Chapter 790

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The teacher is still smiling: "The black one is the heart that has been caught, and the heart that is sick. My heart is not sick or painful. Naturally, it is the same as you and the master at this moment. It is red."

He paused, then twisted his delicate white fingers, and an extremely gorgeous flower appeared on the tip of his finger. The flower was budding, yet to be opened, the black petals, the edge of which flashed silver light.

The teacher was obsessed with the flower, and sniffed lightly on the tip of his nose.

Flowers are beautiful, charming and full of dangers.

Chilling.

The ink burned and muttered: "What are you going to do..."

The teacher raised his eyes, the eyelashes were long, the peach blossom eyes were full of waves, and he was smiling. He looked in a good mood: "Actually, it is useless to explain to you, I just need to cast a spell, and you will soon tell what happened tonight. If you forget it, you won't remember anything."

Black flowers held his scallion fingers.

"However, looking at the same sect, it's not impossible to tell you." The teacher said, "This is the flower bud that my mother gave birth to, and it is the eight bittersweet flowers that I have worked so hard to cultivate. If no one appreciates it, it will be Disappearing in the world, I feel that there is also a lack of taste."

"Eight bitter... long hatred?"

"Junior brother, there are eight sufferings in life, and there is eternal hatred in death. There is a kind of flower seed left by the demons in this world, which is extremely difficult for mortals to cultivate, called eight sufferings and eternal hatred." The teacher's voice is gentle and elegant, "This kind of flower, when I was young, I wanted to drink people. After the blood blooms, it needs to take root in people's hearts, absorb the kindness and warmth in the heart, and grow sinister and hatred."

As he spoke, he fondly stroked the black leaflet.

"No matter how good people in this world are, as long as there is a trace of dissatisfaction in their hearts, they can be spawned by the Eight Sufferings and Eternal Hatred, and gradually... become a demon who kills without blinking an eye."

There was a gleam like snake scales in his eyes.

The peach blossom eyes turned and stared at Chu Wanning, who was meditating.

The ink burned and Li Ran: "Do you want to plant the flower of eternal hatred in the heart of the master?!!"

"Why are you so surprised." The teacher smiled. "He is the greatest master in the world. You say, if he becomes a devil, how powerful will he be?"

"Are you crazy?! How can you...how can you bear..."

"He's cold-blooded and inhumane - didn't you say it?" The teacher said faintly, "I made him the one you hate the most, Junior Brother, from now on you can justly hate him, wouldn't it be the best of both worlds."

The ink-burning scalp is about to explode, and the spine is numb due to the embarrassment.

"You... absurd... that's what I said in a whim, I, I don't hate him, put it down, don't hurt him like this..."

The teacher said with interest: "Why?"

Why?

He is so good, and on the table of the red lotus water pavilion, there are all the blueprints drawn by him, whether it is the mecha or the weapon, it is never for himself, but he is worried about the safety of others.

He is pure and clean, like the first new snow falling from the sky in early winter.

Although he is strict and sometimes unfriendly, he will hold his hand over and over again and teach himself to read and hyphenate.

Will accompany him to practice martial arts, from day to night for a long time.

He is willing to accept himself, and Mo Weiyu is no longer lonely, only fake relatives and happiness.

Since then there is a real identity.

——The disciple of Chu nightning.

"You can't hurt him..." Mo Ran anxiously, he wanted to wake up the master, but he didn't know what to do at all, he could only stubbornly stand in front of Chu Wanning, "He can't become a ghost, he is so Well, if you let him kill...he'll be sad."

I don't know how to express the intense grief and anger in my heart, so I can only persuade me with the simplest and most simple, even incoherent sentences.

It was as if he hadn't had time to learn any spells, so he could only resist with his emaciated body.

It is extremely painful to have a good man kill.

In the fire of the drunk jade building, he had already felt it to the bone.

The teacher looked at him, only to find it funny.

"Sad? When he becomes that kind of person, he won't be sad. Ah Ran, you don't have to worry about it."

"But why did you do this?! Why did you have to hurt him?!"

The teacher didn't answer immediately this time, he lowered his eyelashes, paused for a moment, and said lightly: "Because I also have something I have to do."

"..."

"I need the most powerful strength for my use." The teacher pursed his lips, "You won't understand."

The young man is almost doing his own poor strength, trying to convince the unfathomable senior brother in front of him.

"You don't know what kind of person Master is, even if... even if you treat him like this, polish all the kindness in his heart and make him a murderer, he won't just listen to you, Used by you—you...you can't."

"How do you know that I can't do it?" The teacher chuckled, "Oh, I forgot to tell you, in this flower of eight bitter and eternal hatred, I melted half of my own remnant soul. As long as the flower is happy, I will slowly love it. Come on me, for a lifetime, incomprehensible."

The ink burned in horror: "You are simply crazy!!"

The teacher Shi Shiran approached them. The night was polished by thunder and lightning, and the roar shook, reflecting the face of Shi Mei's alluring country.

"Like you said, he's so good, he can be used by me, why not become my person? What if he becomes a devil. At that time, he will only obey me and be infatuated with me.

For me, wouldn't it be wonderful. "

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