi Mei, let's go to the Loyalty Palace and ask Uncle and Master for clarification." With that, he pulled Shi Mei away from him and walked past Xue Meng to go outside.

Xue Meng stood still for a while, seemingly trying to suppress something, but when Mo Ran was about to leave the door, he still couldn't hold back and turned around and shouted angrily: " Mo Weiyu, do you have him in your heart as your master?"

""

Mo Ran was distracted by his shouting for no apparent reason. He stopped in his tracks, and his brow, which had been softened and brightened, was gradually lowered to a deep blaze.

Shi Mei squeezed his palm and whispered uneasily, "Don't pay any attention to him, he's not in a good temper these days. Let's go."

"Hmm."

But before his hand touches the heated curtain, Xue Meng's voice rings out, muffled, hot and dry, like it's coming out of a fire.

" Mo Weiyu, fuck you, what a piece of shit."

The curtain was released with a "sandy" sound.

Mo Ran closes her eyes and then opens them.

" Mo Ran "

Shi Mei tried to pull him back, but he gently blocked him away.

He turned his face sideways and turned around. The two youths were exactly the same age, but Mo Ran was already quite a bit taller in stature, and the man's shadowy, icy appearance was truly appalling.

Mo Ran smiled suddenly, but his dark eyes were sunken and unsmiling.

He said, "What a no-good."

" Xue Meng, I have never despised my master in my day, nor have I stood by and watched when the heavens split. I ask you, as his disciple, what have I done wrong"

""

"I was unable to repair the boundary and fell from the pillar, but he did not even look at me, leaving me to die or live. I ask you again, if you were in his shoes, wouldn't you feel cold?"

" Mo Ran "

Mo Ran's handsome features twisted in a grim way as he talked about the pain of his two lives. He said, "I thought I had done my duty to him, that I had no shame. I don't know how you can stand in front of me and say that I am not something. Xue Meng, you think I have never cared for him, but you are wrong.

"But this man is made of stone." Mo Ran whispered, each word like a machete to the heart, dripping with blood, " Xue Meng . Listen to me, I don't care how good a Taoist master he is in the eyes of the world, how powerful a patriarch he is, how late at night Yu Heng Beidou the Immortal Djinn, none of that matters."

"The important thing is that when the sky cracked and leaked, my life was in danger. Begging him to turn back, he didn't even part with even a glance."

It was clearly so chilling, so angry.

But when he said it, he managed to say it calmly, except that his eyes were more or less red.

"And, Xue Meng, I can tell you this. Whoever fell off the Pendragon pillar, even if it wasn't me, you, or Shi Mei. He would not have saved you."

Because I've seen it with my own eyes.

In the snow, he turned away, leaving his disciple's bones cold.

"Nothing is more valuable than the good name of his Beidou immortal father." Mo Ran laughed coldly, wondering if the light was dim and his laugh Mr. Rong Xu was a little forlorn.

"He who lives lives, and he who lives thin, dies."

Before the last word was spoken, there was a sudden flash of light and a strong wind in front of him.

The room was cramped, and Mo Ran was aware of the blow, but since Shi Mei was behind him, he stood his ground, fearing he might hurt someone.

Xue Meng pounced on him like a cheetah and grabbed Mo Ran's lapel, only to hear a crunching sound as Xue Meng slapped him hard across the face.

Mo Ran was furious at the beating she had received for no reason at all, and choked the young man with her backhand.

Xue Meng did not answer, but howled angrily, "Mo Weiyu, you beast!"

He was so unreasonable, he didn't know what kind of drugs he had taken, he had no sanity at all. He and Mo Ran were fighting to the death in this empty hut, like two trapped beasts, eager to tear the skin from each other's bodies and chew the bones and blood into their bellies. A lone lamp swayed indifferently, revealing their furious silhouettes on the stone wall, like a shadow play that drank blood and hair, like a totem of evil spirits.

Suddenly, Mo Ran heard a choked sob from Xue Meng.

It wasn't too loud and he thought he had probably misheard it.

But just as he finished that thought, a few tears fell on the back of his hand.

Xue Meng suddenly let go of Mo Ran, pushed him backwards and sat curled up on his knees, bawling uncontrollably.

Mo Ran's cheeks were still red and swollen, but he was confused by this, thinking that he hadn't made a killing move, so he didn't cause him so much pain.

Before she could finish her thought, she heard Xue Meng sobbing and hissing uncontrollably.

"How can you say he didn't save you how can you say he didn't save you"

The tears rolled down and it was hard to put them to rest again.

On the other side, Shi Mei saw that Xue Meng could not hide the matter after all, so she let out a sigh and finally lowered her eyes without speaking.

Xue Meng choked back a sob, "How sad he would be to hear you say that underground."

The words came out so abruptly that Mo Ran didn't react for a moment and just froze: "What?"

Xue Meng just cried out in pain as his fangs quenched into Mo Ran's neck, but also pierced himself.

He cried so sadly, periodically and in tatters, he couldn't stop wiping his face and his eyes, his eyes sometimes fierce and sometimes mournful.

He crouched on the ground and would not get up.

The face is buried in the crook of the arm for a long, long time.

Mo Ran gradually felt a numbness rise up from the soles of her feet, and gradually the cold spread throughout her body.

He felt his lips move and heard himself asking.

" Xue Meng, what did you say"

Xue Meng cried for a long time, or maybe not so long, but Mo Ran felt she had waited too long for that thunderous answer.

"The Master," Xue Meng finally gaped, "is no longer with us."

Mo Ran was speechless for a moment, her body chilled, just listening blankly, as if she did not understand what he meant.

No longer

What's not there anymore

Where did it go when it was gone?

Who is no longer there who is no longer there

Who is no longer there

Xue Meng slowly raised his head, his eyes seemingly filled with hate, mockery, and the deepest of painful disgust.

"Do you know why he didn't turn around then?"

""

"My father said, after mending the heavenly rift he has been spiritually exhausted, you think the ghost world's fury only hit you a person Kanshu boundary is twin how much damage you suffered, he also suffered the same just he held up and did not talk to people."

Mo Ran felt a "buzz" in his head.

Did he not save Shi Mei in his previous life, too?

Mo Ran doesn't dare to think about it anymore, her fingertips are shaking slightly.

"No way he's obviously so comfortable."

"When has he ever been uncomfortable in front of people" Xue Meng said, his eyes reddening and tears falling again, "He came down here long after his qi had failed him, and after he put a defensive spell on you, he left you and didn't look at you, and what do you think it was because"

Xue Meng's words shed blood.

"The Master is aware that he won't last long. His aura is so high that if he shows a break he will attract many evil spirits Mo Ran, Mo Ran Do you think he is leaving because he doesn't want you?"

Mo Ran :""

"He left so he wouldn't get you involved, Mo Weiyu. He was afraid of dragging you down."

"The ten sects fought a bloody battle until dusk, killing and wounding countless people. Xue Meng gasped for a moment and choked, " Mo Weiyu, you were brought back by him it was he who took the medicine to recover his body and then dragged you, crawling out from the mountain of corpses and blood, it was he who was covered in wounds and gave you the last of his spiritual energy"

"No way."

"He was the one who brought you home. You were still awake at that time, and he was so depleted that he was no longer like a mortal, so he could no longer use his magic, nor could he transmit his voice.

"No."

"More than three thousand levels of the long rank he one whose spiritual power has been dispersed."

Mo Ran closes his eyes.

He saw Chu Wanning, still alive, carrying his dying self on his back, crawling slowly up the endless steps in the shimmering moonlight, covered in blood and stained with white.

That man, once so unattainable and immaculate.

Beidou Xianzun, Evening Yu Heng.

Mo Ran, with a lump in her throat, said with a shudder, "It's impossible how it can be done."

"Yes." Xue Meng speaks, also stunned and red-eyed.

"When I saw him, I thought I was crazy and that what I was seeing was a hallucination. Because I was thinking the same thing." He sighed almost tersely, "how to do it"

"It can't be," Mo Ran suddenly let out a whimper, clutching her head and mumbling helplessly, "It can't be."

"The blood of the Long Steps is not yet finished, that is the way he will take you home." Xue Meng was cruel to the core out of hatred, "Go and see, Mo Ran . You go and see."

"No way."

Mo Ran's anger was so great that he grabbed Xue Meng and pulled him up off the floor and against the wall, his face transformed into a leopard.

"Impossible, impossible. How could he have saved me? He never liked me, never despised me."

""

Xue Meng did not say anything, but after a short period of silence, he suddenly smiled miserably.

" Mo Weiyu, it's not that he looks down on you."

In the flowing candlelight, Xue Meng's moist eyelashes lift and she looks at him with unbridled hatred.

"It's me who looks down on you."

Mo Ran :""

"I despise you, Elder Xuan Ji despises you, Elder Greedy Wolf despises you, who are you." Xue Meng practically spat these words in Mo Ran's face, "Bastard."

"You."

Xue Meng suddenly laughed as he tilted his head and looked up at the dark and dreary roof: " Mo Ran, on the top of this death and life, if there is one person who thinks the most of you, it is him. But this is how you repay him."

He smiled and laughed, then suddenly closed his eyes and tears rolled down his face again.

This time it was a soft choked sob.

" Mo Ran, your Master Xia, my Master, is dead."

Mo Ran was literally bitten by the most vicious snake in the world, and he was scalded, startled and generally jerked loose, taking two steps back, as if hearing the sentence for the first time.

A shiver started up all over his body.

Xue Meng suddenly called out to him, "Brother."

Mo Ran stepped back, but her back hit the cold wall and there was no way out.

Xue Meng finally stopped crying.

Just the tone of voice, as calm and unruffled as death.

"Brother, we no longer have a Master. "