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After taking the medicine and staring at his hard-won victory for a while, Shi Mo suddenly thought of something and his eyes lit up. He rummaged through the Qiankun bag and finally found a dark silk ribbon. He put the silk belt on Chu Wanning's eyelids and cast a condensation spell to completely cover the other person's eyes.

After doing all this, he stood up slowly, picked up Allen Chu's chin and looked around, feeling very satisfied.

"Well, it does look good. It's no wonder that Mo Ran liked to tie you up and fuck you like this in his previous life. It's not bad to imitate him occasionally. At least he has some interest in this aspect."

Junior sister's smile has always been gentle, no different from before. His fingertips slowly brushed Chu Wanning's chin, lips, and nose, and finally fell on the black silk belt that covered his eyes.

He said in that chilling gentle voice: "Master, wake up quickly. I... just thought of a very interesting trick. When you wake up, why not play it together, okay? ?”

Chapter 247 [Dragon Blood Mountain] Hongyan

Chu Wanning was lying on the couch, his mind was groggy, and his consciousness was sometimes clear and sometimes very blurry.

He seemed to hear the quarrel between two people in a trance, it seemed that it was Shi Mo and Mo Ran. Later, the sound of the quarrel disappeared, and there was only the whistling wind in his ears.

Later, he seemed to be lying in a warm bed, and someone was talking to him. The broken voice seemed to come across the ocean. He couldn't hear it clearly. He could only occasionally float in a few words, about past lives, about master- - He vaguely felt that this seemed to be Shi Mo's voice, but he didn't have much energy to digest it, and these sentences quickly dissipated like mist in the morning.

His memories become complete and clear bit by bit. The memories of his past life are like rainwater flowing into rivers and eventually running towards the sea.

The first thing he dreamed about was the deep corridor, which was built on the top of the life and death red lotus waterside pavilion. The corridor was covered with branches of vines, and the wind blew fragrant snow falling down, filling the paper with youth.

He was sitting on the porch, writing a letter at a stone table.

The letter could not be sent out. Emperor Taxian did not allow him to have contact with outsiders, nor did he allow him to raise pigeons or any other animals. Even the outside of the Red Lotus Water Pavilion was covered with countless screaming curses.

But Chu Wanning still writes.

It's so lonely. One person, one world and one world, probably have to live like this for the rest of his life.

To say that I'm not bored would be a lie.

The letter I wrote to Xue Meng didn't contain much. It just asked about my recent situation, whether I was well, how the sun and moon were outside, and how my old friends were doing.

However, there are actually no old friends.

So I wrote a letter slowly all afternoon, and it didn’t contain much content. At the end of writing, I felt a little lost. I vaguely remembered the happy days when my three apprentices were around me. I had taught them how to write poems and paint.

Xue Meng and Shi Mei both learned very quickly, but Mo Ran could write a word three or four times wrong, so he had to teach him step by step.

What did you write at that time?

Chu Wanning was in a daze, and the pen and ink slowly spread out on the rice paper.

He first wrote "The body is like a bodhi tree, and the heart is like a mirror stand", and then he wrote "Life has no roots, floating like dust on the road", one stroke at a time, and the work is neat.

Whether he was writing a book or writing a letter, his handwriting was always clear and correct. He was afraid that readers would not understand it, and that his disciples would imitate him.

The words are like the person, with a very proud backbone.

He wrote "Where is the old friend" and "The sea is vast and the mountains are far away".

Later, the wind blew the wisteria flowers and rested on the Huanhua paper. He couldn't bear to brush them. Looking at the faint and magnificent purple, his pen gradually turned and he wrote: "When I wake up from my dream and see the light rain in the world, the country still seems gentle as before." "

Flat, flat, flat.

May I be like a star, like the moon, and may my light shine brightly every night.

As he wrote, his eyes couldn't help but soften, as if he had returned to the peaceful days of the past.

The wind picked up, causing the paper to fly. Some paperweights that had not been pressed properly were blown up and littered the ground in the mottled and fragrant afternoon sunlight.

Chu Wanning put down his brush, sighed, and went to pick up the letters and poems in that place.

One after another, they fell on the grass, beside the stone steps, among the broken flowers and among the dead leaves. He was about to pick up a piece of paper floating in the fragrance of falling flowers.

Suddenly, a slender, well-proportioned hand with clear joints appeared in the field of vision, and picked up the page before him.

"what are you writing?"

Chu nightning was startled and straightened up. Standing in front of him was a tall and handsome man. It was Mo Weiyu, the Immortal Emperor who came to the waterside pavilion at some time.

Chu Wanning said: "...Nothing."

Mo Ran was dressed in a black gold robe, wearing a nine-stringed crown, and a dragon scale ring on his narrow and pale fingers. He had obviously just come back from the court. He first glanced at Chu Wanning coldly, then flattened the Huanhua paper in his hand, read two paragraphs, and narrowed his eyes: "Seeing a letter is like meeting, showing a letter is soothing..."

After a moment of silence, he raised his eyes and asked, "What does this mean?"

"Means nothing."

Chu Wanning said that he wanted to take the letter back, but Mo Ran simply raised his hand to block it.

"Don't." He said, "Why are you nervous?" After saying this, he looked down carefully, his eyes glanced at a few lines, and said calmly, "Oh. Is it written to Xue Meng?"

"Written casually." Allen Chu didn't want to injure others and said, "I didn't plan to send it out."

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