Article 572

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The ink burned and stretched out his arm to him.

Shi Mo's ten fingers were as slender and white as soft jade. They rested on the pulse gate for a while, and a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes.

The look flashed away, but Mo Ran accidentally saw it: "What's wrong?"

Shi Mo came back to his senses and said, "It's nothing."

"Is the poisoning serious?"

Shi Mo shook his head, hesitated for a while, and smiled lightly at him: "It's just a little bit, remember to practice more, otherwise it will leave troubles in the future."

As he spoke, he lowered his head and packed up the medicine box, and then said: "I still have some medicines for injuries that need to be sorted out. I'm leaving now. Let's talk."

The door closed behind him.

Xue Meng looked at the place where he disappeared and frowned slightly: "Why do I feel that he is not in a good mood recently, weird, like he has something on his mind."

Mo Ran was not in a good mood, and said: "Maybe after diagnosing the pulse, you found that my end is approaching, and are you sad for me?"

"Bah, bah, crow's mouth." Xue Meng glared at him, "How can you curse yourself like this? Besides, I'm telling you seriously, Shimei has always been very depressed these days."

Only then did Mo Ran become concerned. He stopped what he was doing and asked, "Is there any?"

"Yes." Xue Meng said with certainty, "I tell you, he was in a daze several times before. I called him two or three times before he responded. Do you think he could be..."

"What is it?"

"Falling in love with someone?"

Mo Ran: "..."

Does the teacher like someone? If Xue Meng had told him this eight years ago, he would have become jealous and cursed. But at this moment, I just felt a little surprised. I turned around to look for some clues, but found that I had paid too little attention to Shi Mo over the years, and there was no trace to be found.

"Don't ask me, it's just not me who you like anyway." Mo Ran said, pulling up his open skirt and putting on his clothes, "Besides, why do you always care so much about other people's emotional affairs? .”

Xue Meng was a little embarrassed, blushing and coughing: "Where do I care! I just said it casually!"

He glared at Mo Ran fiercely, staring at the guy with a good figure to put on his clothes, and suddenly felt that something was wrong.

After looking at it carefully again, his eyes fell on the tight chest of Mo Ran's muscles and stopped -

Mo Ran didn't care and said casually: "Why are you staring at me? Do you like me?"

"..." Xue Meng remained silent.

Mo Ran still had the tone of wanting to die: "Don't look at it, there is no possibility for us."

Xue Meng turned pale, turned his head away, and pretended to be calm: "Bah, you think better."

But his heart was pounding - he saw a crimson crystal pendant hanging on Mo Ran's neck and close to his body. It looked extremely familiar. He seemed to have seen an exact one somewhere. He couldn't remember it for a moment, but for some reason he suddenly got goosebumps all over his body, and there was a buzzing in his head.

Where have you seen it?

Mo Ran got dressed and suddenly found some potion stains on the table. He asked Xue Meng: "Do you have a handkerchief?"

"Huh?...Oh, yes." Xue Meng came back to his senses, turned out a piece and handed it to him, "You never forget to bring one yourself."

"I'm not used to it."

Xue Meng said with a straight face: "Last time, I said that the master would give you a piece, but the beef is not so chewy."

Mo Ran then remembered that he had begged Chu Wanning and asked him to give him a crabapple flower handkerchief, but he didn't know whether Chu Wanning had forgotten or was lazy, and never gave it to him. He couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed, coughed a few times, and said, "It's not that I'm busy recently, Master doesn't have time..."

"Master will not just do it for you if you have time." Xue Meng sneered, "I must have a share. Maybe that one...that Nangong Si, he has a share."

Speaking of Nangong Si, Mo Ran's already bad mood became increasingly clouded with a layer of haze.

"Have you visited him?"

"No, I went to see what he was doing." Xue Meng said, "He and Ye Wangxi live next to that old ghost Jiang Xi. I wish I were thousands of miles away from there, so I don't want to go there."

Mo Ran nodded: "It doesn't matter where he is. Although Jiang Xi has a bad temper and many problems, he is still a sensible person and should not embarrass them."

Xue Meng angrily said: "He? If his bitch can understand the truth, I can take his surname, not Xue Meng, but Jiang Meng."

Mo Ran: "..."

Xue Meng always has the ability to be noisy and cynical, and he can damage people without any ambiguity by speaking up and down. But perhaps it was because of his noise that Mo Ran felt that there was more warmth in the world in the room.

The terrifying nightmare from the previous life finally faded away a little.

Xue Meng said: "Speaking of which, Master doesn't really want to accept Nangong Si as his apprentice, right?"

"Master was definitely not willing before." Mo Ran said, "But now, neither you nor I can stop him."

Xue Meng was stunned: "Why?"

Mo Ran sighed: "Let me ask you, Li Wuxin was in awe of Nangong Si before. He was obviously an elder, but he never dared to contradict Nangong Si. Why?"

"Because his father is very powerful and is the head of the largest sect in the world of cultivation. Needless to say, there is no need to say this."

"Well, let me ask you again, why do people like Huang Xiaoyue and those who can't even call him by name dare to bully him?

Go up, and why? "

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