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But the hem of Allen Chu's clothes is so ethereal that it seems to break at any time when held in his hand.

Mo Ran wished he could cut open his chest and give his heart to him, as long as he could hear his heartbeat again. I wish I could drain all the blood into his veins, just to see the color on his face again.

He wished he could do everything he could to make up for the mistakes he had made.

"Master." He finally burst into tears.

"Let's start over, shall we..."

In front of Babel Tower, under the crabapple tree.

The grandmaster, as gentle as a white cat, raised his head, his phoenix eyes widened slightly, cicadas chirped three or two times on the branches, and the young man in front of him was smiling.

"Xianjun Xianjun, I have been looking at you for a long time. You ignored me."

Twenty years passed in the blink of an eye, two lifetimes.

It's in the past.

Even though he is shameless and ambitious, he must say these words——

Master, let’s start over.

OK.

Please, please pay attention to me, okay...

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Chapter 105 The Master’s Human Soul

The lanterns are bright, illuminating a pair of people.

At this moment, he is no longer in Meng Potang. Chu Wanning has arrived at Mo Ran's dormitory. He couldn't see the road clearly, so Mo Ran took his hand and took him away.

Chu Wanning's soul has been lost. He doesn't know what night it is, and he doesn't know who the person who is intertwined with him is. He leads him in a daze. Mo Ran takes him into the house and wipes the tears on his face. , closed the door.

Chu Wanning put down the bowl of food. After groping around, he came to the bed and asked softly:

"Is Mo Ran still asleep?"

"..."

When Chu Wanning saw no response, he assumed that Mo Ran was still asleep, and sighed, seeming a little disappointed.

The ink burned in my heart and I couldn't bear it, and I was afraid that he would leave again, so I sat down by the bed and said, "Master, I'm awake."

Hearing him calling himself, Allen Chu moved his brows slightly, then said "well", then hesitated and said no more.

Mo Ran knew that he was thin-skinned. If he felt that Shi Mei was present, he would leave before he could say a few words, so he picked up a hair button on the table, hit it on the door in the air, and pretended that Shi Mei closed the door and left. There was movement, and then he said: "Master, why are you here? Who brought you here?"

Sure enough, Chu Wanning, who was half-soul, was much easier to deceive than usual. He was stunned for a moment and said: "Shi Mingjing brought me here, and he left?"

"gone."

"Um……"

After a moment of silence, Chu Wanning finally said: "The injury on your back..."

"The injury on the back is not the fault of Master." Mo Ran said softly, "I am good at breaking precious grass, Master should punish me."

Unexpectedly, he would say this. Allen Chu was slightly startled, and then his two soft eyelashes trembled slightly, and he sighed: "Does it still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore."

Allen Chu raised his hand, groped with his cold fingertips, and touched his burning face. After a while, he said, "I'm sorry, don't bear grudges against Master."

At that time, there was no way he could say such soft words, but after his death, the soul of the dead was floating in the underworld. Looking back on the past, he felt that he had no regrets except that he was too unkind to his apprentice. Therefore, given another chance to relive the old scene, the words that I had been too embarrassed to say out loud came out naturally.

Mo Ran felt as if warm spring water was flowing through his heart. The remaining hatred, old wounds, and lingering unwillingness since his rebirth were already broken into powder. At this moment, they were washed away by this most sincere apology. All gone, nothing left.

In the light of the soul-inducing lamp, he stared at his master's face. The blood seemed to be gone, and the pale face seemed to be alive again. He seemed to see the gentle face when he first met Chu Wanning in his life through the time that was gone forever.

Mo Ran couldn't help but raise his hand, and his warm hand covered his cold hand.

"I don't hate you." He said, "Master, treat me well. I don't hate you."

Chu night Ning was in a trance for a moment and suddenly smiled.

Even if he is a dead person, even if his face is mottled and dirty, he still smiles like a spring of ice, and the room is filled with spring. His eyes are closed, but there are bright pearls shining between the eyelashes. It was an extremely bright smile that had given up its long-cherished wish for death. Arrogant but not indulgent, gorgeous but not demonic, like the most luxuriant and steady begonia in bloom, the branches and treetops are solemnly and carefully adorned with thousands of soft and thin flowers, bright and fragrant, covered with leaves like stars. between.

Mo Ran couldn't help but stare...

This was the first time in his two lives that he saw Chu Wanning with such a relaxed and bright look. The ink burned stupidly, and suddenly thought of "a smile as beautiful as a flower", but felt inappropriate, and then thought of "a smile that leads to a hundred charming lives", which felt even more ridiculous.

In the end, racking his brains, he couldn't think of even a single word to describe the beautiful moment he saw.

All I know is that I sighed repeatedly, it looks good.

How come you...have never noticed such a good-looking person before?

As blessed as his soul, Mo Ran suddenly whispered: "Master, there is something I want to tell you."

"Um?"

"I didn't know that Mrs. Wang's crabapple was so valuable. I picked it off that day because I wanted to

Given to you. "

Chu Wanning seemed a little surprised. Mo Ran's voice became softer, a little embarrassed, and even a little helpless as he repeated: "It's... it's for you."

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