Article 481

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"Ahem...poof."

"why are you laughing!!!"

"I have a sore throat and cough."

Mo Ran tried his best to hold back his laughter. He thought, he didn't run away. It turned out that he was really afraid of heights. No wonder he just explained so much, just to save some face for himself.

Since the master wants to save face, the disciples must of course cooperate with the master and step down.

Mo Ran said: "It is indeed more difficult to control a sword the higher you go. At the beginning, I couldn't go up until five feet. I need to practice more."

"You couldn't get up there before?"

"Um."

Mo Weiyu, who soared hundreds of feet into the sky when wielding a sword for the first time, nodded gently.

"Maybe not even five feet. I didn't dare to look at the ground, so maybe... three feet? Anyway, Xue Meng can kick me down easily."

Chu Wanning's heart was slightly calmer.

He had never had the nerve to tell anyone that Yu Jian was afraid of heights, but now it seemed that there was nothing to be ashamed of.

"Master, try not to look down."

"Um?"

"Just look at me." Mo Ran hung above, thought for a while, and then lowered a little, "Don't care how much it rises, just think about flying to a position level with me."

Chu Wanning gritted his teeth and rose a little higher. The thin and smooth blade of the sword stepped under his feet, and the originally warm night wind became as cold and clammy as a snake to him at this time, slithering into his clothes and crawling, spitting out messages.

"Don't look down, don't look down." Mo Ran couldn't help repeating to him patiently, and stretched out his hand to him, "Come here and hold my hand."

Chu Wanning learned to be serious and focused, and said: "No, I can do it myself."

Mo Ran did not encourage him anymore. Chu Wanning's temper was clear to him. When this person wanted to come by himself, if it was not a big deal, it was best to let him go.

A person who is used to working with towering trees is not used to relying on others.

Staying with him and being with him can make him feel at ease and comfortable.

Although he really wanted to turn Chu Wanning into soft spring water around his fingers, rub it into his rough body and let him break into his arms and dissolve in his blood. Like most men in the world, he always has some unrealistic and terrible possessiveness towards the people he loves deeply.

This is nature and instinct.

The aggressiveness of the male instinct made him eager to lock Chu Wanning up, linger with him endlessly day and night, and swallow all his passion.

I longed for him to lie high on a warm bed all day long, with a golden head, a gorgeous head and a fragrant fragrance, and would not be seen by anyone other than myself.

She longed for him to be her lover for the rest of her life, with her warm body wrapping around him forever.

Longing for the bruises and kisses on his body not to disappear, cultivating him into a glutton of desire, using the heaviest and hottest love every night to fill his mouth to the brim and feed him until he is satiated and soft.

However, love makes Mo burn in his heart unbearably.

Love makes him want to respect Chu Wanning, want to see him be high-spirited, light-hoof the horse, want to see him emerge from the mortal world with a sword, and let the snow fall from his sleeves.

I want to allow him to grow arrogantly to the sky in the jungle, mercifully cast his shade, allow him to flourish with leaves, but also allow him to be broken and injured in the wind and rain.

Therefore, love put shackles on his instincts, put a bridle on his sexual desire, made him lower his eyes, suppress his hot breathing, and become disciplined.

For the rest of his life, he would rather lock away his true nature and pull out his sharp teeth and fangs.

He was possessed by love and became selfish. Now he is tolerant and selfless by love.

So he will no longer try to imprison Chu Wanning and try to change Chu Wanning like in his previous life.

This belated and pure love made the former Immortal Emperor willing to surrender, and he was willing to spend his whole life just being the person who accompanied Chu Wanning.

The sword climbed up little by little. After reaching a certain height, even if Chu Wanning did not look at the ground, his fingertips could not help but tremble slightly under the wide sleeves.

His scalp was numb.

Mo Ran saw his nervousness and said: "Don't be afraid, this is the same as Qing Gong."

"It's different." Chu Wanning said, "Qinggong relies on oneself, and sword control is..."

"You have to rely on yourself to control the sword."

"The sword is controlled by the sword!" Chu Wanning said angrily.

Mo Ran: "..."

He somewhat understood the reason why his master was first-class in Qinggong, but was afraid when wielding a sword - Chu Wanning was never used to relying on anything. He always relied on himself, so he could only rely on himself. , he will feel most at ease.

This knowledge made Mo Ran feel sour and distressed.

He said: "It doesn't matter, Master, you have to believe in Huaisha."

But Chu Wanning's expression was calm, but the anxiety and panic in his eyes could not be hidden. Mo Ran saw that there was fine sweat on his forehead, and his feet began to become unsteady. He felt bad and could not go on like this. If Chu Wanning falls from the sword at this time, I am afraid that the shadow will be deeper.

He immediately said: "Let's go down first."

Chu nightning couldn't ask for this. The two fell to the ground. He took a moment and asked: "How high did it fly?"

Mo Ran deliberately reported more, so he said: "More than fifty feet."

Allen Chu was really surprised and opened his eyes wide: "So many?

"

"Yes." Mo Ran smiled, "Master is so powerful, next time I fly, it will be five hundred feet away."

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