Chapter 664

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But after all, Huai Zui said nothing, expressed nothing, and changed nothing.

He turned and entered the house.

The ink burned and stood in place. He no longer looked at the guilt in the room. He was eager, eager and greedy to look at the young boy Chu Wanning who would disappear in front of him without knowing when.

It's still pure, pure, and even gentle.

How could such a person be soulless?

His eyes fell, and he accidentally caught a glimpse of Chu Wanning's rising and falling chest under his white clothes.

Mo Ran suddenly remembered something, and suddenly he felt five thunders hitting his head, and a huge stone seemed to fall in his chest, stirring up thousands of layers of horror.

"no no……"

He took a step back.

But so what?

The memory had stretched out its ferocious claws and clawed its way into his internal organs.

He remembered that Chu Wanning had a scar on his chest.

...He had his heart opened! He He……

The ink burned and trembled, and Chu Wanning in front of him was dancing with his sword under the moon and stepping on the flying flowers.

So handsome.

But he felt as if a bucket of ice had fallen into his stomach, and he only felt shuddering.

He had...his chest cut open...

So did Hui Gui really do it in the end?

He really took Chu Wanning to the ghost world and melted Chu Lan’s soul fragments into Chu Wanning’s heart, so the original Chu Wanning was no longer there, so——

He held his head and sat down on the ground.

He was trembling and didn't dare to think about it anymore.

pain.

My heart aches.

The person who would rather have his heart dug out is himself, and the person who would rather have his original soul deprived of him is himself.

Chu Wanning.

He is so good.

Why should he suffer so much and end up with a verdict of "not a living person", and be treated as a lifeless body by the person who created him to carry another life?

Then who is the master he worships?

Is it Chu Lan or Chu Wanning?

Mo Ran only felt that he was going crazy, his head was aching, and he even felt dizzy and nauseated. He didn't know how long he had been sitting there.

Later, the sky darkened, and the Zen room and flowers and trees disappeared.

Chu Wanning also faded away.

The guilty voice slowly flowed in the darkness.

He said: "When Chu Wanning was fourteen years old, the time has gradually matured. I plan to take him to the ghost world in another year to merge his soul with Chu Lan."

Chapter 239 [Dragon Blood Mountain] Deliberate

The ink burned empty and listened numbly.

He stopped shouting. He sat where he was, staring straight ahead.

"Everything was going smoothly at first, but at that time, the sky in the Lower Realm was severely cracked, refugees were overflowing, and there were people dying of hunger in the wild."

The eyes lit up again. It was early winter, and there was fine snow falling in the leaden sky. A mountain road slowly appeared in front of Mo Ran. The road was covered with a layer of white frost, covered with new snow, and there were criss-crossing tracks of carriages and horses.

"I didn't expect that one day, on the way back from picking up the spiritual stones at the foot of the mountain, we would meet a child who was about to starve to death."

The ink burned still looked numbly.

Chu Wanning and Huai Zui appeared on the mountain road. There was a basket behind Chu Wanning, which contained raw spiritual stones. He was wearing a cotton cloak to keep out the cold and walked beside Huai Zui.

"Master." Suddenly, Allen Chu stopped and turned to look at the grassy slope. "There seems to be someone there?"

"Go and have a look."

The two of them walked over together. Chu Wanning's slender and white fingers pushed away the tangled grass. He was surprised and opened his eyes slightly: "It's a child..."

He immediately turned around and said to Huai Zui: "Master, come quickly. Take a look at him. What's wrong with him?"

What's wrong?

Whether you are guilty or burning, you can see it at a glance.

The child was dirty and smelly, and his clothes were ragged and thin. He would definitely not be able to put them on anymore if he took them off. Every thread was torn. To put it bluntly, the dog in the temple, eating scraps, lives a more glorious life than this child.

If the child wasn't still moaning and breathing, it would be no different from a pile of rotten flesh.

What's wrong? What else can happen.

Every time there is a major disaster, manpower is so meager. Let alone the death of a child, it is not uncommon to exchange children for food.

Only Chu Wanning, who grew up in a temple, could ask such a stupid question.

Huai Zui frowned and said, "Don't worry about it, go back first. I'll come and see him."

Chu Wanning trusted his master, so he immediately stood up obediently, but before he could leave, the hem of his cloak was grabbed by a dirty little hand.

The hand was so weak that the force of the tug was so small, it was like a puppy scratching gently.

Allen Chu lowered his head and faced a dirty face with unclear facial features.

The child's voice was as light as a mosquito's moan, as if another snowflake falling from the sky could crush him to death and crush him to pieces.

"meal……"

Allen Chu was stunned for a moment and did not react: "What?"

"...Food..." The child whimpered, his face was all black except for two white spots in his eyes. He tremblingly made a gesture of picking up the rice, sadly, "

eat……"

Outside the scroll, Mo Ran blinked his eyes and returned to his senses.

But his mind was still numb, and he couldn't react quickly. He just vaguely felt that this scene seemed familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere.

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