【Ranwan ABO】Death

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Chu Wanning had a very long dream. In the dream, he was tied to a towering golden relief column with messy long hair.Scarlet blood gurgled from the side of his neck, and flowed along the golden pillars under him, dyeing the dense and delicate pattern gullies inch by inch with blood.He raised his eyes in a daze, the night was falling, under the sky, there were thousands of lights, but now it was a mess of gunpowder.On the high platform, a handsome and gloomy man wearing a black dragon-pattern robe is sitting on a dragon chair, accepting the worship of all the immortals.

Every time Chu Wanning took a breath, he felt a severe pain in his chest. He wanted to say something, but blood gushed out from his mouth and throat, which made him nauseous.He felt bitingly cold, as if the blood in his body was cooling down little by little.The golden pillar under him was so cold, even if he poured it with warm blood, it was still cold.Chu Wanning couldn't help trembling, he knew that he was dreaming, but those painful feelings were so real and terrible, as if he had experienced it in real life.He thought in confusion, and suddenly met the man's eyes.The man on the dragon chair raised his head and smiled slightly at him, not paying any attention to the hundreds of immortals kneeling on the ground, he walked slowly to the bottom of the pillar, and parted his lips.Under the extremely quiet night sky, his words were resounding.

"Chu Wanning, you deserve it."

Chu Wanning saw the man's face clearly, his heart beat suddenly, he suddenly opened his eyes and got up, the violent ups and downs of his chest affected the injury on his back, the pain caused him to fall hard on the bed, unable to move.He tried to reach for the teacup by the bed, but his fingers were limp, and the teacup fell out of his hand and fell to the ground violently, torn apart.

Chu Wanning licked her chapped and pale lips, and closed her eyes in pain.He was running a high fever, with fine cold sweat oozing from his forehead, as cold as sleeping in an ice cellar.He stroked his heart with trembling fingers, and under the warm skin was a powerful heartbeat, without the sharp knife, nor the gushing blood.He buried his face in the quilt, hugged his arms, and tried to find some comfort for himself.

How can you dream of Mo Ran as such a person, Mo Ran is not...he is not such a person, he will not treat himself like that.

Chu Wanning's throat was astringent, and when his fingers suddenly touched the soft gauze on his body, his heartbeat missed a beat.He asked softly as if talking to himself: "Is it you..."

The long night swept everything silently like the rising tide of the sea, and the bright moon slowly hid among the floating clouds. He guarded a lamp like a bean alone, and no one answered him.

Mo Ran has always wanted to pay off the benefits that Chu WanNing gave him, before everything got worse and it was still too late.However, that catastrophe still involved him in the torrent of choice.Only this time, it was not Shi Mei who died, but Chu Wanning.

Mo Ran sat on the long steps, guarding an altar of pear blossoms.Heavy rain poured down one after another, and the meandering bloodstains faded day by day, as if the heavens were going to erase the last trace of that banished immortal who was slowly moving like a cold moon.

Mo Ran gets himself drunk every day, silently looking at the long steps.What did he do to his master, he thought hard as he pressed his warm forehead against the cold rock wall in a daze.

He misunderstood that he deliberately did not save the teacher, and pinned his malice and hatred on him, wishing to tear him apart and eat him.

He overturned the hand copying he made and called him a copycat.

He made him into a blood droplet, but refused to let him die, abolished his cultivation, humiliated him crazily between the beds, and made him a heinous concubine who stepped on the fairy king.

He was confused and a jerk, and at the bottom of Jin Chengchi, he regarded him who was covered in bruises as a teacher, and he injured him countless times. Not only did he not care, but he also thought he was troublesome and did unnecessary things.

He also killed him, twice.

Mo Ran covered his face in pain, tears rolled down his fingers and hit the ground.He cried silently and bit his arm until blood oozes out.He raised his head and drank the wine, tears and wine fell all over his body.He wants to cut himself into pieces, he wants to exchange Chu Wanning back with his own life, he doesn't want anything, he just wants Chu Wanning to live.

He promised him that he would always hold an umbrella for him, but he broke his promise.

Mo Ran didn't dare to recall the appearance of the person lying quietly in the coffin, those white and slender hands with broken fingertips.He suddenly thought, Master wrote such a good handwriting, how can he pick up the pen with his finger hurt like this.

Mo Ran threw the wine jar, summoned the sword and hurried down the mountain with the sword, he patted open the locked door of the town's medical center, and asked for medicine for injuries and scars.The doctor was wearing a coat, frightened by his soaring alcohol smell and red eyes, and searched for a pile of bottles and jars.Mo Ran held the medicine carefully, untied the money bag, and gave it to the doctor.He stumbled back with Yujian, fell hard on the long steps, and spilled the medicine in his arms all over the floor.He knelt on the ground, holding the cold and slightly bitter powder and trying to put it back into the bottle, but his fingers trembled violently, and most of them fell out of the bottle, making it unusable.

Mo Ran stared blankly at those medicines, his eyes gradually blurred, his lips trembled, and tears fell into the medicine.

"I'm sorry... Master, I'm sorry, I did something wrong again."

"I'm sorry...I can't do anything right."

"Master...I was wrong...don't be angry."

No one responded to him, and the porcelain bottle with Mo Ran's body temperature gradually cooled down. As the mountain wind whizzed, Mo Ran suddenly remembered a little bit of the past.That year, the rain was thick and the fog was thick, and the begonia enchantment was shining, and the person in white was as radiant and gentle as the clear moon.He stood in the rain curtain and counted the petals on the enchantment: "One, two, three, four, five...ah, it really is five petals..."

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Waiting for Chu Wanning to wake up in the years, he traveled half of the mountains and rivers alone, he has seen the ice and snow on the top of the mountain, and he has also seen the desert and the wild smoke.He worked tirelessly and was willing to help no matter how difficult the job was, even if it cost his life to go.Everyone said that Grandmaster Mo cared about the world and cared about the common people, but only Mo Ran knew that he was making atonement.He felt that his body was covered in blood, and every time he did a little good deed, he seemed to be able to clean himself up.Chu night Ning fell asleep, then he will protect the common people in this world for him.

He has a habit, no matter where he goes, he sees a store selling lotus cakes and crab noodles and lion heads, and he always buys a copy to taste.He thought, if Chu Wanning woke up, he would go to the best one to buy it for him, and the master would definitely be happy after eating it.

If he is happy, will the wound in his heart heal a little?

He has survived several springs and autumns, until he has faded away from the youthful anger of the past, and is as calm and majestic as a jade mountain.The beautiful scenery came into his eyes and only passed by in a hurry, because he had seen the best scenery in the world, and it was the clear and handsome face of the man in white.

Mo Ran's eyes were a little red from the wind, and he missed his master.

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Elder Yuheng has been a little bored recently.

After he woke up, Xue Meng ran to hug him and cried a lot.He lightly patted his shoulder and coaxed him gently for a long time before making Xiao Fenghuang stop his tears.The teacher asked about his health every day, and delivered the daily medicine when he was ready. The two apprentices wished they could stick to him.He is not used to being so close to people, like a frightened cat.

He also found that his health became very poor. The specific manifestations were that he always fell asleep for no reason, and he was always hungry. The most terrible thing was that his estrus came again irregularly.Elder Tanlang made a bunch of pills, none of which were sweet, and Chu Wanning was very unhappy.In order to find out Wan Ning's estrus period, Elder Tan Lang suggested that he stay honestly in the Red Lotus Waterside Pavilion this month, which made Chu Wanning even more unhappy.

Chu WanNing misses the lotus cake at the foot of the mountain very much, but he is embarrassed to say.On a sunny day, Chu Wanning pretended to take a nap to coax away a group of people, but actually slipped down the mountain wearing a draped bamboo hat.He searched for that shop based on his vague memory. Over the past five years, things have changed, and many places have changed.Chu Wanning walked around the street, and it took a lot of effort to find the shop. It was already dusk, and the lotus cake was sold out.

The storekeeper looked at the handsome young man in front of him, he stood silently in front of the empty stall, as if he was extremely disappointed.After taking small steps for a while, he slowly turned around and was about to leave. The shopkeeper couldn't bear it, and called out, "Young master, please wait. If you can wait for half an hour, I will make a new one for you."

Chu Wanning's eyes lit up, thanked the store, and stood in front of the stall seriously waiting for his lotus cake.By the time he got the pastry, it was already dark.

Chu Wanning didn't know how to control the sword, and didn't want to order his arrogant dragon because of such a trivial matter, so he simply paced and walked back slowly.There is a peach blossom forest in the distance, on the only way to the summit of life and death.This place is not far from the peak of death and life, if he remembers correctly, there is still a pavilion.Chu Wanning walked over and found the pavilion. He was sitting in the pavilion, biting his lotus cake.The sweet taste overflowed in his mouth, and the taste did not change at all.

Chu WanNing looked at the scorching peach blossoms, a little dazed.For some reason, what I remembered at the moment of concentrating was still the gentle and clear face of the young Mo Ran.

He was leaning on the pillar of the gazebo, the fragrance of peach blossoms was lingering in the wind, making him drowsy for no reason.He closed his eyes and fell asleep lightly, the evening breeze gently caressed his hair, and the spring colors flowed.

Mo Ran stood in the forest in a daze, those blooming peach blossoms bloomed thrillingly behind the sleeping immortal in the pavilion, the long and dense flower branches trembled lightly, and the fragrance stretched and overflowed, so that Mo Ran couldn't take his eyes off.

He thought about it day and night, and the person he had been looking forward to for five years would appear in front of him just like that.

He suspected it was a dream, he couldn't help breathing, but his heartbeat was deafening.He approached cautiously and softly, with countless thoughts lingering in his heart, and the surging tenderness seemed to overflow from his chest.He gently gathered a strand of broken hair from Chu Wanning's sideburns, as soft as a soft vine climbing up a branch.He could smell the familiar and elegant breath of the person in front of him, feel the warmth of his breath, and if he looked carefully, he could see the faint lines on his lips, as soft as unbloomed flower buds.

The corners of Mo Ran's eyes were a little sour, and he opened his lips softly: "Master, I'm sorry... I'm late."