Chapter 796

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Then he froze for a while, feeling empty.

Nanping night snow.

The fluttering outside is getting bigger and bigger, and the ink burns I don't know when it will deteriorate sharply, and I don't know when my life will end. He was lying beside the bed, looking at the falling snow outside, the sound of the wind whistling in his ears, he suddenly felt that his life was like the rushing wind at the moment, and all kinds of yesterday had passed away.

In fact, no matter in the last life or in this life, there will always be such and such smart people planning and playing games.

Whether it is a master or a teacher, one of them wants to protect him and the other wants to harm him, but they all have their own plans, even if they fail to succeed in the end, they all have long-term plans.

The ink burns are different from them. He is the kind of dog that is stupid to death. He has no mind of twists and turns, and he doesn't know how to step by step and play the chess pieces beautifully. He will only honestly guard the person he loves, even if he is beaten to the point where his skin is torn apart and his injuries are visible, he will stubbornly stand in front of that person and will not leave.

This kind of person is brave when it sounds good.

It sounds ugly, it's stupid.

This very stupid man crouched by the window lattice, his eyelashes fluttered, and suddenly he saw a familiar shadow standing under the same plum tree.

Chu nightning did not go to inspect, this is just an excuse for him.

He stood under the flower tree, the distance was too far, the wind and snow were too fast, and the ink burned naturally could not see any expression on his face, only his vague silhouette could be seen. Standing alone in the heavy snow that covered the sky, motionless.

What was he thinking about?

Is he cold?

he……

"Master."

In the snow, Chu Wanning turned back and saw that in the dark night, in the frost and snow, the young man in black was wearing a quilt, and he didn't know when he had come behind him.

Chu nightning was shocked and immediately said: "Why did you come out like this? What are you doing out? You go back--"

"Go." Before he could say it, a burst of warmth enveloped him.

The ink on the quilt lifted the quilt, it was dark and warm, and he also caged Chu Wanning into the quilt.

The two of them stood under the old plum tree, in a thick quilt that had not been used for a long time and had a musty smell no matter how it was dried. No matter how heavy the snow outside or how fast the wind was, it had nothing to do with the two of them.

The ink burned and hugged him in this warmth and darkness: "Don't think about it, although I don't remember the things the master said, but..."

He paused, first kissed Chu nightning's forehead, and then whispered: "But if I go back and experience it again, I will still do it."

"..."

"And." He was holding the quilt, rubbing and grabbing the cold hand of Chu nightning, "Master, you don't have to feel sad. In fact, I think the teacher is right, and the eight bitter and eternal hate flowers just put my heart. Those ideas, those unseen ideas, were inspired to come true."

Ten fingers jiāo buckle.

The ink burned against his forehead: "I originally had a lot of hatred in my heart, but I didn't vent it out when I was a child. Slaughter Confucianism... I thought about it. Dominating the world, I also thought about it. It's ridiculous, I When I was five or six years old, hiding in a dilapidated house, I fantasized that one day I would be able to call the wind and call the rain and spread beans and become an army. These are my own thoughts, and no one has added them to me.”

He stroked Chu nightning's face: "So, if the person who was hit by Gu was the master, you may not become a heinous bào monarch like me. You will not be used, and more I won't be punished by Tianyin Pavilion." He laughed deeply, rubbing his forehead to comfort him, "You are not replaced by me, don't think about it, go back to the room and go to sleep."

The bed is very narrow, and the ink burns and hugs him.

The moment that should come is always getting closer and closer, and there is always no escape.

The ink burning consciousness began to blur and slack again, and the colic of the heart was even worse than any time before. The return to light will not last for too long. It was the same when the mother died. He knew that his time was running out.

He had thick eyelashes hanging down, and the fire in the hearth was a little dim at the moment, and the dim light reflected on his young and handsome face, which was extraordinarily gentle.

This stupid man probably saw the pain in Chu nightning's eyes, so he endured his own discomfort and said with a smile: "Does it look good?"

Chu nightning really froze for a moment: "What?"

"Scar." Mo Ran said, "Men man, a few more scars have a taste."

Chu nightning was silent for a while, raised his hand, and slapped him neither lightly nor heavy. The slap was too light, but it was like a touch.

After a while, he seemed to be unable to bear it any longer. He was buried in the warm chest of the ink, without saying a word, but his shoulders were shaking slightly.

He is very clear.

Chu nightning knows it.

The ink burned for a moment, hugged him, and kissed his forehead and hair.

"It's so ugly." After the disaster, he was more gentle than before, he sighed softly, "Did you make Wanning cry so ugly?"

It would be fine if he called Shizun.

With a night of peacefulness, two generations will take over.

Chu nightning hugged this man's hot and lively body in the depths of the quilt - he has always been disgusted and ashamed to express any intense emotions in his heart, but at this moment he feels that his tension and shame are so ridiculous, then the absurdity.

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