Chapter 10

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But the only person he liked with all his heart, he was careful and never dared to touch it easily.

In those years, he and the teacher were ambiguous, but when the teacher died, the ink burned and held the hand of others, and even the mouth was only accidentally kissed once.

The ink burned and felt that he was dirty, and the teacher was too gentle and pure, and he was not worthy of it.

This person has already made him cherish so much when he is alive, let alone after he dies. Then it has completely become the white moonlight that treads on Xianjun's heart. Let him worry about it, the people have become a pile of soil, and under the Jiuquan, the trace of the fairy is hard to find.

However, at this moment, the living teacher appeared in front of him again, and Mo Ran had to use all his strength to restrain his excitement.

The ink burned to help the person up, dusted off the dust on the cloak for him, and felt so distressed that the flesh fell.

"If I weren't here, what would you be bullied by them? Why didn't you fight back when someone beat you?"

"I want to be reasonable first..."

"What's the point of talking to these people! Are you hurt? Where does it hurt?"

"Cough cough, Ah Ran, I... I'm not in the way."

The ink burned his head, and he said to the Taoist priests with a fierce face: "People at the top of the dead, you dare to do it? You are very courageous."

"Aran... Forget it..."

"Aren't you going to fight? Come on! Why don't you play tricks with me!"

Those Taoist priests were photographed by Mo Ran, and they knew that this person's cultivation base was far above him. They were all soft and afraid of hard.

The teacher sighed again and again and persuaded: "A burning, don't fight, you have to forgive people and forgive them."

The ink burned back to look at him, and couldn't help but feel sad and his eyes were slightly hot.

The teacher has always been so kind-hearted, and when he died in his last life, he had no resentment and no hatred. He even advised Mo Ran not to hate the master who could save his life, but stood by.

"But they..."

"I'm not fine, am I all right? It's better to have less than one thing, listen to my brother."

"Oh, well, listen to you, listen to you." Mo Ran shook his head and glared at the Taoist priests, "Did you hear? My brother is begging for you! Don't you roll? The pestle is here. , do you want me to send you?"

"Yes yes yes! Let's get out! Get out now!"

The teacher said to the Taoist priests: "Wait."

Those few people felt that the teacher had just been beaten by them, and they felt that he would not let him go easily, and knelt on the ground and kowtowed: "Xianjun, Xianjun, we are wrong, we have eyes and don't know Mount Tai. Please Xianjun. Leave us alone!"

"I just told you well, you don't listen." The teacher sighed, "You kidnapped other people's children and suffered such a crime, making their parents feel like knives, can their consciences be okay? "

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Xianjun, we were wrong! No longer dare! No longer dare!"

"You have to be honest and upright in the future, and don't do evil things again, do you all know that?"

"Yes! What Xianjun taught is! We, we have been taught, we have been taught!"

"Since this is the case, please ask a few people to apologize to this lady and heal her children."

Even if this matter was settled, the ink burned and helped the teacher to mount the horse, and he borrowed another horse in the post house, and the two walked slowly and returned to the sect.

Wu hook hangs high, and the moonlight penetrates the forest and leaves, and sprinkles on the forest path.

Walking and walking, the ink burning gradually became more and more beautiful: he thought that he would at least return to the top of life and death before he could see the teacher again, but he did not expect the teacher to go down the mountain to help the road, and it happened that he bumped into it, and the ink burned more and more believe that he There is indeed a fate with the teacher.

Although at this time, the teacher has not been with himself, but he has hooked up in his previous life, and this life is obviously familiar and a matter of course.

The only thing he needs to worry about is to protect the teacher and not let him die in his arms like he did in the past...

The teacher didn't know that Mo Ran was a reborn person, and he was chatting with him as usual. The two chatted and reached the foot of the top of death and life.

Unexpectedly, in the middle of the night, there was a person standing in front of the mountain gate, staring at them.

"Ink burning! Do you still know to come back??"

"Hey?"

The ink burned and raised his eyes, oh, what an angry arrogant son of the sky.

This person is none other than Xue Meng when he was young.

Compared with the Xue Meng he saw before he died, he was more rebellious and handsome when he was fifteen or sixteen years old. He is dressed in a light and simple battle armor with a black background and blue edges, a high ponytail, silver hair buckles, a lion head belt with a strong and slender waist, all hand guards and legs, and a narrow scimitar with a bright cold light behind him. The upper sleeve quiver shimmers in silver.

The ink burned secretly and sighed, gān thought crisply:

Um, Sao.

Xue Meng, no matter when he was a teenager or when he grew up, is really very showy.

Look at him, good boy, don't sleep at night, wear the full set of battle armor from the top of the dead, what do you want? Is the performance of the pheasant jī courtship peacock open?

However, Mo Ran does not wait to see Xue Meng, and Xue Meng may not wait to see him.

Mo Ran is an illegitimate child. When he was a child, he didn't know who his father was at all, and he lived in a music hall in Xiangtan. It was not until the age of fourteen that he was found by his family to the top of life and death.

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