Article 251

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Frost Sky Palace was too cold, Xue Zhengyi brought a pot of shochu, took a sip by himself, and handed the sheepskin wine pouch to Mo Ran.

"Give you a drink, but don't tell your aunt."

Mo Ran didn't pick it up, and didn't move.

Xue Zhengyi sighed: "This peak is called ah ah ah, because during those days, I was also very uncomfortable, my heart seemed to be dug out, the whole person was guarding your father on the mountain, thinking of the sad place, I couldn't help crying loudly. I cry badly, always howling, so I got this name."

He glanced at Mo Ran and patted the other person's shoulder.

"Uncle has not studied for a few days, but he also knows that life is like morning dew, which disappears in the blink of an eye. You should treat Mingjing as a step ahead, and you will be a brother in your next life."

Mo Ran slowly closed his eyes.

Xue Zhengyong said: "Sorrows and changes are all empty words. If you are sad, just cry out. If you don't want to leave, you can stay with him here. But you have to eat and drink. I will go to Mengpotang to eat something later. Come back. After that, you have to kneel, I won't stop you."

The Frost Sky Palace is cold and silent. In the huge cold room, the white silk flutters gently, like gentle fingers brushing over the forehead.

Mo Ran slowly opened his eyes.

It is still the kind of ice coffin in memory, made of Kunlun Xuanxue, the body of the coffin is crystal clear and lingers with wisps of cold air.

It's just that the person lying inside is replaced by Chu Wanning.

Mo Ran never thought that in this life, in this sky crack, the person who died would be Chu Wanning.

He was caught off guard and couldn't even react.

Facing the cold body of this person, unexpectedly there was not much fluctuation, neither the joy of the death of the enemy nor the sadness of the death of the master.

Mo Ran was almost suspicious, and looked down at Chu Wanning for a long time. The face of that person was thinner and colder than usual, and now it was really covered with a layer of frost. Even the tightly closed eyelashes were frozen, and the lips were so cold The skin is bluish white, and the skin is almost transparent, and the light blue blood vessels can be seen, like fine fetal cracks on white porcelain.

How could he be the one who left?

Mo Ran raised his hand and touched Chu Wanning's cheek, the tentacles were very cold.

All the way down, throat, neck, no pulse.

Get it again.

He held his hand, the knuckles were already a little stiff, but it felt rough.

Mo Ran felt strange. Although Chu Wanning had small calluses on his fingertips, his palms were always soft and delicate. He couldn't help but look carefully, but what he saw was chapped and broken scars. Although they had been wiped, but But the wound will never heal again, and the flesh is still open.

He remembered what Xue Meng said.

"His spiritual power has been completely damaged, and he is no different from ordinary people. He can no longer use magic spells, and he can't transmit voices. He can only carry you behind his back and climb up the steps to the summit of life and death step by step..."

I couldn't hold it anymore, I couldn't stand up, I fell to the ground, knelt, and dragged until my ten fingers were worn out and my hands were covered with blood.

Take him home too.

The ink burned and murmured: "Did you carry me back?"

"..."

"Chu Wanning, is that you..."

"..."

"If you don't nod yourself, I won't believe it." Mo Ran said to the people in the coffin, his face was calm, as if he believed that the people in front of him would really wake up, "Chu Wanning, you nod. Nod I'll trust you, I don't hate you anymore...you nod, okay?"

But Chu Wanning was still lying like that, with a dull expression and cold eyebrows. It seemed that Mo Ran hated him or not. He didn't care at all. He asked for a clear conscience and left others in the world.

This person, alive or dead, is more annoying than painful.

Mo Ran sneered suddenly: "Yes." He said, "When did you hear me?"

He looked at Chu Wanning and suddenly felt ridiculous.

For a long time, he hated Chu Wanning because he looked down on him, because Chu Wanning didn't save the teacher back then and hated deeply.

Going round and round, this kind of hatred lasted for more than ten years, but one day, someone told him——

"Chu Wanning turned around and left at that time, because he didn't want to drag you down."

Suddenly someone told him——

"Watching the enchantment is twin, you have suffered multiple injuries, and so has he."

His spiritual flow was exhausted, he was unable to protect himself, he...

Well, that's really great. Chu Wanning is right in everything, what about him?

Keeping in the dark, knowing nothing like a fool, being played around like a buffoon, grinning and hating for so long.

What kind of? !

Misunderstanding this kind of thing, if it is short-lived, it is like a mass of dirt sticking to the wound when it heals. It is best to find it in time, wash it off and reapply the plaster.

But if it is a misunderstanding that lasts for ten or twenty years, the people trapped in the net have invested a long period of hatred, long-term care, long-term fetters, and even life into this misunderstanding.

These emotions have scabbed over and grown into new flesh, completely blending with the body.

Suddenly someone said: "That's not the case, everything is wrong."

So what should we do at this time? The dirt from that year has grown under the skin and in the blood with the years.

That is to tear apart the intact flesh and blood in order to settle the suspicion.

A year of misunderstanding is a misunderstanding.

Ten years of misunderstanding is a sin.

And from birth to death, a lifetime of misunderstanding is fate.

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