He almost never praised the ink burning.

The only straightforward sentence was taken by him as a parting gift, and when his life and death were uncertain, he humbly gave it to his sweetheart.

Also known as "Ah, how did I explode the word count, this is really a bit long"

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The time interval between the poisoning seems to be extraordinarily long.

The emotional ups and downs were too violent, and the ink burned only remembered that he was finally coaxed to sleep by Chu Wanning, and after spending a long time in the dark, he gradually recovered.

There was a slight dizziness in the brain, and Mo Ran felt that this feeling was a bit familiar, but the five senses had not fully recovered, so he could only hold on to the soldiers. Burn!"

With a little anxiety in the coldness, it is the voice of Chu nightning.

Mo Ran struggled to open his eyes, and what he saw was Chu Wanning's slightly nervous face. He held Mo Ran in his arms and was gently shaking his shoulders.

Seeing him awake, Chu nightning seemed to relax a little and asked: "What's wrong? Is the teleportation array too fast?"

Teleportation Array?

As far as the eyes can see are the stone walls reflecting the strange red light, the ink burns over the side, and sees a pool of boiling magma... not magma, it is the molten iron of the sword-casting pool.

Memories came one after another, and Mo Ran remembered the illusion of fake gouchen. He propped up and glanced around. It was indeed the imaginary arsenal of gods. Xue Meng and Shi Mei were also next to him. It was Jin Chengchi, right. It seems that he and Chu nightning have just been transferred to the site of Pingxin Liu, and they lost consciousness briefly because of the snake venom.

This is actually a bit strange. Looking at the timing of going back before, all of them are very difficult to describe, as if the unfortunate snake will make him regret it too much. But this time the nodes are a little gentle, and the ink burns a little bit confused. Although I feel that the whole world is a fantasy made by memories, I still dare not take it lightly.

Chu nightning's cool fingers caught his pulse, and he helped him up without noticing the difference.

Xue Meng was not disturbed by the episode of Mo Ran. He kept staring at Chu Wanning. Seeing that his face was a little pale, he asked uneasy: "Master, are you okay? Your face is so bad."

Mo Ran listened to his heart. He was busy observing the situation and didn't take a closer look at Chu nightning. Now he was busy looking back at him. I really saw that his look was a little ugly, and the blood of his lips was a little lighter.

"Master? What's wrong, where are you uncomfortable?"

He stood very close to Chu nightning, and took advantage of the situation to hold his hand like in the blood lake. Chu nightning was stiff, and reason and the sensuality of greed for warmth fought for a few rounds, and he was not willing to let go.

"It's okay, just a little dizzy."

After all, he walked towards the sword-casting pool, and as soon as he took a step, he was pulled by the ink.

"Why doesn't it matter? That teleportation array is indeed very violent. After a long time, it is easy to get dizzy and nauseated. Master, take a rest and then go."

Chu nightning frowned, entangled in the two major issues of when he was so squeamish and when he was so concerned about himself. Just as he was about to say something, he heard the blisters coming from the sword-casting pool. sound.

This time, you don't have to worry about rejecting the words. The **** body that jumped out of the molten pool instantly attracted the attention of the four people. I saw the ghost of the pickling willow before, and I didn't think there was anything, but instead It was Xue Meng who stepped back a few steps, with a frightened and disgusting expression.

The next thing is not too different. Chu night Ning translated Cangjie's ancient text according to what Pingxin Liu said, and learned the spells he mastered. Ping Xin Liu was still dry before explaining the pinching technique, and it melted in the hot water. In the boiling water, there is no trace. When they were talking, Mo Ran had been looking around, racking his brains to try to find a way out, but this **** arsenal was obviously a trial ground carefully built by Gou Chen, and all the enchantment points that could be broken were airtight and powerful The magic of the ancient gods, the ink burning is not sure to forcibly destroy it.

The four pieces of lottery were sent out by the molten iron column without any accident. The ink burned and had no other way. He had to take the lottery representing the blood dripping as before, and secretly made up his mind that it must be in Chu nightning. Before breaking the dream demon, I figured out how to untie the shackles of Liu Teng and the sword.

The four of them have drawn the lottery, and Mo Ran wanted to pretend to be stupid again and talk about the uncultured words of "Pengguyu", but there is a Chu nightning beside him. , when he reached his lips, his voice changed, and he said the three words "blood dripping" seriously.

As soon as the voice fell, a rusty hourglass came out, the cross above it was strangely unpredictable by the scarlet halo of the cast sword pool, and the dark green willow vines moved without wind, shaking their heads and tails.

Immediately, he suddenly exerted his strength, and the sound broke through the air, hitting the ink burning.

He was prepared this time, and before Chu nightning reacted, unexpectedly, he directly threw a red enchantment in front of him, blocking his way to save himself.

Chu nightning was unprepared and slammed into the translucent enchantment. He didn't care to think about why the ink burned so quickly, and screamed: "Ink burning!!"

The ink burned on the spot, turning a deaf ear.

Said to be good to you, how can you be hurt again for me.

Before Chu nightning pushed him away, the thorn vines all attacked into the body, and they came out from the five holes stabbed by the ghost master of ceremonies.

Those fresh blood flowed on the original spotless white clothes, making Mo Ran feel that Chu nightning's white and flawless seemed to be tainted by himself, and he began to choose to suffer so much pain that did not belong to him.

Mo Ran shook his head slightly, stabilized his mind, and stared at the willow vines that were quickly entangled, without any intention of dodging.

Fujio was already in front of him, and he was about to tie his neck.

Suddenly, golden light scattered!

The sturdy rattan was torn apart in an instant, and the branches and leaves were scattered wherever the golden blade swept.

The youth's cultivation base is not high, and the spell is not strong. At the critical moment, Chu nightning resolutely poured into the spiritual force directly, shattered the enchantment with violence, and then sacrificed Tianwen, swept it out, and cut off the willow rattan.

A vine branch was broken, and the rest flew over, but this second was enough for Chu Wanning to flash to the ink and use the back as a shield to protect his little apprentice.

The ink burned only had time to see the golden light and green vines bursting in front of the eyes, and the light and shadow had not dissipated, and there was already a warm splash on the cheeks.

"Master!!"

"Master—!"

The shouts of Xue Meng and the teacher seemed to be separated by a layer of film, and they were not really heard. In the mind of the ink burning, there was only the face of Chu Wanning who was close at hand, and the blood-green rattan that was struggling from the snow-white lapel.

The ancient Liuteng penetrated the back with a thousand jins of strength and tenacity. Chu nightning couldn't stand, rushed forward, and fell into the arms of the ink burning and trembling.

"Master, Master..."

The gushing blood rushed out, flushing the ink-burning brain into a blank.

He is already a man who can be alone, and it is a century-long time away from that reckless and indifferent young man.

But why exactly...

Why does no matter what age the ink burns, in front of Chu nightning, there seems to be no difference?

Chu nightning bet on reputation to save the stigmatized master Mo, bet on dignity to protect the little disciple who could not see his heart, and finally bet his life in exchange for stepping back to the Xianjun who was abandoned by the world.

It seems that no matter what the ink burns become, Chu nightning will protect him at all costs.

"Replace... give me your signature..."

Chu nightning slightly propped up his body, raised his blank sign with difficulty, and trembled to send it to the palm of the ink burning.

Half of his face was stained red by the splattered blood, and the **** gas burrowed into the nasal cavity recklessly, burning the ink to make the heart palpitate.

He was afraid of meeting those willow vines, so he could only hold Chu nightning in a twisted posture, and trembled: "Master, it's okay, it's okay, don't move, I'll-"

"Sign it to me!"

The gloomy vine branches on the hourglass began to move again. Chu nightning was so anxious, he slapped the hand behind him with a palm, and the golden light flashed, and the thin vines on the back were cut off.

After some actions, he was so pale that his face was pale, and the ink burned pale, and he rushed over and hugged him.

But he just took the lead in drawing the enchantment and has made Chu nightning prepared.

The ink burning repair is not as good as Chu Wanning, and the body of his youth is at a disadvantage. Chu Wanning's palm is printed, and he shoots him a few steps away with one blow, and he gritted his teeth and held the remaining willow vines on his body, ruthless. Get down, as in the previous life, pull out all the artifacts mixed with flesh and blood from the body.

Chu nightning repeatedly shouted: "Give it to me!"

Cold sweat flowed into the wound to make the pain worse. He tapped the acupuncture point to stay awake, urged several times, but saw Mo Ran standing there with a look of grief and anger, and decided to hand him the lottery.

Behind him, Duan Teng straightened his waist and twisted enchantingly in the air. Chu night Ning Yin lowered his face, no longer spoke, and walked towards the ink burning.

His footsteps were sluggish, but his expression was resolute.

The ink burned suddenly a little scared, and the sparse blood droplets seemed to warn him arrogantly, even if he knew the development of the matter, it would not change the ending of Chu nightning.

But it was never an option to capture it without a hand. The ink burned the old trick again. He calculated the time and pretended to return the lottery to Chu Wanning, but he used all his strength to hit him at the moment when the rattan struck for the second time.

He did bump into Chu Wanning, but the imaginary sense of restraint never came, because Chu Wanning was not pushed away by him, but instead hugged him with 12 points of strength.

He relied on the advantage of his figure to put the ink in his arms.

The back was penetrated by the rattan again, and the ink burned by him on his chest. He couldn't see the situation, but his mind was full of **** pictures. Chu nightning's original white back should have been riddled with holes and horrible to see. .

Feeling distressed and guilty like a flood, he begged bitterly: "Master!! Please... please let go, go away!"

Under the ravages of these painful memories, it was difficult for the ink to remain calm. He frantically hammered Chu Wanning's chest with both hands, trying in vain to push him away from him.

Chu nightning lowered his head, looked at the almost collapsed look of the ink, closed his eyes, suppressed the unbearable and sour in his heart, grabbed his hand holding the sign, and stuffed his safety sign into his palm.

The ink burned in his bright eyes and saw half of his blood-stained, bewildered face.

He can always give the things that are left to him, but are completely his own, willingly to the ink, without hesitation, he can't help but say. Just like the white lottery at the bottom of Jin Cheng Pond, like his thin life in Caidie Town.

The target changed hands, and the sign sticking to the ink burning hand fell off, and was held by Chu nightning without thinking.

The rattan still stuck in his body responded to the array, changed the target, pulled himself out abruptly, and then wrapped around Chu Wanning's waist and limbs, and in an instant he was forcibly dragged to the cross of the hourglass.

The ink burned the face like the earth, staggering and crawling forward, "Master--!"

The cross is made of black iron, and it is extremely hard. Chu nightning was surrounded by Liu Teng and slammed into it, his head buzzing, and bursts of dizziness. Suddenly, a blue light appeared in the blurred vision. Chu nightning took a closer look and saw a quaint beast-headed sword coming, the sword body was quenched with cold light, and the four characters "Gou Chen Shangguan" were engraved on it. It is the divine martial art that is the leader of the ten thousand soldiers!

The Divine Sword slashed iron like mud, unstoppable, and effortlessly sank into the chest and ribs of the person bound by the five flowers on the cross.

Chu nightning clenched his lips and teeth, did not let a pain escape, shivered and exhaled, looked at the burning ink on the ground, and his lips were slightly raised.

"Don't be afraid, protect yourself."

The water curtain of the sky poured down, forming an unbreakable barrier in front of the hourglass, isolating Chu Wanning and the three.

Xue Meng and the teacher were both shouting heartbreakingly, and the ink burned without saying a word, and rushed directly into the water curtain.

The surging water smashed the ink with the spiritual power of the ancient gods. He only felt as light as a feather in it, and he was bounced out without fighting back. Those water splashes hit the body cold and into the muscles, and the dark force with divine power hit the top of the heart, and the fierce impact made Mo Ran a staggering back a few steps, stumbled and barely stood firm.

Many years ago, the appearance of Chu Wanning being drenched in embarrassment seemed to be in front of him.

The ink burned vaguely in the messy thoughts. At that time, Chu nightning also tried to pass through the tough barrier of turbulent water again and again, and was bounced back again and again, until the blood water gathered into a lake under his feet, kneeling on one knee. Can't move anymore.

He thought it was just an ordinary splash, but he didn't expect it to be so painful.

After trying dozens of times, the ink burned finally unable to support, and both knees slammed on the ground, holding the body with both hands, panting.

The blood in the chest cavity was surging, the ink burned with a cough, and the corners of the mouth oozing blood.

At this time, Gou Chen's voice began to sound in the hall, and he told the cruel rules of Nightmare Illusion in a low and indifferent manner.

"Break out of the dream, otherwise, your companions will die of blood."

The ink burned both inside and outside the body as cold as an ice cellar. He raised his eyes stubbornly, trying to see Chu Wanning through the mottled water curtain, staring at his eyes and telling him that you should not be afraid.

Don't be afraid, I will definitely come to rescue you.

Just like you were.

But the water splashes that hurriedly flowed were too urgent. The ink burned and couldn't see Chu Wanning. He could only struggle to look at the figure that couldn't see the color clearly, and then slowly fell into the topping willow with a fake dream.

In the arsenal of the gods, only Chu Wanning was awake. After listening to Gou Chen's narration, he did not have much trouble in his heart. Looking at the sand and water in the funnel of the soles of his feet, he was a little fortunate that he was here at the moment. Not that rash little apprentice.

Although Mo Ran has experienced ups and downs when he was young, but after all, he is younger. If he is really tied here, he will probably be afraid.

As a teacher, Chu nightning is fulfilling his responsibilities all the time. He didn't expect any apprentice to break the dream demon of the topping willow to save him. From the moment he grabbed the ink burning lottery, he was ready to fight alone.

Thinking about his feelings for Mo Ran, he couldn't help but have a little selfishness.

Would you think about me a little bit in the midst of a dreamy town of Nanke, a pillow of yellow beams?

But the ink burns clearly hates himself...

Well, after all, it is the moon in the water and the flowers in the mirror.

How can someone who is so hateful like him dare to ask Mo Ran to abandon happiness and happiness, just to save his life? It's a vague, even absurd fantasy.

Thinking of this self-defeatingly, the wound with the sword inserted between the ribs seemed to hurt a little more.

A cool breeze blew, and the ink burned and stretched, and found that he had fallen asleep leaning on the pillar of the pavilion at some point.

This is not very good. If Shizun wakes up at this time, I'm sure to whip him a few times.

In the Yuting Center of the Red Lotus Waterside Pavilion, Chu nightning is meditating. This is the last day of his retreat. The ink burned to help Xue Zhengyi finish the study and invited him to **** him.

There is a pot of tea warmed with magic and a few plates of cakes on the stone table, and the ink burns lazily on the bench, counting the lotus petals in the pool in every possible way.

Apologize, don't apologize, apologize, don't apologize...

Hey, let's apologize, say sorry, and give him another glutinous rice dumpling. Master loves sweets, and he will definitely forgive him.

He stole the begonia flowers carefully cultivated by Mrs. Wang a few days ago, which angered Chu Wanning and slapped him with Tianwen. Mo Ran felt that he was picking flowers and was going to give it to Chu nightning. Don't mention more grievances in his heart, but he never held grudges, especially the hatred of his favorite master, so he was awkward for a few days, but he couldn't help but accompany him to retreat. The Chu nightning.

Counting the time, Chu nightning is about to wake up. He turned over and sat up and stared straight at him. The facial features of the people in front of him are like finely crafted jade, and the eyebrows and eyes that are usually air-conditioned are also a lot softer at this time. Like the slightly melting ice and snow, I saw the ink burning and my face was slightly drunk.

In the heart, the dark eyelash curtain of Chu nightning trembled a few times.

"Master!"

As soon as Chu night Ning opened his eyes, he saw the indignant little apprentice flying into his arms.

He quickly held the ink and said angrily: "What are you doing recklessly? Be careful!"

"Hehe, is Shizun thirsty? Are you hungry? I've prepared food for you, come and use it!"

Chu Wanning didn't drop water for ten days, and when his consciousness entered Taixu, he didn't feel any difference. Now that he came back, he really felt hungry.

He coughed lightly, got up unnaturally and sat at the stone table, slowly eating tea under the gaze of the ink-burning hippie smiling face.

Mo Ran held his face and was very happy to see Chu Wanning eating, and then hesitated for a while, hesitatingly said: "Master... I apologize to you, I shouldn't pick Mrs. Wang's flowers, I'm still ignorant. I'm sorry for being angry with you..."

Chu nightning moved for a while, took back the hand that was going to hold the teacup, and said seriously: "Knowing mistakes can improve a lot, and I won't make mistakes in the future. I'm too harsh on you, I shouldn't punish you so severely... I apologise to you as a teacher."

Mo Ran's eyes lit up, changed his tone before, and said cheerfully: "No! Master's punishment is right! Ah, I brought some Yu Yuanzi, sweet, Master must like it!"

Steaming into the dry green lotus leaf bag revealed a few crystal clear balls, Chu nightning saw a slight smile, raised his hand and rubbed the top of the burning ink, "Thank you, it's hard to remember it for you."

Chu nightning smiled very beautifully, like the wind blowing snow, the plum blossoms first bloomed, and the rare gentle face fell in the ink burning eyes, tickling his heart.

But... has Master always been like this?

Shouldn't he pretend that no one is allowed to enter, and then refuse a few words insincerely, and then embarrassedly eat the dessert he actually likes?

The ink burned with a little doubt and watched Chu Wanning finished eating the cakes. He shook his head and packed the tea set with a smile. "Is the teacher tired? Do you want to go to sleep?"

Chu nightning lowered his head and thought for a while, and said softly: "Alright, you have been sitting for a long time, don't clean up first, let's rest together."

The ink burned for a while, and then he said happily: "Okay!"

He put down the food box in his hand, and as Chu Wanning returned to the bedroom of Honglian Shuixie, he usually wanted to be close to the master, but unfortunately Chu Wanning would not agree to live with him, so he could only dare to dare I dare not speak.

Retired the shoes, the ink burned into the inside of the bed, Chu nightning was lying next to him, with only a thin quilt on his body.

"Is Shizun cold?"

"Well..." Chu nightning heard the words and moved a few inches in, "some, can you warm me up?"

"...Ah? Ah...Okay, okay."

The ink burned for a while, and reached out and touched the back of Chu nightning's cool and clean hand, and the cheeks were burning like a cloud, but Chu nightning didn't seem to notice, and he hugged him along his hand.

"!"

This time I couldn't sleep, and the ink burned stiffly and let Chu Ning hold it until the sun sank, and the people around him woke up faintly.

Chu nightning rubbed his eyes, sat up and asked: "Well...why have you slept for so long, are you hungry? I'll go and make a bowl for you."

The ink burned and finally woke up from the embrace just now, and stammered and replied: "Okay, okay."

The curtain was pulled up, revealing the golden-red glow, and the clear outline of Chu Wanning's eyebrows was plated with a layer of gold. He turned his head and smiled at the ink, "Well, then you can come to Meng Po Tang after you rest for a while. "

In the kitchen, the ink burned and rubbed his still hot cheeks, and probed inside.

The sky has darkened, and after dinner time, there is only Chu Wanning in Meng Potang. There was no light in the kitchen, and he didn't pay attention in the dark, and the blade made a cut in his finger.

"what……"

The blood beads came out one by one, and the ink burned quickly and ran in, grabbed his injured finger and checked it carefully.

"Why are you so careless!" The wound was a little deep, and the ink burned up and blew up distressedly, asking: "Does it hurt?"

Chu nightning answered unprecedentedly: "A little bit."

The ink burned.

In the darkness, the bloodstains from Chu nightning's fingers were dark red, and an indescribable fear slowly flowed into the burning heart like the bloodstain.

Master...it's not like this...

God knows how much he wants Chu Wanning to smile at him, show obvious love to him, show weakness to him, and be sweet to him.

But Chu nightning is not such a person.

Wan Ye Yuheng is a cold and bone-piercing, tenacious and unyielding sword, a knife.

The soft heart hidden under the layers of ice, will only be revealed when it is a little bit. His concern is like a small stream of water under the soil, silent but moisturizing all things.

Chu nightning is even less likely to cry in pain. He will only lick the wound alone. When he appears in front of people, he will be the indomitable and invincible Beidou Xianzun. Even later in Nanping Mountain, when he relied on himself wholeheartedly, he never asked for help because of old wounds and pains.

Wait... Nanping Mountain?

The blood in front of him was a little blurry. Chu nightning hooked his fingers and said: "The ink burns... it hurts, you help me blow it again."

No... No... This is not Chu Wanning.

The ink burned and said: "Shut up..."

"What did you say? It's fine if you don't want to. I'll just continue to be a copycat for you."

Mo Ran listened to this, and subconsciously said: "No! I, I don't want to..."

Chu nightning turned back and smiled, and stretched out his bleeding fingers in front of him.

Dark blood fell, splashing blood flowers on the wooden floor.

tick tock...tick tock...

Familiar pictures flashed through the ink burning brain.

In Caidie Town, Chu nightning protects him, his claws wear his shoulders, and he gritted his teeth. Next to the yellow spring water at the top of life and death, he scolded Chu night Ning Dongshi, but that person still cared about him and believed him. When the sky cracked, he concealed his injuries, and then he was dripping blood step by step, and he climbed the three thousand-long steps on his back.

Lost his life and got him back.

But even so, he still didn't say a word, and he never said his own good after walking through the underworld.

This is Chu Wanning.

The blood flowers on the ground seem to merge with the pool of blood mixed with broken willow leaves on the soil of Jincheng Pond, becoming a helpless lake and sea, surging silently, engulfing the ink.

When I opened my eyes again, it was still in front of the water curtain that penetrated the sky and the earth.

The water flow has weakened a lot, and the ink burned vaguely saw the reddish blood at the bottom of the hourglass. I was shocked, and I quickly got up with my hands and feet and rushed into the water curtain.

This time he was not hindered, but as soon as he entered the other end of the water curtain, a cluster of fireworks ignited under his feet, instantly burning through the bottom of his boots.

The ink burned his feet and looked at it, only to find that the feet, and even the whole body, were not his own.

It is a teacher.

Recalling that he mistaken Chu Wanning as a teacher back then, Mo Ran felt uncomfortable and fortunate at the same time, at least he can now use the same method to compensate Chu Wanning a little.

With each step, the fire under his feet became hotter and hotter, and before he reached the hourglass, the ink-burning feet had been burned, making it difficult to walk.

The blood in the leaking pot was getting thicker and thicker, and the ink burned up and looked up. Seeing that Chu nightning lowered his head, he didn't know if he fainted. He was anxious and shouted: "Master! Master!!"

Chu nightning just tried his best to break free from the shackles of the pinching willow. At this time, his spiritual power was depleted and he lost too much blood. He vaguely heard someone calling him in the dim consciousness.

He raised his eyelids with difficulty and saw that the teacher was struggling to walk towards him.

The man's feet were bleeding profusely, and the ground was scorching with fire every step of the way, but he didn't care and kept his steps firm.

Ink burning actually didn't expect it to be so painful. The spirit fire seemed to jump from the soles of his feet to his legs, and he could no longer feel the place below his knees.

He couldn't imagine how Chu nightning listened to him mournfully.

The body was tested by the fire, but the heart was never spared.

How tormented.

Distress and remorse are spreading, and at this moment, they have been turned into a driving force for Chu Wanning.

"Shi Ming..." Chu nightning shouted half of a name, and was surprised that it was wrong.

When did the teacher have such sad and determined eyes?

There are too many emotions in these eyes, which is definitely not something that Shi Mingjing or Xue Meng can have.

"Ink burning..."

He called out these two words in disbelief, with bitterness and sweetness in his heart.

When he heard the word "teacher", Mo Ran was ready to be regarded as a teacher. He never thought that Chu night would recognize him so quickly.

What about him? How did you get so blinded at that time?

He climbed up the willow vine with his bare hands, and he never stopped when his palm was pierced by the scorching spikes. He said firmly, "Master, don't move, I'll come up immediately."

But how could Chu nightning be watching him suffer so much.

"No, go back!"

He began to struggle violently, gathered the little remaining spiritual power and shot it out of the palm, and the willow vines that were cut off by the spiritual flow grew out instantly, dragging back the arm that Chu nightning had just detached from. The sword next to the heart also trembled with these movements, and blood flowed out one after another.

The ink burned down and looked frightened. A distracted palm was penetrated by a fire thorn. The teacher's body was not very well trained. He couldn't bear the blow. A layer of flesh.

Chu nightning shouted loudly: "I asked you to go back and didn't hear it?!"

The ink burned a deaf ear, and quickly climbed up and climbed the willow vine again, and the speed was even faster than before.

Chu nightning was shocked by his attitude of returning home, and even more desperately resisted the shackles of the topping willow. The appearance of the ink burning with blood seemed to anger him. He stretched out his fingers to seal in the air, bursting out spiritual power, and succeeded. A piece of rattan exploded.

He was overjoyed and planned to exert his strength again, but the divine sword in his chest seemed to have consciously seen through his attempt, and stabbed forward sharply!

"Uh--!"

This time it was really painful. Chu nightning was caught off guard. Although he hurriedly suppressed it, he still cried out in pain.

The ink burned and changed color, and roared: "Chu nightning! Stop me!"

The screaming with the name and surname stunned Chu nightning for a moment, but in fact, even if the ink did not stop it sharply, he had no strength to continue struggling.

The water in the hourglass has become bright red~lightnovelpub.net~ The ink burns finally set foot on the top of the funnel.

Chu nightning looked at his bruised and bruised figure, and he didn't have any joy that he was about to be rescued.

The **** hands firmly held the hilt of the sword, and the ink burned firmly: "Master, don't be afraid, it will be fine."

Chu nightning was a little flattered.

He was almost relieved to think that it turned out that at the juncture of life and death, Mo Ran would also sacrifice his life for himself and save his life.

Die without regret.

But he remembered his previous harsh criticism of Mo Ran, and felt that he was not worthy of such treatment.

He smiled, tried his best to soften his voice, and said softly: "Okay, but the ink burns... You remember, no matter what the result is, it is not your fault."

He paused slightly and added, "As a teacher... I have always been proud of you."

He almost never praised the ink burning.

The only straightforward sentence was taken by him as a parting gift, and when his life and death were uncertain, he humbly gave it to his sweetheart.

The ink burns like a knife, the throat is choked, and I can't stop repeating: "It's okay, it will be okay, Master, you can rest assured..."

Chu nightning maintained that somewhat bleak smile and closed his eyes.

Blood splattered everywhere, and the illusion was broken.

The two fell back into the darkness.

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Well, I wrote it again in the middle of the night and went to bed.

These two days have been very busy, but although it is late, there are many words. Thank you for responding to my thoughts these days??

See the star eyes I'm eager to be careful little blue hands comment comment comment comment?

Maybe when the popularity is high, I'll write about life and death as soon as I'm happy! Maybe if there are too many comments, I will write about life and death as soon as I get excited! (buyaolian)

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