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— The story line took place two years after the End of the war --

The small room was filled with the fragrance of rice porridge.

A little boy with pointy ears and pumpkin leaves on his head gathered in front
of the stove and added new wood to the fire. Beside him sat a red-haired girl,
eating honey and watching the fire.

"I think we can make it bigger."

"I don't think so. If it was any bigger, I would die."

"I don't think so."

"Pfft, what do you know? You only know how to eat sugar."

Chu WanNing pushed open the door with the hare he had hunted. Behind him
were a group of chattering grass spirits, flower demons, and even mosses the
size of a fingernail.

The brothers and sisters who were sitting next to the stove immediately stood
up. They hurriedly bowed towards him. "Shenmu Xianjun."
Shenmu Xianjun1 was what these wood spirits called Chu Wanning.

Actually, when looking back, one would have already known many things. In
his previous life, he never knew why he was born with the Nine Song Divine
Martial Arts, nor did he know why he had such powerful control over plants
and vegetation.

Previously, he didn't even understand why the wine gourds that came out of
the Golden Drum Tower would be so respectful to him.

Now he understood.

He was the Yandi Shenmu2, and the Yandi Shenmu was the source of all the
vegetation in the world.

After the battle at the Gate of Life and Death, Chu Wanning and Mo Ran hid
in the southern mountain valley. Although they could not use their tyrannical
techniques, their days passed by in a dull and uneventful manner.

Chu Wanning had already figured out a method to summon the wood spirits
and gathered all the little demons in the valley under his command.

"It being the king of the mountain had its meaning." Mo Ran laughed and
commented. "Just a tiger skin blanket on the floor."

However, Chu WanNing, who ruled over the mountain, was very anxious
these days because a few days ago, Xue Meng had sent a message to them,

1
神木仙君: immortal divine wood
2
炎帝神木 Flame Emperor Divine Wood
awkwardly indicating that he would come to the South Mountain during the
Mid-Autumn Festival and meet up with them.

After two years, the relationship between Shizun and disciple was no longer
as awkward as it had been in the past. Naturally, Chu WanNing was willing to
see his former beloved disciple again. Thus, a month before the Mid-Autumn
Festival, he began to seriously think about which dishes he should prepare to
entertain Xue Ziming.

"What is Shizun writing?"

The candles flickered in the night as Mo Ran approached and hugged Chu
WanNing from behind. He rested his chin on Chu WanNing's shoulder and
looked at the ink and paper spread out on the table with inky black eyes.

His main intention was to coax his EnGong gege into bed. He was not really
interested in what Chu WanNing was writing.

What else could this fellow be doing? He would then send the blueprints to
the master of the Ma family in the Peach Blossom Villa, so that he could create
them and sell them for a cheap price. At the end, he would even sincerely
write, "The surplus does not need to be mine, it will all be at the peak of my
life".

As a result, the building price was much higher than the selling price, so Villa
Owner Ma made a profit and chased after Xue Ziming with the bill.

"Hmm? You're not drawing any blueprints today? "

Chu WanNing answered absentmindedly, "How can there be inspiration every
day?"

Mo Ran rubbed his face and kissed his ear. "Shizun …"

"What's wrong?"

"..."

Mo Ran straightened up and touched his nose.

He couldn't help but suspect that Chu WanNing was sick of seclusion.
Otherwise, why would he be so intimate with him and only get a "What's
wrong?" that was as hard as steel without any fluctuations in his tone?

He felt like he saw a ghost.

It was only at this time that Mo Ran finally started to read what Chu Wanning
had written on the table. It was good that he didn't read it, but with this look,
he was so shocked that he took a big step back.

"What are you writing?!"

It was just a question, but this time, it was a sigh filled with fear.

Chu WanNing was displeased by his tone. He finally put down his brush and
raised his invasive phoenix eyes. Even if his eyelashes were as soft as cotton,
it wouldn't be enough to hide the sharpness in his eyes.
However, no matter how fierce his eyes were, they were no match for the
fearsome words that Chu WanNing had just said.

"Mid-Autumn's menu."

Mo Ran: "..."

That's right, for the sake of the first reunion dinner after the great battle, the
Northern Dipper Immortal decided to do it himself.

Mo Ran stared at the stern and stubborn face of Chu WanNing in the
candlestick and the light, and could not help but tremble in his heart.

Is he serious...?

However, it was a pity that Chu WanNing was an upright person and never
made unnecessary jokes.

He spent the next few days frowning and studying the menu, deleting a few
dishes from time to time — and whenever that happened, Mo Ran would let
out a sigh of relief. Or add a few more dishes – each time Mo Ran looked, he
would feel a faint spasm in his stomach.

Finally, when Chu WanNing finally showed him the prepared list, Mo Ran
pretended to be calm as he glanced at the ten cold dishes and the twenty hot
dishes, then he closed the bamboo block.

"... What's wrong? Are there fewer varieties? "

"No." Mo Ran felt that unless he wanted to see the new Sect Leader die
suddenly on Mid-Autumn Night, he would have to do something to stop him.

He thought for a moment, raised his eyes, and smiled at Chu WanNing, "I just
feel that if the reunion banquet was prepared by only my Shizun, it wouldn't
be sincere enough."

Chu WanNing frowned, "Is that so?"

"We already said that we would meet him." Mo Ran patiently and softly
continued, "Then of course, it will be more lively if we prepare it together."

Seeing that the other party was silent and seemed to be hesitating, a thought
flashed through his mind. He then continued, "Honored Shizun, why don't we
prepare five cold dishes and five hot dishes each? But we won't tell the other
what it is. When Xue Meng comes, we would take these twenty dishes and
serve them together. Finally, we will ask him what was good about the
cooking and what he didn't like. How is it?"

Chu WanNing did not immediately say anything, but his eyes lit up.

These small thoughts and emotions were all captured in the observant Mo
Ran's Eyes. Mo Ran restrained himself from laughing and locked his hands
together. In a gentle voice, he asked, "How is it?"

Chu WanNing looked up at him, "Is this a cooking contest?"

Mo Ran touched his nose and laughed. "Just let it be."

After a few moments of silence, Chu WanNing suddenly stood up and pulled
away the bamboo block that Mo Ran was holding with his other hand. Mo
Ran was a little puzzled. "What's wrong?"

"I won't let you know what I'm doing." Chu WanNing looked very serious,
"What's written on it doesn't count. I'll rewrite it."

Mo Ran: "…"

Chu WanNing narrowed his eyes, "Actually, my cooking isn't much worse than
yours."

"Yes, yes, yes." Mo Ran couldn't hold back his laughter any longer. "Shizun,
whatever you say is correct. Then I will wait for the Mid-Autumn Festival to
be a feast for all of my life." As he spoke, he took Chu WanNing's hand,
stroking his finger, which was callused from years of mecha work, and
lowered his head to kiss it.

In the candlelight, he looked at Chu WanNing's slightly widened eyes that

were unaffected by the mockery, at his slowly relaxing body under the kiss.

His eyes curved gently.

"Whatever EnGong gege does, it's the best."

He was becoming increasingly intelligent and quick-witted to be able to solve

the crisis so easily. Mo Ran drank the wine in his heart and then stood up with
a smile under the gaze of Chu WanNing. He went to clean up the dishes that
had not been washed.
It was night. When Mo Ran finished washing up and returned to his room,
Chu Wan Ning was sitting by the window, looking at the menu that he had
studied countless times.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, he subconsciously closed the book,
and it seemed that he really did view Mo Ran as a competitor. But Mo Ran
only thought that this guy was quite funny. There were only a few casual
books on his bookshelf, and only two were related to food. One was Bashu
Food Book, and the other was Lin An Diet Note.

However, Chu WanNing felt that it was necessary to hide his abilities, so he
turned off the lamp by the window and looked up at the young man, "Are you
done washing?"

Mo Ran smiled and nodded.

Chu WanNing briefly nodded his head in agreement, and casually put the
book back on the shelf, then said, "Okay, I'll go wash then."

Mo Ran's smile became even more obvious. "Shizun."

"Hmm?" Chu WanNing turned around.

Mo Ran was uncertain if he should say this, but he scratched his head in the
end. He reminded him with some embarrassment, "You had already washed
them before me … Have you forgotten? "

"..."
When people tried to cover up something, they would always be absent-
minded. Even the famous Immortal Elder Beidou was no exception.

Amidst this awkwardness, Mo Ran looked at him with both amusement and
indulgence, and then leaned over. The window was very narrow, with a chair
and a row of bamboo bookshelves. There was no extra space. With one hand
on the window frame, Chu Wanning had no way out.

Chu WanNing did not plan to retreat either. He was much better than he was
a few years ago, but he was still not used to being intimate in a place like this
– especially when he had interacted with that unreasonable paranoid
character a few days ago.

When he thought of those scenes, his cheeks began to burn, and he became
even more determined.

Chu WanNing said, "No. Go to bed."

The response from Mo Ran was to move closer and cover his slightly cold lips.

It had to be said that the things that TaXian Jun and Grandmaster Mo liked
were actually very similar. It was just that TaXian Jun was tactful with his
words and Grandmaster Mo was tactful with his actions.

But the results were all the same.

Before he had the chance to resist, Mo Ran had already seduced him and
pushed him onto the chair, just like Taxian Jun. Grandmaster Mo moved his
finger and used a demonic aura to activate Godly Martial Arts! JianGui, he tied
Chu WanNing's hands and legs to the chair.
"Can't you just choose a more normal place?" Chu WanNing gritted his teeth.

Mo Ran's long eyelashes rustled innocently. He lowered his body and touched
Chu WanNing's face with a gentle voice, "I'm afraid you'll get tired of it."

"..."

He was clearly doing something that was worse than an animal, but it
sounded like he had become a girl who was afraid of being abandoned.

Mo Ran's eyes were very serious. "Shizun, we've only lived together for two
years. We still have a long life ahead of us. If we behave ourselves every night,
you might eventually find me boring."

"You're very interesting." Chu WanNing glared at him, "Now, let me go."

Mo Ran was also half-kneeling before him, staring at him.

"Let go." Chu WanNing insisted.

It was probably because his eyes were too firm that he hurt the young man's
weak heart that had already suffered so many cuts and cuts. Mo Ran suddenly
lowered his long eyelashes and didn't say anything. He looked a little sad, but
obediently muttered, "JianGui, come back."

The willow vine obediently withdrew.

Mo Ran lowered his head and added, "I'm sorry."

"..."

When the young man was half kneeling in front of him, he was much shorter
than him. When the tall and straight body was in front of him, he couldn't
recognize that he was a junior who was ten years younger than him.

He rubbed his wrist, which was tied up so painfully by the willow vine, and
suddenly felt that his tone just now had been too harsh.

Chu WanNing coughed lightly, and just as he was about to say something, Mo
Ran lowered his head and muttered to himself, "Although I don't really
remember what I did when I became TaXian Jun, I … I still have a bit of an
impression of him."

Chu WanNing stopped rubbing the red marks on his wrist.

Looking down from the top of his head, Mo Ran's eyelashes appeared thicker
and more slender than other angles, similar to some loyal animal. Chu
WanNing even felt that at some point, this young man's hair would have two
fluffy ears, which would then droop in frustration.

It was accompanied by a non-existent fluffy tail.

"I thought you'd like that. But I seem to have made a mistake."

"..." You did make a mistake.

Chu WanNing thought in his heart.

However, he still reached out his hand and stroked the young man's head.
This comforting caress caused Mo Ran to raise his face. His handsome face
was filled with the pale yellow light of a candle. The light of the lamp was
reflected in his dark eyes, and the flickering light looked like two twinkling
stars. These eyes were very beautiful, but because of the grievance, there was
a little bit of red at the end of the eyes.

"I'm sorry, Shizun. I wanted to make you happy. "

"..."

"It's not like I did the right thing. I made you angry."

Suddenly, Chu WanNing could not bear it anymore.

He sighed as the strength in his hands slightly increased. However, the youth
was not at ease with his emotions. He straightened his neck and stood rooted
to the spot like a rock.

Chu WanNing tried to break him up a few more times, but nothing happened
and he could not help but say, "Come here."

The young man was stunned for a moment before he knelt down and
obediently leaned over. Chu WanNing wrapped his arms around the back of
his head and pulled him close to his waist. He stroked his soft black hair and
sighed, "Idiot."

The lanterns were still in the quiet room. Chu WanNing removed the silk
ribbon from his hair. His long hair was scattered, but he didn't mind. Instead,
he used the white ribbon to cover his eyes. There were some things that might
not be as shameful if they were not seen.

Sometimes, Mo Ran was really stupid. He was stunned for a moment before
he asked, "Shizun, what are you doing?"

"..."

Even though the candle flame was dim and yellow, one could clearly see the
color of blood under Chu WanNing's snow-white skin. He bit his lower lip and
realized there was always a way to make him soften and harden his heart in
an instant.

Smoke was rising from the top of Chu WanNing's head. If it were not for the
silk that covered his eyes, he would have been humiliated. Otherwise, he
would have been able to push Mo Ran out of the house.

He was silent for a moment: "If you want to do it then do it! If you don't then
scram!"

Grandmaster Mo is an honest man.

He was surprised by the passing of time.

For the rest of the good times, he devoutly used the Twisting Tempest
technique.

His clothes were quickly taken off and his skin was exposed to the cool night
air. Chu WanNing covered his eyes and subconsciously raised his chin as he
could not see what was happening.
Under the white silk of the lotus root, there was a straight bridge of the nose.
The soft lines extended downwards, drawing people's gazes to his lips.

Normally, because Chu WanNing's eyes were too bright and too cold,
everyone who was looking at him would pay attention to those two pools of
snow and ice.

But now his eyes were obscured, and he had lost his sense of majesty. Thus,
Mo Ran naturally discovered that the lower half of his face was actually very
soft. It had a fine line to it, and very soft and pale pink lips.

Because he had lost his sight, his lips were parted unconsciously. This posture
was like he was asking for a kiss. Although Mo Ran was absolutely sure that
his Shizun did not intend to do this, he still gave him a gentle kiss.

His lips intertwined wet, his hands did not stop moving. He stroked Chu
WanNing with his calloused hands, and after the kiss ended, both of their
breathing hastened.

Mo Ran was placed against his forehead, and his voice was slightly hoarse.
"Can I?"

The blindfolded man panted heavily, the color of his lips becoming more and
more alluring, like a budding crabapple, extremely tender and light red.

Chu WanNing asked, "What?"

"Right here, okay?"

"..."

Sometimes, Chu WanNing felt that even though Grandmaster Mo was a man
of honor, always acting for his sake and never forcing him to do anything he
didn't like, in some cases, this kind of 'asking' was even more humiliating than
the absurd things that TaXian Jun did.

"Can you ask such a thing after taking off my clothes?"

"Ugh …" At a place where Chu WanNing could not see it, Mo Ran's face turned
red.

He probably knew that he had asked a superfluous question, so he pursed his

lips in embarrassment. He leaned over to kiss the side of his Shizun's face and
said in a low voice, "Sorry."

In response to his cold harrumph.

Mo Ran no longer embarrassed him. His eyelashes fluttered like a butterfly,

and that kiss continued on all the way down, from cheek to neck, to clavicle,
to chest...

He could feel Chu WanNing's tight muscles and his arms were still holding the
edge of his chair unconsciously. He knew that Chu WanNing did not like to be
excessively played with on his chest. Although the scar would not hurt, it was
always his fragile wound.

So he just kissed at the nipples, bent down and buried himself between Chu
WanNing's legs.
He looked up at Chu WanNing's tense and stiff appearance, and leaned over,
breathing fiercely in his already raised tip.

Chu WanNing's throat swayed, even under the cover of his eyes, and he
turned his face in embarrassment.

"Ah..."

Suddenly his cock was engulfed by Mo Ran, and the warm and moist mouth
wrapped him. In the darkness, the stimulation of the touch of the other
person was particularly strong. It seemed that all his senses were pouring into
his lower body, and his spine seemed to be ran up with sparks and electricity,
numb all the way to the tip of his toes.

Chu WanNing leaned back slightly, biting his sudden breath.

But even if he tried to repress it, his erection honestly reflected in the young
man bent between his eyes. Mo Ran took him deeper and deeper, sucking
him. The tip of his tongue circled flexibly around his bell mouth and stem.
When he pulled it away, the moist saliva of his mouth wetted the angry pillar.

"En Gong Gege..."

Chu WanNing's face suddenly turned red. His voice was low and angry when
he said, "Don't call me that."

Mo Ran smiled gently. His lips were very close to Chu WanNing’s cock. He
could feel the air flow clearly when he spoke.

"Good. I will listen to Shizun," said Mo Ran.

"..."

He didn’t know whether it was better to be ashamed of the title of Shizun, or

to be embarrassed by the title of Engong Gege.

But Chu WanNing did not have much time to think. Mo Ran’s wet kisses and
licking came again. He could not see anything in front of him. He could only
breathe with his mouth slightly open under the silk belt. However, he could
almost imagine Mo Ran’s posture and how the tip of his tongue licked him.

Eventually, in a deep throat, he could not help reaching out, fingertips deep
into Mo Ran’s hair, he slightly warmed up and said, "Enough, enough."

Mo Ran did not intend to listen to him this time.

Chu WanNing was a very strong person, even in bed. So if he said "Enough",
in fact, it is far from enough.

When they returned to seclusion for the first few times, Mo Ran believed in
his evil. As a result, Chu WanNing tore himself apart badly. Afterwards, Mo
Ran stared at the bloodstained sheets for a long time.

Since then, he has learned to regard Chu Wanning's "enough" as a byword.

Instead of paying attention to him, Mo Ran reached out and clasped Chu
WanNing's other hand, trying to stop him, held it with him, and then ran his
tongue all the way up, licking in the place of his desire, and then went down.
He paused, his black eyes moistened with lust: "Shizun, you have to sit
forward a little more... It's hard for me to take care of you…”

He said it very euphemistically, but Chu WanNing still felt that his head was
fuming.

Seeing that he was not moving, but there was no resistance, Mo Ran loosened
his hand, held him to the edge of the chair, and knelt down to further open
Chu WanNing's legs.

"... Ah!"

He licked past his hole. This stimulation was actually larger than the front, Chu
WanNing could not help crying out, spine arching, neck thrown back, head
resting on the back of the chair.

He could clearly feel Mo Ran on him licking, moistening and intruding.

It was not something that he could take comfortably, but there was a warm
gush in his chest. The warmth of being accepted, loved and pitied through
every inch made him feel as if he were soaked in the warmest spring in the
world.

When embraced by Mo Ran, Chu WanNing felt his legs were sore and numb
because of excessive stimulation. They swapped places and Mo Ran sat in his
chair. His cock was now fully erect and his angry stem was big in size.

Mo Ran held Chu WanNing's waist in one hand while his other hand kept
opening his entrance. When Chu Wanning frowned and said "enough" for the
ninth time that night, he could not help laughing and kissing WanNing’s
temple.

"Good..."

Even if the lubrication was more than abundant, it still hurt to be pushed into
by such a large and hard sex organ.

Chu WanNing frowned and his back trembled slightly. He could clearly feel
the burning desire buried in his body inch by inch.

"... Ah..."

When they fit perfectly, they both murmured.

"Shizun, does it hurt?"

"... Would you like to try it instead?

Mo Ran did not speak anymore, and he began to move gently. No matter how
uncontrollable his excitement may be, this young man was totally different
from Taxian Jun at the beginning of his love. He was very patient, but his
handsome face was more and more affected by the restraint of his desire.

His cock pulsated slightly in the soft and hot body of Chu WanNing as he was
sucked and wrapped in the tight walls. This feeling made him crazy. He had to
exert his utmost efforts to restrain himself from immediately pushing the
person in his arms up to the top and making merry wild.
His chest was waving, his black eyes were like rubbed gemstones with brilliant
luster, his lust and enthusiasm burned him, sweat flowed down his naked
skin, and the room was full of lust.

He gasped, breathing more and more quickly.

That little scratch was almost a scratch across his boots, although every time
he entered it, he reached the sensitive point of his familiar Chu WanNing, and
the head of his cock was constantly crowding.

"Ah... Ah..."

Chu WanNing tried hard to suppress his sounds, but the gasps overflowed
low, with a very slight voice, but hoarse and sexy.

Mo Ran was fascinated to find his lips, the wet lips were in touch with the
hunger and thirst to invade and suck, while the frequency of thrusting under
the side was becoming more and more urgent.

Chu WanNing sat on his lap and was almost crushed by his shallow thrusts.
Mo Ran was very gentle, but this gentleness was like a cruel torment to him.
Mo Ran knew him too well. He was constantly pushing against the most crisp
position. It was turbulent but not violent. It seemed that there was an itchy
place where his fingers kept skimming around and making circles like
feathers, but it just kept the itchy climbing up without pleasure.

He suffered terribly. In such a tormenting situation, he gave a vague low

sound and moan in his throat, almost like a kind of begging.
He could feel the heat behind him and the humidity of the junction, which
made him blush more and more. He wrapped him wetly and sucked him in
the back.

Chu WanNing preferred not to think further.

Fortunately, Mo Ran did not want to be like Taxian Jun. He always liked to
listen to his moans but didn’t lose control in bed, or he did, but not so subtly.

Mo Ran apparently also felt Chu WanNing's gradual adaptation. His pulling
strength slowly became fierce. His hot cock was poking from bottom to top.
His hands were coiled and wiped around Chu's buttocks. He gazed at his lover
in his chair and his eyes looked wet and moist.

"Shizun, does it feel good?"

"..."

Naturally, the answer didn’t come, but Mo Ran could feel Chu WanNing's
state from his reaction, his small groans and gasps.

As he became more and more excited and vigorous, their love gradually
became out of control and delirious, from the initial tender and lingering,
gradually evolved into sweaty and intense sexual intercourse.

The chair creaked unsteadily beneath him, and the wet and sticky sound of
the water when it collided at the junction. In the increasingly fierce
manipulation, Chu WanNing could not bear it. His waist and limbs were soft,
his body was close to Mo Ran’s chest, his head shook slightly, his hair hung
over his ribbon, and he gasped: "Slow, slow..."
But at this time, the young man was addicted to it, and could no longer be as
obedient.

This fierce thrusting lasted for a long time, until Chu WanNing was so directly
manipulated by his fanatical and infatuated actions that he released
spasmodically, and the semen was all in his burning stomach.

At that time, Mo Ran looked up at the man sitting on his legs. The silk ribbon
had skewed in the fierce intercourse, revealing a moist Phoenix with a tiny
closed eye.

Mo Ran seemed to be turned on by this, and suddenly, although he was still

immersed in the afterglow of the orgasm, he held him to stand up. Because
of the change of posture, his cock suddenly poked into the depths of the hole,
which overly stimulated Chu WanNing, to moan out: "Ah..."

"Shizun, WanNing... Baobei..." He hugged him, kissed him, and they fell down
together on the bed. In the process, Mo Ran’s dick slipped out of Chu
WanNing's moist and lustful entrance.

Chu WanNing's eyes were almost empty. The man's perception of stimulation
was greater when he release. He could feel himself shrinking and longing
shamelessly behind him. Because of the sudden slip of the sexual organ, he
gasped heavily, raised his trembling hand and pulled away the half-loose silk
belt.

Those slightly picky and red eyes, were too wet to see Mo Ran’s look.
Mo Ran cursed lowly. He raised the man's legs on the bed to press his hot and
hard sex against Chu WanNing’s entrance, just pushed forward, entered a
front end, and heard the pain and pleasure of the person under him moaning.

As he could no longer bear it, he whispered "I'm sorry" and supported Chu
WanNing waist. The whole length was fiercely and enthusiastically thrusted
inside.

The next mating was almost wild.

In the depth of infatuation, there was no difference between TaXian Jun and
Grandmaster Mo. They were not very sensible. They were addicted to the
twitching of the hot tightness. They were eager to hear more of Chu
WanNing’s vague and broken groans and gasps. Two solid and symmetrical
bodies on the bed were entangled in the blazing heat. Mo Ran separated Chu
WanNing’s legs very wide, his ass was still, and his cock went deep instantly.
The ground turned upside down.

"Ah... Ah..."

Everything wa chaotic, the dense thrust, the storm-like intercourse. It made

Chu WanNing feel like a soul floating in the river, which can not be grasped,
and could not be controlled.

The only real thing was the face of the young man in front of him who was
obsessed with love.

Before Mo Ran came, he was extraordinarily fierce and almost crazy pumping
inside, and the last few ruthless and hot thrusts, almost to squeeze the hole
to its limits, followed by a large powerful stream of semen in Chu WanNing's
body without ending.

His toes trembled and his eyes almost lost focus.

"How are you?"

It was a long time before Mo Ran recovered from his excitement. He kissed
Chu WanNing's sweaty face, lips, and nose.

"Did it hurt?"

"..."

"Did you like it?"

He looked at the sincere and gentle face of the young man, the man he had
once lost, the man who had fallen into hell for him, the man who had been so
cold at his side.

Now he was so vividly entwined in his pillow.

In front of his eyes.

Beside him.

Within his body.

He abruptly closed his eyes, and for some reason, a sour taste appeared in his
throat, but the sweetness in his heart instead broke through the soil. The
sweetness and the sour taste merged together, causing his throat to sound
somewhat hoarse.

Chu WanNing was not a good talker, but he was also a very thin-skinned
person.

Don't expect him to answer any questions honestly on the bed, so Mo Ran
obviously won't get an answer to his stupid questions this time either.

But he would get something else.

Better.

Chu WanNing raised his head slightly. There was still a strand of sweaty black
hair scattered on his forehead, and his beautiful eyes were fixed on the young
man's face. Then he leaned over and kissed the young man's well-shaped lips.

He placed his hand on Mo Ran's chest, where there was still a scar.

They both had a scar on their hearts.

But it was all over.

The scar was still there, but it would no longer hurt.

"... I love you."

Chu WanNing said in a low voice. Then, as if to prevent Mo Ran from seeing
his embarrassment and blush, he pulled him down and kissed him again.
This night, as before, they did it more than once. Mo Ran’s strength that had
been impregnated by the power of the devil seemed better than before,
although he was already somewhat unreasonably good in the past.

The bed creaked as they entangled passionately in the Valley of NanPing. Chu
WanNing turned over and knelt on the bed. Mo Ran sat behind him and
covered his mouth. Then pushed him back like a beast matting. In their fierce
rhythm, the semen left in Chu Wanning's body was foamed and slipped
slightly between his legs.

"WanNing..." During the feverish sexual intercourse, the almost absent

minded Chu WanNing laid on the bed. He had strands of black hair in front of
his eyes, and he could vaguely hear Mo Ran behind him calling out to him, full
of love, desire, infatuation, and dependence.

He wanted to reply, but his voice was a little hoarse from the many times he
had cried out during the night. He could not make too many sounds.

Just like that, Chu WanNing was pressed down on the bed. After a while, he
saw Mo Ran's hand reach over and cover the back of his own hand.

He could Mo Ran’s breathes, and the most sexy and beautiful voice in the
world, right next to his ear. He frowned, and clearly perceived that his lover
was groaning and gasping, and that the semen was once again shot into his
body, like an electric fire.

He heard Mo Ran press himself to his ear, solemnly, as the young man had so
often said in the past two years, as if he were about to say it for the rest of his
life.
No, not as if.

It's for sure.

Mo Ran said, "WanNing, I love you."

I love you.

From dawn to dusk.

Every day.

All his life.

For a Lifetime.

As for the Mid-Autumn Festival...

Although Chu WanNing's culinary skills were not good, his taste sense was not
bad.

After studying for a long time and not being able to cook for a long time and
seeing how Mo Ran was already used to marinate the fish meat without any
problems, three days before the Mid-Autumn Festival, Chu Wan Ning finally
gave up on the idea.

Thus, the first scene appeared.

Tens of monsters cultivated from plants and vegetation surrounded Chu
WanNing. Some of them were in charge of chopping firewood, lighting fires,
chopping vegetables, and scooping up food from the wok.

Chu WanNing looked at the bubbling broth in the pot. Its color, luster and
fragrance were both very alluring. He could not help but say to the two little
demons who were cooking, "Thank you for your help."

"No need to thank me. We volunteered. Immortal Deity, Deity Wood, has
summoned us to help out. We can't be happier yet."

Chu WanNing looked outside and saw Mo Ran sitting quietly at the end of the
yard, chopping a pile of firewood. He did not have anyone to help him, sweat
was dripping down his face, his clothes could not cover his tight chest and slim
waist.

Very good, a beauty.

It was a pity that Chu WanNing did not care for the fairer sex.

Although it was indeed unfair for him to secretly ask the demons to help him
cook the dishes, he had no choice but for Mo Ran every night to torment them
endlessly …

As he thought of this, he closed the kitchen door tightly and cast a barrier to
prevent Mo Ran from burning in. After doing all of this, he turned around and
returned to the place where he had once been absorbed by the plants. He
then picked up the recipe that he had written down on the counter —

"Next, we need a squirrel mandarin fish."

The voice of the Immortal Elder of the Beitang Clan came out from the
kitchen. Occasionally, one could hear the strange mumbling of some lesser
demons.

"Who catches fish?"

The smoke from the smoke rose in the air. It was sunset and dusk. The
fragrance of tea, rice, oil and salt filled the air.

In this sort of serenity and warmth, that year's cold rain and snow in the deep
winter of South Peak Mountain would eventually fade from his memories.
Perhaps one day, the pain he had experienced would become a faint shadow,
just like the ink stains on his clothes. Once or twice, it might not be clean, but
as time passed, the shadow would eventually become a gentle and shallow
mark.

Every year in the future, regardless of whether it was spring, summer, autumn
or winter, they would be in the best world.

313. The Only Possibility (Now) I

— — This was a modern eg.

I thought I was playing a love game with multiple characters to play, but this
game can only play one ending.

— — From One Failed Task Report by Xue Meng

Xue Meng was eating the penultimate coconut milk red bean cake on his
plate.

He had to be careful. He used a plastic spoon to cut along the edge of the red
bean cake. He wanted to preserve the integrity of the cake as much as
possible,

Unfortunately, half of it had been tainted by Mango Mousse, who was sitting
in the same plate.

He hated Mango as much as he hated his job with the Cultivation Protection
Department.

Unfortunately, he had no choice but to do it. This was the twenty-first

century, and the Taoist father's foolish son had to come out to work to
support himself.

"Mission report, Mr. Xue." A dry, mechanical female voice came from the
headset.

Xue Meng rolled his eyes. Ever since the Bureau of Temporal Protection called
in a new bureau chief with the surname 'Jiang', reporting on the mission had
become something that he had to do every day.

"Cough, I arrived at the office at 8: 20 today. I was not late, so I packed a plate
of raw fried meat for Shizun Li this morning.

I suggest that you all have a taste when you're free. The key is that the old
grandpa who is selling fried food looks kind and praises people, and the aunt
who is 60 years old should not call him a coquettish little girl. After eating the
raw fried food, I started to seal the -- "

This was the reason why Xue Meng hated his job.

Yes, seal.

This was a long story, and the blame lay with his father. Xue Meng's father,
Xue Zhengyong, was the Director of the International Cultivation Bureau. As
the Director's only son, Xue Meng had lived his entire life and no one dared
to offend him.

The food they ate was specially prepared by the Cultivation Bureau. Even the
urine was made from the deep-sea mackerel, ensuring that it would be
slippery and not give rise to a prickly heat. Those Bong Baoshi and Hua King's
diapers were nothing to the eyes of their parents.

For such a Young Master of the cultivation world, his days were naturally
smooth sailing. After graduation, he directly entered the Cultivation World's
Protection Bureau to work. On the first day of work, he was personally
received by the Director.

At that time, the bureau chief's name was Nangong Liu. He was a chubby
middle-aged man who could sweat cold sweat when climbing two floors up.

Nangong Liu cordially held Comrade Little Xue's hand and shook his pork
cheeks as he greeted, "Aiya, Xue Meng, right? "He really looks like your father.
It's clear from one look that she's a real son. She's pretty!"

Xue Meng said, "Uncle, thank you for your praise."

Nangong Liu chuckled. "Your father and I are old acquaintances, so let's not
talk about other things. Come, let Uncle explain the work that you need to do
first."

Student Xue Meng, who had just graduated, was still full of ambition. He was
determined to help build a harmonious new cultivation world by contributing
his own strength. Thus, he straightforwardly said, "Just say it, I will complete
the task you gave me."

Look, he didn't even have a second generation cultivation. What a good child!

Bureau Chief Nan Gong looked at him deeply before retracting his smile and
said solemnly, "Little Xue, the organization has considered that you are from
a cultivator family and have outstanding conditions. So, even though you're
Director Xue's favorite, we've decided to give you the most difficult and
difficult job. "

Hearing this, Xue Meng immediately became spirited. "Ever since I was young,
I have liked all sorts of adventurous things. "In the past, everyone had always
obstructed my dad's face, but I was not allowed to do this, nor was I allowed
to touch that." His eyes were shining. "I'm finally out of it."

Bureau Chief Nangong patted his shoulder and gave him a thumbs up,
"Ambitious."

Xue Meng asked, "Then what do I want to do?"

"Cough, cough." Nangong Liu cleared his throat, "Overall, this is a high
difficulty job that no one on the board is qualified to do. It requires superior
patience, accurate judgment, and decisiveness on the part of the person in
charge. Because every decision you make will control hundreds of thousands
of lives — there will be a large number of lives that will be saved because of
you, but there will also be many lives that will bleed because of you. "

His expression was solemn and his eyes were blazing, as if a holy light was
slowly rising behind him.

"It's a hard job on the front lines. When you first came to work in the Bureau
of Space and Time, your father urged me to find you a comfortable and safe
position, but after looking at your resume, I felt that you were a good and
ambitious kid. I couldn't let down the hot-blooded young people, so after
careful consideration, I gave you this job. "

As he spoke, the bureau chief extended a hand and poked Xue Meng's chest.

"You have to live up to those ten million lives."

Xue Meng's eyes filled with tears, filled with reverence. "Bureau Chief, thank
you for ignoring my father's hindrance and giving me such a heavy
responsibility! I will work hard and not disappoint you! "

Bureau chief Nangong Liu gave him a look of praise and encouraged, "Do your
job well!" After he left, he hid his skills and reputation.

That day, when Little Xue returned home, he was unable to control his
excitement. He hid it from his parents and secretly ordered a batch of goods
from the Peach Blossom Network's Night Cat Cultivator Merchant Shop. They
were as follows:
Violent DPS Broken Skin Fried Chicken (manufactured by Frigid Scale
Pharmacy): Eating it will give you ten times the mana required for an hour.
You cannot use it in battle.

Ergou Life Continuing Pill (manufactured by Yuheng Pharmaceutical Factory):

If you die, it will be useless to eat more.

Liao Tou Wan (No Sorrowful Monastery): Can let your head shine, in the dark
to guide your companions.

Infinite Baiyuan Pill (produced by Taxian Jun Pharmaceutical Factory): To

remove the chaotic state.

Ancestral thousand year jujube pill (Greed Pharmaceutical Factory): Only for
enemy use.

Just like that, little friend Xue Meng made perfect preparations. He even
dreamt of teleporting into the Second World Cultivation War, bravely
sacrificing his life in order to resist the black magic that came sweeping in
from the European battlefield. With a sharp "Avadaso's life!", he fell into a
streak of mysterious green light...

But the next day, when Xue Meng hesitantly arrived at the office, he was
stupefied.

"This is … My job?! "

The sweet long-legged big-chested secretary's sister poured him a cup of

fragrant tea and said gently, "Yes, Mr. Xue. This is your job."
Xue Meng went to his desk in disbelief. Looking at the mountain of reports on
the cultivation world's projects, his mouth gradually formed an "O" shape.

Trembling, he reached for the uppermost stack of papers and roughly looked
at it. A row of bright red headlines entered his eyes, the title was very
convoluted and ordinary people could not understand it: "The method to deal
with the illegal use of the Lanyi Mortal Pig Farm's Ling-Yi Pig Feed: Lonely
Moon Night Pig Feed".

What could he do?

Xue Meng couldn't help but feel dizzy.

But he gritted his teeth and continued to look.

Recently, the medical supervision team received a report that a cultivator had
illegally sold Gu Yue Ye's expired pig feed through an illegal channel to a
mortal merchant, resulting in more than 8000 bags of expired feed to the
market. Currently, there are already three pig farms with pigs that have
consumed this feed.

Xue Meng, "..."

He turned another page.

The Livestock and Drug Administration Committee of the Cultivation World

dealt with the matter by sending people to buy back all the contaminated
pork and destroy it.
The Mortal Board of Cultivators handled the matter by supporting the
decision and conducting an arrest and interrogation of the cultivators
involved.

The Cultivators' Advocacy Committee's Disposition: I second the opinion and

invite the program team of "News Simulcast" to carry out the follow-up public
relations work.

Chairman's opinion on the Comprehensive Case Committee of the Cultivation

Community Protection Bureau: (empty)

Confused, Xue Meng raised his head. He poked at the "empty" character with
one hand and asked the smiling little sister beside him, "Why is there no one
writing an opinion on this?"

The little sister smiled and patiently explained, "I was waiting for you to seal
it."

"But I'm not …" He looked down at the report and read, "Chairman of the
Comprehensive Case Committee of the Cultivation Protection Bureau."

But when he raised his head again and looked at the affectionate eyes of the
big sister secretary, he could not help but hesitate and become confused. Am
I? "

Little Sister magically took out a small brooch card from behind her. On it was
impressively printed "Chairman of the Comprehensive Case Committee, Xue
Meng." There was even a photo with a head that Xue Meng was most
dissatisfied with.
He put it on for Xue Meng and smiled. "Now you are the honorable Chairman.
Congratulations!"

He even handed over two seals. One of the seals was imprinted with a circle,
while the other was imprinted with a cross.

"Agreed to close the case and deny it." The little sister smiled and said, "Please
start working."

Xue Meng's mouth opened and closed again and again. He had a lot of things
he wanted to say and a lot of curses he wanted to spit out, but in the end he
swallowed his saliva and with difficulty asked, "Can I not choose?"

The elder sister smiled and said, "Of course you can. Then both of you cover
them up."

"..." Xue Meng felt his anger dissipating. "If I don't choose either one of them,
how will I deal with them in the end?"

"I'll leave it to the secretary of the bureau chief."

Xue Meng became even weaker. "Then what do I have to do?"

Little Sis kindly said, "Therefore, I personally recommend that you only seal it
once."

Xue Meng, "… … … …"

And just like that, as the days went by, Xue Meng truly comprehended the art
of speaking back then. This damned, damned job had made him live like a pile
driver, looping or forking on different reports. This indeed requires inhuman
patience.

Of course, this patience is not just about facing boring work without having a
reverse mentality. His greater patience was that he had to restrain himself
every day in order to convince himself not to rush into Nangong Liu's office
and strangle the Director's reproductive organs!

Although Bureau Chief Nangong had not lied to him, he had decided to leave
thousands of lives behind.

Just look at these reports —

"Report on the Construction of the Exclusive Chicken Farm for Violent Dps
Crispy Chicken"

"Report on the Formation of Huluwa Essence after the Establishment of the

Republic of China".
(http ://www.wuxiaworld.com/pwang.com/pwang.com/pwang.com/pwang
wuxiang.com/pwangwuxiang.com/pwangwuxiang.com/pwangwuxiangwu)

"Report on the Acceptance of the Black Cat Chief Officer after the
Establishment of the Country"

"Gu Yue Ye, Retired Sect Leader's application: I really want to live another 500
years"

"The Sphenoid Maid Research Group: An Advocate to Call Cultivators Carrying

the Genes of the Maid to Donate Genetically Modified Human Beings"
Isn't it a matter of hundreds of millions of lives.

With a face full of anger, Xue Meng raised his small fork and slapped it over
the《 Donation of Essences》. He felt a sense of righteousness that had saved
countless lives, and he noted coldly: "No one wants to be shot in a cup and
frozen. "Denied."

He admitted that he was venting his resentment, but he hoped that the
Director would not tolerate such nonsense. It would be best if he could get
him to go to the mortal world to kill demons and exorcise devils.

It was a pity that the director was as steady as a rock and didn't scold
Chairman Xue. On the contrary, during a gathering, Xue Meng heard that Miss
Ye Wanxi, the secretary of the bureau chief, had to work hard until the early
hours of the morning because of these pranks.

"If you let your daughter-in-law work overtime, I'll resign tomorrow!"

Half a corridor away, the director's son, Nangong, could be heard thumping
the table and stomping his feet.

With a guilty conscience, Xue Meng shrunk his neck back. After he sent
himself into a daze, he decided that he would still have to seriously face these
reports.

Just like this, several months passed. As his seal was being sealed faster and
faster, he almost forgot about his original ambitions when he graduated.
Nangong Liu had been suspended from his position and had lost his iron bowl
of rice because he had accepted a bribe from a demon.
The new director was here.

Director Jiang Xi was swift and decisive as he took over any stand very quickly.
Only for Xue Meng, it took him an hour to understand what it was used for.

Bureau Chief Jiang could not be blamed for this. It was because the package
Nangong Liu had given Xue Meng was too frightening. He had taken apart the
wrapping paper for a long time, layer after layer, before he finally realized
what was inside.

In short, Xue Meng's position was practically useless. Even Little Li, who had
been slacking off in the cafeteria while washing vegetables, had done more
meaningful work than him.

Director Jiang could not tolerate such a position, so he decided to abolish the
position of "Integrated Commissioner" and find some other work for Xue
Meng.

He spent a week or so observing his ideas, and finally made a decision. The
first scene appeared — —

"Mission report, Mr. Xue."

"Cough, I arrived at the office today at 8: 20, I wasn't late, so I packed a serving
of raw fried food for Shizun Li in the morning." Cough, I arrived at the office
today at 8: 20, I wasn't late, and I packed a serving of raw fried food for Shizun
Li in the morning. After eating the raw fried food, I started to seal the seal... "

There was a sudden hiss of electricity from the headset.

Following that, Jiang Xi's channel was switched on and the cold voice
disappeared. In its place was Director Jiang's voice, which was even more
heartless than the voice.

"From today onwards, you do not need to seal it. "Rest early today and come
to my office tomorrow. I have an important job for you." Jiang Xi paused for
a moment before replying without any emotion, "Remember to bring me a
serving of Shizun Li's fried meat and add vinegar."

Xue Meng, "… … … … …"

314: The only possibility II

The next day, Xue Meng went to Bureau Chief Jiang's office. After listening to
the details of the task, he came to realize something — he had been assigned
a job similar to that of a pimp!

Xue Meng was very angry. "Why am I not sealing the report on the donation,
but looking for a way out for the birth of a new life? You should either hand
this over to Jiayuan or the Lilium Net, what are you looking for me for?! "

Director Jiang was eating raw fried buns one by one at an astonishing speed
and with a beautiful appearance.

"I told you this for the third time, you are not trying to play a pimp, you are
trying to light up the genetic engineering research team."

He finished the last bun, slowly wiped his lips with a handkerchief, and then
raised his eyes. "Listen carefully, the abnormal movements of the demons in
the past few hundred years have become more and more obvious. It hasn't
been two centuries."

There would probably be another fierce battle between Humans and Devils.
We need the most powerful combat power. "

"... To put it bluntly, you all are descendants that need special beauties to
reproduce. " Xue Meng rolled his eyes.

Jiang Xi didn't mind. "Yes, that's right."

"But it's been a long time since the Unique Beauty Seat appeared. The only
person with any leads was a guy called Mo Ran."

"That's right."

"You need that guy to give you a baby."

"Exactly."

The disdain on Xue Meng's face could be clearly seen. "But that guy is a gay."

Jiang Xi lightly added, "A purebred gay."

Xue Meng gnashed his teeth and said, "That's why you guys spent more than
ten years developing a virtual game called Fate Jump — —"

"Jumper." Jiang Xi corrected him expressionlessly, "And strictly speaking, it

cannot be called a game."

"I don't care if it's a jumping machine or a jumping machine!" Xue Meng finally
couldn't help but roar. "In short, you want me to use that machine to simulate
fate and find an opportunity to correct a gay man's sexual orientation in the
life of Mo Ran.

Just like those characters who can file and read files, introduce him to girls
who have long breasts and long thighs and let them have children — "

Jiang Xi interrupted him again. Mr. Director waved his finger and said, "It
doesn't need to be as long as one's chest and thighs. It only needs to be the
size of one's buttocks."
"..."

Xue Meng's earth-shattering roar came from the bureau chief's office, "Isn't
this f * cking Grandma Wang's job?!"

"Calm down. The Destiny Jumper is only a simulation of various possibilities.

To put it bluntly, it's a test version. " Jiang Xi took a sip of his tea. "The bureau
will collect your test results and formulate a real practical plan."

"I refuse."

"Relax, young man." Bureau Chief Jiang ignored his rejection, "Just treat
yourself as a test taker to develop a game."

"I said I refuse! Do you need to go to the otolaryngology department and test
your hearing, sir? "

Unfortunately, Director was very stubborn, so in the end, Xue Meng still had
to accept this task. Of course, Bureau Chief Jiang was not so unreasonable. He
kindly arranged a game assistant for Xue Meng, a talking little paper dragon.

"Assistants, staff officers, guides, toys, summoned beasts, Kobolds." Jiang Xi

leisurely said as he held the tea cup, "Call me whatever you want." It's yours
now. We'll enter the simulation game together and give you advice. "

With that, he waved his hand, ignoring Xue Meng's ruckus, "Let's begin, new
graduates."

"What did you call me?"

Bureau chief Jiang no longer planned to care about him.

With a wave of the director's hand, the new graduates were forced into the
operation room to put on a series of equipment and begin his mission.

After a moment of spinning, Xue Meng arrived at the first world.

… …. He had seen people who didn't allow young people to play games, but
he had never seen anyone who forced young people to play games.

However, since Jiang Xi had said that this was a mission, he might as well finish
it as soon as possible.

Xue Meng turned his head around with a darkened face. He discovered that
the little paper dragon was lying on his shoulder, its short dragon claws
clutching a quest guide. As it read, it exclaimed, "Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,
oh ~"

"Shut up." "Are you a goose?"

"Of course I'm not! I'm the dragon of the candle that split the world and
knows everything!" As the little paper dragon said this, it swung its tail at Xue
Meng's face. "This way."

Xue Meng looked in the direction it was pointing. It was a small, dilapidated,
dark alley with all kinds of advertisements of psoriasis pasted on the outside.
On the ground, there was an unknown fluid, like a mixture of leaking garbage
bags and spilled spittoons.
Xue Meng firmly lifted his foot and walked in the opposite direction.

"Hey hey, where are you going?"

"Let's go on a cleaner path."

The little paper dragon was angry. "Do you think I want to choose this path?"
As it spoke, it smacked the mission book against Xue Meng's nose, "Look for
yourself! It says, "Walk two hundred meters into this alley and find a noodle
shop. Then you will see Mo Ran, who is currently in primary school!"

Xue Meng took the mission guide and looked at it doubtfully. It seemed to be
true.

With an ashen face, he returned the guide to Xiao Long, gritted his teeth, and
stepped into the darkness.

Although he felt like he was going crazy, he followed the directions and
walked out of the alley. He turned left, and the road gradually became
spacious and clean.

"Yes!" Right in front! That 'again at the noodle shop'. " Xiao Long was excitedly
dancing and waving his hands. Xue Meng could not help but feel glad that due
to the magic, the people in this virtual world could not see them. Otherwise,
it would be very embarrassing.

Soon they found Mo Ran among the diners. He had a tattered school bag on
his back, and he was wearing a pair of shoddy sneakers. His dark, greasy hair
looked unwashed for days, and his head hung limply in front of his eyes.
Although Xue Meng was still quite far away from him, he was almost certain
that Mo Ran had a very rancid smell. This was because there were no
customers willing to sit in the seats around him.

"What a well-nourished little dirty dog." Xue Meng stroked his chin as he
commented.

"He'll be very handsome when he grows up." The dragon reminded him.

"Then why are we looking for Mo Ran, who is currently in primary school?"
Xue Meng said, "Just find the adult handsome him and stuff a 'Yin-Yang Fusion
Powder' into his mouth. Then catch a girl and throw it into the dark room,
wouldn't that be enough?"

The small paper dragon looked at him with disdain, "Big brother, we are from
the Cultivation Bureau, not the Yi-Hong Courtyard."

"..."

"Besides, the Cultivation Bureau has ordered to prohibit this kind of illegal
drug use. You must make Mo Ran willingly fall in love with a girl and marry his
and have children. "Then cultivating relationships since young must be the
best."

While saying this, Xiaolong tried to look for supporting evidence in the quest
guide, but what was even worse was that he actually found it.

"Haha, I told you that I, myself, am the dragon of candles who can do anything
in the world! Look, there really is a recommended target! "
"... Is the one that Jiang Xi stuffed in front of you really not a cheating
machine? "

Even though he said this, Xue Meng still drew the guide back with a look of
disgust. He smoothed the crumpled paper out of the little dragon's hand and
squinted under the dim light of the street lamp.

Hell, it really did list a dozen female targets for the current Mo Ran.

"Target 1: Wang Xiaomi. How to make friends: Please cast a spell to let the
noodle restaurant in the sudden rabies, to bite the noodle burning. Wang
Xiaomi is the daughter of the owner of the car. He is one year younger than
Mo Fen, and will be in the third grade of primary school. They will meet on
the car and become childhood friends. "

Xue Meng had a face full of anger, "This is f * cking okay?" He continued to
look at the next guide.

"Target 2: Li Da Mi.

"This won't do." Xue Meng, who had been sealing the chicken farm for a long
time, actually had some pity for animals. His conscience made him use the
veto, but his curiosity still drove him to read on, "After Wangcai dies, the shop
owner's daughter will come out to caress his corpse and cry. His crying will
attract his little friend, Li Daimi, and Mo Ran will meet the two girls tonight."

"Then why can't you directly take over the daughter of the noodle store's
owner?"
Hearing Xue Meng's mutterings, the little paper dragon shook his face with its
tail, then pointed it forward with the tip of its tail. He saw the daughter of the
noodle store owner was at least three times as big as Mo Ran, and his eyes
were narrowed into slits.

Xue Meng, "... "I understand."

If it was the daughter of the noodle store owner, he would probably push Mo
Ran into the abyss of a dead gay man even more thoroughly.

Alright, although work is not pleasing to the eye, but since I have taken on this
job, I have to settle the matter properly. This is the good leader of the people,
the good cultivator of the country.

Therefore, Little Xue constantly complained, but still earnestly looked

through the ten female targets that could be triggered.

The book editor was probably an idiot who was bored to death. He wrote
down the hobbies and interests of the ladies on the book, and even included
a two-inch headshot of each of them.

With his straight male aesthetic, Xue Meng fell in love with a little girl called
"Zhao Wu Mi".

"... "Oh, this name sounds like it has a slim chance of winning." The little paper
dragon sighed.

"What do you know? She's cute, she'll definitely be a beauty in the future."
"If I choose her, I definitely won't be able to bend the knee."
"That's what you said."

As a result, a person and a dragon began to carefully follow the guide.

"In order to trigger the 'Zhao Wumi's Meeting Event', you have to wait until
Mo Ran finished his noodles, and then walk two blocks forward before
starting the rain." "This way, Mo Ran will run under the nearest roof to shelter
from the rain without an umbrella. At this time, he will hear the cries of a little
girl coming from the back street."

"It sounds like a ghost story."

"Nonsense, this is clearly a story of a hero saving a beauty." "Look, the book
said that Mo Fen would go over to check on the situation after hearing the
crying sound. He found out that little friend Zhao Wuyi was being bullied by a
group of domineering girls. Mo Fen helped out on the way, and they got to
know each other."

Xue Meng went to make sure that Zhao Wumian's little friend was surrounded
by a group of hooligans, and everything went smoothly. The senior girl who
looked the most boisterous in the female group of "Beauty Milk" picked up a
brick and smashed it into Mo Ran's head.

The heroic youth lit up the ink and threw himself onto the street.

Xue Meng, "..."

Little Candle Dragon: "..."

Xue Meng said, "What about the special beauties' seats? Just this combat
strength? tease me?! "

Little Candle Dragon: "Probably too young to be activated..."

Amidst the sounds of thunder and lightning, the ink was burning as it fell into
the rain, and blood was flowing out of his forehead. When the female
overlord of the campus saw this, aiya, my mother, it caused someone's death!
He hurriedly led his lackeys to scatter, but the most extreme one was still
Student Zhao Wuxi. He trembled as he got up from the ground, and upon
seeing the torrential rain of ink-burnt corpses, he was scared out of his wits.
He actually left his savior with a scream and left in the dust.

Its running speed was so fast that it left people stupefied. Xue Meng couldn't
figure out how the "big" girl group had caught up to her. Even a rabbit
wouldn't be able to reach this speed.

Xue Meng and Xiao Long squatted beside the unconscious Mo Ran and looked
at each other.

"What do we do now? Save him? "

"But we can't do it directly to the people in this world …"

Xue Meng said in shock, "Then won't he bleed to death like this?"

"Aiya, it's a game simulator anyways. It's not like it's a real space-time travel.
If I die, I die." Xiao Long spoke in a muffled voice, "Victory and defeat are
commonplace in war. Young Hero, please start over again."
Although what he said was correct, Xue Meng was still very angry. He raised
the manual, and his anger was evident on every single one of his eyelashes,
along with the light blue veins. "This book is a swindler, right? We all did it
according to the book, how could there be any mistakes? "

Xiao Long hesitated for a moment, but still pointed his sharp dragon claw at
a small line of words behind the cover of the guide:

The guidance provided in this book is derived from the Big Stick Fate
Calculating Algorithm, which is unstable and responsible in the event of an
accident.

Xue Meng paused for a few seconds before roaring at the sky, "Jiang Xi, f * ck
you!"

Master Jiang Xi was one of the agents. Since the Fate Jumper was a full
simulation of reality, they also needed to collect data on all sorts of
unexpected situations.

The most important thing at the moment was to protect the Mo Ran, bleeding
little brain.

Xue Meng and Xiaolong thought of many ways to get the kind-hearted people
to notice that in this dark corner, there was a little friend who needed warm
care.

They overturned garbage cans to block the pedestrians' path, and cast spells
for the wildcats to hold the pedestrians' pants in their jaws. But the only
things that came to mind were the curses of passers-by about garbage cans
and mental cats. It was late at night, and people were hurrying home, and no
one would pay attention to the unremarkable trails.

"Ning, wait here."

Suddenly, a mother and son came around the corner. The mother was young
and beautiful, wrapped in a long coat of camel-colored cashmere, and the son
had come only to his knees, carrying a white umbrella with a picture of a big-
headed cat on it. The wind had picked up, and the child seemed to be a bit
scared. He shrunk his fair and delicate face into his cashmere scarf, revealing
only a small half of his face.

"Mom is going to take care of some work on the other side. You just stand
here and don't run around. I'll be right back. "

The child nodded quietly and obediently, and the fur cap that covered his
head slid down over half his eyes.

"Good, good, good! This little brat! Then, cast another spell to get the wild cat
to go out and peck at his pants leg! " The little dragon was extremely excited.

Xue Meng did not need to say it a second time. This time, it went even more
smoothly than before. The child quickly noticed this place and was led over
by the wild cat.

When he looked down in shock at Mo Ran on the ground, he walked forward

and called out: "... "Hey, are you okay?" At the same time, the nearby Xue
Meng and Xiao Long (of course, no one else could see them) couldn't help but
let out a long sigh.
"Thank God for salvation."

"There is true love in this world."

The two of them wiped the sweat off their foreheads. While Xue Meng
watched the boy anxiously run across the street to find his mother, he took
out his shitty little guidebook and said, "I'd like to see how the follow-up to
Zhao Wu Mi's incident goes."

The guide automatically flipped through several pages, as if it understood his

words. Finally, it stopped at one of the pages at the back.

The pages glowed with a golden light, and the scene around them twisted and
changed. By the time it was all over, twenty years had passed.

Beside him, little Candle Dragon was yelling at him,

"Aooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo What are you doing?
"

"... I was just saying it casually. " Xue Meng was also somewhat stupefied. "I
didn't expect that this book would directly send us to twenty years later to
read the results."

Little Candle Dragon: "…"

Xue Meng was stupefied. "But if that's the case, it means that the incident
that we just managed to create with Zhao Wuji had an impact on the future
of Mo Ran. Otherwise, the guidebook wouldn't have brought us here."
The little Candle Dragon furiously puffed up his cheeks for a long time, and
finally sighed: "You're right, this should be the change we made in this
simulation. "Let's go and see the outcome."

As they walked forward, they discovered that the old road from twenty years
ago was still the same. Apart from the surrounding buildings being even more
dilapidated, there were no major changes.

However, along the way, every store was painted with a large "Remove"
character in red. There was not many people along the way, making the place
seem very desolate.

"We're going to flatten it out here next month." Suddenly, Xue Meng heard a
slow and gentle male voice coming from the narrow alley to his left. With a
smile, he said, "I'm a bit reluctant."

"Me too." The other man's voice was clear and light. "After all, this is a place
that we used to come from."

"Haha, more importantly, I met you here."

That light voice laughed. "At that time, your entire body was covered with
mud, and you still have the nerve to say it."

The following sounds gradually died down, and in the end, only the wet,
lingering sound of kissing and the heavy breathing of the men could be heard
from the corner of the room.
"..." Xue Meng and Little Candle Dragon stared dumbfoundedly at the two
handsome and tall men that were embracing and kissing on the small path.
Even after twenty years, their childish faces could still be vaguely seen.

"So …" The dragon trembled.

"Mo Ran Or..." Xue Meng swallowed his saliva and answered with difficulty.

"Becoming a damn gay!" A man and a dragon said at the same time. They then
turned their heads to look at each other and cried out miserably.

"It was all thanks to us!"

The little Candle Dragon was unwilling, and shouted: "The main blame is on
you! Who told you to cast a spell for a wild cat to guide the way for this' Wan
Ning '! "

Xue Meng did not expect it to shirk its responsibilities and immediately
became angry, "Blame me?! It was you who created the torrential rain,
causing Inky Flames' eyes to be glued to his head while he was fighting, and
only his head was hit by a brick! "

"Blame you! It was you who picked Zhao Wumeng's guide line. Look, what a
wise choice you made! "

"Blame you! It was you who did not point out the small words on the back of
this guide to me. You are just a selfish, selfish little dragon! "

"Blame you! You are blind! "

"Blame you! "You're too annoying!"

"Blame you! Blame you! Blame you! "

The two staff members of the Bureau of Space and Time were quarreling. Mo
Ran and Chu WanNing had walked out from the shadows, their fingers
interlocked as they recalled the past twenty years they had known each other
and walked through this old street that was about to be demolished …

Looking at their backs, Xue Meng pressed down on Xiao Long's head and
hysterically roared, "It's all your fault!"

However, no matter how noisy it was, the mission had to continue.

Since one guide wasn't enough, then he would think of another. There were
many girls in the world, and there was always a girl who could introduce Mo
Ran to marriage and give birth to a child.

Come on! How could there be only one ending to raising a game!?

The two staff members were filled with rage and ambition. After encouraging
themselves, they changed the route of the Destiny Jumper and arrived at
another branch of the game.

"It's not that damnable path this time …"

After Xue Meng steadied himself in this world, he looked around.

"We seem to have been sent to the gymnasium of a school …"

315 The Only Possibility (Turning Now to Mischief), III

The setting sun spread a caramel glow on the brightly lit windows of the
stadium, and the red light outside was like a brocade.

Xue Meng and Xiao Long walked in a circle around the huge building. At this
time, there were not many people in the stadium. The training had already
ended. Only the incandescent light in the equipment room was still lit.

The man and the dragon looked at each other and walked towards the
equipment room.

They saw Mo Ran from junior high school. It was probably because of the fact
that he was in the first year of high school, and the poor family didn't provide
him with enough nutrition. So naturally, the child was still not as tall as he
was. He didn't differ much from the image he saw in the noodle shop,

Inky's small body was wrapped in a sack of school uniform, his dirty black hair
hanging down to his cheeks, and his ghostly, unremarkable little head.

The little ghost head, Mo Ran, had his back to them as he sat cross-legged on
the ground, tidying up the badminton balls that his classmates had used up.

"Why is he alone?" "The others won't help?"

Xiao Long flipped through the guide, and frowned: "Well, they just played a
badminton match with the class this afternoon, and they lost miserably …"
The other team members all felt that Inkfire had dragged them down.

"That's why we left him here to organize everyone …"

After he finished reciting, he couldn't help but be speechless. "Wow, this is
too tragic, isn't it?"

As a favored son of heaven, Xue Meng had never experienced this kind of
feeling as a backer, so he was first at a loss. After a long time, he slowly
opened his eyes and finally reacted.

"Holy sh * t!" He said angrily, "What nonsense! You lost the match and you're
looking for trouble with a single person? Are these people's heads caught by
the door?! "

"I admire your grandeur, Little Xue Meng." "But our current task seems to be
to open the main line of the female lead's encounter with the Wookiee Mo
Ran?"

"I admire your ruthlessness, quadrupeds." Xue Meng rolled his eyes. He still
went closer to Xiaolong to study the strategy for this battle.

On this game node, there were a total of three female characters who could
choose to be activated.

"One is Yao Lan, a female senior who is two years older than Mo Ran."

"Then it's almost graduation." The little Candle Dragon shook his head, "No,
there's too much instability."

"You're right." Xue Meng narrowed his eyes and looked at the next person,
"The second is called Rong Yan, this … F * ck? This is the head of the Education
Bureau? "
The little Candle Dragon was stunned. "Mo Ran can actually attack the head
of the Education Bureau?"

"She's 36! He was only 13 years old! This isn't f * * king sister-in-law
relationship, this is aunt's nephew love! "

Amidst their shouts, a large red cross suddenly appeared on the guide,
followed by a row of small, awkward, and shy words:

"Sorry, I made a mistake. This can't be used as a guide."

Little Candle Dragon: "…"

Xue Meng: "So this guide really isn't artificial intelligence, but artificial
intelligence?"

The guide shyly and hurriedly wiped away all the words related to Rong Yan.
Because he wiped them too quickly, he even accidentally wiped off half of Yao
Lan's photo.

"There's only one left." Xue Meng turned the page. "This, Luo Jian."

According to the guide, Luo Jian was the flower that ignited their class. He was
favored by the boys, and he had a gentle personality and high moral
character. He was never beautiful, but he had a kind heart.

"Alright, alright, alright. Then this is it." "If you keep praising me, I'll be
tempted. Perfect wife."
"That's for you." "There are some men with unique tastes who like perverted
and hot ladies. They can't even reach 10 cm tall and 1 cm short. Fiery Flames,
red lips, small leather whips, sunglasses, and military cap, they don't even slap
each other when they're angry, they only slap each other on the left or right."

Xue Meng evaluated, "You're probably talking about the S (ke) M Club's
advanced VIP member."

They didn't know if Mo Ran was such a VIP.

But they happily reached a consensus on the idea that Luo was more likely to
win than Yao Lan.

The guide began.

"Try to keep Mo Ran in the equipment room until six o'clock in the evening,
when the self-study begins." "And ensure that Mo Ran's image at that time
was very miserable."

"What else?"

Xue Meng carefully read the guide three or four times. "No more."

"That's it?" Xiao Long asked in surprise.

"That's it." Xue Meng closed the book.

The dragon looked at the clock on the wall. "It's almost five o'clock. We'll only
drag him out for an hour."
The two of them rolled up their sleeves and did as they were told. Stopping
them would not be easy. They watched Mo Ran, cast a spell as it finally settled
the racquet on the rack, which began to shake and then toppled with an
irrational anti-human movement.

The noise was mixed and the ping-pong volleyball fell to the floor.

Mo Ran: "..."

Looking at the little fellow's black eyes that involuntarily widened, the look in
them when the dogs were injured. Xue Meng and Little Candle Dragon
couldn't help but feel a strong sense of guilt.

However, they still firmly believed that what they did wasn't wrong.

Mo Ran began to hastily rearrange the sports equipment on the floor — his
hands and feet were very agile, and it didn't take long for him to almost put
all of those items back into their original positions, even though he was tired
to the point of perspiration, his moist lips were slightly opened and closed,
and he was even panting a little.

But he had to admit that he truly had talent in organizing things.

Xue Meng was stupefied as he watched Liu Ming use his speed to return the
last ball back into the ball cup and stuffed it into the corner. The cleaning
process only took fifteen minutes.

"..." Xue Meng swallowed his saliva and nudged Xiao Long with his arm.
"Come again."
As a result, Mo Ran helplessly watched as the frame seemed to have been hit
by evil and fell down a second time.

"..."

Next was the third time, the fourth time …

They watched as Ink Flare's tired, weak figure chased the ball across the field,
sweating, his eyes blank and helpless, but still carefully arranged the ball again
and again, checking to see if the four feet of the rack were secure, and
carefully putting the equipment back in place.

However, the ball rack still collapsed at the last moment.

In the end, Mo Ran stood blankly in front of the shelf. His eyes were a bit wet
and wronged — he probably thought of this as a high class joke set up for him
by some classmate to tease him.

He was carrying a basketball, and his small, lonely figure looked miserable and
helpless.

Xue Meng's conscience had already been destroyed to the extreme. He could
not take it anymore. "We look like villains."

The little Candle Dragon covered his green eyes with his fat dragon claws and
shouted, "No! "Only you are a bad guy, I am just a bad dragon."
"… … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … …
……………

Five minutes to six.

Mo Ran was panting again. He was four times taller than he was before, so he
descended the ladder.

This time he stood hesitantly in front of the rack and waited a dozen seconds.

There was no movement.

He didn't fall.

After about ten seconds, he was finally relieved. With heavy steps, he turned
around and was about to leave the equipment room.

However, at a place where he couldn't see, Xue Meng and Xiaolong were
already quarreling.

"You do it!"

"NO!" "It was me just now!"

"I've pushed my limits far more than you have!"

"I don't want it! My conscience can't bear it! I feel like I'm bullying my little
classmate! "

"Then can I make it?!"

Three minutes to six. Seeing that Mo Ran was about to leave and the mission
was about to fail, and that Xue Meng was still able to get out, he clenched his
teeth and hardened his heart. He raised his hand and hit the apparatus shelf.
"Rumble ~ ~ ~ ~"

The shelves were full of things, and even the shelves themselves crashed to
the ground, raising a cloud of dust under the lights. It was more thorough than
ever before.

Whether it was the transparent Xue Meng and Xiao Long, or Little Mo Ran,
who shrank back in fear at the entrance, it was good as well.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

"... But it's finally over six o'clock, isn't it? "

Afterwards, Xiaolong spent a long time comforting Xue Meng's broken heart
as the shelf collapsed.

"Aiya, that wasn't your intention. Look, the heavens are about to descend
upon us …"

Xue Meng was still covering his face with his hands as he squatted beside Mo
Ran, who was chewing on his lips and silently adjusting his tools. "Shut up."

The dragon shut up.

However, not long after, Xue Meng heard its noisy voice. "Hey! "Hey, look —
"

Xue Meng, "Shut up!"

Xiao Long: "Luo Jiexi is here!"

Xue Meng suddenly raised his head, only to see that under the yellow light of
the stadium, Luo Feng's plump and graceful figure appeared in front of the
slightly open door. He pushed open the door, revealing a pair of slender white
legs beneath the pleated skirt of his school uniform.

Holy. Light. Descend. Rumble!

These were the only four words that came to Xue Meng's mind.

His eyes filled with tears. Great! He no longer had to cover his conscience and
push the equipment rack around! Even for this reason, he still wanted to give
Luo Jian ten points!

"Mo Ran?" When he spoke, his voice was sweet and gentle, like a summer
orange flower.

Xue Meng and Little Candle Dragon looked at each other and wept. They both
felt that Mo Ran's gay career was finally saved.

Class Blossom Luo quickly followed the lights to the equipment room. He
leaned his head in carefully, and when he saw that Mo Ran was still busy, he
couldn't help but open his beautiful eyes.

"Sigh... Why is it so chaotic? "

Mo Ran turned his head and saw that it was her. He sighed and said, "It's all
over."
"Teacher told me to call you back for your evening self-study." Luo Lian
walked into the equipment room and looked around, "..." Let me help you.
We should hurry up and go back together after we're done. "

Mo Ran was stunned for a moment before beads of sweat dripped from his
eyelashes into his eyes.

"Thank you," he muttered gratefully.

"What a start." Little Candle Dragon was very touched.

"It's gratifying." Xue Meng sighed with emotion.

The two teenage boys and girls busied themselves helping each other in the
dimly lit small room. The pleated skirts fluttered with their footsteps as the
boys carried volleyball after volleyball, handing it to the beautiful girl who was
standing on the scaffolding and tidying up his equipment.

"Wuwuwu." The little Candle Dragon's eyes filled with tears. "Human love is
so cute."

Xue Meng rarely agreed, probably because he had single-handedly facilitated

it. "Indeed, you are pure and naive, causing me to be moved."

The two classmates climbed up and down, but Xue Meng was too ruthless in
the end. He cleaned up the messy room slower than ever before. Qian Jin had
cleaned up the whole room for over an hour, but he still wasn't done.

Thus, it was time for the gymnasium to close.

When the footsteps of the patrolling student on duty, Inspector Zhou, came
through the door, Xue Meng and Little Candle Dragon were still immersed in
their joy, unable to extricate themselves.

It was only when they turned around that they saw a handsome senior with
Zhou Zhang on his back walking in. He was holding a recording board.

Xue Meng, "..."

Little Candle Dragon: "…"

They found their smiles frozen like sunburned dog droppings, and their
mouths opened in an O of their own accord.

"This is that …" Xue Meng's throat was dry.

Little Candle Dragon shouted, "It's that Chu Wanning!"

Chu WanNing walked into the workshop that was filled with smoke and
miasma. Luckily, he was already so calm at such a young age. When he saw
the house after the tsunami, he could only frown, "What happened?"

Mo Ran turned his head. His eyes were bright and moist from excessive
exercise.

Tidying things up with Luo Jian made him feel relaxed and happy, so naturally
he smiled brightly at the senior he had never met before, the dimples on his
cheeks melting.
"Things have been dumped all over the floor and are being taken care of.
Senior, if you want to close the door, you'll have to wait a bit longer. "

Chu WanNing let out a sigh. Xue Meng and Little Candle Dragon shook their
heads in unison as they put down the recording board and walked into the
small room that originally had only one man and one woman.

Although the senior had a poker face, he was very kind. "Let me help you."

Luo Jian smiled and said, "That would be great. "Thank you senior."

Xiao Long and Xue Meng roared in unison, "Thanks to his head!"

Because Xue Meng's last elbow hit the shelf too hard, the butterfly flapped its
wings and its fate was once again changed.

When they had followed the Destiny Jumper to twenty years later and looked
at the results, they had tragically discovered that Mo Ran, who had become
the president of the university's investment department, was chatting with
the current dean of teaching (which was why the guidebook had
miscalculated; it had confused Director Rong with Director Chu) in the
stadium grandstand.

It was still around six o'clock. The clouds were like the evening in the sea of
red maples.

There was no one in the empty gymnasium. They sat in the stands, with only
two students of the week mopping the floor. The stadium had long since been
expanded and renovated, several times the size of when they were in school.
They were on one side and the cleaning student on the other, too far away to
be anything but two faceless shadows.

"Where's Luo Jian?" Little Candle Dragon didn't give up and asked while
holding onto a strand of hope.

Xue Meng chose to remain silent.

This was because he saw Mr. Mo holding Shizun Chu's hand in an

unremarkable manner.

Later on, when no one was looking, Mo Ran went over and kissed Chu
Wanning's cheek.

Damn.

… …. Again!

This father doesn't believe that there's no hope!

Once again, they used the Jumper to reach a turning point in the game.

"Where is it this time?"

the little Candle Dragon asked impatiently, still unable to stand.

Xue Meng was just as angry and unwilling as it was. He quickly looked around
and made an accurate judgement, "It seems to be a bit early, I think this node
has just entered kindergarten. I'm afraid that even the gender awareness
hasn't been clearly divided. This is a good opportunity to change the outcome
of the game."

"... So where are we? "

Xue Meng raised his hand and pointed to the left three o'clock direction. He
accurately read the young, round words on the entrance door. "I'm teasing
you to play in the children's theme park."

Little Candle Dragon rubbed his hands together, his entire body seemed to be
enveloped in a golden light, his eyes blazing with fire: "Good! The amusement
park is where the sweet little girls gather. This time, we must give Mo Ran a
perfect guide, and definitely cannot fail! "

However, Xue Meng was not as impulsive as before. In the first two failures,
he had managed to gain some experience, so before the construction began,
he narrowed his eyes and pondered for a long time before raising his head.

"I'm thinking, should we switch to a different strategy this time?"

"Huh?" The little Candle Dragon's beard rose, "What do you mean?"

Xue Meng said, "Previously, we had all failed on Chu Wanning's appearance.
I have a bad feeling. Even though we still triggered the female lead line this
time, the branch line of Chu Wanning will still be triggered at some point in
time. He seems to have a special affinity with Mo Ran, just like the bug in this
game. "

Xiao Long waved his tail unhappily. "How is this fate? It's just like buying a
one-off shampoo in a supermarket."
"That's right." Xue Meng said, "Imagine, if we were to painstakingly follow the
strategy and attract a pretty girl, but because of certain reasons, Chu
WanNing 'coincidentally' passed by once again..."

Xiao Long only thought about it for a second before letting out a heart-
wrenching shriek, "Then it's all f * cking over!"

Xue Meng slapped his thigh. "That's right! It's all fuckin 'over! "

"So what do we do?"

As a bookworm who had the courage to discard books and create new games,
Xue Meng spoke hesitantly, "So I think, this time we must not only trigger the
female lead, but also prevent the descent of this NPC, Chu Wanning!"

The little dragon immediately began to clap his hands in a very polite manner.
After a while, it discovered that it was still somewhat confused, so it stretched
out its little claws and tried to scratch its head. It was a pity that its claws were
too short to scratch its head.

Xue Meng glanced at it and extended his hand in a benevolent manner to help
scratch its head.

The soothed little Candle Dragon snorted happily and asked, "Your plan is not
bad, but there's a problem. We're not programmers, so we don't know if or
when Chu WanNing will appear."

"I've thought about that for a long time." Xue Meng grinned, "This time, we
will do nothing and let Mo Ran move freely. We will see under what
circumstances he will meet Chu Wanning, if not, it's best if we can't meet him.
If there's any possibility of them meeting each other, we will have to be
extremely careful, and try our best to avoid this kind of situation."

The little dragon was probably very comfortable under Xue Meng's massage,
or perhaps it was really enjoying this idea, or perhaps it was both.

In the end, it smacked its lips and sincerely praised, "You're right, you're too
outstanding."

Thus, the two young friends happily came to a consensus.

They decided to wait and see how they met in the amusement park.
316. The Only Possibility (Turnaround) IV

"Selling ice cream, chocolate ice cream, vanilla flavored ice cream, and various
flavors of sand ice, come and take a look ~ ~"

The slightly plump young girl wore the ears of a rabbit in the theme park. He
held up the signboard written on the small wooden board, smiling as he went
about his business.

He was supposed to be a student who worked during the summer vacation,

with a lively aura of green onions dancing between his eyebrows, his face
flushed from the sun, and his lips moist and full like the syrupy cherries on a
cheesecake, even though there were one or two acne spots on his forehead.

He was still very pretty and cute.

A group of primary school students wearing yellow kindergarten hats

surrounded her, chirping like little sparrows.

"Auntie!" A strawberry-flavored ice cream! "

"I came first! I want three! "

"Sister, can I touch your rabbit ears?"

The rabbit girl maintained a bright smile on everyone, but Xue Meng noticed
that he gave each of his older sister's children a spoonful of creamy ice cream
and gave it to them first. And those who called his Auntie waited for a long
time,
The ice cream ball was obviously smaller.

Xue Meng and Little Candle Dragon watched from not far away. Little Candle
Dragon subconsciously licked his noble dragon lips, "I also want some ice
cream. I want two balls, a cup of tea, and a chocolate bar."

"Don't even think about it, I won't buy it for you." "And this is a game. They
can't see us, and we can't eat the ice cream here, understand?"

Xiao Long rolled his eyes, trying his best to maintain the dragon's might in
front of the ice cream. "I was just saying it."

Xue Meng ignored it. While searching and observing in the crowd, he said,
"Looks like it's a spring vacation organized by a kindergarten. Find out where
the ink is burning. "

They found it quickly.

Mo Ran's family was not in a good situation, and he didn't care about his looks
when he was young, so he didn't have any good companions. Of course he
wouldn't be crowding around the ice cream truck like the other children in
the kindergarten, spending enough money for a week's worth of cheap
breakfast to buy the clump of frozen cream that would soon melt.

Sitting alone in the shade of a tree, he stared unblinkingly at his classmates.

He subconsciously licked his lips in anticipation and bit down on them.

His movements were exactly the same as the little Candle Dragon who
wanted to eat ice cream.
"... "Pfft." Xue Meng couldn't help but laugh.

The little Candle Dragon felt his face turn red, and he said angrily: "What are
you laughing at? You are not allowed to laugh! "

Mo Ran had no ice cream, no friends, and very few snacks in his bag.

He sat alone under the big tree, and at noon he ate a piece of dry bread, and
then he dumped the crumbs on the ground by the roots and watched the ants
line up and share his pitiful food.

"Don't be hasty, don't be hasty. Everyone has a share." He murmured under

his breath and held his knees as he looked intently at the ants. He must have
been so bored that he even gave them names.

"Liang Zhaowei, if you move this piece too far, you won't be able to move it.
Would you like a smaller one? "

"Guo Degang, you should be modest. That piece of bread was obviously
chosen by Lin Zhiying first. You can't bully the weak with your strength …"
"Oh, that's not right. Actually, the two of you are the same age …"

The excitement around him didn't have much to do with him. Xue Meng and
Xiao Long, the two transparent fellows, were sitting on his left and right sides.
However, they gave off the feeling that there were not just two invisible
creatures under the tree, but three.

Whether it was the other children, or the teachers, it was as if he did not exist.
But what was rare was that Mo Ran did not feel depressed or gloomy because
of this. Instead, he and his ant friend had a good time together.
When Mo Ran went to kindergarten, he was obviously addicted to the "Still
Pig Geiger", a melodramatic love court drama about how you're crazy and
stupid. He muttered:

"Little Swallow, you don't have to fight with your sisters for food. I have bread.
"

"Sigh, Ziwei, you've taken the wrong path … The Ant Hole is here... "

It was probably because his attentive look had aroused the curiosity of others
that the fattiest little fatty in the kindergarten walked towards him
aggressively while shaking the two lumps of soft flesh on his cheek.

Hearing that Mo Ran was instructing the "Purple Wei" on how to walk, the
little fatty widened his eyes. "What are you doing?" Who are you talking to?
"

Mo Ran hurriedly stopped him. "Don't go any further. You're about to step
onto my Forbidden City."

Little Fatso: "?"

Mo Ran pointed at the ants and introduced them to the little fatty with a
smile, "Look, this is Liang Zhaowei, this is Guo Degang, this is Lin Zhiying, this
is Su You Bo, and that one with the bulging nostrils, that's Er Kang …"

Little Fatso said worriedly, "... Have you got a fever? Ants have no nostrils. "
"No, I'm fine." Mo Ran said patiently, "The ants have nostrils, you can see
them just by looking at them. Also, look at that red one, it's only Lin Xingru. "

Little Fatso said in a trembling voice, "... "Then who are you?"

Mo Ran seriously thought for a moment, then firmly said, "I am Huang Ama."

Xue Meng and Little Candle Dragon were laughing hard at the side. Xue Meng
hooked his transparent arm around the little guy, so happy that tears were
almost flowing out of his eyes, "I'm really going to fall in love with this
treasure. After I finish my work, I will definitely go to the real world to find
Mo Ran and kowtow to him! Hahahaha!"

Little Candle Dragon was also laughing so hard that he started to stutter.
"Then you're the prince! You're the emperor's sworn brother! Hahahaha!"

Unfortunately, the little fatty could not feel the interest in Ink Flames at all.
He treated Ink Flames like a lunatic, and after glancing at him in horror, he
turned around and ran away, like a beefy tank that weighed less than one
meter but weighed almost eighty pounds. As he ran, he tripped over a stone.

After a while, Mo Ran suddenly had the idea of building a park for the ants.

Xue Meng sat to the side and watched the little guy use the branches as a
bridge and the leaves as a parasol. He even used the rocks to build a small
defensive fence. However, he still felt that he was lacking in beauty. He dug a
small hole that was neither too deep nor too shallow, then patted his gray
hands together before turning around and walking towards the stream in the
depths of the forest.
"What's he going to do?" the little Candle Dragon asked as he studied the Ant
Park that was being built by Mo Ran.

Xue Meng stared at the hole. "I think he might be trying to create an artificial
lake for the ants."

"... Didn't he know that water would seep into the ground? "

This time, it was Xue Meng's turn to roll his eyes. "Big Brother, he's only in
kindergarten. He can't have more than six years old."

As the dragon and the human muttered, Xue Meng suddenly caught a glimpse
of a child walking on a small stone path nearby. He was startled at first, but
then his face turned pale with fright. He used his elbow and hit the little
Candle Dragon frantically: "Quick! Look at the time! "What time and how
many seconds is it now?"

The little Candle Dragon was knocked down, baring his teeth in anger: "What
are you doing?! If you have something to say, then say it, don't touch them! "

"Quick, quick, quick!" But Xue Meng's expression was the same as if he had
run into a ghost, "Hurry and time it!" The boss is here! "

"Bo …" "What do you mean 'bo' …" Before the little Candle Dragon could say
"ss", he suddenly choked when he followed Xue Meng's line of sight, "Ah!"
"Oh my god!"

They frantically began to search themselves for watches or other timekeeping

tools.
The little Candle Dragon cried out, "Chu Wanning is really in this park?!"

"Didn't you say they were buying one-one-one-one shampoo? What's so

strange about that! " Unable to find his watch or cell phone, Xue Meng was in
a frenzy.

"I take it back!" Little Candle Dragon shouted: "They are not buying a one-to-
one shampoo. That thing can still be taken apart when we get home! They are
Oreo's sandwich and biscuit slices!"

No matter what they were, when Chu WanNing passed by the trees, he was
attracted by the tree branches, rocks, dead leaves, and the unfinished pit.

He stared blankly for a moment, then slowly walked to the empty tree. The
shadow of the tree gently fell on his fair skin. He lowered his head and silently
looked at the "Ant Park", then raised his head and looked left and right.

There was no one around. It seemed like a deserted project.

Chu WanNing hesitated for a moment, then in a delicate white shirt and light
blue suspenders, he stepped into the dirty pit with soft Italian leather shoes,
under the silent protest of Xue Meng and the little Candle Dragon, he started
to play with the "architectural ruins" left behind by Mo Ran.

"... "We're finished." Xue Meng said.

"It's all f * cking over." said the little Candle Dragon.

"Chu WanNing's main line is about to be triggered again." The two of them
spoke in unison.
Sure enough, when Mo Ran returned with a bottle of stream water in a plastic
bottle, he was surprised to find that an unexpected guest had appeared next
to his "park."

"Don't move!"

Chu WanNing was startled when he was a child. He stood up and stared with
his feline eyes at the dirty child running towards her.

"... "I'm not..." Chu WanNing was holding onto a branch with one hand. He
felt a little awkward. He looked down at the park, then looked up at the child,
"I just..."

The dirty child anxiously and nervously stood in front of his Ant Park. "This is
not a violation of the rules …"

Chu WanNing: "..."

The dirty child then said, "I can't tear it apart."

Chu WanNing: "... I don't intend to tear it apart either. "

"?"

"I think it's pretty good." Chu WanNing asked tentatively, "Can I play with
you?"

Thus, the two children somehow ended up playing together.

Both of them thought it was a good idea to rebuild the wall made of stone by
Mo Ran. Thus, they looked for suitable branches in the pile of fallen leaves,
and Mo Ran was responsible for cutting them into the soft soil at the same
distance.

Together they rebuilt the walls, placed plastic bags in the dug holes, and
poured water into the streams to create artificial lakes.

Chu WanNing picked up a few pieces of Begonia petals from somewhere and
sprinkled them on the surface of the "lake". They even placed two ants on the
petals to let them experience the faint fragrance of the boat.

When Mo Ran was being used, it was quite powerful. The mud that was
brought out splashed on Chu WanNing's expensive clothes. Chu WanNing did
not mind at all. He shared a common interest and beauty with this dirty child
they had just met. They were having fun, ignoring the clothes, the mud on his
hands and the sweat on his face.

There were only two pairs of eyes as bright as stars. There were also two pairs
of small hands making a dreamlike Ant Paradise.

The sun was setting.

The children in the kindergarten had to return to their own teams, but Chu
WanNing and his father had come together, so there was still plenty of time.

"Help me finish the tower." Mo Ran reluctantly told his little friend before he
got on the bus.
Chu WanNing's expressionless face broke into a smile, "Okay." When I finish,
I'll ask my dad to come over and take pictures. "

"Next time, show it to me when you have the chance."

"Hmm, I'll show it to you next time I get a chance."

Mo Ran was stunned for a moment. Then, as if he had suddenly thought of

something, he turned pale and said, "Ah! We've been playing for so long, but
I still haven't asked you for your name! "

Chu WanNing was also stunned for a moment, and then his face brightened
up, his expression became even brighter, "It's really … "I forgot about it too..."

Mo Ran laughed heartily. "I keep having the feeling that we've known each
other for a long time."

Chu WanNing pursed his lips but did not say anything. However, his eyes were
full of smiles.

"My name is Inkfish. I work in the Drunken Fish kindergarten." Mo Ran

thought for a moment and imitated the TV show. He stretched out his muddy
hands like a small adult, but quickly retracted them and wiped them on his
clothes. Then, he passed his hands to Chu WanNing, "It's a pleasure to meet
you."

Chu WanNing didn't turn his back or hesitate. He held onto his partner's
muddy paws, which could not be wiped clean even if he used them. His black
hair fluttered in the wind, "It's a pleasure to meet you. "My name is Chu
WanNing."
"... "I suddenly felt it." At the side, little Candle Dragon silently ridiculed, "...
They're doing fine. "

"... "Don't say it." Xue Meng's head was aching. "I think I've been moved …"

The little Candle Dragon anxiously shouted, "We can't be moved, we can't be
brainwashed! We have to contribute to genetic engineering! "

"You're right!" Xue Meng looked like he just woke up from a dream and said
sternly, "I've recorded the approximate time and route of Chu WanNing's
appearance. Please reopen this round's strategy. If we are prepared, we will
definitely be able to prevent him from triggering his main line!"
317. The Only Possibility (currently referred to as
Mischief), V

The plan this time was a success.

Xue Meng used facts to prove that there was no such thing as an
indestructible Cp. There were only players who didn't try hard to break it. In
this game called "Mo Ran Is Not gay," which he had secretly dubbed himself,

Player Xue Meng fully displayed his intelligence and successfully separated
the two men.

He and Xiaolong looked through the guide, chose the female lead, made
plans, and split up. One man and one dragon moved separately, one person
kept a close eye on Little Mo Ran in the northern part of the park, and one
dragon kept a close eye on Little Chu in the southern part of the park.

When Mo Ran got on the school bus and left, he did not even see Chu
WanNing's sleeves.

It was exciting.

"We did it!"

"We let Mo Ran establish a friendship with a girl!"

"They will soon be best friends!"

"When puberty comes, they will secretly be together behind their parents'
backs!"

"After school, I'm wearing my school uniform and secretly dating!"

"They would hide a box of sweet and greasy chocolates in each other's school
bag!"

"He would carry his on his back in the torrential downpour so that his pink
leather shoes wouldn't get wet!"

Xue Meng raised his head and laughed loudly. "Pink leather shoes are a bit
exaggerated." He paused for a moment, then continued with sparkling eyes,
"But it's a good idea to carry your girlfriend home in the torrential rain …" Mo
Ran from high school was around a meter or so long? "

The little Candle Dragon flipped through the guide, "From 1.86 to 1.89, look
at his luck. In short, he'll be at this range."

"Tsk, that really is …" Xue Meng revealed a subtle expression, as if he was
somewhat envious, but at the same time trying his best to keep it taut. This
caused his expression to become as painful as if he was suffering from a
toothache. He pursed his lips, not intending to continue this unpleasant topic.

He did not want the little Candle Dragon to notice that he was still wearing
the inner garment.

"Anyway, their love affair will go smoothly." Xue Meng concluded, even
somewhat paranoid, "It must go smoothly. "Otherwise, I won't be able to
compare myself to Jiang Xi."
In order to ensure that Mo Ran and the girl's emotions were stable and
undisturbed, Xue Meng and the others prepared to continue observing for a
while — of course, in this game, the speed of time could be adjusted. They
only needed to state the date in the guide.

"We want to see the first date between Mo Ran and the girl." Little Candle
Dragon said.

Xue Meng also added, "Alone, there aren't any third parties. Although their
age can't be called dating, with your intelligence, you should be able to
understand what we mean."

It was as if he had forgotten who had called this guide an "artificial mental
retardation."

"Just playing together, doing homework together, doing other things

together, playing house, etc." He thought about it, then added, "Anything like
that."

For the sake of what was known as the shame of artificial mental retardation,
the guide accurately set aside the time for a week and three days.

It was one night, they were downstairs in a neighborhood, and from the warm
yellow light coming from the windows of many homes, the housewives in the
kitchens, the shouts of small children and the faint voice of the anchorman in
the newsreel, they could tell it was about seven o'clock.

Xue Meng and Little Candle Dragon waited for a while, but Mo Ran appeared.
Just as he had expected, he was carrying a small bag on his back and carrying
a lunch box with the words' pirated cartoon of Vi Nibear 'on it. Vi Nii's nose
was frayed, which made the originally unsightly pirated bear look even more
hideous and ridiculous.

However, all the malevolence and ridicule could be covered by the girl beside
him who was happily chattering away.

"My family lives on the second floor. My father went on a business trip, but
my mother is home. Don't be afraid, she's a good person." "Yesterday I told
his that you were coming to play, and he told me that tonight he will have
fried egg yolks and chicken wings, as well as the cheesecake cake with cheese
that is sold in the pastry shop at the entrance. Do you like cheesecake? "

"I …" As Mo Ran mumbled, Xue Meng noticed that his old tennis shoes had
already taken off their glue. "I've never eaten this kind of thing before."

The girl didn't laugh at him. He was just stunned for a moment before he
laughed heartily, "You will like it. If you don't like it, then give it all to me. But
don't tell my mom. She's worried that I'll become a fatty if I eat it like this."

Under the street lamp, Mo Ran lowered his head and kicked at the small
stones and dirt by the roadside with his degummed sneakers. He was truly
courting death by doing so. His originally pitiful looking sneakers became even
more unsightly.

"You can't eat fat." After a while, Little Ink finally let out a muffled grunt.

"What did you say?" The girl didn't hear clearly.

"... I said you can't eat fat. " Even though the light was dim, Xue Meng still
noticed that the little guy's face seemed to be a little red. "If you like it, I'll
give you the cake in secret."

He bit his lip and turned his face away awkwardly, so that even the dull little
candlestick noticed that his ears were red. "I won't tell your mother."

The little Candle Dragon jumped up and down around the two of them,
screaming, "Ah! I love this little girl so much! "

"I love his too." Xue Meng laughed, "Like I said, there are so many sweet and
good girls in this world, how can there be a gay man made of steel. "Look, at
this rate, we should be able to complete the mission very soon."

"I can't wait to go to their wedding — no, to see their children." The little
Candle Dragon looked like his blood was boiling. Sometimes, it was as if he
would fly into the sky and sometimes sink into the earth.

"What does it matter if I'm single or not?" "As long as my CPS can get married,
what does it matter if I'm single for a hundred years?"

They followed Mo Ran and the little girl upstairs.

They watched the two kids eat dinner together, share a piece of after-dinner
cream cake, watch TV together, and do their homework together.

Ah, what a pleasant Bamboo Horse friendship.

I can't f * cking fall in love, my girlfriend has to be nurtured from the era of
the red scarf, otherwise when I graduate from university and don't even have
a girl to chat with in my contact list, will I have to go to gay?

At eight-thirty, a man and a dragon bid farewell to the girl and the girl's
mother with satisfaction, and Little Inky walked briskly to catch the last bus.
The two of them followed, beaming with joy.

After that, he came to the girl's house a few more times, but too often, for
fear of leaving a bad impression on his parents, so on those occasions he went
around to the back of the building and used a few of the less pointed pebbles
to knock lightly on the window of the girl's bedroom.

"The restless youth has been brought forward." Xue Meng crossed his arms
and commented, but his expression was very excited.

"I feel like this guide is foolproof."

However, a little Candle Dragon shouldn't be called a little Candle Dragon. The
Black Crow's beak was probably a more suitable name for it.

Just as it said the word "absolutely", the force in Mo Ran's hand shifted. The
stone did not hit the girl's window, but slammed the glass door of the
neighboring room.

The two staff members of the Cultivation Bureau who had not realized that
their fate was about to change were still feeling complacent. "Mo Ran is really
an active and enthusiastic child."

"And romantic."
"In the future, they will become boyfriend and girlfriend. This is a very good
memory."

Suddenly, the sound of a fan opening and closing came from the window next
door. Then, a voice that clearly carried impatience and sleepiness rang out, as
if nitrogen had instantly frozen the water, and with a splash, it splashed onto
Xue Meng's little Candle Dragon.

"Don't you think it's too late for a prank?"

It was even a familiar formula … No, it was a familiar voice. It was still a
familiar tone.

Xue Meng and Little Candle Dragon looked as if they had met a ghost. They
swallowed their saliva and then shakily turned their heads to look …

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Each scream sounded more tragic than the previous one, as though the death
knell had rung for the end of the world.

They both looked at each other and wailed, "What the f * ck?! "Why is Chu
WanNing living next door to that lady?"

He wasn't willing to accept this.

How could he be willing! How could he allow fate to fearlessly extend its
Demon Claw to slap them! How can you let the motherland's trumpet flower
become a gay, gay, angry dahlia!

"At least this time, they didn't meet happily." Xue Meng tried to point out the
crux of the matter, even though he was not confident.

"Yes." The little Candle Dragon also tried to unearth various possibilities of
the development of the situation. "This kind of unpleasant meeting for the
first time should also lead to the fact that they wouldn't be able to get along
amicably."

"I feel like we can save him this time."

"I think so too. Let's at least look at the situation for a year before deciding."

Once again, they came to a consensus. Using the guide, they arrived at a
certain night a year later.

It was still this district, and it was still night time.

Even the position where Mo Ran was standing did not change. He was still
standing under the street lamp, which was not very bright and was
occasionally flickering due to the unstable voltage.

Even Mo Ran was using small pebbles to lightly smash against the window
that had a glassy sheen in the moonlight.
… …. However, he did not smash the window of the girl, but the window of
the bedroom next to Chu WanNing's.

"... Tell me it's a coincidence. " "Tell me that his hands were only trembling,
and that he did not manage to land steadily, and that he missed again."

Xue Meng was still rather rational. He did not say anything, and his face was
ashen.

One smash was an accident, ten smash errors was true love.

No one would make a mistake ten times in a row, so Mo Ran knocked on Chu
WanNing's window. The person he wanted to meet was his little brother, Chu
WanNing.

What a f * cking ghost!

The window opened and the summer night breeze carried the fragrance of
the magnolia orchids into the room. Chu WanNing was wearing a white child's
fur pajamas, but despite his impatience and sleepiness, he still moved a stool
over and stood on tiptoe to look down.

"Why are you here again?" Chu WanNing leaned against the window and
yawned. His voice was not soft, as he lazily said to Mo Ran, "Didn't we just
finish playing together this afternoon?"

Ink Flames remained silent under the street lamp, smiling and waving at him.
He folded up several paper planes and flew towards him. Finally, one of them
flew into his room.
Chu WanNing opened the paper airplane. There was a crayon drawing on top
of it, with a white cat and a little dog on top. There was also a line of words
written in milky yellow color.

I forgot to say good night.

I wish you a good dream. We'll go to the swimming pool tomorrow and play.

Call our good friend Ling'er, if he means "you" (I haven't learned how to write
that word).

ink combustion

"So." The little Candle Dragon almost twitched, "In the end, he and Chu
WanNing became 'us', and that cute girl next door became 'us' friends."

Xue Meng was silent for a moment.

He actually wanted to find some polite and reserved sentences in the corners
of his brain to express his disappointment. Even Tang Shi Song's lyrics and
song, the opera from Europe, was enough to give him goosebumps.

But no.

He finally managed to squeeze out the curse that had been burning his blood.

"Damned motherf * cker, fuck you, second uncle."

"... "You should change your words one last time."

"Never mind my words! "I'm so angry right now!"

"No." "I just wanted to remind you that if you're going to fuck his two lords,
then you're a gay too."

"..."

"Grandfather-grandson relationship."
318. The Only Possibility (Now turn to prank) End

After trying to change many different branches of fate, Xue Meng and Little
Candle Dragon finally realized one thing:

Even though Mo Ran might not be gay, but in his long life, he would definitely
meet a person called Chu WanNing and fall in love with him.

"So, rather than wasting our time to introduce his to Mo Fen, it would be
better to just kill Chu Wanning." The little Candle Dragon gave a satisfactory
summary of the mission.

"Or we could just change Chu WanNing's personality." Xue Meng added.

"Or Mo Ran."

"No matter how much this game is played or how many female characters
you can choose, Mo Ran will still end up with Chu Wanning in the end."

Facing the chorus of these two cultivators, Chief Jiang Xi's face was somewhat
gloomy. He had one hand on the side of his face,

He flipped through the thick stack of task reports in front of him. It listed all
the female lead's strategy, and without exception, all of them ended up
married to Chu WanNing.

"I used to think it was a romantic game." Xue Meng's expression was not any
better than Jiang Xi's, "I didn't expect this to be an early and boring RPG single-
outcome game. Bureau Chief Jiang, have you ever played the Immortal Sword
Sect's Legend? Year 98 … or in the year 01, I don't remember,
In short, even that computer game of the last century will have Lin Yueru's
hidden ending. "

As he spoke, he bit his lower lip in frustration, "I feel that the life of Mo Ran is
inferior to the life of Immortal Sword 1 from 98 years ago. He didn't even have
a hidden ending. "

The young man crossed his arms in front of Bureau Chief Jiang's desk,
complaining nonstop. Bureau Chief Jiang, on the other hand, didn't say
anything.

"Actually, it doesn't have to be limited to the life of Mo Ran." Finally, Jiang Xi

raised his thin eyelids. "Have you tried his other reincarnation threads?"

"Why haven't I tried it?" "The line of the Republic. Future lines … He tried
everything that he could. Turn a few pages back. "

As expected, the latter half of the report still had the main strategy attached
to the other paths of Samsara.

"The Republic Line is the most despairing." "We imitated a time back in the
Republic of China. Mo Ran was the Young Master of a big family, so when he
was young, his father had arranged for him to marry a young lady from the
same village. He was only waiting for his to marry him once he was old
enough."

Jiang Xi said, "Oh?" Isn't that good? "

Little Candle Dragon didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "What's good?
Before the girl could grow up, Mo Ran ran away from home to join the
National People's Party and announced that he wanted to be free and not
arrange a marriage. "

"... "And then?"

"And then there was the war, the war against the pirates and the civil war.
During the Civil War he was sent as a spy against his family. " Xue Meng let
out a sigh. After finishing his sentence, he helped Jiang Xi turn the thick task
book to the front page of the Republic of China line. "Look here, look at this
photo. This brat dressed in a sheepskin cloth, looking very decent. He did not
even reveal a little bit of the warlord's tail. Right? So everything was fine. "

Jiang Xi had almost known what would happen in the future. He was not the
least bit surprised and asked lightly, "So, how did Chu Wanning appear this
time?"

"Don't mention it." Xue Meng waved his hand in annoyance, "He is the
company commander of the company that Mo Ran is working undercover.
Once, in an ambush, Mo Ran had been shot, and he was bleeding profusely.
It was Company Leader Chu who carried this National Party spy back to the
safety of the trenches from the mountains of corpses and the seas of blood.
"

"..."

The little Candle Dragon continued, "In order to save this guy, Chu WanNing
almost lost his life."
Jiang Xi sighed, "After Mo Ran woke up, he betrayed the National Committee
and became a spy. He was now on Chu WanNing's side."

He did not even use any words of doubt. It was as if he had clearly seen the
transformation of the burning ink through the years and the smoke, the skin
and the brain.

"Right." Xue Meng rolled his eyes. "They fell in love again. They turned down
the good women who had been so enthusiastic about the organization. They
had fought side by side, lying in a trench and looking at the stars with guns.
After liberation, they lived in a compound and became two 'bachelors' who
had bewitched thousands of young girls. These two 'bachelors' would pack
dumplings together, ride the Phoenix bike together on excursions, go to the
Shadow Tower together to take colourful photos, and go to a department
store together to say that a bag of malt candy was in a brown envelope for
eating. "

One after another, the sweet and trivial old stories were narrated in rapid
succession by Xue Meng. Even though he spoke so quickly and the past
flashed past his eyes like a meteor, Jiang Xi was still easily able to imagine
those scenes.

Pale green smoke, dirty and damaged military uniform.

In the trenches of blood and mud, two young men lay together for the night.
Their black eyes were winged lashes, which shone with the starlight of the
wilderness. Far away, soldiers were playing harmonica, which drifted around
them and died in the mist of the twilight.
Tonight, there was no war, only a little smoke in the fog telling of the turmoil
of time.

There were also two youths with dark green stubble on their jaws that had
not been shaved off in time.

"Later on, they were seventy or eighty." Xue Meng said dryly. After the sour
smell of their relationship, his speech slowed down, "Later on, even the
calamity that began in six or six years was unable to separate the two
stubborn old fellows."

He finished.

The sour smell of love permeates to the dead, in fact, death can not turn it
over.

Jiang Xi didn't speak for a long time. Finally, he stopped reading the report.
He closed the report and felt a headache coming on. He raised his hand and
pressed his sunspot.

It was said that couples were like birds in the forest, each flying in their own
direction in the face of a great calamity.

Jiang Xi didn't know how much of a possibility it would be if he forced Mo Ran

to give up the job as a girl.

Or maybe Inkburn wasn't a gay?

Perhaps it was only in his life and in his fate, he could never miss a person
called Chu Wanning. That was all.
After work, the people from the Cultivation Bureau left the office building one
after another on the background music of "Home", which was played by the
former Chief of the Nangong family.

Some of them lived in the cultivation world for a long time, so they could ride
their swords home without worry. Others were used to blending in with the
mortal world and living together with the people who no longer believed in
ghosts and immortals. These people had to hide their extraordinary abilities.

"I don't think there's any end to this." Jiang Xi stood in front of the French
windows with his back to Xue Meng and Little Candle Dragon, watching the
traffic below.

Finally he said, "Never mind."

Xue Meng couldn't comprehend it for a while, so he asked, "Hm?" He made a

sound.

Jiang Xi crossed his arms and turned his head to look at him. "I mean, your
mission is over."

No matter how he looked at it, there was only one conclusion to the game.

Before the cultivation world had developed a new method, there was no need
to test it again and again.

"Let's go home."

This was Xue Meng's first mission failure.

Although he knew that it wasn't his fault, he still felt somewhat uneasy upon
hearing Jiang Xi's words.

He subconsciously ground the carpet with the toe of his shoe. After a
moment's hesitation, he said, "I still have a problem."

At this moment, Jiang Xi had already turned around. He leaned against the
spotless window and raised his eyelashes slightly. "Go ahead."

Xue Meng took a deep breath. "When I saw him in the simulator, I thought he
should be around my age."

"So?"

"... So why don't we just find him and ask him if he's willing to cooperate? "

Jiang Xi went silent for a moment, and then sneered, "Gene experiments are
very dangerous." In this world, do you think that it is the same as the world
you studied in history, the still chaotic and ignorant world of cultivators?
We're not going to do this sort of thing with any free man. "

"..."

"Even if that person is the Sphenoid Beauty Seat." Jiang Xi said, "Child, wake
up. The era of cannibalism is long gone. "

Under the cold and white light of the bureau chief's office, Xue Meng's face
seemed somewhat red.
He muttered, ". I didn't mean that... I just. "I just don't know …"

Jiang Xi started to pack up the documents. During the process, the new
director looked up at him again, "I know you don't mean that. But I have to
remind you, no matter who your dad is — kid, no matter how good you've
been at school, no matter how many scholarships you've taken, no matter if
you have a baby trophy that your mom wiped shiny in the bookcase for
display. "

Xue Meng's face became redder and redder. Previously, he was embarrassed,
but now he was angry.

"I don't care how well you did with Chief Nangong, how many seals you
sealed, and how many works you reviewed."

Jiang Xi ignored his anger. He locked the file in a drawer, lifted his slender
fingers, and adjusted his dark green silk tie. "You still have a lot to learn from
me," he concluded.

After the domineering bureau chief finished speaking, he moved his long legs
and lightly brushed past Xue Meng.

Xue Meng trembled with anger and finally couldn't hold back and exploded,
"Jiang Xi!"

Jiang Xi only stopped in front of the office door for a moment before he
turned around and pursed his lips at the young man. "Remember to turn off
the lights."

"..."
It was now around 7 PM.

The last light in the Bureau of Cultivation building went out.

There was no war and no huge project to be worked on. No one would work
overtime. People have their own place to go back to.

To meet a friend, to date a lover. His wife and husband were curled up on the
sofa, eating popcorn and watching the flickering blue light on the TV screen.
The tall young man wrapped his apron around himself and helped his parents
prepare dinner.

They all had places to go.

Although Jiang Xi was a bastard, he was right. Although no world was perfect
and no era was spotlessly clean, but they were living in a world where
everything was much better than before. It had been far, far too long since
the turbulent years of order being overturned and rebuilt.

Many stories and names had faded and disappeared in the long river. It was
so long that countless souls emerged in the air, experiencing the cycle of life
and death over and over again.

Long enough that you were no longer the you of the past, and I was no longer
the me of the past.

But we were still together.

Fanghua will grow old, flesh and bone will rot, life will lose to time. However,
those who entangle themselves with their souls will always be given new flesh
and blood by time. Those persistence that have not been diluted by the cycle
of reincarnation, will always in the endless floating life, get the hug of the
lover again and again.

Life after life.

Xue Meng bid farewell to Little Candle Dragon and walked out of the building.

The sky was gray with thick leaden clouds. He saw tiny snowflakes drifting
down from the night sky, scattering onto this golden and dazzling world.

Without his umbrella, he turned up his collar and hurried to the nearest
station, the white mist drifting with his breath by his nose and mouth.

Beside him, in this city shrouded in the sky, in this world, there were countless
fates intertwined — —

The old man from Shizun Li's raw frying shop was calculating the income of
the day, this old man was doing good business, and getting more and more
attention. He smiled as he counted the money, intending to buy the book he
had liked for a long time from the bookstore on the day of rest.

His daughter was only a few hours away from his twenty-sixth birthday,
having just graduated from the University of Agricultural and Forestry, and
was taking a taxi downtown to spend his twenty-sixth birthday in a nightclub
— he didn't know that at the party his best friend was giving her, he would
meet his big brother, whom he had known for so many years, and he didn't
know that he was going to have the love he was meant to have.
The casino was brightly lit. Lady Sun, who wore bright colored fingernails,
giggled as he watched the guests spend a fortune on her. It was really good
to have money.

The girl surnamed Ye and his fiancé were sitting in the wedding shop. They
had been seriously arguing for half an hour about the position of a pearl on
the dress, as if the most deadly thing in the world was this pearl. As long as
this pearl was completed, all the headache-inducing problems would be easily
solved. What a wretched couple, the pearl on the wedding dress was their
only worry.

Shouldn't they be looking at the other two people three blocks away?

They were not an illusion from the simulator, a game, or Xue Meng's quest.

But it was obvious, and without any suspense, that they would still be
together for the rest of their lives.

But at this very moment, they were quarrelling over some trivial matter. The
cause of the incident was that Mo Ran wanted to go to the cinema to see a
romantic movie starring Xun Feng as a popular movie star, but Chu would
rather choose an action movie starring Zhen Zhenming.

"Can't you watch some hot-blooded male movies?" At that time, Chu
WanNing had narrowed his eyes and stared dangerously at his handsome
boyfriend who was half a head taller than her, but his momentum hadn't lost
out at all.
If it weren't for his long eyelashes that looked like the stamen of a flower
under the street lamp, he would look even more ferocious.

"Every time you enter a movie, you either choose a funny movie or a love
movie. Listen to this name." Chu WanNing gritted his teeth and said, "Erha
and his Shizun White Cat — are you a retard? This is an animated cartoon
right? Could the poster also have printed 'This film is suitable for
preschoolers'? "

Mo Ran looked pitifully at his angry lover. He wanted to defend the similarly
pitiful < Erha and his Shizun White Cat > several times, but he could only
helplessly swallow his anger back down.

"I can't stand your theatrical aesthetic any longer."

"..."

"I told you the last time, 'Baby Tianyun's Battling Voldemort' and 'Captain
America's Battling Parabala's Little Demoness' have already crossed my
bottom line. I'll never, never, never accompany you to a movie theater to see
that kind of crap again. " Chu WanNing seemed to have held it in for a long
time, his thin lips opened and closed in anger, "I'm a police officer, I'm burning
ink." His words were illogical. I can't lose my IQ with you, even if I'm out of
uniform and still a cop. What are you looking at me like that for? "

"..."

"Do you think that if you look at me like this, I will accompany you to watch <
Erha and his Shizun White Cat >? Please, you're in your twenties, go to the
counter and tell the waitress, "Please give me two tickets to < Erha and his
Shizun White Cat >, don't you think it's embarrassing?"

Inky's black eyes looked at him and suddenly felt wronged.

"My colleague told me that this isn't an animated movie. Although I'm not
sure if it's good or not, I can guarantee that this is really a serious love
movie …"

Chu WanNing finally exploded in anger, "No proper movie would give such a
silly name!"

"..."

After saying that, Chu WanNing walked forward angrily. After taking two
steps, he saw that Mo Ran was not following him and was still glaring at him.
He choked on his anger and repeated, "No!"

Mo Ran bit his lip, still staring at him without saying a word.

And so, the conflict between the two happened. If this scene was witnessed
by the cultivation director, Jiang Xi, he would definitely sigh with emotion.
How stupid and hopeless are these idiots trapped in love. Why do you have
to watch a movie with two people? You'll each buy your own tickets and go
to a different screening hall. Are you girls who need to go to the toilet hand
in hand during class break?

Jiang Xi would definitely think so. After all, he was a great, cold, witty and
intelligent Commissioner.
At this moment, Chu Wan Ning was walking along the road in a cool manner,
both his hands in the pockets of his black fur coat. No matter how many times
his boyfriend tried to hold his hand, he just ignored him.

"Later in the night..."

"..."

"Alright, don't leave so quickly. Let's continue discussing …"

"..."

"I promise you, it won't be any worse than 'The Celestial Baby Battles
Voldemort'." "And I don't think that 'The Telltale Baby Battles Voldemort' is
as ugly as you make it out to be. "Next year, I'll still want to watch the same
series of 'Beautiful Girl Haig'..."

Unfortunately, the last sentence was heard by Chu WanNing. He was shocked
to the point of turning his head to look at him in panic, "What did you say?
Say it again. "Forget it." He shook his head and tried to wave away the
nightmarish title he had just heard, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat.
"Don't repeat it, I pretended not to hear it."

"... "Oh." Mo Ran continued to feel wronged.

Chu WanNing continued to walk forward with large strides, his trench coat
swayed in the wind. He couldn't speak, really. Every time he thought he had
a deep understanding of Mo Ran's terrible opera aesthetics, Mo Ran would
refresh his bottom line with an even worse piece.
Mo Ran had been following behind him the entire time, walking at a distance
of one step.

They walked on for a while, and finally, Mo Ran mustered up his courage to
try persuading Chu WanNing, "Why don't we... Why don't we decide what to
look at? You can draw lots. Or shake the dice... "

His voice became softer and softer as he stopped in his tracks. He seemed to
have noticed something from the corner of his eyes.

An idea came to him.

"..."

"Hey, Chu WanNing!"

Finally, Chu WanNing's tall and handsome boyfriend stopped by the side of
the road. Under the dim light of the street lamp, he raised his hand and
pointed to the right side where there was a stall selling sweet potatoes.

"Hello, Chu WanNing." he repeated.

"..." Chu WanNing ignored him.

"Officer Chu." He bit his lip, a smile in his eyes.

He understood Chu WanNing, and he knew what Chu WanNing liked to eat,
and what he would like to hear from others.

They had known each other for too long.

Chu WanNing turned around, but he didn't turn around. Instead, he turned
his face to the side and kept his hands in the pockets of his coat. He raised his
chin slightly, his long, thick eyelashes narrowing as he stared at the man under
the streetlight.

The man met his gaze. As expected, he lowered his head and laughed. Then,
he was at a loss. He considered his words, and in the end, only managed to
think of the simplest four words.

He took off his hat and scratched his head. "Do you want to eat?"

"..."

"Baked sweet potatoes in winter." He smiled. "Your true love."

"..."

"And I see this one has a white core, you like a white core, that's hard to find.
So eat one. Don't be angry. "

Chu WanNing's expression was no longer as hard as a block of ice that had
been frozen overnight in the winter in the north. He stood for a moment, then
turned with his cheeks slightly puffed out. He walked towards Mo Ran and
said calmly, "No, I want to eat four." It was as if he did not care at all, as if he
was not tempted at all.

"Good, good, good." His handsome boyfriend looked at him with both
helplessness and amusement. Really, he used to be like a wild and unruly
leopard, but after all these years he had become more and more soft, and
now and then he would even become like a little white cat baring its teeth.
He truly had this illusion.

Mo Ran smiled, "Alright, so be it. But can you still eat dinner like this …"

"Don't underestimate my stomach. This is just an appetizer."

"Alright, then eat your snacks first. After that, we'll go eat and then go watch
Zhen Ku Ming's movie …"

Chu WanNing took the steaming sweet potato and took a bite. Resisting the
faint smile on his lips that was about to betray him, he shook his head
indifferently, "It's fine if you watch Erha and his Shizun White Cat."

Mo Ran's eyes immediately lit up. "Really?!"

"Yes." I'll be dumb with you one more time. "

The voice of Mo Ran instantly became so bright and bright. Joy and sweetness
were like a bubble drop that fell into water. Honey bubbled and bubbled,
turning a pool of water sweet.

He was about to die of sweetness.

"How kind of you!"

"..."

"Then the next 'Beautiful Girl Hagrid' …"

"Don't even think about it …"

On the snow-covered street, two pairs of footprints slowly moved forward,

next to each other, very close to each other.

At a crossroads, Xue Meng, who had already boarded the bus, was wearing
earphones. He unconsciously looked out of the window at the passing crowd
and the flashy lights.

He was relaxed, his forehead pressed against the slightly cool glass of the
window, the colorful neon shattered in his dark eyes. He yawned and did not
notice a pair of young men carrying roasted sweet potatoes walking by on the
sidewalk, and the two young men were quarreling over "The Beautiful Girl
Hagrid."

The green light came on and the car started.

As they passed each other, Xue Meng hummed the song in his earpiece. He
was deaf, but who would stop him from humming happily because he was
deaf?

He had just received word from his mother that his father had returned from
a business trip, and that tonight he had his favorite fish and spicy chicken.

No one could stop him from singing anymore. The earth's destruction and
flooding could not be stopped. He had to finish the Boiled Fish.

Just like this, their lives were filled with countless possibilities. Different jobs,
different places of origin, different paths of growth, different kinds of love
and hate. Perhaps even for such reasons, their appearances would be slightly
different. However, reincarnation could not change Xue Meng's good
impression of Boiled Fish. It was just like how it could not change the
sweetness of Chu Wanning, it could not change the fact that Mo Ran loved
that bowl of roasted red oil.

In the end, their story would only end up with one ending.

It was a compromise of the will of the heavens to the small life, to the mayfly
that shook the tree, to the boasting of a day.

After all the suffering.

They will end up with the people they love.

They will eventually reunite with the people they love.

— — The end of The One and Only Possible--

319. Who moved Xue Meng’s dessert (Forum body) 1

[First Forum of Cultivators] [Residential Area] [Water Tile]

Title: [Highlight]: Has anyone obtained a box of oddly shaped dessert

recently?

Content: This is so infuriating! Someone took my dessert!

Author: Phoenix First Cry

… …. So? Isn't it just a box of snacks?

1: Zhongshan Lang is not greedy

Just a box of snacks and you want the light? How poor are you, OP?

2: Our Sect Leader is rich

Poverty limits my imagination.

3: Our manor lord has suddenly become rich

Haha, being so poor, you must be from the lower realms, right?

4: Very smart.

I am the OP. Can you all wait for me to finish before replying?
The fact is, I recently lost a box of strangely shaped desserts, dark brown,
hard, bitter to eat, with a bit of wine coming out of it. It's not food from the
Central Plains,

It's very rare in the upper and lower realms, and as far as I know no more than
ten people have it.

I don't like sweet foods that much myself, so it doesn't matter if I lost them.
But the problem is that eating them all up would be dangerous for ordinary
people, so I hope my friends can tell me whether they stole them or not.

Still accidentally took the wrong, please do not eat, as soon as possible private
message contact me, otherwise bear the consequences.

5th floor: Beginning cry of the phoenix

Black, very hard. There was even wine inside … It was truly unheard-of. You
are an expert in this, what do you think?

6: Recruitment of disciples without discrimination

But why was the dessert bitter? Are you sure this is food?

7th floor: I don't know Mulan is a girl

Surprisingly, there was still food in the world that I had never eaten before.

8th floor: Accept only Brain Platinum

… …. My whole life? Ye Zichen felt like the expression was weird. Could it be
that the person upstairs is a ghost …

9th: I'm afraid of ghosts

Don't be afraid upstairs, the ninth floor means he was born to this day.
However, wasn't there anyone who was curious about the strange reaction
that would occur after eating this box of dessert?

10: Cockhorse

… …. I know who LZ is. I've seen this box of pastries. How could you lose
something so important? When was it lost? Was there any trace left around
the place where the snacks were stored?

11: Zhongshan Lang is not greedy

Wow, it seems like the one upstairs is really strong

12: The Little Disciple at SiSheng Peak

The Middle Mountain Wolf Is Not Greed

It's you? You never told me that your vests in the First Forum were this …

I don't know exactly when it was lost, but at least ten days ago it was safely in
the storage box in my room, and when I needed to take it yesterday it was
gone. There were no obvious marks around the storage box, and the rest of
my room probably hadn't been moved. But I was in a hurry to get out, and I
didn't look at it. I'll go back tonight and look at it again.
13th floor: Beginning cry of the phoenix

It seems that it really isn't just a box of ordinary snacks. The matter seems to
be a little serious … Apologize to Lz. You shouldn't say you're poor.

14th: Our Sect Leader is rich

Yes. He was not poor.

15th: Things that cannot be solved without money

Can Lz specify the reaction after taking a snack? It's been so long, and I'm
afraid the person who got the box of pastries has already eaten it.

16: Don't know Mulan is a girl

I forgot to tell you about the suit. I didn't mean to hide it.

I've already asked someone to look into the matter at our door.

In addition, it was best not to place such an important item around in the
future.

17th poster: Zhongshan Lang is not greedy

Wait, what did you know upstairs? Who's Lz?

18: Receive disciples without discrimination

The teaching of the religion, the acceptance of the disciples

Read the private message.

19th floor: Zhongshan Lang is not greedy

Eh, the 15th floor seemed to know the inside story as well, so how did the
15th floor know LZ wasn't poor?

20: The Little Disciple at SiSheng Peak

Previously, I wasn't sure if the effects of the box of snacks could be revealed
to everyone, so I went to ask the person who gave me the snacks.

That box of dim sum was actually a transformed snack, not exactly considered
food, but more like a type of medicine. After eating it, it would transform into
a beast form, which would allow it to easily complete some missions.

However, the most frightening thing was that after transforming into a beast,
the consumer would not be able to transform back into their original form.
They would have to eat another type of white hard candy to recover.

The problem was that all the white hard candy in my room was still there. Not
a single one was missing.

I'm afraid that some people will never be able to go back to their original
forms once they become animals.

21st floor: Beginning cry of the phoenix

Damn it...

22nd floor: Our manor lord suddenly became rich

I'm not smart enough. IQ limits my imagination. Apologize to LZ.

23: Really smart

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! It felt like a very

interesting dessert! Hurry up and take a look. Will you be able to develop it
and sell it before the 21st?

24th floor: Cockroach, Cockroach, Cockroach, Cockroach, Cockroach,

Cockroach, Cockroach, Cockroach, Cockroach, Cockroach, Cockroach,
Cockroach, Cockroach

Received. Dad, we're going to work overtime right now.

25th floor: Night Cat Products Development Department

… …. So Lz was …

Alas, Lz never remembered to put his things away properly.

26: Receive disciples without discrimination

He came over here to surf the internet when he had nothing better to do, but
he actually saw this kind of post. The first cry of the phoenix truly did not make
one feel at ease.
27: No one is more handsome than me

Even though children had their own children, it was useless to worry about
them. No one is more handsome than I am.

28th floor: Duroy flowers

Since the consequences are so serious, we should hurry up and let the Sect
Leaders inform the cultivators and mortals under their jurisdiction. @ The
First Forum's super manager, please take note.

29: Don't know Mulan is a girl

It was impossible for the Night Cat Merchant Shop to produce a formula, so
he had better give up earlier.

30th: Things that cannot be solved without money

Please take note of this post and deal with it in a timely manner.

31: 1st forum super manager

Received.

31: Gu Yue Ye Jiang Ye Chen

… …. I've already dealt with it, okay? No need to @ me anymore, I'm worried
about the safety of my disciples, I'm very annoyed!

32: SiSheng Peak, Xue Ziming

Benefactor Xue need not be anxious. This old monk has a word for you: others
are in a hurry, I am in a hurry to come out of illness, no one can do it for me,
why think back on it, if I want to die in a hurry, who can do it.

If you calm down, everything will be fine.

33rd floor: Shizun Mirror of the Temple of No Sorrows

Oh? I seem to have a very similar thing, a green semi-liquid substance. Licking
it a little would cause me to choke. It's not some sweet stuff, but the effect is
the same. It was given to me by Gu Yue Ye. Hmm... But shouldn't they say so
much?

34th floor: East River with Hua Ruowei

Don't be a Sect Leader if you're a fool.

35th floor: Gu Yue Ye Jiang Ye sank

… …. I seem to have some kind of kind, but it's not the same. What I received
was a box of stinky tofu with a rich smell. It was also a gift from Gu Yue Ye. At
that time, the little disciple who delivered the goods told me if I wanted to
eat it or not, I had to endure it for the sake of magic … So there was another
taste?

36: Li Xuehe, Jidan Manor

… ….
37: Gu Yue Ye Jiang Ye Chen

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Sorry, Sect Leader Jiang!
I only saw your post on the 35th floor after I replied! Ah, I'm really sorry. I
don't know if I can't say it, but is it still possible to withdraw now?

38th floor: Li Xuehe, Jidan Manor

Do you think that this is >

39: Gu Yue Ye Jiang Ye Chen

Received, will deal with immediately.

40: Fire Phoenix Pavilion Wei Feiyan

Currently, no one from the Treading Snow Palace reported the loss, but they
would strictly ask about it.

41: Snow Treading Palace Moon Restaurant

I know.

42nd floor: Upper Clear Pavilion Willowleaf Su

Wait a minute, did Villa Owner Li and Hall Shizun Hua receive this kind of
deformed dessert? Could it be that every Sect Leader has one? Then why
didn't I?
43: Peach Blossom Villa's Ma Yun

Uh, actually, not every Sect Leader has one, so Manor Lord Ma shouldn't think
too much about it.

44: Snow Treading Palace, Bright Moon Tower

It felt like things had gotten serious.

45: I'm just a passerby

Yes, a little. For the past few days, everyone has to pay attention to the
unknown food. Don't touch it, I have to tell my parents.

46th floor: I'm just a passerby.

phoenix first cry

Lz, could you please tell us what kind of animal it would be if you mistook that
box of dessert? This would at least minimize accidental injuries. If someone
was unlucky enough to turn into an animal … We can also think of a way to
keep an eye on it.

47: Don't know Mulan is a girl

Upstairs, it was really kind.

48: Received only brain platinum

I am still extremely afraid of this expression of 'life'. Upstairs, are you a human
or a ghost? Otherwise, I would have nightmares tonight!

49: I'm afraid of ghosts

If you don't do something shameful during the day, you don't have to worry
about knocking on the door at night. What's so scary about it?

50: Receive the gift and only accept Brain Platinum

Hello everyone, I'm coming. Thank you. I didn't know Mulan was the girl who
reminded me. The animals that would turn into peacocks after taking that box
of snacks.

51st floor: Beginning cry of the phoenix

That's called the peacock. You can do that because you're a man. If a woman
ate it, he would turn into a female peacock, and wouldn't open his mouth.

52: Zhongshan Lang is not greedy

Oh, oh, oh! Fortunately, it was this animal! He heaved a sigh of relief! If it was
a peacock, it wouldn't be easy for it to be injured by accident. Fortunately, it
didn't turn into a pig or a chicken or duck, so it wouldn't be able to cry even
after being eaten.

Haha, suddenly I'm a bit curious about what it feels like to become a peacock.

54: The Little Disciple at SiSheng Peak

QAQ My Shizun is gone, in these two days … I just saw this post and I'm
completely dumbfounded …

55: Ergou

F * ck!

56 - The Top Disciple of Death

The sky was shaking. Could it be that he had turned into a peacock and flew
away?

57th: I'm just a passer-by

Could it be that your Shizun ate that box of dessert …

58: Our manor lord has suddenly become rich

I don't know! I've searched the entire mountaintop, but I still haven't seen
any sign of him! There was no note on the table, and the clothes in the closet
were still there. It didn't seem like they were going to travel far!
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" What to do! And he really liked sweets! But
I don't think he'll take anything from anyone else to eat. My God, my head's
going to explode!

59: Ergou
Second Gou Zi, calm down. Things might not be as bad as you think. Is your
Shizun's house close to the LZ's? If they weren't close, they wouldn't have
been able to get that box of pastries.

60: Don't know Mulan is a girl

QAQ is right, where do you live?

61: Ergou

The Animal Research Society of the Cultivation World, please pay attention to
the nearest peacock race. If there is a peacock showing human will, then it is
very likely to be a human-transformed peacock.

62 poster: Received only brain platinum

One did not need to observe the peacock race; they could become a peacock.
Others might not.

63: Things that cannot be solved without money

What do you mean …

64th floor: Cockhorse

On the 63rd floor, you're responsible for the speech. What do you know? Do
you really know how to do it? Or do you know more than I do?

Also, Ergouzi lives in Shu.

65th floor: Beginning cry of the phoenix

It meant that even pigs, dogs, cows, sheep, cats, horses, rabbits, monkeys
were possible. After eating, he would see what was changed.

Besides, the one upstairs, I do know more about this box of sweets than you
do.

66th floor: Things that cannot be solved without money

Heh, what a big tone you have. Do you know who I am?

67th floor: Beginning cry of the phoenix

Smelling the smell of fire (cough) medicine, I came to remind you that it is
prohibited to fight in our district for three days under the title of personal
attack.

68th floor: 1st forum living area manager # 3

Not only do I know who you are, I also know who your biological father is.

69: Things that cannot be solved without money

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
HHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Then what should he do!? Can you stop playing
guessing games! LZ lives in Sichuan! Although Shizun and I don't live in
Sichuan anymore, we know a lot of people there. What if they were sent here
as gifts and my Shizun eats them? QAQ, @ No money can't solve the
problem …
Great deity, do you really know the inside story? QAQ, I want to check it out
right away. Saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. Please
save me, TAT.

70th floor: Ergou

What a filial disciple, touched.

71: Selling candied fruits in the Underworld

Miaomiao ~

72: The vegetable bag

There is nothing silver can't solve. So it was you?

73rd floor: Beginning cry of the phoenix

Yes, it's me.

74: Things that cannot be solved without money

MLGB: Is it fun for you to wear a vest?!

75th floor: Beginning cry of the phoenix

Hey, can you please ignore me!? Can you not be so cold-blooded! There is
nothing that can't be solved without money
Friend, what personal grudge do you have with LZ before you settle it? "I'm
really worried to death right here. What should my Shizun do? QAQ!"

76: Ergou

Note the wording. No cultivation.

77: Something that can't be solved without money

I was wrong about QAQ

This immortal elder, please pay attention to my message. My Shizun is in

danger right now, so I hope you can show me some mercy and give me some
directions.

Thank you!

78th floor: Ergou

Pfft, it is such a tragic thing, but I don't know why I feel like laughing when I
look at the top of the stairs.

79: Really smart

Hahahaha 1

80: The Little Disciple at SiSheng Peak

Don't laugh, it's really important. Second Gou Zi, I can understand your
feelings, but unfortunately, I don't know anything about pharmacology. I'm
really sorry that I can't help you.

81: Don't know Mulan is a girl

You've done well. Don't scold yourself.

82nd poster: Received only brain platinum

The friend upstairs, I've seen you a few times, you are …?

83: Don't know Mulan is a girl

You don't need to know who I am.

84th floor: Received only brain platinum

Wow... Was this a confession?

85th floor: East of the Yangtze River

Watching the confession from the front row …

86: I'm just a passer-by

Can you not confess!? QAQ, I'm dying of anxiety! I feel like I'm going to go
crazy if this goes on, I'm going to go crazy, I don't know what I'm going to look
like …
87: Ergou

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you, but I already have someone I like.

And can we keep an eye on Ergou-tzu? I think his business is now the most
important.

88: Don't know Mulan is a girl

Okay, okay, listen to the girl.

89: I'm just a passer-by

If I were to put in a word, I would say that Mr. Qian is not lacking. He's the
one on the 77th floor. When he said "pay attention to your words, you're not
cultured", it was not for Ergou. It was for Lz, the Little Phoenix.

90th floor: I'm just a passerby.

Ah? I looked back over my shoulder, too, and that seemed to be the case.
Because Ergou was in a bit of a hurry and didn't say a single dirty word.

However, Mr. Qian had replied with a "mlgb" …

91 Floor: Jade Cold Village Flower

Hahahaha, he solved the case. Ergou is really dumb, he apologized for

nothing.

92: I'm just a passerby

Don't know Mulan is a girl

I know you have someone you like. He likes you, too.

I've used up all my time online this month, so I'll come back to see you later.

Good morning.

93rd poster: Received only brain platinum

… …. For some reason, he felt that the little brother on the 93rd floor was a
bit pitiful.

94th floor: Jade Cold Village Flower

Do you have no money to pay for the internet? Why don't I transfer you a
little? This little money is nothing. Do something for the young.

95th floor: Cockhorse

It's not about the money, it's about the time we have to climb over the wall.

96th floor: Received only Brain Platinum

Climb over the wall... Is Big Brother Brain Platinum a foreigner? If it's a
foreigner, @ Mehmet's official number

Can brother Mehane help him think of a way?

97: Jade Cold Village Flower

Can you guys stop talking about this nonsense? QAQ to look at me... I think. I
can't help myself.

98: Ergou

He looked at Ergou and pleaded.

Help me out if you can. Chat can be done after you solve the problem.

99: Don't know Mulan is a girl

The matter regarding Ergou would have to wait until he had nothing that
could not be solved with silver. Since his ID was so domineering, it must be
very reliable. However, why did this Mr. Qian suddenly stop talking?

Because it was a bluff, if he couldn't continue bragging, he would run away.

101: Our Sect Leader is rich

Young Master Mei Hanxue is busy with some private matters, and I am his
waiter.

If you want to meet Young Master Mei, please make sure your gender is
"female" and reply in the background.

To resolve the pain of lovesick, please reply in the background 2.

If you want to ask a question about your relationship, please respond
backstage 3.

If you would like to register for Young Master Mei's Kazakh Language Interests
Class, please reply 4 (No male disciples) from backstage.

If you want to beat up this unscrupulous person, please go to Mei Hanxue's

official number

102nd floor: Mei Hanxue official number

Get lost.

103rd floor: Mei Hanxue official account number

… …. This old man could probably guess that the little friend with the platinum
brain probably didn't want to go over the wall because of something, and he
shouldn't be overseas either.

@ Receive only Brain Platinum

Little brother, take a look at your private message. This old man has been busy
with business lately and doesn't have much time to surf the internet. There is
still quite a bit of time left this month, so I can give it to you.

104: Selling candied fruits in the Underworld

… ….

Thank you, Taoist Li!

And about my father … I'm really sorry.

105: Received Brain Platinum only

No need to thank me.

The past was just the past. There was nothing to be worried about.

Go play, good child. This old man will be logging off to do business.

106: Selling candied fruits in the Underworld

When I came across this post, I knew a little about this drug and had been
involved in the development of this drug before. Second Gou Zi, don't worry.
I'll organize the documents and send you a private message.

107th floor: Blind people rely on technology to access the Internet

The netizen on the 101st floor, I looked at your Eddie, you had better also pay
attention to the wording. No one ran, no one boasted.

I went to drink some medicine, Ergou.

The box of pastries would be judged based on the user's personality,

appearance, and preferences. You can try to imagine what your Shizun would
have become if he had been an animal. If you know him well enough, you
think of him as he will change after taking the medicine.

108: Something that cannot be solved without money

Oh, does the upper floor really know? He couldn't be making it up for the sake
of face, right?

109: Our Sect Leader is rich

… ….

110: Things that cannot be solved without money

Our Sect Leader has the money … Hello, may I trouble you to go to Gu Yue
Ye's punishment platform. The Sect Leader has invited you.

111th: Whatever godfather says is right

Oh, okay, three grams of oil.

112 - Our Sect Leader is rich

No need to thank me.

113: Whatever godfather says is right

… …. I don't know why, but I feel like I won't be able to get back on the 112th
floor.

114th floor: Prophet

Haha, perhaps the impression that Sect Shizun Gu Yue Ye gave was just too
oppressive. But then again, it had been so long, why hadn't Ergou spoken up
yet? What kind of animal does your Shizun look like? Tell us, we'll keep an eye
out for you.

115: Jade Cold Village Flower

A mere village flower dares to circle around this reputed one. However,
seeing that your heart and eyes aren't too bad, I'll let you off this time.

As for what kind of animal this person will become, I will take care not to
meddle in other people's business.

116: Ergou

Eh?

117: I'm a passer-by.

What was going on?

118: I'm a Passerby B

Why did Ergou's mood change all of a sudden? Stolen account?

119: Cockhorse

This account was originally mine, a group of fools!

120 - Ergou

Wait! This familiar tone … This tone … This account name …

Could it be the person I was thinking of …

121st floor: Beginning cry of the phoenix

So what?

122nd floor: Ergou

Ergouzi

Sigh! You don't have to be so fierce. Then I want to help you too.

123: Jade Cold Village Flower

I think LZ recognized a lot of familiar vests on this floor, haha, the world is
really small.

124th floor: Receive disciples without discrimination

Don't laugh, I know who Ergou is. This is going to be troublesome.

125th floor: Beginning cry of the phoenix

Urgent! Attention, cultivators! For some reason, SiSheng Peak will be filled
with all kinds of white cats from today onwards. Cultivators, please bring all
ownerless white cats to our sect. We will reward each one with 5000 gold!

126th floor: SiSheng Peak, Xue Ziming

One, a red riding Sect Leader laughs, no one knows it's a white cat?

127: I'm a passer-by.

Ah! So cute! My real name is Xue Meng X White Cat!

128th floor: Huayuwei, Jiangdong

Interesting. Jiang Dong Tang wants his clan to be exterminated?

129: Ergou

Who is that guy from the Jiangdong Hall? Don't f * cking speak nonsense! Is
there something wrong with you!?

130th floor: SiSheng Peak, Xue Ziming

Why did he suddenly gather white cats? Our sect already has an orange cat,
so we can't raise any more.

131th floor: SiSheng Peak: Elder xuanji

Please read the private message for me, Elder.

132nd floor: SiSheng Peak, Xue Ziming.

There was no private message.

133: SiSheng Peak, Elder Xun Ji

He sent you a trumpet.

134th floor: Elder Greed at SiSheng Peak

What? He's just kowtowing? That Ergou-zi, what is he doing? It's like he stole
your husband, hmph! Disgusting!

135th floor: Huayuwei, Jiangdong

Miss Hua, I can't help but give you a word of advice.

136 poster: Cherish the Jade Snow Region Plum

Haha, what I'm more curious about is, a cat is 500 gold, and a white cat is such
a common animal, won't SiSheng Peak go bankrupt?

137th floor: I'm a passerby.

Meow Meow QAQ

138th floor: Vegetable Packs

Look, even the vegetable buns are crying … How can you have a white cat that
doesn't care about the feeling of the oranges? Was the tangerine no longer a
group pet at SiSheng Peak?

139: Jade Cold Village Flower

We have a sponsor.
@ Gu Yue Ye Jiang Ye

Give me money.

140th floor: SiSheng Peak, Xue Ziming

… ….

141: Gu Yue Ye Jiang Ye Chen

What was this expansion? Why would Sect Leader Jiang sponsor SiSheng Peak
to do such a foolish thing? Is there a business opportunity that I don't know
about? Could the white cat be used to refine medicine?

142nd floor: Receiving horses

You can't use cats to refine medicine!

Myrtle Mountain wanted their sect to be exterminated?!

143rd poster: Ergou

… …. Ergou's style of painting had really changed a lot … It felt like it had been
refined... Threatening to annihilate someone's sect at any time, as though he
was a skilled exterminator...

144: Our manor lord has suddenly become rich

How much?
145: Gu Yue Ye Jiang Ye Chen

F * ck! Really!?

146: Really smart

Did Gu Yue Ye have a lot of money? How could he invest in something like this
that was obviously a loss? What sponsor? It was the father of the financial
backer who gave away money without paying it for himself!

147 - I also want the father of the customer

Sect Leader Jiang! We have a setting sun industry here. Although it has no
future, do you want to understand how to be a charity?

148th floor: Sunset Red Old Age Cyclists Club

Sect Leader Jiang! We have a building here. Although it has no future, do you
want to consider investing in it?

149th floor: Jiufeng Gate Tomb Scenic Spot Room Sales Department

Sect Leader Jiang! We have a project here that will ensure that you will be
able to make a fortune, which is against the law, but do you want to consider
going into the sea with us?

150 - Cultivator: Exquisite male sex film producer

Wow! I'm not going to stand on the white cat!

I'm standing here, Xue Meng Si Jiang Xi!

151: Huayuwei, Jiangdong

Why wasn't it Jiang Xi and Xue Meng?

The super manager of the first forum sealed off all accounts from the 148th
floor to the 151st floor, sealing them for life.

153 poster: Gu Yue Ye Jiang Ye Chen

Sect Leader Jiang, on principle, we cannot give a member a lifetime title.

Please forgive us.

154: Forum 1 super manager

Forbidden 148 to 151. One floor one hundred thousand gold.

155 - Gu Yue Ye Jiang Ye Heavy

Sect Leader Jiang, on principle, we cannot accept money from our customers,
and we are the super VIP users in Floor 151. On principle, we cannot ban the
sect leader's account.

156: Forum 1 Super Administrator

Hello Administrator, my foster father is already old and his ability to express
himself isn't very good, so his words aren't very clear. He means that if you
ban 148-151, we will count the total floors of this post to the total floor before
the problem is solved, at one hundred thousand gold per floor. For example,
before the problem had been solved, this thread had been sent back to a total
of 200 floors. Then, Gu Yue Ye would give your forum 200x10 = 2000 gold. If
it was only at 2000 floors that the problem was solved, then it would be 2000
x10 = 20,000 gold.

But I have to say, @ Gu Yue Ye Jiang Ye, my foster father, you are wasting
money like this, and people will make mistakes sometimes. It is always
necessary to give others a chance to start anew.

Think about it again?

157: Godfather is right in everything he says.

Yes, he had to think about it again.

@ First Forum Super Administrator

Also ban the account number on the 157th floor

158: Gu Yue Ye Jiang Ye Chen

320. "Who Moved Xue Mengmeng's Dessert (Forum
Body)" (2)

[System Notice] Due to violation of the relevant version rules, the user
"Jiangdong Huaruwei", the user "Sunset Red Old Age Car Riding Club", the
user "Ru Feng Men's Tomb House", the user "Cultivator World's best man's
small film producer",

The user 's' godfather is right 'has been banned for life. From now on, the
above users can only visit the forum to read the post, never speak.

159: Forum 1 Super Administrator

….

160: I'm a passer-by.

….

161: Our manor lord has suddenly become rich

Haha, this is the legendary "hold on until you can't accept it".

162: Received Brain Platinum only

Unseal "whatever godfather says". He was just a child. It was fine as long as
he was taught a lesson. No need for real punishment.

163: Gu Yue Ye Jiang Ye Chen

Yes, immediately.

164 Floor: Forum 1 Super Administrator

… …. The father was different to his son. Other names were true lifetime
restrictions, not even the woman would be merciful. However, 'godfather is
right' was only banned for less than a minute.

165: Yuliang Village Auntie's local specialty store

Thank you, godfather. But even if you will be angry, I should still remind you
that if you continue to do so, Gu Yue Ye's finances will one day be in deficit.

166: Whatever foster father says is right

… …. Reseal him for me.

167: Gu Yue Ye Jiang Ye Chen

Okay, seal it immediately.

168: Forum 1 super manager

Pfft, I feel 166 floor should not be called "whatever father says is right", too
face-smacking, should be called "whatever father says is wrong."

169: Our manor lord suddenly became rich

A super administrator should not be called a super administrator.

170: Very smart.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
HHHHHHHHH!" Poverty limits my imagination! Sect Leader Jiang, father of
the Golden Lord!

163: I also want the father of the customer

The father of the financial backer! Do you still lack a son?

164: I also want the father of the gold mine.

Father Jiang! You're asking to take me in as your son!

165: I also want father 2.

Father! Look at me! I promise! Everything you do is right! How do you want
to spend your money! I promise you, it's completely different from 'Godfather
is right in everything'! Father! I am your long-lost son!

166 poster: I also want to buy 3

People these days really have no backbone! Shameful!

If you have money, then you're a father? Ridiculous!

Look at me! I'm completely different from all of you!

167: Jiang Xi is my dad

Hahahaha, too naughty! Then let me register a vest!

168 - My dad is Jiang Xi

Do you even have any shame?

169 post: Beginning Phoenix Cry

… …. Aiya, the tower lord has appeared. If not for that, I would have forgotten
the purpose of this building … I even thought that it was Jiang Xi from the
support committee...

170: I'm a Passerby A

I'm sorry, I think this is ridiculous,

The first forum was used by the various sects to communicate with each
other. However, the administrator had sealed the account number of a Sect
Leader without any explanation and even banned it for life. In the future,
whoever provoked Jiang Xi would have their account sealed? You were talking
about principles just now, what about now? Is principle a waste of paper?

In addition, your title was given as a "violation of the rules." I would like to
ask what kind of rules they violated. I have also been the moderator of this
forum, so the rules are not as clear as you. I hope you can give me a
reasonable explanation.

171: Don't know Mulan is a girl

A new rule was added ten minutes ago, article 131: Please respect the largest
investor in this forum. I want to know.

172: Forum 1 super manager

This was truly interesting. @ Gu Yue Ye Jiang Ye Chen, do you want to do the
same as Nangong Liu? It's not like you don't know the lesson of the Ju Feng
Sect.

173: Don't know Mulan is a girl

Sigh... Why do you always have to be the first person to stand up …

174: Accepting the gift only requires Brain Platinum

Jiang Xi, please say something.

175: Don't know Mulan is a girl

Aiyo, is that girl sick? He has money, and he is the biggest investor. So what if
you have to respect her?

176: I also want the father of the moneymaker.

The caretaker didn't 'say no' to them and just gave them their number. The
caretaker gave them the money and gave them their number. My father spent
so much money to buy it, how did he offend anyone?

177: My dad is Jiang Xi

… …. I'm getting more and more confused about the atmosphere of this
building.

178: SiSheng Peak, Xue Ziming

There are a lot of things you don't understand.

In addition, many people have come to the sect to deliver the cat. Sect Leader,
you should go and take it.

180th floor: SiSheng Peak — Elder xuanji

Needless to say, I spend money legally.

181: Gu Yue Ye Jiang Ye Chen

In the past, the Confucian School of Wind used to bully people, but today, Gu
Yue Ye relied on his wealth to be impudent.

Sect Leader Jiang, although your nature is not bad, if you continue like this,
you will suffer sooner or later.

182: Don't know Mulan is a girl

Sect Leader Jiang, do you need to forbid Mu Lan from speaking like a lady?

182: Forum 1 super manager

I don't know if Mulan is a girl or not.

The super manager of the first forum, don't seal her.

SiSheng Peak, Xue Ziming, has sent the banknotes.

183 - Gu Yue Ye Jiang Ye Heavy

It's my birthday! Who the f * * k sent an orange cat with a white stain to cheat!

184: The Little Disciple at SiSheng Peak

… …. You don't even recognize an orange cat? It never changed when you
dyed it.

185: The Top Female Disciple in Death

What about the basic trust between QAQ people and people?

I've already put a basin of water in front of the door. All the cats need to take
a bath before they can come in!

186 - Top Disciple in Death

Hmm... The moment I saw this building, I was about to ask... Didn't you find a
problem?

187th floor: Cultivator Holmes

Hm? What is it?

Building 188: Jade Cold Village Flower

Haha! I found something, too, but I never said it! Sherlock Holmes, are you
trying to say that Jiang Xi only sealed the one hundred forty-eighth to one
hundred fifty-first floors and left the one hundred fifty-two floors alone? Jiang
Fu granny probably thought that saying that he was attacking or praising him.

189: The trumpet is not afraid of offending Jiang Fuxian

… …. Jiang, Jiang Fuxian?

Ha ha-ha ha ha!

190: Smile and use a trumpet too

[System Notification] The user's "smiley face" has been deleted, the user's
"smiley face" account has been deleted. The keyword "Jiang Fuxian" has cost
forum level 1 sensitive words, all account names that contain the key words
cannot be registered, all statements that contain the key words will be
blocked.

This forum must register the real name in order to prevent the person from
wearing the vest.

191 Floor: Forum 1 Supervisor

… …. Do you have to have dog legs like this? Jiang Xi herself didn't say
anything...

No, even though I've noticed that the 152nd floor isn't sealed, that's not what
I'm talking about.
Why would SiSheng Peak suddenly collect white cats? You guys probably
didn't pay attention to it and only played it as if it was water. Otherwise, it
would be very easy to notice.

Wait a minute for me to tidy up, then send it up.

193: Cultivator Holmes

Lalalalala ~ sit and wait 818 ~

194: The East River with Hua Ruwei

… …. Manager, didn't the 194 floor have a title? Am I blind or did you smoke
it in the forum?

195: Gu Yue Ye Jiang Ye Chen

It was my mistake! I just sealed his off! Maybe I didn't do it right, so I'll seal it
again! I'm sorry!

196 Floor: Forum 1 Supervisor

Hehe, I can't believe it, right? I'm bubbling again!

197th floor: Huarouwei Hall, Jiangdong

He quickly sealed it and looked at the eyesore.

198: Gu Yue Ye Jiang Ye sank

Alas, no matter how many years have passed, men who do not know how to
take care of women still do not know how to take care of them. Actually,
there's no need to talk too much with this kind of girl. As long as you move
his with your emotions and make some concessions, he will understand what
you mean. There was no need to be so irritable.

199: Cherish the Jade Snow Region Plum

Sect Head Jiang seems to have a problem... The people who were just given
the title, other than the person who invited you to do a movie in the ocean,
have all been released and are unable to be sealed again …

I'm really sorry. I'll contact the technical department right away and ask for
urgent action.

200: Forum 1 Supervisor

No, I know.

The godfather is right in everything

Did you do it?

201 post: Gu Yue Ye Jiang Ye Chen

Un, it's me.

202: Whatever foster father says is right

This isn't the past; your wings are hard, and I am not in your eyes anymore.

Very well, you are capable.

203 - Gu Yue Ye Jiang Ye Heavy

Plug in the front row of a building and eat a melon

204: I'm a passer-by

Crab, crab, crab, crab, crab, crab, crab, crab, crab, crab, crab, crab, crab, crab,
crab, crab, crab, crab, crab, crab, crab, crab, crab, crab, crab, crab, crab, crab,
crab, crab,

Little big brother ~ ~ The kindness of saving an account is unforgettable ~ ~

mua ~

205th floor: Huayuwei, Jiangdong

I don't look down on you. You are the most gentle, kindest, and sweetest
person on the continent. But you've done something wrong, and I can't stand
by and watch you do it.

Actually, I know who is right and who isn't, and foster father knows it clearly
in his heart. Otherwise, you wouldn't have let go of 'I don't know Mulan is a
girl'.

206: Whatever Godfather says is right

OMG, what did I see? The LS actually said that Jiang Xi was the gentlest,
kindest, and sweetest person in the entire cultivation world? Am I blind, or
did the forum get a beating, or did that 'godfather says whatever is right' get
crazy?

207: I'm a passerby.

… …. The emergency doctor of the Eye, there is a patient who needs to be

treated.

208: Really smart

Ridiculous, the 206th floor was simply wearing a 80,000 meters thick filter.
The most gentle, sweetest, and kindest idiot in the entire cultivation world is
clearly one of my people!

209: Ergou

Ergou's speech exuded a strong sense of disease.

210: I'm a passer-by.

I think, Jiang Xi... And sweet. are two nonsymbiotic words.

211: The Little Disciple at SiSheng Peak

Upstairs, add, I feel that Jiang Xi is not only incompatible with "sweetness",
but also with the words "kindness", "gentleness", "holiness", "integrity",
"softness", "deep love", "intimacy", "sadness", "compassion" and "love".
Jiang Xi and these nice words are like two anti-virus software that will attack
each other until the computer crashes.

212: Our manor lord has suddenly become rich

You don't understand him. Please don't say that about him.

213: Godfather is right in everything he says

This disease should not be in Aet's ophthalmology, it should be in Ate's mental

health department.

But I think he's very sick. Give up the treatment.

214: Zhongshan Lang is not greedy

321 Extra: "Who Moved Xue Mengmeng's Dessert (Forum
Body)"

Cold scale ophthalmology emergency service for you.

Glaucoma Reply 1

Cataract Please Reply 2

High myopia please return 3

Old Fantasy Please Reply 4

"If you're blind, please call the Cold Scale Sacred Hand Global Hotline
3838748."

The filter cannot be removed, please transfer to the mental health

department

215 Floor: Cold Scale Ophthalmology Emergency

Haha, I told you to transfer to the mental health department.

216: Zhongshan Lang is not greedy

Godfather said everything to my little brother. Did you only speak like that
because you were forced to do so by Jiang Xi? How pitiful … Seeing as you
have unsealed my seal, this sect leader is willing to accept you to come to
Jiangdong Tang, so you can be my protector.
If I think you're good-looking enough after the noodle, it's not impossible for
you to become the Sect Leader's husband in the future ~ I'll give you a chance
~

217th floor: Huarouwei Hall, Jiangdong

At the wedding scene.

218: I'm a passer-by

Thank you for your concern. No one is forcing me, and I don't want to go to
the Jiangdong Hall. Release you only because you are the Sect Leader, please
don't @ me again, we are not familiar with each other.

219: Godfather is right in everything he says

I'm coming!

I just got home, it's not convenient to type on my cell phone.

Please pay attention to the speeches on the 125th and 126th floors.

Don't laugh, I know who Ergou is. This is going to be troublesome.

125th floor: Beginning cry of the phoenix

Urgent! Attention, cultivators! For some reason, SiSheng Peak will be filled
with all kinds of white cats from today onwards. Cultivators, please bring all
ownerless white cats to our sect. We will reward each one with 5000 gold!
126th floor: SiSheng Peak, Xue Ziming

The difference in recovery time between these two floors was not more than
a minute. Combined with what had just happened, the "Phoenix's First Cry"
discovered that it had lost its snack. This snack would turn into an animal after
eating it. And then Ergou-tzu came to report it,

After saying that his Shizun had disappeared, Phoenix's initial reaction was
neither too calm nor too polite. The others also did not have much of a
reaction. However, from this floor onwards, Phoenix's initial cry suddenly
said, "Things have gotten complicated."

Everyone could guess that he said that things were troublesome because he
had guessed Ergou's identity. In other words, once he found out Ergou's
identity, he had also realized who Ergou's Shizun was — this proved that
Ergou's Shizun had a very close relationship with "Phoenix's First Cry".
Phoenix's First Cry was very likely to be worried for Ergou's Shizun's safety.

Let's look again. After the "Phoenix First Scream" panicked, in less than a
minute, "SiSheng Peak, Xue Ziming" came online and for some reason began
to collect all kinds of white cats at high prices. My friends, this is too much of
a coincidence! Who would believe that it was a chance factor!

Therefore, I made a bold guess that the "Phoenix First Cry" was the nickname
for "SiSheng Peak, Xue Ziming", and Xue Ziming had always been a little
unconcerned towards others. To make him act this way and to transform into
a beast into a cat, there was only one person that I could think of.
I don't know if what appeared before everyone's eyes was the same figure
that I was thinking of.

220: Cultivator Holmes

"Ah!" So thoughtful... I've been splashing around hahahaha, I've never

thought about it … …. … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … …

221: I'm a passer-by.

Now that he said it, it was true!

I immediately thought of Grandmaster Chu!

222nd floor: I'm a passerby.

Chu WanNing + 1

223 - Jiang Xi is my dad

I also feel that there is no one else other than Chu Wanning, this is a gift
subtopic.

224: Very smart.

However... However, Grandmaster Chu did not look like someone who would
steal food from others?

225th floor: Jade Cold Village Flower

It might have been sent by mistake, or something.

226: He's really smart.

He was shocked! "Well, according to Holmes's theory." Phoenix's First Wail

was Xue Ziming. If the missing person was Chu Wanning, then Ergou should
be... Ta, ta …

227: Our manor lord has suddenly become rich

… …. Afraid, I logged off.

228: Huayuwei, Jiangdong

I, I remembered that I haven't paid my online bill this month, so I logged off
as well.

229: Jiang Xi is my dad

My computer is running out of power. Goodbye everyone.

230: My dad is Jiang Xi

Do you know that you're afraid of me now? A bunch of fools.

Top of the Dead Xue Ziming

How is the search going?

231: Ergou
Your Majesty, we were wrong, please don't be angry, don't destroy the
forum...

232nd floor: I'm a passer-by.

Wow! Had he really guessed correctly?

However, if Phoenix's first words were Xue Meng's, he would feel that it
would be very easy to dig out the vests of the others after going down 8 years
and analyzing their conversations.

233rd floor: I'm a passerby.

This forum strictly forbids the deliberate stripping of horses, please take note.

234: Forum 1 super manager

Ergouzi

Without any progress, those cats were really just ordinary cats. On the other
hand, there was something wrong with the vegetable package from before.
Many of its own kind had arrived, so it was likely that it felt that its territory
had been occupied. It was always very anxious as it circled around me
meowing, unable to chase me away no matter how hard it tried. However, an
hour ago, I had already ordered some people to bring it with me to pacify it. I
had also invited the animal experts of the Fire Phoenix Pavilion to decipher
the language of the dishes and was now waiting for someone to come over.

235th floor: SiSheng Peak, Xue Ziming.

Excuse me, may I ask what the package is …?

236: Our manor lord has suddenly become rich

An orange cat kept by Wang's wife at the top of the mountain. Because it ate
too much, it was suspected to be pregnant all year round.

237: He's really smart.

It was unknown if it still enjoyed eating the small silver fish in the stream at
the back of the mountain. It was somewhat nostalgic.

238 Floor: Duroy Flowers

Haha, an orange cat has an orange cat, don't think too much about it.

Speaking of which, our fourth ranked brother is having a banquet at the

mansion. There are a lot of delicious things here. Let's go offline and eat
together ~

239: No one is more handsome than me

Mm, I'll listen to you.

240 Floor: Duroy Flowers

No need to send any more cats!

@ Gu Yue Ye Jiang Ye
You don't need to send me any more banknotes, since I'll return the rest to
you. I don't want to take advantage of you.

241: SiSheng Peak, Xue Ziming

What was going on! If you say so, then so be it? What about his life? You don't
care?

242nd floor: Ergou

My foster father said he couldn't be bothered with us and had already logged
off. However, I will tell him. Sect Leader Xue can rest assured.

243: Whatever foster father says is right

Xue Ziming, get the hell out of here! Explain yourself, why do you suddenly
stop giving out cats?

244: Ergou

… …. I'm only going to the depths of the south to mine some ores. What are
you replenishing in your head?

Ergouzi

I'll be home in an hour.

245: I have over a hundred sets of the same type of white clothes
You're back!?!?

246: Ergou

Watching from the front row, one could see Elder Yuheng's trumpet.

247: Top Disciple in Death

… …. He may not have read Holmes's post, and may have felt that he had not
lost his horse. There was no need to remind him of this upstairs.

248th floor: I just want to see a show

I didn't make myself clear just now, so I was in a hurry to deal with some
problems with the Fire Phoenix Pavilion's people. (TL: Chinese idiom = fire
phoenix = fire phoenix = fire phoenix = fire phoenix = fire phoenix = fire
phoenix = fire phoenix = fire phoenix = fire phoenix = fire phoenix = fire
phoenix = fire phoenix = fire phoenix = fire phoenix = fire phoenix = fire
phoenix = fire phoenix))

Hello everyone, the alarm has been lifted. There are no humans mistaking my
snacks, but rather entering the belly of the vegetable bag … When my family's
vegetable bag was strolling around at night, I was curious, so I ate it secretly.
After eating this snack, the animal's IQ will be greatly improved. The vegetable
bag always wanted to tell me that it ate the food, so it also became clever.
Just now, the Fire Phoenix Pavilion member had deciphered its miaow, and
only now did we understand what it had been talking about all along.

It was a false alarm, but thank you for your help.

Besides, it doesn't matter if I don't get rid of my horse. I've never done
anything I shouldn't have done with a trumpet, but I'm afraid you'll all be able
to speculate about a lot of irrelevant underlings after a thorough
investigation. To prevent malice, I've already informed the administrator to
delete the post in three minutes.

Thank you again for your cooperation.

249: SiSheng Peak, Xue Ziming

Taking advantage of the three-minute countdown, I can get Jiang Xi to pay a

little more for the extra floor. I'm very happy to take advantage of this.

250: I'm a passer-by

Hahaha, water together ~

251st floor: I'm a passerby.

You guys can do whatever you want. Even if you manage to obtain three
thousand layers in three minutes, to Sect Leader Jiang, it would be nothing
more than a drop in the bucket. I think I should quickly save this page and take
it back and slowly study it to be interesting.

252: He's really smart.

Uh... It's not that I want to beat the crap out of you, but the contents of this
post can't be copied. The administrator seemed prepared.

253: Jade Cold Village Flower

Wuuuuuu, I don't care! I want to take advantage of the deleted thread to
confess to Elder Yuheng!

254 Lou: Top Disciple in Death

Me too! I also want to confess to Elder Yuheng!

255th floor: A female disciple at SiSheng Peak

Add me!

256th post: Our manor lord has suddenly become rich

LS, are you a traitor to Peach Blossom House?

Add me!

By the way, I have over a hundred white shirts

Have you finished drawing the new blueprints? Can you authorize me to go
into business? How about getting rich together?

257 Floor: Passenger Horse

… …. What happened?

258: I have over 100 pieces of the same type of white clothes.

Nothing much, Xue Meng's IQ just dropped off again.

Are you home yet?

259: Ergou

Heh heh, I'm not on the 258 floor.

260th floor: Passenger horses

Ergouzi

The door opened.

260: I have hundreds of similar white shirts

Who wants to get rich with me … I want to earn more money, build a
Taobaojie Awkou rake division rudder, a person who believes my eyes ah QAQ
ah.

261: Cockhorse

No one will believe you. The beaver rake doesn't sound like a moneymaker.

262: Really smart

Yes, I'd rather invest in my father's Jiangnan Pharmaceutical Industry.

@ Gu Yue Ye Jiang Ye

At the edge of danger, Father, do you look at me?

263: My dad is Jiang Xi

Get lost.

264 Floor: Gu Yue Ye Jiang Ye Chen

… …. Strange, I remember that Sect Leader Jiang had just logged off to rest?
Could the person who replied be …

265: Jade Cold Village Flower

I have entered into the countdown to delete the post, please do not reply, if
there is anyone who needs to contact, please send your own private message
backstage. Thank you for your active participation.

266th floor: Forum 1 super manager

Please wait, I want to @ Yuliang Village Flower

Young lady, you are so beautiful. Can I be honored to be your friend?

267: Cherish the Jade Snow Region Plum

A day's notice was given as a warning for any violation of the rules upstairs.
I said no one was allowed to return to this building.

Three, two.

268 - Forum 1 super manager

AHHHHHHHHHHHH! Wait a minute! I still want to see Elder Yuheng!

269: The Little Disciple at SiSheng Peak

You won't have a chance, so give up.

No, I didn't return. Guess who I am.

270: I have over a hundred pieces of the same type of white clothes

… …. Was there even a need to guess...

271: The Little Disciple at SiSheng Peak

@ First Forum Super Administrator

You seal it, I've already prepared for this. I still have this kinship binding
number.

Yu Liang Village Flower

Lady, it's still me. I sincerely hope that you can be my good friend. You can
come to me any time you like, but please add the number 267, because I'm
not usually using it right now. Waiting for you.

272: I don't want to be a scapegoat for my brother anymore

One.
273: Forum 1 Super Management

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Part 1
This is Chu WanNing's second birthday after his retirement.

The one from last year was unfortunate and absurd.

Because last year, it was Taxian Jun’s turn in control of Mo Ran’s body. Although he could not
fully remember what he had done under Mo-zongshi's condition, he could still occasionally
remember part of it.

The immortals, who are honest men that think "gold represents my heart", will never do anything
right. There are no such things as wind, flowers, snow and moon for him. He simply believes that
there are only two ways to express love:

First, bed him repeatedly.

Second, give him money.

There was nothing wrong with him. Sleeping repeatedly with him meant that only Chu WanNing
could ignite his desire in this world, and spending money on him meant that Chu WanNing could
move his purse. Although the soil is a bit earthy, the emperor can’t think of any other elegant
ideas, but he can make do.

However, the problem lies in the timing when Taxian jun gave him gold. He held him again and
again his whole birthday night. The next day, he came back with nine baskets of gold bars and
put them in front of his house like a rainbow. He waved his hand bravely and beautifully: "Chu
WanNing! This is this venerable one’s gift for you! Are you satisfied with everything you see? If
you are satisfied with it—”

What's he was about to say was unknown. TaXian Jun had been pulled down on the ground by
Tianwen together with his gold bars.

Poor TaXian Jun could not understand why he would be beaten like this after they finished
sleeping together. He really had no other intention. He just wanted to prove his good will. What's
wrong with giving money after sleeping? Should it be given before bed? Should it be given while
sleeping?

Should we charge once, fifty little things and eighty big things?

Eighty-eight eighty...

He sat on the stump in silence, wondering what he would do if he was another man. After thinking
about it for a long time, he thought he shouldn’t gift someone gold directly in that case, but
change it into soft and comfortable clothes, delicate and delicious dishes, new and interesting
instruments... Perhaps then, on the day of Chu WanNing's birthday, he will be delighted gain Chu
WanNing’s praise.

It's too much.

TaXian Jun thought indignantly and beat his legs secretly in anger: how cunning! How despicable!
What a dog-legs!

Chu WanNing also felt that Mo-zongshi was honest.

—Bah!!

Only he knows what he really is!

Mo-zongshi's seemingly gentleman-like behavior, full of flowers and sweetness, really makes him
shameless!! What's wrong with gifting gold? Is it not good to gift gold? How real! How practical!

How can these people not see his heart of gold!

He turned his back to the hut where he lived with Chu WanNing and held his cheeks and legs on
the stump of the tree. After a long day of silent anger, Chu WanNing planned to come out and
talk to him. There were signs of reconciliation. However, right at that moment, the Sect Leader
of Ma in Sect Mt. Taobao unexpectedly came crying and climbing up the mountain, crossed the
border, embraced Chu WanNing's thighs and began to complain:

"Chu-zongshi, it’s not fair! Mo-xianjun inexplicably went down the hill and emptied the money of
my two warehouses at Taobao. He said that a smile of praise is worth a thousand gold.”

Chu WanNing's face was green again just as he was about to relax.

That evening, Chu WanNing did not allow him to enter the house until Mo Ran changed his
personality. Mo Ran later wrote 3,000 times: "I will never steal chickens from the hills to get
credit for crimes." It was a piece of work.

With last year's painful lesson, this year's Mo Ran was no longer willing to be careless.

Fortunately, on the day of shizun's birthday this year, the more normal consciousness will be in
control of the body, so he should not make any mistakes.

Although, from his memory of TaXian Jun, it seemed he still wanted to prepare something for his
shizun this year as well. But Taxian Jun’s personality could not appear on that day, so it was
unlikely he will cause trouble. Maybe it's just because he was cold-shouldered last year, fearing
that Mo-zongshi’s gift will surpass him this year, he wanted to win favor.

Fight for it.

Mo-zongshi was thinking that everyone's most difficult opponent was themselves, and he had
nothing to fear.

And to tell the truth, he really wanted to see what kind of gift he prepared this year, the best way
to win the approval and joy of shizun.

"Birthday gift?"

In his bedroom at the SiSheng Peak, Xue Meng stared unexpectedly at his quiet visit, Mo Ran.
The latter is sitting in front of the yellow pear table, fiddling with the tea cups in front of him, and
laughing, "Yes, what do you think would be the most satisfying gift?"

"Who are you going to give it to?"

"A person close to me."

Because Chu WanNing was cold, he had never celebrated his birthday at the SiSheng Peak before,
and he did not talk to his disciples about his birthday. Later, Chu WanNing and Mo Ran went to
live in hiding, and Mo Ran relentlessly pestered him several times. Only then did he finally relax
and tell him, but he also asked Mo Ran not to tell others about it, especially Xue Meng.

So Xue Meng naturally did not realize it was about him.

But after thinking about it, he couldn't think of another person who got such painstaking
consideration from Mo Ran. Xue Meng thought about it, and suddenly realized that his birthday
was approaching— ah, maybe not.——

Xue Meng was startled, and then a warm current came to his heart. His eyes, which were staring
at Mo Ran, suddenly warmed up.

Mo Ran: "???"

Xue Meng coughed softly. Although he was happy in his heart, he maintained the coldness and
reserve of his own head. He calmly said, "When it comes to birthdays, it's good to put your heart
into it. The ritual is not the most important thing."

Mo Ran said, "I still have to give him something. The relationship between him and me is
extraordinary. I don’t just want to give him something, it also has to be the best.”

"What a shame. I don't lack anything either.”

Mo Ran startled slightly: "What?"

"Cough! I mean, they probably don't necessarily lack anything."

"It's one thing whether he's lacking or not. It's another thing whether I give him something or
not."

Xue Meng's heart became even more touched, Mo Ran’s secret is now really on the road. He was
unexpectedly such a considerate brother. It was really touching. He put a lot of calm effort on his
face, pretended to be indifferent, and murmured: "... So, then... Let me think about it.”

"Good."

"How about the new set of golden and silver silk green feather armor in Jiangdong Tang?"

"..."
That suit of clothes glitters like a peacock's screen, but the effect of Chu WanNing's upper body
was hard to imagine. Mo Ran was silent for a moment, deliberated and said to Xue Meng
euphemistically, "That would suit you.” Not him.

Xue Meng said, "That's settled. That's it."

"...Think again." Mo Ran could not bear to attack his taste, so he tried to be subtle about it.
"Although Jiangdong Tang's clothes are good, they are not good enough. Help me think of a more
precious one?"

Xue Meng Ran opened his eyes and snapped, "How embarrassing is this?"

"?"

"Cough... I mean, it's almost all right. You don't have to spend so much.”

"A birthday only happens once a year, there’s no need to save money."

Xue Meng was so excited that he lowered his head and endured for a while. He raised his hand
and patted Mo Ran shoulder vigorously. "Don't say anything, brother. I'll remember what you
said today."

Mo Ran: "...???"

When Mo Ran left the SiSheng Peak in his cloak, he still didn't get any inspiration from Xue Meng.

On the contrary, he also felt that Xue Meng was very puzzling today, and acted even a little
strange, often showing joy, excitement, emotion and so on. Despite the great restraint, it did
little to hide it.

Was it so stressful to be a sect leader?

He would write a letter to remind elder TanLang to give Xue Meng a check in time to stop the
illness. Xue Meng is really not easy, alas.

In the next few days, Mo Ran visited famous buildings and shops in Xiuzhen Secretly and checked
all kinds of exotic treasures. Not that the treasures were bad, but he thought they were too
vulgar, too gorgeous, or too ordinary to rival his loving heart. He wanted to make all his feelings
tangible and dedicate them to Chu WanNing's eyes, but he didn't know what could be loaded
with his affection. There was a sea in his heart, but only a spoon in the red dust.

How can there be nothing in the world that can be good enough to give it to Chu WanNing?
He was a little anxious.

He even managed to get a copy of the mending list from the black market. The little dwarf
boasted that it contained a detailed list of gifts given to them by the distinguished figures in the
mending circle over the past 30 years.

Whether the bookseller was boasting or not, Mo Ran read the list. He held the book and studied
it for a long time.

"Nangong Si once gave Ye WangXi a handkerchief with a side corner embroidery with `Ru'."

"Rong Yan once gave an arrow bag to Nangong Si, which was made by Mrs. Rong herself."

"..."

Seeing the records of these old people, he could not help sighing and his eyes became slightly
dim.

Ye WangXi spent all the past years wandering around the world by herself. After traveling all over
the world, she planned to save some money and then reopen a small school palace in Linyi Ru
Fengmen.

It is said that many years before Changying founded the school in Nangong, there was a noble
lady in Linyi who opened the school and taught the apprentices six virtues, six lines and six arts.
Changying Nangong was the last disciple of the school. Later, because of the decline of Xuegong,
Changying of Nangong merged with each other. Based on the Tao taught by the teacher, he
sprouted his idea of "seven precepts of Ru Feng sect", which created the Ru Feng sect and opened
the glory of Linyi Xiaoaoxiu for hundreds of years.

Today, a circle around, Ru Feng sect collapsed, that brilliance is not there anymore, but Ye WangXi
at least retained the kindling of Ru Feng gentlemen, in the form of the original learning Palace
inherited.

Perhaps thousands of years later, it will be recovered.

Mo Ran shook his head and read on.—

"Nangong Liu once gave Qi Liangji a gift. Phoenix wear seven pieces of peony, silk belly pockets,
and embroidered with golden thread at the corners to ward off evil spirits: 'Why are you wearing
beautiful clothes?'”

"..."
When he finished reading word by word, Mo Ran was stiffly, and then aroused a strong nausea.
He disliked it so he quickly turned over the list of "Ru Feng sect rituals".

"A gift on Gu Yue Ye."

"Female disciple Zhao Tiantian gave a pair of jadeite buckles to Jiang Yecheng."

"Female disciple Zhou Yanyan gave Jiang Yechen Fengyu a folding fan."

"Female disciple Zhang Chunzhen gave Jiang a golden ear stove at night."

There were more than forty pages of this kind.

When Jiang Xi was not in charge at that time, his female disciples gave him records of things,
including some very thoughtful brothers and sisters.

Mo Ran can't help but sink into meditation... Jiang Xi didn't make his fortune by beauty, did he?

He turned the pages again.

"All the above 40 pages of gifts were thrown away by Jiang Xi."

That's ok.

... He misunderstood him.

Jiang Xi is really a wonderful person.

After reading for a long time, Mo Ran still couldn’t find any inspiration for the gift. Instead, he
found out that Mei Hanxue recently sent Xue Meng a superb Tianshan snow lotus with brain-
tonifying effects.

Snow Lotus is a good thing but Shizun is too smart. Although there is no need to make up for it,
it would be very appropriate to adopt it for a pond.

Unfortunately, after Chu WanNing's retirement, he liked to hear dogs barking in Chai Men and
return to people on snowy nights. He did not like extravagance. Otherwise, the whole Nanping
Mountain would have been uprooted now according to TaXian jun’s ideas. Where would there
be two small houses and one yard?

Mo Ran sighed and closed the book.

It happened that the sunset had also sunk, and the soft orange-yellow light was shining through
the silk paper of the windows. Today, Shizun temporarily rose up and wrapped up some
handwriting. By this time, it had been cooked. From the kitchen came the clashing sound of
porcelain and jade: "Mo Ran, come and help me."

"Here I am."

Mo Ran echoes, the deep bamboo forest in Nanping is now flowing with the taste of his favorite
food. It is not as strong as hot pot, but it can iron people's inner peace and gentleness every time,
just like water stopping.

In the kitchen, a small yellow-and-white dog they adopted last year came out bumping and
helped Chu WanNing to urge Mo Ran. He circled around him twice, spitting out his tongue and
turning around, all the way to lead Mo Ran.

"Move the table to the yard, wipe it, and hold a small jar of wine."

Chu WanNing stood in front of the stove, the wooden pot cover had been uncovered, the inside
was rolling full and round dragon handwriting, thin and crystal handwriting skin wrapped in
delicate meat stuffing, waiting to be fished into the bowl, sprinkled with red and bright spices.
Chu WanNing in the transpiration of the fog and casually asked: "What books do you read
outside, so absorbed reading?"

"Idle books." Mo Ran laughed and rolled up his sleeves to move the wooden table.

As soon as the arm is exerted, the muscles and meridians become prominent and distinct.

Chu WanNing frowned and said, "Read more good books. I heard that a lot of absurd words have
come out recently. Don't bring them back to Nanping Mountain. There are many wooden spirits
visiting here. Some wooden spirits are still young. It is not helpful to read them and teach them
badly later.”

Mo Ran laughed and said, "Yes."

Moving the table, he went out with the jubilant cry of the puppy Wangwang.

During the meal, Mo Ran ate and bite the chopsticks.

And the puppy squatted at the table of the two, gripping a meat bone without salt.

Chu WanNing looked at him and at the dog. He thought that the man and the dog were like each
other, just a wooden stick and a bone. "What are you thinking about?" he asked.

Mo Rans came back to his mind: "Ah... Shizun. I'm thinking…”

"Well?"

Mo Ran didn’t find the words.

Of course, he could not ask Chu WanNing what he wanted. First, Shizun would not tell him.
Second, even if Shizun did, the point of the surprise would disappear. He’s afraid the effect would
be worse than the nine baskets of gold from TaXian Jun.

So Mo Ran thought of a more tactful way and asked carefully, "I don't know about our home...
What else is missing? Does Shizun feel that there is anything else to be added?”

"No. It's quite complete." Chu WanNing said, "Ever since we have Goutou3, I even feel that there
is some noise here, so I don't need to add any more things."

The Goutou was a puppy. After it finished biting the bones, he came upside down to bite the
horns of Chu WanNing’s robes.

It's naughty by nature. When it came back, it was dying. Chu WanNing saved it, and ever since
then it lives with them. For a long time, it liked to go to the house to expose tiles and skip around,
Chu WanNing always dislikes it, but in the end, it was still spoiled. The corners of his robes had
been gnawed, but even if he scolded it, he would not pull out.

The dog only wagged its tail happily.

Mo Ran asked, "Would you like to expand the house a little?"

"It takes a lot of work and it's boring."

"..."

"I'll do it all by myself?"

"It's noisy enough, and you'll add to it." Chu WanNing raised his eyes slightly and stared at him
and said, "It's better to have free money than to spread it down the hill and build any house. Dog
one, you one, me one?”

"It’s fine with Shizun and me, Goutou lives by himself."

"Then it may wander to the point where it doesn't know who it is."

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狗头 Goutou
"Pooh." Mo Ran looked down and smiled and asked, "Dog, do you think I'm okay with you? I
squeeze a room with Shizun and build one for you alone. Where can you find such a master to
hurt you?”

The yellow-and-white Goutou slanted across his eyes and looked at him in a human-like manner.
As if to say “why do you want to squeeze Chu WanNing into a room where you have no compulsion
in your heart? You have some face.”

"..."

There was no result.

Counting the days before the approaching birthday, there were just a few left. Mo Ran couldn’t
sleep that night. After Chu WanNing went to sleep, he put his hands behind his head and stared
at the roof beam for half a day.

It was a good idea to renovate their cottage to be more beautiful and comfortable. But that needs
more land, houses, it's better to search around for some exotic treasures, armor maps, build a
library, build a machine armor room, build a treasure house...

Alas, let's get over it. Thinking about it, he knew that Shizun will be unhappy. He feels that he
hasn't used his money to the right place, and that he will also feel troubled to take care of it.

Feeling sad, he suddenly heard a strange noise coming from outside.

Mo Ran was caught in a flash.

Goutou?

Wrong. He turned his eyes and saw the sleeping yellow and white puppy curled up in the corner.
He immediately dismissed the idea.

... Is it a burglar?

But the place where they went to hide was surrounded by a barrier. Except for Xue Meng and
Ma Yun, who had received the message and could go in and out at will, no one else could enter
easily.

Unless it's not human.

It was very quiet, but it could not escape his senses. It seemed that something was quietly
approaching their residence. Mo Ran held his breath and sat up quietly and went to look out
through the window. He could hear the thing near the cabin, which knocked three times in a low
voice.

"?"

In the middle of the night, who would come up Nanping Mountain and knock on their door at
this time?
Part 2
Mo Ran quietly got out of bed and squeaked open the door, just saw the yard's wooden door
open slightly, the wooden door shaking gently, a white fat soft waxy up-warped tail burning a
small blue light flashing past.

He thought for a moment that he was mistaken. After all, he had stayed in Nanping Mountain for
so long and had never seen anything like that.

A monster?

He wanted to catch up, but before he stepped out, he noticed a tender green lotus leaf outside
the bedding threshold and a wooden box of palm size in the middle of the lotus leaf.

"This is..."

He picked up the lotus leaf in dismay. Somehow, the lotus leaf emitted a faint scent of Osmanthus
fragrance. On it were a few words written in a very chubby and childish calligraphy.

Gifts for the birthday of Shenmu xianjun4.

Come on. I can help you.

A ricecake spirit with the hope of his village

Mo Ran opened his eyes and almost fell to the ground: "What? Is there such a monster called
ricecake in this world????”

So, wasn't that what he had invented years ago to deceive Xue Meng?! It really existed?!

He could not help touching his lips. Did the demon forget to tell him that there was a hidden
talent in their special beauty race, such as magic lips or something? Otherwise, how could there
really be such a white, fat little monster with a little blue light on its tail?

Mo Ran stood in place for a while, although the ricecake ran too fast, and Mo Ran did not see its
whole body, he had an intuition, its whole body should be as he was fabricated, round, waxy
head with a large lotus leaf...

After a long delay, he returned to the house with the box.

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God-wood Lord Celestial
The room was quiet, Chu WanNing and Goutou were still asleep, undisturbed by the unexpected
visitors that night. Mo Ran walked close to Chu WanNing, who was curled up asleep, covered him
with the quilt gently, went to the dog's kennel, touched it comfortably twice, then sat down at
the table and began to look carefully at the small wooden box.

There was no killing or evil intent.

The spirit was quite heavy, but it is also had some kind of friendliness.

He tried to open the box, but unfortunately he couldn't find any keyhole openings, and the rice
cake essence didn't leave any hints to tell him what to do.

Mo Ran couldn’t help but frown and wonder: What on earth is this box for? Is it just an ornament?

The problem is that it was tattered and it didn’t look good.

As if responding to his inquiries, soon after he came up with the question, two lines of goldenseal
letters appeared on the top of the small wooden box, sparkling:

"Master, I'm a magic weapon from the demon world. I'm a box of thoughts."

Mo Ran was startled and almost fell off the chair.

What a ghost! How can it have the ability to read people's minds?!

"I'm not a ghost, I'm a good thing." New words continued to emerge on top of the box, and the
golden handwriting slowly covered the old words. "In addition, I can only read the mind of the
owner. I can't see anyone else’s."

Too, too scary.

Mo Ran exhaled a few deep breaths and barely stabilized himself. He looked back at Chu
WanNing, who was sleeping with his face covered by the quilt, and Goutou, who was sleeping
under its paws. After several deliberations, he lowered his voice and asked carefully, "So, I... I am
your master?"

"Yes, master, I've been given to you."

Mo Ran slowed down for a while, but there was still some confusion: "Aren't you a gift from the
little monster to my shizun?"

"That is to be reformed by you." The small wooden box continued to fade away old words and
emerge new ones, "We feel your strong desire to surprise the God-wood celestial lord on his
birthday, but we also see that you are not able to give full play to your limitations due to many
restrictions. But you don't have to worry anymore. So long as I'm here, you can make your dreams
come true and achieve everything you want."

Mo Ran pondered on its underlying meaning and slowly came to the realization.

Yes... It was his sincerity that touched the mountain spirits. They came to help him prepare his
gift?!

"Yes, that's it." The small wooden box lost no time to display two lines of shining words, "Rest
assured, master, with me, he will surely have a better birthday this year than last year, come on!"

Mo Ran recalled the nine baskets of gold from last year, and didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

"... It's a bit promising, but don't compare it with last year.”

After his doubts were dispelled, Mo Ran began to use this box of thoughts. According to the
requirements of the box, in order to prevent it from being inadvertently activated by Chu
WanNing or others before his birthday, Mo Ran needed to set a password for it. Only when the
password is pronounced can it react. Otherwise, it will be like the most common box, and won’t
attract much attention.

"Let's set it up as shizun."

"No, it's too simple to be opened by mistake."

The little wooden box paused. "I suggest you set five to ten words here."

"So..." Mo Ran thought for a moment and said, "It would be foolish to gift gold."

"All right." The little wooden box said, "It would be foolish to gift gold is the password to open
the box. Shall Mo-zongshi use it now?”

Mo Ran naturally couldn’t wait to nod and agree.

In the instant he accepted, a dazzling white light flashed in front of him, forcing him to close his
eyes instantly. When he opened them again, he found himself in a vast new world.

This is a place similar to an otherworldly fairyland.

In the mountains, there were flowing water and quiet springs. He was situated in a large open
space with some wood piled up. In addition, there were clouds, light red smoke, the flourishing
crabapple flowers were light and hazy, flying flowers fell red to chase the running water, quiet
and beautiful.

A round ricecake spirit sat on a wooden stake, swept his tail with a blue fireball jumping, and was
playing with his soft sticky left paw sticking to his right paw. Unexpectedly, it played too hard,
accidentally glueing its claws together, and it couldn’t help but panic, two fat claws pulled in the
opposite direction, but it couldn’t pull them apart.

Mo Ran went over and cast a separation spell. With a loud cry, the two claws of the ricecake spirit
were free again.

It rolled round and fell on its tender belly, sighed heavily in relief, and then raised a pair of
mungbean eyes from under the lotus leaf: "Huh… I was saved! Thank you, thank you! "

"You're welcome. Is this the inside of the box? You're in charge of the box... Uh..." He wanted to
ask if he was a monster, but he thought it was impolite, so he laughed and said, "Housekeeper?"

"I'm not a housekeeper." The voice of the ricecake spirit was soft and smooth, but it could be
said that it was very contrasting with the tone and color of the tyrannical words, "I, four landlord,
you this… Sa, Sagua!"

"?” Mo Ran was startled. “How do you swear at people?"

"I, four, the coolest of our village, the most… most simmering ricecake! If I want to swear, I will
swear. Deal with it!"

"..."

A good ricecake, not only could swear, but also articulate.

This spirit is not the same as the shy and lovely ricecake spirit that gave him the box before. It
seems that it was indeed the village cake bully. No wonder it was sealed in a box by the villagers,
and other ricecakes didn’t hang out with it.

The lonely cake bully stubbornly raised his head and waist, stared at Mo Ran, as if ready to meet
his counterattack.

It was meant to be a frightening gesture, but Mo Ran looked at its small arms and legs, soft and
white, paused for a moment, and could not help laughing out loud.

"Ha ha ha ha ha!" Mo Ran reached out and touched his little head. "You're so cute!"
The ricecake straightened out the lotus leaf on his head which Mo Ran had poked askew, and
became even angrier: "Don't laugh! Be serious! You will pay for this!!”

"What did you say? I'm sorry, haha-"

"Stop… Stop laughing! I’m warning you! Your destiny is now in the hands of my search."

Mo Ran: "..."

He really didn't know that his destiny was dirty in the palm of a ricecake spirit. He had to spend
all his self-control to stop himself from laughing again.

"Well, well... Cough... Pfft."

"Don't laugh!"

After some difficult negotiations, the cake tyrant and Mo Ran finally reached a consensus.

Mo Ran mustn’t laugh at it anymore, but it had to talk to Mo Ran about the current situation.

During their conversation, he emphasized that there are many cakes in their ricecake village and
their personalities are different, but it was not because of his aggressive personality that he was
locked in the box.—

"I, Four of our Village, the best ricecake spoken in human Mandarin, have a clear pronunciation
and a clear distinction between death and death. So, I am the messenger who was chosen to
communicate roughly with the humans!"

"... You’re the messenger?"

"Yes! You shrink right! The messenger!”

Mo Ran stared at it with his head held high and his chest hung up with infinite pride. He held back
his chin and couldn't help but laugh again.

"Ah! Why are you laughing again?! Don't laugh at me! I have been learning verbiage for one or a
hundred years! Don't laugh! Laugh again and I'll throw you away!"

In order not to let the cake tyrant murder him, Mo Ran used the perseverance he had to resist
Tianwen, and once again forcefully held back his laughter.

"Well, I won't laugh. The messenger will tell me how to use this box of thoughts?"
The tyrant cake hong twinkled his mouth, claws hugged his arms, mung beans squinted at Mo
Ran for a while. After seeing that he really stopped laughing, he said, "Simple and verbose, just
because the space in the four boxes is different from the outside, don't you want to build a bigger
house for Shenmu xianjun, even some beautiful flowers and plants?"

Mo Ran nodded his head and said, "Yes, but my Shizun thought it was too extravagant and noisy,
so he was not willing to do it."

"Never mind. In this box, you will not occupy the outside place, nor will you fuck your Shizun..."

Mo Ran immediately interrupted it and said seriously, "It doesn't matter if you say something
else is not standard. You must pronounce the word ‘noise5’ correctly."

Tyrant Cake's small eyes turned around and tried his best to read, "Fuck6-"

"Noise."

"Fuck..."

"You roll up your tongue say ‘noise’."

The cake tyrant heavenly restraint small face more and more white, head up, trying to spit out a
tortuous voice: "grass7 -"

"Nevermind, let’s move on."

Tyrant Cake: "Where was I?"

"You were saying that I'm not going to take up space in this box, and I'm not going to make noise
to Shizun. But if I'm here to quietly prepare a birthday banquet for my Shizun and renovate my
house and countryside, I also need those precious seeds, flowers, ingredients and utensils."

He grinned bitterly and said, "If shizun finds out, I’m afraid it’ll be a waste."

"Don't worry." The tyrant cake said, "The things here are different from those outside. You can
build a house, dig a pond, plant flowers and respect food materials... You don’t need money to
buy them, all you have to do is exchange with me, Four!"

5
吵(Chǎo) Noise/noisy.
6
操 (Cāo) Fuck.
7
草 (Cǎo) Grass.
Mo Ran opened his eyes in surprise: "exchange?"

"Yes." The tyrant Cake pointed to his stomach. Mo Ran found that there was a natural pocket on
his white belly. It was only because the bag and stomach were too white that it did not attract
people's attention.

"The houses and plants of your people are not good or beautiful! Shenmu xianjun is in harmony
with our family's elements! You bring in the outside things and give them to me, such as cloth,
flowers, clay figurines... I'll change them for you.”

"But how do I know what to exchange?"

"Well, it depends on your luck. But I'm very generous and kind, and I won’t usually treat you
badly. If you don't believe it, you can die."

Just give it a try.

But when Mo Ran entered the box, he was unprepared, wearing underwear and nothing outside.
Think about it, he could just take off his underwear and pass it.

"I have this on me. What can you give me for it?"

The tyrant cake took a look over Mo Ran clothes and took them with small claws: "Four pieces of
clothes with four reasons, it has experienced a lot."

After that, he looked back and forth several times, aiming at the blackened upper body. Needless
to say, Mo Ran's figure was naturally excellent, with a straight back, thin waist and limbs, and a
solid chest, though with an old scar that will never disappear, but the lines of muscles contain
very wild tension, which, with the breathing of one volt, seemed to suppress the body's potential
to develop lava.

Tyrant Cake said, "You have good wood."

After that, he raised his underwear and looked at it. "I think it's possible to change the clothes
made by Mo-zongshi, which are of good wood quality..."

He muttered and his voice faded. He stuffed his clothes into his white pocket and took them out
again and again. "Ah! Yes! Four!"

Mo Ran stood up to look, saw its small soft claws lying in a glittering light golden particles.

"What is this?"
"Heshou flower of the monster clan. I think you can exchange your clothes for these seeds with
the flower demon embryo. Here you are. You take it or die."

"..."

Although the baker always tells him to die, Mo Ran was not going to laugh at him. He was very
curious. He took the seeds and went to the open space in front of him, and the cake tyrant
followed him with a whistle.

"How do you grow it?"

"Just drop it on the ground at will!"

Mo Ran did as told. The demon flower in the demon territory was indeed extraordinary. As he
sprinkled the seeds, without even blinking, the open space gave birth to a large sea of light gold
and silver convergence. Those flowers were golden like pole peony, silver like clove, rich and
flourishing and elegantly melting into waves, to the night in the light of stars and dots of
brilliance.

What's more surprising is that in the center of each peony sits a female flower demon holding a
golden pipa, and between the stamens of each lilac is a boy playing a silver flute. These little
demons, who are not big enough to reach the nail cap, all have glittering and translucent wings.
They play the light wings between them, dyeing the flower field which is carrying melodious
songs with dream-like luster.

"One— one dress can be exchanged for these?" Mo Ran was startled.

"Four ah, all wordy me, I'm generous." The cake tyrant proudly pushed the lotus leaf on his head.
"I'm the most beautiful and nice baby in our ricecake Village!"

Mo Ran felt only a ray of hope shining into his heart, and he immediately excitedly said, "Just you
wait! I'll be here a lot these days. I'll go out and think about what I can exchange with you."

And he couldn't wait to go back.

But then he realized he didn't know where the exit was.

The cake tyrant turned his eyes white and pointed to the path where he came. "Run there, run
for a while, don't stop, you'll get thicker, but four—"

Mo Ran did not let him finish.

He was so happy that he was anxious to figure out what could be brought in and replaced with
the cake tyrant. And the more urgent the Tyrant Cake was, the more it stuttered, "but four" for
half a day, even if it's stuck there, it can't say a word. After holding up for a long time, he tried
hard to utter the second half of the speech:

"But four! Not every exchange is so cost-effective... You, you pick something better and bring it
in! Our ricecake village especially likes the objects used by the Shenmu xianjun. I just gave you
four uses and lost. Next time, there's no such a big bargain to pick up, and I'm not going to scatter
it!”

Huffing and panting, he tried to say so much and looked up.

Mo Ran has disappeared.

"..." The tyrant cake stood in the middle of the flower field, stayed for a long time, scratched his
head, " What a way to run so fast! Next time he'll bring—bring sen! Sa, Sa!"

When Mo Ran opened his eyes, he found himself bounced back to the table.

But he did not sit still for a moment, coupled with the agitation, and fell to the ground.

"Ah-!"

The movement immediately woke up the dog lying by the hearth. It suddenly stood up and began
to bark at all conditions: "Wan Wan Wan!"

"Shh! Don't get me in trouble, Goutou!" Mo Ran quickly climbed over to hold the dog and touched
it's head. "Don't make noise, another noise will wake up WanNing."

"Woo... Wan Wan Wan!"

"..."

Mo Ran was trying to shut the dog's mouth with his head when he heard a gentle noise behind
him, and then a slightly tired and impatient voice lazily sounded in the quiet night.

Chu WanNing lay between the pillows, with half closed phoenix eyes, frowning at him, voice also
with some special hoarseness from being just woken up: "... What are you fooling around with
instead of sleeping in the middle of the night?"

Mo Ran Busily Back: "WanNing..."

Chu WanNing sleepily lying on his stomach, looking at him from the small chaotic forehead,
without saying a word, as if completely awake.

But looking at it, a bright light suddenly fell into those misty eyes. Chu WanNing was very serious,
and his eyes were wide open. "Why aren't you wearing clothes?"
Part 3
Chu WanNing was very serious, and his eyes were wide open. "Why aren't your wearing clothes?"

"Ah?" Mo Ran startled, looked down, saw his bare upper body, raised his hand and touched
himself, but for a moment he didn't know how to explain, "Er..."

Chu WanNing looked at his guilty actions, and felt suspicious, so he said seriously, "Mo Ran."

Mo Ran raised his hand: "Yes!"

"... Goutou is still small. It may grow to be a demon in the future. Didn’t I told you before? Do you
want to set an example and not teach it bad things?"

"Yes, yes."

Chu WanNing narrowed his eyes dangerously: "What are you doing then?"

"..."

"That’s... That's right." Mo Ran whispered, but can this fat dog really become fine? He's afraid it’d
be no use even if he recited Buddha in his ear every day. Besides, what can a dog understand?
Even if he slept in front of Goutou every day, the dog probably would probably not understand
the true meaning of dog's life.

But what Shizun said could not be rebutted. Mo Ran had to say euphemistically: "WanNing, listen
to my explanation, it’s not what it looks like. I didn't mean to do anything in secret..."

Unexpectedly, Goutou, fearing that the world would not be chaotic, interrupted him suddenly
and began to bark "Wan Wan Wan" in his arms with the head up.

Chu WanNing put his forehead and gritted his teeth and said, "You let it go."

"All right." Mo Ran open Goutou. "Actually, I..."

"Why are you still naked? Put on your clothes and explain!"

Mo Ran froze.

Chu WanNing saw his strange expression, looked around, and found that Mo Ran was not just
undressed, but his underwear simply disappeared. He couldn't help but be shocked: "... Where
did your clothes go?"
In this embarrassing atmosphere, the yellow and white dog squinted and began to look at Mo
Ran with that dirty expression. His expression looked like a sneer: Ha ha! Stupid?

I see how you explain it!

Mo Ran touched his nose, his throat gathered. He hesitated and said, "WanNing, WanNing, if... If
I say my clothes have turned into a sea of flowers, you... would you believe it?"

Chu WanNing: "........."

In their cottage at Nanping Mountain, came the angry reproach of Chu-zongshi: "Mo Weiyu, do
you think your shizun has become stupid because he hasn't come down in a long time?"

"No, no, no, no, no! Shizun is the smartest, how can you scatter!!!”

"You talk properly! Learn what to stand and how to stutter!"

Mo Ran was really angry with Goutou, really.

He felt that the dog always had some ideas that he shouldn't have, especially when he looked
sideways at people, it was more like a demonstration to him.

Well, it wasn't like this when Mingming picked it up from the haystack.

Now it's all right. Chu WanNing, a five-month-old dog, likes it very much. He also says that he's
not mature. Therefore, Mo Ran is forbidden to do anything that is harmful to customs and bad
for children in the last month.

Mo Ran asked himself that he had done well under Mo-zongshik's condition. He had adopted
Goutou for more than half a month. He had tolerated it. Even the state of TaXian Jun had
converged a lot. At least after a runaway accident, Chu WanNing taught him severely, and he did
not go ridiculous again, nor did he mention it quietly. The Goutou went to the kitchen and stewed
it into dog broth.

But now it seems that he has made a very unsuccessful choice.

—— He should have snuffed the dog in the cradle from the beginning!

Qi returns to Qi, Chu WanNing's birthday celebration can not be delayed, so the next morning,
Mo Ran decided, or hurry to collect something to bring things into the box.
"Fresh fish, millet, sugar cans... Bamboo dragonflies, paper butterflies, silk handkerchiefs..."

Taking advantage of Chu WanNing to go out and collect fresh fruits in the depths of Nanping
Mountain, Mo Ran searches every grain and every inch of rags at home, and can pick up and carry
the whole collection into the pocket of the heavens and the earth.

Goutou looked at him with a frightening look on his face. It seemed uncertain whether he was
the owner or a burglar posing as the owner. If he could speak at the moment, he would say, "No
brothers, why don't you even let my dog bowl go?"

Ah! Incorrect! Pocket-portable dog bowl!

How can we grab its bowl?

Goutou reacted sharply, and a spirit rushed up, clapping its teeth and biting the edge of its own
job, and launched a class struggle with the stinky scrape of ink.

Don't snatch my bowl! Wang Wang Wang!

Mo Ran also does not let go, joking, this bowl is Kunlun blue glaze, food placed in it for three days
is like fresh out of the pot. Before meeting Goutou, Mo Ran had planned to keep a cat, that kind
of soft, white, quiet and sensible white cat. The cat had a small amount of food. Considering that
he and Chu WanNing sometimes sworded around and would not go home for two or three days,
he wanted the cat to eat fresh food, so he entrusted Mei Hanxue to find such a bowl.

Unexpectedly, the cat has not yet been raised. It's all cheap for this silly dog.

Is this glass bowl good for keeping food fresh and tender for dogs? Food is poured in, not to
mention three days, blink three times, it guarantees to eat to the bottom!

"Loose mouth, this is the bowl I bought originally!"

"Wang Wang Wang!" But you gave it to me!

"I borrowed it from you! Now it's due to be recovered!"

"Wang Wang Wang!" You fart!

"Relax!"

"Wang Wang!" Not loose!

"Song!"
"Wow!" Roll!

A man and a dog were sawing hard when the yard door creaked.

Chu WanNing held a basket of sweet and delicate fruits, maintains the posture of pushing the
door, stands in the doorway and looks down at Mo-zongshi kneeling in the yard and grabbing
bowls with Goutou.

"..." After a long silence, Chu WanNing put the bamboo basket on the stone table in the
courtyard, took a fruit, thought about it, and took several more.

Baiyi xianjun drooped his eyes and said to Mo Ran, "You just stay here and I'll wash you two
oranges."

Mo Ran in the moment he turned into the kitchen, heard Chu WanNing sigh, murmuring to
himself: "Alas... The porridge I cooked for him in the morning was too bad. Why is he so hungry
that he grabs food with the dog?"

Mo Ran: "...???"

"Shizun! Wait! It’s not what you think! Ouch!—”

While he was eager to explain, Goutou snapped at the back of his hand with a whine, and Mo
Ran screamed and suddenly released his hand. The yellow-white dog ran out of the door with its
glass bowl and ran away without smoke.

Mo Ran clenched his teeth, covered his hands and scolded, "This silly dog..."

After lunch, Mo Ran put down his chopsticks and said that he wanted to buy some medicine for
injuries in a Lin’an nearby city. So he went out with his mind in the box.

As soon as he left the yard, he quickly found a deserted place, recited the mantra "It's foolish to
gift gold" and went into the box again.

Tyrant Cake was basking in the sunshine near the flower field from yesterday. When he saw Mo
Ran, he hummed and said, "Come on, come on - come on?"

"Wait a long time."

Cake Tyrant waved his hand to show his disapproval, but his eyes turned to the Mo Ran treasure
of heaven and earth: "Have you brought some, some forest?"

Mo Ran is not urgent, first laughed and handed it a fresh peach: "This for you, WanNing’s picking."
The small eyes of the mungbean Cake Tyrant suddenly lit up, one claw waved, turned his head,
and honestly refused to say, "Death is impossible, death is impossible!" A small claw pulled open
its front pocket.

Mo Ran laughed and said, "How can we not do it, just a fresh peach?"

Said it stuffed into its pocket.

The baker who was bribed by peaches coughed a few times and his face slowed down. "Hey, you,
look at you, come on, and be polite!"

After that, he coughed a few more times, moved his little buttocks to the stump and sat upright.

"Come on, let me Kangkang. You've brought something with you."

The witty Mo-zongshi laughed and said, "Okay, Mr. Lao Fan Cake has changed some materials."

"No, no problem!"

Mo Ran handed all the bits and pieces that had been searching all day to its little claws. Cake
Tyrant opened the brocade bag and roughly doubled it inside, sighing.

Mo Ran’s heart tightened: "What's wrong?"

Cake Tyrant raised his eyes and said, "Sao Nian, you are really poor."

Mo Ran down the curtains, some helpless way:"... I don't know what you want. There are better
things, but they are all for our daily use. If you don't think it's appropriate, I'll…”

"Come on." Batiao Tian interrupted him. "Nourish that you are always scattering money to help
the world, first, first make up for it."

But in my heart, I said: For the sake of the peach you gave me, let's make it up first.

"What I give and give you won't be the best, because you can give me so much. But our monster's
utensils are amazing! Even if broken, broken, violet to play your imagination and hard work, but
also four can make a very satisfactory drop effect!"

Mo Ran turned from worry to joy and laughed, "Really? Thank you very much.”

Cake Tyrant waved his hand again, and then began to replace the things brought by Mo Ran with
the monster instruments in the box one by one.

"Fresh fish - you can change this!"

Cake Tyrant pulled out a pile of soft felt fabric from his pocket.

"What is this?"

"This cloth made of four or four kinds of cat hair!"

Mo Ran opened his eyes in surprise and took the bundle of cloth. "Cat hair can also weave cloth?"

"Nine big cats and demons." Cake Tyrant explained, and then pulled out another thing from his
pocket, "Bamboo dragonflies can be replaced by another one!"

Mo Ran looked at the pile of plain sticks and said, "What is this?"

"Take one, put it in the funeral, spit, and you can turn it into the best wood, although not the
best, but it's quite good."

Next, Batian Cake added to him a series of strange things, such as bigger shells, bells drifting
down snow when the wind blows, swallows who are good at nesting, green bricks that can pave
their own roads, and a fire that understands people's words. And so on.

The most valuable one is actually a bag of coke made by Chu WanNing. Batiao Tian loved it very
much. He said that it was the favorite food for ricecakes. Mo Ran found it both surprising and
funny.

He thought that if it weren't for WanNing, you would not cook everyday, you would have to eat
coke, and I could bring you a lot.

He asked, "What can I change for coke?"

"You wait and see." Batian Gagaba chews a piece of coke and flicks his paws.

Soon, Mo Ran saw a golden lotus pond sinking beside the flower field. The water in the pond was
like melted gold, and there were many beautiful snow lotus flowers in it.

"Everything comes to mind." The cake-maker, with his tongue still boasting, said, "If you want to
read the fish twice by the river, you will have lotus leaves floating to send you mulberry, as well
as fresh lotus root and tender rhombus, you can ask for it. Enough, enough for your birthday
feast... Well, four no four is great!"

Mo Ran stared at the pond for a moment, then turned his head and cut the railroad at Batian
Cake. "I'll bring you a sack of coke next time!"

"Zeng, Zeng! You were great!" he stammered as soon as he was excited.

Mo Ran said sincerely, "No, you are the best."

With these materials from the Cake Tyrant, Mo Ran rolled up his sleeves and began to work.

Shizun's birthday is the day after tomorrow. Tomorrow is TaXian Jun's turn. He must work faster.
As long as he works in this box all day today, and the day after tomorrow, he should be able to
lead his shizun in the evening after eating longevity noodles and give him a surprise.

While thinking like this, he quickly set up the cloth, shiju, timber of those demons... Start to build
an idyllic fairyland beyond the world for shizun. Neither extravagant and wasteful nor disturbing
others, it is quite gratifying to move wooden rafters in a smart way with Mo Ran hands and feet:

Kungfu pays no attention. This year's birthday banquet, shizun will have a happier day than last
year!

However, Mo-zongshi was still naive.

He did not intend to compete for favor with himself, but TaXian Jun is different. TaXian Jun is a
person who can knock himself to death. How can he be willing to be oppressed by him?

He should know that after the retirement to Nanping Mountain, TaXian Jun was always holding
his breath with himself, always fighting with himself.

The daily memory of the two personalities is not entirely in common, but shared along with each
other. In fact, this situation is worse than thorough knowledge and thorough ignorance. It is like
scratching people's hearts through a layer of yarn. It is easier to cause a single moth.

For example, a few days ago, TaXian Jun stared at Chu WanNing porridge, staring at it, and
suddenly said, "this venerable one remembers that yesterday you did not cook porridge."

"Yes." Chu WanNing light, "What's wrong?"

"But this venerable one does not remember what you did yesterday."

"Without cooking, I went to the village and bought some steamed buns."

TaXian Jun quit, stared at the black and purple eyes, and said with great force, "this venerable
one should also eat steamed buns!"

"... Didn't you wake up in the morning and say you wanted porridge?"

"No. The steamed bun is also needed in this venerable one's diet. You can't just buy it for him but
not for this venerable one.”
"... You might as well take some medicine.”

"Steamed buns!"

"Only porridge."

"Porridge and steamed buns!"

Chu WanNing was too lazy to talk to him: "You can eat whatever you like, but you can't eat that."

TaXian Jun almost fainted in anger. He grabbed Chu WanNing's wrist, brought him over, pressed
him against the kitchen table, and drooped his eyelashes to look down. "What's with your
attitude? Why can he eat solid steamed buns while this venerable one can only drink porridge?
You say, do you think he is better than this venerable one?”

"... I just think you were less ill yesterday than you are today.”

TaXian Jun was silent for a while, seemingly trying to get angry, but at last he was still sad and
said, "Okay... Very good. Chu WanNing, what you said before is deceptive, what I have always
been a person - is that how you treat the same person? You can't do the same dishes. Why do
you favor him?”

Chu WanNing said silently: "The same person will not eat the same meal every morning, you
quickly stop making noise, the porridge will turn cold."

"I won’t drink it!" said TaXian Jun.

"Really?"

"No!"

Chu WanNing nodded and said: "OK, then I will serve it to Goutou. It's just a pity since the legs of
clouds were your favorite last time.”

"..."

That's it. Taxian Jun is always in such a state of contending with himself for favor and merit.

As Mo-zongshi, who has experienced two worldly sophistications and the presence of old gods,
he can't understand this foolish behavior at all.

At this moment, Mo Ran, who is working hard, has no idea at all. In a few more hours, he will
switch to the character of TaXian Jun, and what kind of despondent action will he make...
Part 4
The next morning.

Taxian Jun squinted and sat under the loquat tree in the courtyard, peeling loquats for himself to
eat while squinting at what he was thinking.

After switching over, he could not remember anything else in the past three days. He vaguely
remembered that he had got a wooden box, a ricecake. ricecake Monster sent it as if it had
something to do with Chu WanNing's birthday gift.

But more than that, he can't recall it.

Taxian Jun dared not take it lightly. After all, he thought Mo-zongshi was a bird with deep
intention. He seemed loyal and honest, but he was honest and respectful. He had a lot of flowers
and intestines.

Where like myself, handsome, honest, domineering, powerful, treat people sincerely.

The honest man like himself is really at a disadvantage.

TaXian Jun sighed, a deep light shining in purple and black eyes. The loquat juice was very sticky.
He raised his hand and licked his fingertips to taste the delicate sweetness. He said to himself,
"You can't lose!" this venerable one is from the emperor's family. For the emperor's court, this
venerable one knows much more than the other one. The so-called "know one's friend and know
the other" can win a hundred battles. As long as this venerable one sees Mo-zongshi's
congratulations in advance, this venerable one can fight back and force him!

But longing to know Mo-zongshi's gift is one thing. How to know it is another profound
knowledge.

He did not expect to be able to communicate with his own soul. Mo-zongshi had no ghost until
he understood him.

Well, if not... Trying to get Chu WanNing to talk like a routine?

No, No.

This idea was quickly rejected by TaXian Jun himself.

Looking back on his past life, Song Qiutong always dressed up for every festival and tried her best
to please him. He came knocking around to find out if his sister Chu had prepared any gifts for
him.

At that time, he was holding an evil fire in his heart. Looking at Song Qiutong's seemingly shrewd
but silly head melon seeds, he spent his whole life of self-cultivation to not shout abuse - what
to do! Ask what! Chu WanNing was not to give this venerable one festival gifts you are satisfied!!!

But each time they did not roar out, but suppressed their anger, grinned and chanted the gloom,
slowly and orderly way: "unexpectedly, the Queen was so concerned about Princess Chu, give
him a gift to see him alike."

Song Qiutong's beautiful face flashed with apprehension. She showed more submissiveness and
charm because of fear, hoping to win the emperor's pity.

So she busily said, "Concubines just can't make up their minds. They want to know about the
wishes of Chu's sister..."

"Oh... Want to know the mind of Chu Fei.” TaXian Jun slowly immersed these words in his lips for
a while. He sneered and looked like a cold sword out of the box.

"So, you want to show that you, the queen, should have no opinions. You want to be a concubine
like him, or you want to be a concubine at all?"

She was so frightened that Song Qiutong staggered and fell to her knees, knocking her head in
succession.

At that time, he only felt disgusted and angry at the same time in his heart, dragon and tiger, bite
and fight. Gong'e, who had witnessed the incident, said that the emperor was moody, but nobody
knew it. Even if Song Qiutong herself did not know it, he was really touched by her. He had been
under house arrest for so long and had only won people, but it seemed that he had never received
hearts.

As for the obedience, obedience and love he longed for, it was more like a nine-day cold moon,
beyond reach.

Even these years, he has not received any Festival ceremony from Chu WanNing. Even when the
snow is deep on New Year's Eve, his secret wish of "Happy New Year" was delusional.
In this way, Song Qiutong pricked his self-esteem and poked at his troubles. To mock him for
having nothing, for receiving nothing, to mock him for being a lonely widow, a poor wretch who
seems to aspire to get what he really wants.——

How dare she... How dare she!!!

The emperor's face turned blue with anger, and Song Qiutong's face turned white with fear. He
looked at her sadly. The truth could not be said quickly, and she had no idea what fault she had
committed.

Neither the emperors nor the empress realized that, in fact, her struggle for favor was lost from
the very beginning.

Yes.

You can't ask Chu WanNing.

After the end of this memory, TaXian Jun became more and more firm in his thinking.

The essence of the competition for favor lies in the light clouds and breeze, which seems to be
indifferent. In fact, it is the most undesirable to jump out and expose your concern at the
beginning.

However, how can we find out Mo-zongshi's actions lightly and indifferently?

There is not much time left for him. Tomorrow will be Chu WanNing's birthday. He has only the
last few hours to win the war of defeat.

In meditation, TaXian Jun saw Goutou running past him chasing a butterfly. The dog perceived
his eyes, and made a sudden stop, tilted over his head, with its usual oblique and oblique eyes
on the former Emperor who was trapped in trouble. Dogs' eyes are full of wisdom and care.

TaXian Jun had a good idea.

Yes!

"Good dog, good dog, come on." Taking advantage of Chu's WanNing to go out to explore the
soul of plants in Nanping Mountain, TaXian Jun took Goutou in his arms, put it on his leg, and
then rubbed his dog's paws with a laugh that he thought was very kind and frightening. "This
venerable one knows that you are the smartest. What this venerable one said should be
understandable."

Goutou: "..."
"This venerable one asks you, do you know that a wooden box was found here a few days ago?"

Goutou: "Whoop..."

"Do you obey me and bring the box to this venerable one? Can you do that?"

"Whoop..." It can't be done.

TaXian Jun's face sank a little, but he still laughed and said, "How about rewarding you with a
meat bone?"

"Wang Wang!" Two!

"Yes, two it is."

As a matter of fact, the man-like dog-like immortal monarch was better at communicating with
his peers than the man-like Mo-zongshi. One man, one dog, could have reached the consensus
of adultery so quickly without being able to speak at all.

"Wow!"

The dog wagged its tail and jumped out of the arms of Taxian Jun. It ran to the depth of some
humble grass. In a short time, it became a traitor of Mo-zongshi. It pulled out the thoughts of
Mo-zongshi into boxes, and sent them to Taxian Jun with mud.

"So fast?"

"Wang Wang Wang!" That's right. You don't want to see who I am.

TaXian Jun was very satisfied, smiling and touching Goutou: "Aiqing is really a good dog, this
venerable one will call you -"

Why didn't Feng think of it? Suddenly he heard familiar footsteps outside the courtyard door. As
soon as TaXian Jun's face changed, he immediately raised his hand and boxed his thoughts into
boxes and received them in his arms in a flash of thunder.

Then he looked back calmly with nothing happening: "Wan Ning is back."

Goutou wagged his tail calmly with nothing happening, flatteringly spitting his tongue at Chu
WanNing.
Chu WanNing, who came back from the mountain tour, looked at the man and the dog, and
always felt that there was a kind of mysterious conspiracy breath running between them: "...
What are you doing?

TaXian Jun quickly turned to the topic: "How was the harem of this venerable one?"

Chu WanNing said, "Your Xiao Cui and Xiao Hong are dead."

"!!!" Taxian Jun was shocked, "What?!"

"In the storm last night, your planted Xiangfei bamboo and red crabapple on the south hillside
were blown down. I told you before that you should not plant them in the windward part of the
rock wall. If you refuse to listen, you can only learn from this lesson."

Taxian Jun was instantly sad, and he quit.

When he arrived to Nanping Mountain, he rushed to pull the grass planted by Chu WanNing
together. Although he had been playing tricks on Wan Ning by calling the flowers and plants his
harem, there were not only concubines in the empress palace, but in fact he was quietly trying
to seal the trees they planted together as princesses and princes.

Now that their children have died, that will he do?

"No! This venerable one is going to take a look!”

"Look at what." Chu WanNing was amused that he was taken seriously. He immediately pulled
him over and said to him, "I have applied magic, and I have connected all the broken flowers and
plants back."

"All ready?"

"It's all ready."

Taxian Jun stared at him, and after a moment, Chu WanNing did not respond, when he suddenly
opened his arms, and firmly embraced him.

"..." Chu WanNing was unexpectedly surrounded by arms embracing his waist embraced. He gave
a sad and helpless laugh, "What are you doing...?"

TaXian jun sat, Chu WanNing stood, and TaXian Jun's head rested on Chu WanNing's abdomen,
wanting to rub against it, but didn't have the face, and finally only muffled: "this venerable one...
Is happy."
This was Chu WanNing's heart. He will be distressed. He expects that all the plants and trees
planted will be destroyed by the wind and rain. He will save them without saying a word. The
withered wood is still in the spring, and his once withered heart, accompanied by Chu WanNing,
gradually has a bright red color, with blood, love and love.

At last he was able to walk carefully into the light.

In order to let the light shine a little more for himself and a little less for Mo-zongshi, TaXian Jun
became more and more firm in his determination to solve the mystery of Mo-zongshi's gift.
Unlike Mo-zongshi, who was very conscious, he refused to admit that they were one, so Mo-
zongshi was not hostile to the other, but he blushed and fought with Mo-zongshi roughly every
day.

TaXian Jun took "the venerable one is in a good mood today, this venerable one cooks in person"
as the reason to shut himself quietly in the kitchen and began to study this idea in the box.

The emperor's experience told him that as long as he could open the box, Mo-zongshi's secret
would be exposed under his eyes.

But the problem is that the box is seamless. How on earth can it be opened?

"Open the box!"

Useless.

"You want it!"

It's still closed.

"Show you this handsome face."

The box stayed motionless.

Taxian Jun tried all kinds of statements, all of which were incomprehensible. At last, he was a
little manic. He planned to harden his palm and split one in two.

He slammed down, only to hear a crash!

The bench under the box was broken.

But the box was still in good condition.

"Funny, this venerable one doesn't believe this evil..." Taxian Jun was angry and called out the
blade to cut it horizontally and vertically for more than twenty knives. But he could not freely
release his spiritual power in the kitchen to prevent the house from being destroyed, so he could
not exert one-tenth of his strength. After half a day of splitting, the box was still safe and sound.

On the contrary, Chu WanNing knocked on the door: "Mo Ran? What are you doing? Why are
there so much noise in it?"

"... Cut stuffing!" TaXian Jun casually said, "I'm making pies!"

Chu WanNing waited for a while: "Bingjian in the day before yesterday's remaining, I had not
used up the wrapping hands."

"Yes, I see."

After answering the voice, TaXian Jun reacted sensibly afterwards - no! Chu WanNing wrapped
hands for Mo-zongshi again?!

Why didn't he!!!

This thought, more angry, feel more unable to let go of Mo-zongshi, never let the other party
invite a contribution on his birthday! That hypocrite, villain!

Strive for favor with him? Why don't you try your best?

Taxian Jun's eyes were covered with a layer of darkness. He stared at the box. His slender and
smooth fingers were rubbing the rough texture on his head. Bad water rose in his heart. He
thought, otherwise... Why don't you just drop this box at the bottom of the cliff?

Isn't it a birthday gift? He could have found a better one for Chu WanNing before sunset today.

He is the emperor of the cultivation world. What can he not do if he wants something unique in
heaven and earth?

Although he was tired of the days when he was a noble king and loved the warmth of returning
to the world again, he always liked to dress up and sniff the fireworks in the mountains. He even
felt that he secretly disguised himself as a "Gou Master" to collect the miscellaneous money,
which was worse than that in the silent and cold palace at that time. The rare treasures presented
should be much more precious and meaningful.

Such a vulgar sweetness is good, but he is reluctant to show his love.

Taxian Jun has a face, especially in order to distinguish himself from the poor Mo-zongshi. Even
if he secretly loved the cabbage and boiled tofu of the farmer's family, he would hum and pretend
that his favorite food is still the grand parade, which is a precious seafood.

This kind of swollen face and fat man's prestige is also good occasionally.

For example, TaXian Jun firmly believes that as long as he risks the risk of being sucked to death
by Chu WanNing, arrogantly returns to the rivers and lakes, and searches for treasures
everywhere, he will be able to quickly find the kind of luxurious and exquisite on the stage, novel
and meaningful congratulations!

Definite!

After this idea had taken root in his mind, Taxian Jun stood up, intending to put away the wooden
box and take it out to throw it away in the afternoon.

But in retrospect, if he really wanted to do so, his recovery conscience was somewhat disturbed.

...Well, that's one less gift for Chu WanNing. What if we can't find a better one? Should Chu
WanNing really like this box and be destroyed by this venerable one, isn't it? Er... Aren't you
coming to make trouble with this venerable one? This venerable one is now his favorite, he will
really make trouble, then what should be done? How to coax? Would it be useless to cajole?

In this way of thinking, he felt a little sad.

Since ancient times, the ruthless emperor's family, once the emperor is in love, he can only fall
into the family with his lover.

Even such a trivial matter, thought Chu WanNing may not be happy, his heart hardened.

This venerable one is not promising!

TaXian Jun sighed in his heart.

But at that moment, he suddenly found a white figure passing by the small window of the wooden
grate. He knew something different and immediately grabbed it, but it ran so fast that he could
only see a small blue lamp held by a white tail. Without seeing its whole picture, it had
disappeared into the grass.

A rolled green lotus leaf was stuffed between the cracks of the window-only wooden fence.

... a ricecake spirit!!

A sudden flash of inspiration in the mind of Taxian Jun suddenly aroused the memory of another
adventure that belonged to him two days ago.

He immediately raised his hand to pull out the lotus leaves left by the rice cake essence, and
smoothed them out by the sunshine sprinkled outside the window. He could not help but be
overjoyed, but then he immediately became angry.

TaXian Jun scolded himself angrily: "Mo Weiyu, how daring you are! How dare you mock this
venerable one!"

Seen only on the lotus leaf, writes a few lines askew:

Good Emperor! I'm the ricecake of the Emperor's personality. I sneaked out of the village to
report to the Emperor. It's a box of thoughts. There's a fairyland in it. Mo-zongshi's personality is
the key to opening the curse. It's called "It's foolish to send gold." I can only help you here! Come
on. You can do it!

Although TaXian Jun did not know what "jigger" meant, he felt that the demon had not learned
the common people's Mandarin well, and there were also some demon words in his speech, but
he understood that the other must be praising himself with his witty mind and context.

This ricecake is very good! He knew the current affairs very well! He intends to make it a master
of Nanping Mountain after it has been accomplished.

Taxian Jun finished thinking like this and paused. In order to accomplish great things, he
suppressed the humiliation which was despised by another man himself and gnashed his teeth
at the wooden box.

"It would be foolish to gift gold."

A golden light flashed and TaXian Jun disappeared in the kitchen.

He was sent into the box too.

Part 5
When Taxian Jun came in, Cake Tyrant was sitting in the hills and rivers that had been built by
Mo Ran, chasing butterflies with his short legs.

When he heard the sound of his arrival, he turned his head at once, almost fell to the ground for
moving too fast, and finally staggered back to his feet. The cake tyrant put out his paws to
straighten out the lotus leaves on his head and shouted, "Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah— small male harvest,
you finally came. I was dying of boredom!"

TaXian Jun stared at it for a moment, and came to the conclusion that it was a foolish ricecake
guard.

So he turned his eyes away.

Then, with his sharp eyes, he looked back and forth at the house thoroughly.

The paradise had not been completed yet, but it was close to. TaXian Jun could fully appreciate
its elegance, flying sparkling flower fields, dwelling between the flower stamens playing piano
and flute, golden flowing lotus pond, tree house twined by vines, shell summer couch in the
courtyard...

The look of the gentleman's face became gloomy.

He knows Chu WanNing. Chu WanNing looks serious but, in fact, he is very curious. He certainly
likes this kind of strange place which does not belong to the mortal world.

The only possible cause of Chu WanNing's dislike is that of Chu WanNing.——

He turned his head and stared at the Tyrant Cake.

When the thin lips were opened and buttoned, Mo Ran asked, "How much is the price here?"

At this time, Tyrant Cake has not responded to the current temperament has changed greatly,
some confused: "silly, silly..."

TaXian Jun wrinkled his long eyebrows and suddenly lifted them up in his palm.

"Eh-"

"Who are you scolding for being silly?"

The net pockets for catching butterflies in the hands of the baker heaven dropped, and his eyes
turned white under the stranglehold of the emperor Taxian. He shook his calves sadly and gave
his substandard Mandarin to the standard: "What, what's the situation?"

TaXian Jun: "........."

It was a misunderstanding. With a cold hum, he loosened his five fingers and threw the monster
back on the ground. Cake Tyrant touched his neck, exhaled heavily, looked up at the man's
apparently hazy face, and suddenly felt the taste.

Ouch?! This is not Mo-zongshi!

They all know that Mo Ran’s personality changes every three days. It has been in exile for a long
time, so they forgot about it. In front of him, this vicious and violent version of Mo-zongshi, who
was kind two days ago, is clearly...

"Ah!" Cake Tyrant uttered a scream and got up and was ready to flee. "Help! He's here!!! He's
not coming back with him!!!!”

He was too scared to stutter.

The two soft ricecake legs of the Cake Tyrant strode hard, closed their eyes and ran hard for half
a day. When they opened a gap and looked out, they realized that they were still there.

"..."

I don't know when, TaXian Jun has turned into a spiritual cage, like a roller water car, which runs
like a hamster for half a day, but has not gone anywhere.

Cake Tyrant swallowed his saliva and turned back trembling, embarrassed and frightened.

"Brother, Brother..."

"Are you looking for death?" "Who is your brother?"

"Emperor, emperor, good!"

TaXian Jun once again: "........."

In order to survive, Cake Tyrant soon succumbed to the lewd authority of TaXian Jun. It tells the
emperor everything about boxes of thoughts in great detail, and tells him the answer he least
wants to know.——
"No, no, no, no, no, no, it's cheap here!"

TaXian Jun fell into silence.

It's not expensive, it's not wasteful, and it's intentional.

How can you compare yourself with a gift like this?

... Damn, luckily he found out earlier, otherwise the birth of WanNing would be in front of him. If
Mo-zongshi really played this card, he would lose.

TaXian Jun's heart way, the opportunity can not be lost no longer come, he must take advantage
of the time is still early, to remove the cover of the field!

His handsome face flickered with blurred shadows. He stared at the landscape dwelling built by
Mo-zongshi and listened to Cake Tyrant nagging.

Cake Tyrant explained, "Everything outside can be used to exchange materials with me, but it's
beautiful inside. Fourth, these building materials are not the best now. You sent them two days
ago to exchange items, all four of them are not worth much money."

"Oh? Really?" TaXian Jun Road, "But this sea of flowers looks very valuable."

"Those four gifts."

TaXian Jun pointed to the pond again: "This pond does not look cheap either."

"The four were exchanged for the best thing you sent."

TaXian Jun raised his ears: "The best thing?"

"Four."

"What is it?" He can afford it, and so can this venerable one, if you will.

When the baker heard his words, his small eyes lit up: "Give me a drop?... Well, then, we like the
coke made by Taxian-jun!”

"..."

He is wrong.

There is one thing in the world that he is almost paranoid and doomed not to be able to afford.

That's what Chu WanNing cooked.

In this respect, Mo-zongshi is different from him. He has not experienced the life and death years
of the Wushan Palace in his previous life, nor in the suffocating loneliness, so madly missed the
dishes that are not delicious but steaming with the heat of the world. Therefore, Mo-zongshi's
craftsmanship of Chu WanNing was never a morbid possession.

On the contrary, Mo-zongshi always wanted to make his cooking recognized by more people, or
by the monsters of mountains and forests, so that Chu WanNing would be happy, and he would
be happy too.

So he heard that Cake Tyrant liked to eat the coke made by Chu WanNing. In fact, he was very
willing to share it.

But TaXian Jun is different.

TaXian Jun is like a person who has been hungry for ten years and poor for ten years. He occupies
all the cooking food of Chu WanNing in revenge. Even if it is unpalatable, he will swallow it
hungrily and thirstily. He has a stomachache and is unwilling to share it with others. The most
exaggerated thing is that once Chu WanNing had nothing to do to wrap five pieces of bamboo
flat handwriting, originally thought of putting them away and eating slowly, enough to eat for
half a month.

As a result, TaXian Jun knew that he was going to cut back to another state the next day. In order
to avoid cheapening another himself, he really ate half a month's handwriting before the time of
his son arrived.

Then Master Jimo lay in bed for three days.

So when he heard that the Baker was so covetous, he immediately angrily said, "Don't even think
about it!" Chu WanNing made coke can only be eaten in this venerable one! "

Cake Tyrant looked at him with tears in his eyes.

"It's no use crying!"

Cake Tyrant sadly wiped his eyes with his paws and claws: "Whoop..."

The emperor is indeed a bad, bad thing!

Since coke could not be replaced, TaXian Jun began to make other ideas.

"Tell this venerable one, besides coke, what else can I give you for more exquisite and valuable
monster utensils?"
Cake Tyrant choked, did not want to answer, but had to answer: "... The emperor and the
emperor can first grope for themselves and try four things for a change.

TaXian Jun frowned: "Mo-zongshi tried it like this?"

"Well." Ba Tian bowed grievantly. "You used your clothes the first two days and changed into a
flower field."

"So... So he took off his clothes... He murmured, pinched his chin and thought for a while, feeling
that he could not lose to himself.

So he also took off his robe and handed it to Cake Tyrant.

"This is the dress of this venerable one. Take a good look at it and see what you can change?"

Cake Tyrant held up his clothes and looked up and down for half a day, but he did not speak for
half a day. Just when TaXian Jun was a little impatient, he hesitated to poke half of his head
against the lotus leaf from behind his clothes.

"Emperor, change, change the forest is not my own decision, four rules, if the exchange of rough
things is not your intention, can you stop pinching my neck..."

"Say less nonsense, what on earth can I change?!"

The voice of cakes and bullies is like mosquitoes singing: "... Keep natural, pollution-free and
pollution-free... Wash, wash water..."

TaXian Jun thought he had misheard, "Foot wash water?"

"Four... Four washes of hanging water..." Cake tyrant looked like a weeping day, and then he said,
"three days in a wash, in March, nourish the essence of natural herbs. You, you will be more
powerful, stronger and more powerful than now."

When he was stiff, he looked like the bottom of a pot and said angrily, "I'm sorry to hear that."
Do you want to die?!"

"Whoop no! I don't want to!!!! Batiao Tian shook his head and burst into tears.

"Why can he change the sea of flowers? My change is washing water! Do I look like I need this
kind of thing? Ah??!"

"Whoop you don't need!"

"Think of something else! Can you change for another one?'

"No..."

On TaXian Jun's horrible eyes, Cake Tyrant cried out repeatedly: "No. 4 I can decide, we also have
rules of the demon clan!"

"What rules cannot be changed? You are so absurd, believe it or not, this venerable one killed
you!"

"It's useless for you to throw me away. You've also gone around my guide!"

"You...!"

TaXian Jun choked and suppressed his anger.

"All right, forget it!" In the face of great events, endure the sea and the sky for a while.

He also pointed to this cake to defeat his opponent Mo-zongshi.

So he swallowed a lot of dirty words and tried to be calm, but he gritted his teeth and asked,
"Then tell this venerable one immediately what you want to get in order to change it." He pointed
to the field that had been built almost. "Better materials than these?"

"I, I can't be wordy..." the baker choked.

The emperor of Taxian jumped violently and broke through his muscles. He said angrily, "Never
say that this venerable one really cuts you!"

"Whoop!"

No way out.

In order not to be knocked flat to make sweet-scented osmanthus candy ricecake and eat out,
the Cake Tyrant had to sit on the stump, choking, and began to reveal the replacement tips to
TaXian Jun.

It took half a day in its pocket with its plump little short hand, pulled out a tattered little book of
bark, and handed it to TaXian Jun grievantly. Where else was there a little swaggering in front of
Mo-zongshi? TaXian Jun was not polite either. He took the book and turned two pages.

"Goddess of the Flower... This is not good. You can't be glad at Chu WanNing."
"Supreme cook... It's not interesting either. The craftsmanship of this venerable one is much
better than that of the cook. No one else has to do it."

Frowning disdainfully for half a day, TaXian Jun was suddenly attracted by one of them.

"Flowering rain - a cloud, will float over the pastoral courtyard after acquisition, constantly
sprinkle petals down."

TaXian Jun, who has a delicious taste, read the praise of the festival and said, "Okay, this is good,
how can I change this?"

The cake tyrant stretched out his paws weakly and turned a page for him.

Behind it was written the following words:

Exchange terms: living people.

TaXian Jun suddenly opened his eyes: "Living people? Live sacrifice?"

"... Don't think, think so bloodily.” The cake tyrant buzzed and said, "Just grab someone and shut
them inside the box... Close in, it rains, let go, it rains, it stops. Very literary and civilized!"

"Then why shut people in?"

Cake Tyrant poked his soft little finger with some embarrassment: "Because there is no other
person in the box, in fact, the fourth year cake in our village can run around with the door, grab
and catch them, so that everyone can visit."

"You demons, visitors?"

Cake Tyrant continued to rub his hands with embarrassment: "Four or four ah."

"That's a great story! How could this venerable one do such absurd things! "

Cake Tyrant: "You can also not change these, these things for living people, are the highest, but
you can also change a level of..."

"Wait a minute."

As soon as TaXian Jun heard the highest level, he raised his hand and interrupted it. "Are all the
living people the best?"

"Yes, yes."
TaXian Jun snapped shut the bark book and embraced his arms with righteousness and
righteousness.

"Whom are you going to catch?"

Chu WanNing thought Mo Ran was abnormal these days.

First it was Mo-zongshi, staying awake in the middle of the night, lying naked on the ground and
pressing Goutou.

Then it was Taxian Jun. He confined himself mysteriously in the kitchen for half a day, saying that
he was going to make pie, but when lunch time came, he didn't even send out the flour. When
he asked him what he had been doing for so long, he answered that he was thinking about life.

What is more odd is that TaXian Jun only appears once in three days. He likes to be entangled
with him most on weekdays. Although he occasionally goes downhill in the daytime and makes
some secrets of his own, he will come before dinner, and he always carries a jar of good wine or
a box of snacks in his hand. Don't be embarrassed and hand them to him.

But today is different. They did not eat the pie at noon, boiled some noodles, and then Taxian
Jun said he had to go out.

Chu WanNing asked, "What do you want to eat in the evening? Let me do it."

TaXian Jun hesitated for a moment. It seemed that he was engaged in a fierce ideological struggle.
At last, he said abnormally, "No, this venerable one will come back very late tonight. You don't
have to wait. Go to bed earlier."

Chu WanNing open his phoenix eyes wide.

This is...

Seven years itch?

But seven years don't seem to have arrived, or has it passed?

—— That's it. Chu WanNing completely forgot that his birthday was coming.

But in fact, for the former Chu WanNing, birthdays were not a particularly beautiful thing. When
he was a child and was with Huai Zhiu in Wubei Temple, in the first few years, he would
deliberately give him some small things to play with and pastries on this day. Every time, he was
very happy, holding a wooden sword or a sweet snack, looking at the monk, smiling and saying
“thank you, shizun. Shizun treats me very well.”

Huai Zhui’s look at that time seemed to be pricked somewhere.

But at that time, Chu WanNing did not know that he was bearing the pain of guilt inside.

Later, from a certain year on, the Huai Zhui suddenly stopped giving him birthday gifts. Of course,
snacks and other things often happened. The monk would pull them out by magic from his broad
and elegant sleeves, but not necessarily stick to the day of his birthday.

Chu WanNing thought that if he grew up, he would not celebrate his birthday every year.

He asked if it was true to cherish sin. After a while, he looked at the evergreen giant cypress in
the Zen Temple all the year round and touched the head of Tanning. He said, "Yes, Tanning is
very big. In a few years, it will be a weak crown."

At that time, he did not look into his eyes. When he said these words, he kept looking at the
twilight sun.

A bright red reflection on the horizon was in the monk's eyes.

Like blood.

Chu WanNing had no reason to feel guilty. His face was very complex. He was not deep in the
world. He had seen many words only in books, but he never found concrete expression in his life.
At that moment, he seemed to realize that his guilty face was half cruel and half sad.

He didn't know why Master had such an expression when he mentioned his weak crown, but he
just felt blocked and saddened by the sorrow of being guilty.

He stood up, while the guilty man was still sitting next to him. He had the courage to touch the
guilty man's bald head and coax the great monk in front of him clumsily.

"Master, don't be unhappy. When I am weak, I will give you my birthday."

There was a stiffness of guilt and then a drop in the head.

Chu did not see his face in the shadows at that time.

Half a time with guilt, he laughed hoarsely and said, "No grown-up man can live this day... It's
only a child.“ After a pause, Chu WanNing got up before he could say more.
The broad monk's robes and gowns floated in the evening breeze. At that time, the monk's figure
was so tall. When he stood up, he covered all the oblique sunshine bloodstains that fell on Chu
WanNing.

"It's not too early. There's something to go out for the teacher. You... Hello, late study."

He left without looking back.

Later, after a long period of more than 20 years, Chu WanNing never received a sentence of
"Happy Birthday". No one ever wished him another year, wishing him well for the rest of his life.

Until returning to Nanping.

Until this time, he finally had his own life stability, Mo Ran will sincerely read his birthday, want
to make up for the past years. Unfortunately, this concern is too late. Chu WanNing has been
used to being forgotten in the loneliness of the past.

He was used to forgetting himself.

Yuheng elder, who can't remember the "birthday" at all, frowned in the courtyard and fell into
deep thought. What happened to Mo Ran?

Is there anything he's been unhappy about lately?

Or is there something big going on outside?

Otherwise, no matter whether it was Mo-zongshi or Taxian Jun, they were both very strange
these days...
Part 6
Not yet.

Four hours before Chu WanNing's birthday.

Taxian Jun steadily landed on the beams of the study on the lonely moonlit night, and could not
help shouting cheers for himself in his heart. Time is so tight that only he can move freely
between heaven and earth. After all, Royal Sword can not be so fast, and can not travel around
the world in a short time, but he is different, he will be able to space teleportation.

Taxian Jun was too proud of himself.

"All over the sky, rain and clouds, need to capture the level of human beings `Esais'- ginger,
evening Cen, ginger Tibetan Gate, in order to exchange." Tyrant Cake’s words were still in his
ears.

And I was very vigilant and serious at that time and asked, "What is the level of 'Essex'?"

"Then there are four demons." "Cake Ba Heavenly Way," on the four verbose, not hard to catch,
four by our demon clan labeled as the thinning of human beings.

Hard to catch?

Taxian Jun gave a cold hum in his heart.

It depends on who gets out of the horse. For him, it's not difficult to catch Jiang's night sinking.

He looked down from the girders painted with gold and vermilion. Jiang was so happy and quiet
at night that he hated being in contact with people. Therefore, there was no boy in the room. He
was alone, sitting by the window, reading books.

Jiang Xi has been badly injured since the war and has been in poor health. He was originally a
man of manly stature and dignity, but he spent months on his bed and lost a lot of weight. Now
he is still very thin, but his appearance is so pale that he is somewhat lacking in authority and
shows some morbid decadence and beauty.

But beauty is beautiful. Although Taxian Jun's aesthetics is not faulty, he knows that Jiang Yechen
is a rare beauty, but what's more, he has seen more beautiful people in his life, and he has not
learned to pity the jade.
Taxian Jun, who did not know how to pity Xianyu, looked at Jiang Yechen for a while, finally found
an angle, took out the box in his arms, and clicked open the wooden box.——

"Go ahead, you'll have everything in your mind!"

He threw it down like a rainbow and hit the melon seeds in the back of Jiang Xi's head.

In his imagination, the moment the box touches Jiang Xi's head, Jiang Xi should send out a white
light, then the "whip" is absorbed by the box quickly, the lid "bang" is closed quickly, the box
vibrates and struggles, and finally ends in calm.

Then he recaptured Essex's level of ginger nightfall and could get the clouds.

Unfortunately, when the wooden box was about to touch Jiang Xi, the seemingly sick door of
Jiang Zhang suddenly disappeared and swept away. The broad blue and gold clothes on the door
flowed with silk and satin, and instantly flashed into the middle of the study.

Perfect evasion!

Things fell to the ground in a box, and Jiang Xi stared at it and raised her head gloomily. "What
are you doing?" she said.

Before the word "man" was spoken, Taxian Jun walked down from the beams and waved his
palm. He summoned a scarlet chain of spiritual power and swept straight towards Jiangxi.

Jiang Xi's face changed and her sleeves swept back to avoid the second attack.

Taxian Jun sneered and said, "Okay, one or two but three. The third time I see you can still run
away?"

The so-called "twelve but three" is actually the first recovery of Jiang Zhangmen's serious illness,
who was bullied by Xianjun. Jiang Xi had dealt with him in his last life, and he did a lot of tricks
under his hands. Finally, he was subdued to violence. But at the moment, Jiang Xi was caught off
guard, never killed her breath, and she was still very weak.

Under such circumstances, it is impossible to avoid the third attack of Taxian Jun.

When the scarlet chain struck again, Jiang Xi could have flicked away, but there was a sudden
sweetness in his throat, which just flickered so fast that his sickness surged up and he couldn't
help choking.

A master will lose if he makes a mistake.

Jiang nightfall was instantly locked in a chain, lost his center of gravity, and suddenly fell to the
ground.

He gasped, raised his apricot eyes, stared at the past fiercely, but when he saw the face of Taxian
Jun, he was shocked: "... Is it you?

"Don't worry, this venerable one won't kill— "

Before he had finished speaking, he heard Jiang Xi angrily say, "Who sent you to humiliate me?"

"How did this venerable one humiliate you?" Taxian Jun said curiously.

Jiang Xi couldn't break the rope and turned blue with anger. "Did Xue Meng send you here?"

Taxian Jun was even more surprised: "What is the relationship with Xue Meng? What festivals do
you have with him? Why does he humiliate you?"

Jiang Xi bit her thin lips and stopped talking. A few slightly disordered forehead hair hung over
his icy pale face. A pair of apricot eyes stared at him in the dark light in the corner of the study.

"... Pop, wait a minute." Taxian Jun frowned and found that things were not simple. "Why did this
venerable one suddenly feel that your eyes are a little familiar with ah?" It seems that there's
somebody like you..."

Jiang Xi was stiff. She immediately turned her face, closed her eyes and stopped talking.

Taxian Jun habitually stretched out his hand to break off his face, but before his fingertips
touched Jiang Xi's chin, he suddenly thought that it was not appropriate. This action was
somewhat ambiguous. Although he had no other intention but to observe Jiang Yechen's eyes
again, he would probably be unhappy if he wished to know in the evening.

So he quickly took back his hand and wiped his fingertips exaggeratedly on his clothes to prove
his innocence.

Forget it, who does Jiang Xi look like? Anyway, he is not interested in Jiang Yesheng's affairs.

Grab it and grab it! Put Jiang Xi in a sack and add color clouds to it!

With this in mind, Taxian Jun turned his suspicion into joy, raised his fingertips and directed Jiang
Xi across the chain of spiritual power, drifting in the direction of thinking things into boxes.

How did Jiang Xi ever receive such treatment? "Let me down!" he said angrily.
Taxian Jun did not listen at all. After commanding the chain, he put his arms around him and
laughed playfully. "When you go in, let you go down. The space inside is very wide. You can rest
assured that this venerable one is not interested in you. Tomorrow, you finish your task, and the
day after tomorrow, this venerable one will set you free."

"You look for death!!!"

Jiang Xi's nose was so angry that she wanted to scold again, but she was chained to the wooden
box. The chain circled behind him and poked him on the back.

"Come in, you."

"You...!" Jiang Xi scolded half, suddenly turned the whole into a ray of light, and was absorbed
into a box of thoughts by the instantaneous powerful evil spirit.

Taxian Jun was so proud that he bent over and picked up the wooden box and snorted, "Revolt
against this venerable one? It's not like you have to put your hands together.

Just after saying this, he suddenly heard footsteps outside the study, Taxian Jun for a meal.

Who?

Come and stop at the door, tap softly two times, gentle way: "Father, decoction is ready, you
should drink medicine."

Oh... Is it Jiang Yechen's cheap son? Taxian Jun restrained to smile, which can be a little
troublesome, to let dry son see that he tied his father, not to fight with himself?

Although he was happy to fight, it was important to prepare gifts for Chu Wanning's birth. If we
can't fight, we should take the best course.

Taxian Jun thought that before the other party came in, he opened the transmission array and
sent himself to the nearby Yangzhou Port.

Outside the study on the lonely moonlit night, Jiang Xi's adopted son knocked on the door for
half a day without a response, frowned for a moment, hesitated, and coughed softly. "Please
forgive the presumption of the younger generation." Raise your hand and squeak open the door.

After entering the door, he opened his gentle eyes in astonishment and said, "My righteous
father?"

I saw only an empty room, a volume of books lying in front of the window, marking the ink was
not dry, and Jiang Xi did not know where to go.
No time

There are still three hours to go before Chu Wanning's birthday.

Because of the crowding of people in the streets and alleys, he grabbed the roof of Yangzhou City
and took a nap beside the lofty top of Wenfeng Pagoda, where he leaped to the top of Wenfeng
Pagoda with golden pink and fluttered clothes.

Down here, you can see the streets far away. It's near evening, pedestrians are knitting on the
road, but the top of the tower is very clear.

He yawned, put his arm behind his head, fell on the tile top and looked at the gradually burning
clouds in the sky. Very well, Jiang Xi had caught them, and there were flying flowers in the box.
Chu Wanning must have liked them.

It's too early for him to catch a few more so-called "Essex" people.

With this in mind, Taxian Jun reached into his skirt and found an old bark pamphlet of Baba, with
a few twisted words on the title page, "Outline of Ethnic Observation". He turned it over and
squinted at a few.

"Esais is quite a lot." As he watched, he touched his chin and murmured to himself, "But the
writing is too incomplete. It only shows the monks who want to observe Nian Cake, but it doesn't
say what they can change if they catch it."

But then he thought, that's okay. Anyway, the cake tyrant said that all these high-level people
can get is good stuff. They have energy. They just keep people in cages. This business is not bad.

"Jiang Xi, Ma Yun, Xuan Ji elder..." Looking at each other, I suddenly saw myself and Chu Wanning
were among them.

Taxian Jun was a little angry. He thought that these rogue officials and thieves dared to observe
the emperor and the Beidou immortal. What a bold man! But on second thought, if there were
no two of them, they would be looked down upon.

With this in mind, Taxian Jun was angry again.

He roughly read all the people in the booklet "Es Ais", and thought, "This is the nearest Peach
Bud Villa. It's better to grab Ma Yun in first and see what can be changed."

As soon as he said that he would do it, he flew down the pagoda immediately, intending to
capture the second rare people at Taobao Villa.
But before he opened the space transmission array, he heard a familiar voice behind him: "Hey?
Isn't this Mo-xiong?

Taxian Jun was shocked. He went out in a cloak. Who was so eyesore that a blurred figure could
tell his identity?

He suddenly turned around and saw a handsome man with long pale golden hair and Jasper eyes
standing outside the painted yellow courtyard wall of Wenfeng Monastery. His skin was a pale
ivory color, whiter than the magnolia tree out of the courtyard wall.

A blonde man with deep facial features, lips and hands on his back, leaned against the temple
wall and looked at him with a smile.

"Coincidentally, I didn't expect to find Mo-xiong in Yangzhou."

"Snow in plum?"

Mei Hanxue smiled and said, "Well, long time no see."

Taxian Jun did not like Mei Hanxue. He was stabbed by Xue Meng in his last life. Xue Meng could
ignore it, but he was still unhappy with Mei Hanxue, a fellow who was angry with Xue Meng.

But besides Chu Wanning, he was not very interested in other people, and did not understand
Mei Hanxue brothers. He could not immediately distinguish the twins from their expressions and
gestures.

So he wrinkled his brows and swept his eyes. When he saw that there was only a blonde man
here, he asked, "Are you big or small?"

"..." Mei Hanxue is very clever. Naturally, he is different from Taxian Jun. In a word, with a few
expressions, he knows that he has mistaken his personality.

I am afraid this is the personality of Emperor Taxian in his previous life, not the personality of
Mo-zongshi, which he is familiar with.

If I knew it, I would not say hello.

But now that the voice has come out, Mei Hanxue has to smile, but the enthusiasm in his eyes
has faded a lot. He answered, "I haven't asked Mo-xiong whether he is old or young. Why did
Mo-xiong first ask me whether I am big or small?"

"What's old? You are the old one!" said the emperor.
Mei Hanxue shook his head and laughed, "How can you be alone in Yangzhou? What about Chu-
zongshi, is he not with you?”

This reminds him of a meal of TaXian Jun.

He came to Yangzhou to catch Jiangxi.

Jiangxi is Ais. It can turn clouds into clouds.

Hey... Wait a minute. Mei Hanxue is Essex too!

Taxian Jun's eyes are bright. It seems that before he goes to catch Ma Yun, he can catch another
rare one first.

"..." Mei Hanxue is very good at observing his words and looks. When he sees his different
appearance, he can't help stepping back and vigilantly wanted to take out his weapons. However,
Taxian Jun moved faster than he did, like a black flash of illumination coming close to him.

"Mo-xiong, you --!"

Before Mei Hanxue could say more, he could see that Taxian Jun opened an ugly wooden box
and pressed it against his head.

"What is it?"

Taxian Jun said, "Put your sack on!"

"Mo-xiong --!"

A golden flash flashed.

Mei Hanxue disappeared.

Taxian Jun quickly covered the box, the handsome face showed a malicious smile, purple and
black eyes flashed the light of ambition, triumphantly said: "Grab another one."

Two.

Where can Mo-zongshi's small wood, small shells and small flowers compare with his Ais ethnic
group? Only when Mo-zongshi wins his favor this time can he be a ghost!

He shook the box satisfactorily, opened the transmission array and went to Taobao Villa to catch
the third person, Ma Yun.
.

At the same time, inside the box of thoughts.

Mei Hanxue was suddenly snatched in and fell on his knees unsteadily. He got up from the
ground, coughed, dusted his robe and looked around with blue eyes.

As far as he can see, there were mountains and rivers, fairylands, trees and grass are different
from the rest of the world. Flowers are floating in the sky, lotus ponds are flowing with gold,
houses are exquisite and magnificent, and there is also a large field of flowers with the sound of
tinkling elegant music.

This place... is... Where?

He looked at it suspiciously, and suddenly saw a man lying on the ground, shackled by chains,
humiliated on the ground, stained with dust and unable to move. However, Mei Hanxue had been
with numerous people and was very sensitive to good looks. Even though he was very confused
and far away at the moment, he still knew that he was a very beautiful person by looking at his
silhouette alone.

Why?

This beauty… is... Who?

Part 7
At present, Mei Hanxue always pays attention to her appearance. He brushed the dust off his
body, raised his hand and tied up some messy blonde hair, pulled up a neater ponytail behind
him to make sure he was not so messy, so he cautiously went to the unfortunate ghost lying on
the ground in the distance.

It's not that Mei Hanxue is too calm to be sent to a strange place and cares so indifferently about
whether his clothes are wrinkled, his hair is untidy and his partner is beautiful.

It is because he knows that Mo Ran is now under the control of Chu Wanning. It is impossible for
him to do anything harmful to nature and reason. Besides, there is no evil and murderous spirit
in this place - except for the sad lady lying there.

However, as he approached, he could see more clearly the face of the "beauty" and suddenly
opened his blue eyes.

Although it’s dull again, Mei Hanxue was somewhat surprised: "Jiang... Lord?"

Jiang Xi was tightly bound and frowned. He was really a pig. He was so glad to have thrown him
in. He forgot to spell it out for him.

Mei Hanxue was speechless for a moment. She quickly walked over and half knelt down to check
Jiangxi's condition.

Taxian Jun's chain is the kind that the other side struggles and gets tighter. Jiang Xi's noble person,
of course, has never suffered such humiliation, and has been trying to break it, but the result is
extremely tight. Mei Hanxue noticed that his wrist, which is tied back, has been worn even skin,
deep red marks.

"... Lord Jiang?

More disturbing is that Jiang Xi may have been ill and failed to take medicine in time, so at this
time he had already passed out. Ren Meihan-xue called him several times, and he did not show
any signs of waking up.

Mei Hanxue can't help feeling frustrated. Alas, when I went out today, I really didn't see the
Huang Calendar. How could I encounter such troubles?

To be honest, Mei Hanxue is somewhat hostile to Jiangxi. At the foot of the SiSheng Peak, because
he could not bear to see Jiang Xi's willingness to accompany those who condemned the summit
of death and life, he sneered at Jiang Xi. Mei Hanxue had always been light and breezy. He could
not understand Jiang Xi's persistence in power, let alone the way that Jiang Xi was restrained and
put up in a high cabinet when he became the Lord of the Ten Gates School.

What's more, Xue Meng and Jiang Xi have always been out of line, and the relationship always
seems to be somewhat delicate.

Mei Hanxue is naturally close to Xue Meng, so I don't like Jiang Xi more and more. Otherwise,
how could a person with exquisite heart like him before give a cold face to the world's richest
man and respectful master so clearly?

Mei Hanxue has some headaches.

Why did Jiang Xi fall unconscious?

No way, no one left or right, he had to take care of it.

Mei Hanxue raised her hand and probed the neck of Jiangxi's collar, which was overlapping. She
felt that the pulsation was extremely disordered, and the skin touched was burning fiercely.

Mei Hanxue's heart is not good. He stops and calls out:

"Wake up."

"..."

"Lord Jiang, wake up soon!"

There was no movement.

Mei Hanxue was not optimistic, so he had to sit down on his knees and take his wrist pulse to
give him the Kunlun Snow-treading Therapy for a while to ease, but once his spiritual power was
lost, Mei Hanxue felt the chaotic Yanyang bumping in Jiangxi's body, which was a kind of fierce
magic gas running around him.

Jiang Zunzhu was seriously injured during the war. Although he barely recovered his life, his body
gradually became abnormal.

That's what I think.

Fortunately, Mei Hanxue was able to heal the water system. After pressing his dry fire for a while,
Jiang Xi finally slowed down a little.
He frowned slightly, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and slowly opened his apricot eyes.

The eyes looked very loose, everything inside was chaotic, and seemed to be suppressing
something. Jiang Xi half opened for a moment, closed her eyes again, and in his high voice, tired
and tired, "Medicine..."

Mei Hanxue said helplessly, "There is no medicine."

Hearing his voice, Jiang Xi was still drowsy at the beginning, but after a while, he suddenly came
to his senses. He suddenly opened his eyes and coughed in a hurry.

"You... Why are you?

"Otherwise who do you think it is?"

When Mei Hanxue asked this question, he realized it first. He looked at Jiang Xi's appearance
when she was just awakened, and his tone of command was taken for granted. Ninety-nine times
out of ten, she burned her head and regarded herself as someone on his lonely moonlit night.

"I thought you were..." Jiang Xi's dry and pale lips moved, trying to say something, but a wave of
evil fire came up, forcing him to shiver slightly, and cold sweat soaked his underwear. Suddenly
he closed his eyes, snapped his lower lip, and tried to suppress something.

Mei Hanxue knows that he always loves the limelight, likes face and does not want to be
embarrassed.

He must be very uncomfortable to look like that in front of his younger generation.

Although Mei Hanxue did not like him, he did not hate him. Besides, Mei Hanxue was always
kind-hearted and did not like to see people suffer, especially beauty suffer.

In her heart, Jiang Xi hates it.

But good looks are really good.

Mei Hanxue sighed and asked, "Lord Jiang, can you sit up?" I'll get you through the cold. You
should be more comfortable."

He wanted to help him.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Xi's shoulder had not been touched before he was violently torn away.
Jiang Xi gasped and raised her eyes at once. The apricot eyes were bright and moist. They were
like beasts trapped in cages. They were painful and vigilant. He said hoarsely:"... Don't touch me."

"..."

"Get out of my way... Ten feet away... No, the farther the better."

Mei Hanxue said silently, "But you are sick..."

Jiang Xi's forehead was wet and sweaty, and her neck and carotid arteries were beating suddenly.
She said angrily, "Do you have any medicine?"

"... No."

"That's not going to go yet?!"

"..."

Mei Hanxue had nothing to say. He thought Jiang Xi was really a wonderful flower. After a while,
he talked rationally and not at all. Before that, he also talked to Xue Meng. After a while, he was
very fierce and after a while, he was okay. This man was really... Somehow...

The atmosphere of plum snow and Jiangxi is stiff here. On the roof, Cake Butian Cola blossoms,
hiding under lotus leaves and peeping. Good wife! Yes, there are two Es to watch! It needs to
look quietly to see if they can fight or not!

Yeah, look in the dark!

As long as it is silent, no one can find it, BAHA ha ha ha!!

Not yet.

There are still two hours to go before Chu Wanning's birth.

Xue Meng sat in the palace of Danxin Hall and stared at the unexpected rain.

"What do you mean? I don't understand you."

Taxianjun also turned a wicker which had just been broken from Taobao Villa - when it was really
cheap to pick up passengers, he went to catch people, but rushed to empty, the owner of the
villa went out to swim in the clouds, not in the villa.
Taxian Jun thought for a moment, the rest of the "Es Ah", or Xue Meng had better catch, or even
do not catch, deception can be.

So he turned around and came to the SiSheng Peak.

Xue Meng stared at him. "What is it that you invite me to play in the box? Are there any mistakes?
I have a lot of things on hand. How can I play with you?

Taxianjun mysteriously said, "this venerable one guarantees that you will be surprised when you
go in."

Xue Meng was upset when he was approving the files. He had no good way to say, "Mo Ran, do
you have -"

Before the word "sickness" was uttered, Xue Meng thought unexpectedly, oh, no!

His birthday is approaching. Mo Ran asked him what gift he wanted before.

So is this ugly box just like...

Congratulations???

Xue Meng looked down at the wooden box on the table between them and turned angry.

Mo Ran said, after entering there is a surprise, that must be his birthday gift! It's too bad that I
didn't react immediately and I didn't have a good temper towards ink.

With this in mind, Xue Meng could not help feeling embarrassed and embarrassed.

"Cough..." He coughed softly and said, "You're too... It's too early."

"Morning?" Taxianjun was stunned for a moment. He didn't know what he was talking about, but
he responded quickly and kindly, "No sooner, no sooner. It's too late. Get in now."

Xue Mengba made a couple of mouths, peered at the box secretly and tried to refuse it again
with restraint, but his curiosity was strong and he still had the upper hand in hesitation.

Xue Meng, who couldn't help smiling, said, "Xie Lao Ge, then I'll go in."

"?"

Although Taxianjun does not know why, as long as Xue Meng can go in, it is good.

He immediately blushed and said, "You're welcome, please!"

When Xue Meng also turned into a golden light and disappeared, Taxian Jun clicked on the lid of
the box and was very happy -- "the third one."

Only a few hours later, he caught the rare people Jiangxi, Meihanxue, Xue Meng, and the emperor
Taxian was still young.

In two hours, he can catch it again!

Xuan Ji and the corrupt wolf on the top of death and life are also the people of "Es Ais". These
two can't be let go either!

With great ambition, Taxianjun gathered the wooden boxes into the skirts of his robes, put on
his cloak and headed for the residence of the elders.

At this time, the mind is in the box.

Xue Meng stared at everything in front of him, the golden running water, the Yale fields, the rain
and the ice crystal windmill.

However, all the wonderful scenery can not shake the two people in the courtyard.

Mei Hanxue, the elder brother of Kunlun Taxue Palace, kneels half in front of Jiang Yechen, Jiang
Zhangmen, on the lonely moon night in Yangzhou. He is frowning and talking to him. Jiang Xi...

Xue Meng took a cool breath.

Mei Hanxue actually locked Jiangxi with a chain!

Jiang Xi seems to have been cruelly tortured! His face looks so ugly, his forehead is messy, his
cheeks are sweaty and his eyes are flushed. That's what it is.——

Xue Meng suddenly shouted, "Mei Hanxue! What are you doing?!"

Mei Hanxue looked back blankly. When he saw Xue Meng striding towards himself, he felt his
nose. Before he was surprised and greeted Xue Meng, he was picked up by Xue Meng with one
hand and his skirt on the ground.

Xue Meng pointed at Jiang Xi with another finger, pushed his nose and face, and said to Mei
Hanxue, "Who made you do this? You let him go!!!!

Mei Hanxue: "???"

"No, Xue Zhangmen, don't be so excited..."

"Although Jiang Yechen is not a human being, it's not your turn to clean up! Why did you tie him
up?"

Mei Hanxue was shocked for a moment and thought it over. He couldn't help laughing and pulling
his sleeve: "Xue Ziming... You are really... Well, what are you thinking about? What am I doing
with him?"

In response to him was Xue Meng's angry punch: "How do I know what you tied him up to do?"
I'm not as perverted as you are! You still don't let go?!"

"..." Mei Hanxue was scolded for pervert without any reason, and felt very wronged.

Brother, he wants to let it go. Question chain is tied by the immortal monarch, who can untie it?

Just now, Xue Meng and Mei Hanxue were quarrelling with each other, while Jiang Xi closed her
eyes and didn't want to look at them. Suddenly, outside the courtyard, there were two loud
noises.

Xue Meng turned his head and was shocked again. "Elder Xuan Ji, elder corrupt wolf?"

It was Xuan Ji with a blank face and the angry wolf who appeared in the box of thoughts.

"Why did you come in?"

Tan Lang scolded angrily, "It's not the man who burns the ink. Without saying a word, take a
broken box and press it on the forehead of both of us. He's looking for death!"

Xuan Ji sighed, "Then we are here."

Xue Meng: "..."

Xuan Ji looked around and asked, "Where is this?" Lord, why are you here? And Mei Xianjun and
Jiang..." Seeing Jiang Xi bound by chains, Xuan Ji's face suddenly changed and he was surprised
and said, "Ah, Lord Jiang?!"

That's all right. The head of the world's largest faction was tied up in such a humiliating way and
thrown between the fields. There are still people on top of death and life around. What should
we do with this account?

Mei Hanxue, the only one who is not at the SiSheng Peak, touched his nose and said, "I was also
transported by my brother Mohist. Although this Lord Jiang Zunzhong was reluctant to talk to
me, he should have been captured here by his brother Mohist. That's right." Suddenly he looked
at the corrupt wolf elder and said, "Your excellency is the elder who is healed at the top of death
and life."

Tan Lang said angrily, "What's the matter?"

Mei Hanxue said, "Lord Jiang seems to be in a bad condition. I am an amateur. I only slowed down
a little. Please help him to heal his wounds."

Unexpectedly, Jiang Xi's face turned pale and immediately stopped, "No need."

"But you..."

"Take another time to simmer the fragrance." Jiang Xi closed her eyes, slightly moved her throat
knot and slowly breathed in the wet air. "I'll be fine by myself... Not Raul and so on."

Since Jiang Xi had to persist in this way and refused to let anyone touch him, others had no choice
but to let him go.

Mei Hanxue and Xue Meng walked through the world created by boxes of thoughts. Mei Hanxue
asked, "Why did you come in?"

Xue Mengganba said, "Because this is a birthday gift from Mo Ran to me."

Mei Hanxue was surprised: "Birthday Congratulations?... But your birthday hasn't arrived yet?"

"Send it off early." Xue Mengdao, looking at the landscape and pastoral. Since Xuan Ji and Tan
Lang came in, there suddenly appeared stars shining all over the sky. Although it was dusk, the
nebulae formed by these magic powers were still shining. In the field, there are also many
fragrant flowers, sniffing at the tip of the nose, sweet and pleasant, unlike the common flavor.

"The place is a good place." Xue Meng said, "I don't know why he wants to catch you all."

Mei Hanxue thought for a moment, "Maybe I want to be lively and celebrate your birthday?"

Xue Meng, tired of walking, sat on the ridges of the fields and watched the rolling golden wheat
waves, the flying willow catkins and the vast sky.

Xue Zhengyong started from scratch. When Xue Meng was very young, he was very embarrassed
at the top of his life and death for some time, but even so, his parents never made up for his
birthday.
Almost every year, he is surrounded by praise, favor and congratulations. Xue Zhengyong always
gives him the best things he can. Mrs. Wang will cook him a bowl of longevity noodles with full
color, fragrance and flavor.

He spent more than twenty years like this, and he was infinitely happy.

Until he had no parents.

For a long time, Xue Zhengyong and Wang Chuqing are like two mountains, across Xue Meng's
life, so that he can not see the horror of death and aging, so that he has always maintained a
fearless innocence and brilliance.

After they left, Xue Meng's heart lost its shelter, and his pain and cruelty hit his flesh and blood.
Suddenly, he understood what is impossible, what is helpless and what is death.

However, because of their unreserved love, Xue Meng, though overconfident and arrogant,
always has a heart of gold. In the small phoenix's jumping and shouting body, it is always loaded
with kindness, gentleness and compassion belonging to Wang Chuqing, and with integrity,
strength and magnanimity belonging to Xue Zhengyong.

This is the fire they left in Shu, which will follow the road of the SiSheng Peak.

Mei Hanxue walked up to him and sat down. The wind blew through his long, pale blond hair. He
pushed it to his ear and turned to Xue Meng and said, "That's all... I wish you a happy birthday in
advance.

"..."

Xue Meng crushed the earth with his toes meaninglessly and hummed, "Don't care."

"Brother Mo is very careful to make such a beautiful world for you." Mei Hanxue's arms stretched
back and a line of geese flew across the sky. He laughed. "If it weren't for his brother, I would
think you were his sweetheart. He took so much trouble to prepare gifts for you and surprise
you."

Xue Meng hummed again, "Take you in for the birthday celebration. I think it's almost
frightening."

Mei Hanxue didn't mind. He laughed and said, "But he's prepared so well that it's better to give
you gifts from my brother than to go down..."

When you find yourself losing your voice, shut up immediately.

Xue Meng, the gift-taking maniac, immediately raised his ears. "Mei Hanxue is ready for me, too?"

"... Yeah." That's terrible. I missed my word.

"What did he prepare for me?"

"... I won't tell you."

Xue Meng stared at him, stared for a moment, and felt that it was impossible to pull anything out
of Meihan's snowy mouth. He had to turn his face away sadly. He pretended not to be curious
and looked at the scenery for a while.

Mei Hanxue asked, "But then again... Why did Brother Mok grab Jiang Yesheng into the box for
you? Is Jiang Zhangmen familiar with you?

Xue Meng stiffened for a moment and said, "No. Not at all."

What is Jiang Xi? He is indifferent and ungrateful. He can't compare with his father, Xue
Zhengyong. He can't match his mother.

At this time, the elder Xuan Ji shouted at them in the far yard. It seemed that someone had been
caught by the ink and thrown in. With the man's entry, a fairy mist was floating in the box.

Xue Meng did not need to discuss Jiang Xi's affairs with Mei Hanxue. He got up and dusted the
ashes and strode toward the courtyard.

The evening breeze blew the wheat waves to him, and he paused for a moment, suddenly a slight
sour gush came from the bottom of his heart.

He felt that the breeze was like the hands of Mrs. Wang and Xue Zhengyong, gently touching his
brows, eyes and forehead.

There will be no more birthday wishes from them.

Xue Meng couldn't help looking down, and his long eyelashes covered the gloom in his eyes.

Mei Hanxue walked up to him and asked with concern, "What's wrong?"

"... Nothing. Xue Meng whispered.

But he thought that he had at least such a warm home, a pair of parents who loved him and
spoiled him. They sheltered him from the rain for more than 20 years. They loved him, respected
him and protected him every moment of every day. We spent so many unforgettable birthdays
with him.
Part 8
When Xue Meng thought like this, Chu Wanning sneezed in Nanping Mountain.

Not yet.

There is still one last hour before his birthday.

But Chu didn't realize that. He and Mo Ran had been in Nanping Mountain for only two years. In
the previous two lives, the tens of millions of years, it was too difficult for him to live. Those who
are accustomed to bitterness and suddenly taste sweetness are not so stable or used to it.

—— He is Xue Meng's eye, the kind of person who has never been spoiled.

At least in the past.

It's late at night, and it's going to be midnight soon, but the ink hasn't come back yet.

Chu WanNing stood in front of the green bamboo wood, put on a single dress, held Goutou and
looked for a while, but he could not see the Mo Ran. In the evening, when he was dewy, he rolled
up his hands, coughed a few times, frowned, and the dog raised his head and patted his side face,
making a "whine" pleasant sound.

Chu WanNing looked down and asked, "Are you sleepy?"

"Wow!"

He put it down and said, "Go back to the house and sleep. I'll wait a little longer."

"Whoop!"

Pagoda lanterns woven from bamboo sticks are covered with silk paper, swaying gently under
the eaves of the courtyard door. Bright yellow candlelight spreads on Chu's elegant and smooth
face, and glitters on his brows, eyes and shoulders, making him look more sharp and gentle than
plain. Goutou went to the corner of his robe and barked around him.

"Don't want to go back?"

"Wow!"

Chu WanNing then lifted it up again, pointing its small, wet and cool black nose at the tip of his
nose: "Okay, then you can continue to wait with me."
"Whoop!"

But Goutou is not reluctant, Chu Wanning and its communication is not so comfortable, I do not
know why each time Mo Ran and Goutou can quickly understand each other's meaning, he is
much slower.

He pondered for a while before he realized, "You want me to go to bed, don't stand here?"

"Ouch!"

Goutou was happy because the owner finally understood what he meant. He wagged his tail and
jumped in place.

"Wait a little longer."

"Wang Wang Wang!" It's been a long time!

"Don't you want to go back to bed alone?"

"Wang Wang!"

Chu WanNing saw it shaking its head and tail, can not help but think of the day, Mo Ran before
leaving with his own words - early rest, do not care about him.

"... Night does not end, when the wings are really hard. Chu WanNing sighed, looking somewhat
unhappy. Seeing Goutou pleading eagerly, he finally looked back at the path up the hill, closed
his hands behind the yard door, and took Goutou back to the house.

Who knows that sleepiness is not so easy to fall asleep.

Chu Wanning left a lamp for Mo to light up and shake. He curled up in bed with his eyes closed
and began to dream dimly. In spite of his usual calm and plain appearance, his body, which bears
the souls and memories of two generations, is uneasy in the end.

In the first few months of his retirement from Nanping Mountain, he woke up almost every night.

After a while, I dreamed of the pale face of the emperor Taxian Jun who was assassinated by Xue
Meng in Wushan Hall. It was ghostly and gloomy against the thunderstorm outside the hall.

After a while, I dreamed that outside Tianyin Pavilion, Mo Ran knelt on the ground, blood poured
out from my chest and asked him with a choke, saying, Master, have I paid off? Have I been clean?

He dreamed of the death of the SiSheng Peak, of the silence of guilt.

In his dream, he said to him, Chu Wanning, this venerable one hates you very much.

In my dream, it was Nanping Mountain. On that snowy night, Mo Ran said, "WanNing, I will
always love you."

But after Mo Ran said this sentence, he slowly lost his heartbeat, leaving him with only one night
of sadness and despair. He could not forget the unspeakable feeling at that time. Every time he
dreamed about it, he would wake up with his grieving pain. He could not even recognize the
geometry of the years. He could not help but rely on the past, repeatedly confirming that the
sleepers around him had breathing and heartbeat, and that pain would gradually fade away.

But in the latter half of the night, they no longer slept soundly. From time to time, they wanted
to open their eyes, look at their Mo Ran faces, and look at the peaceful sleeping faces of young
people today.

Later, he was found so strange by Mo Ran.

That day was the personality of Taxianjun, a lonely man who wandered in the empty Wushan
Palace for many years. At a glance, he could understand why Chu Wanning was suffering and why
he did not sleep at night. So Taxian Jun said nothing, opened his arms and held him tightly in his
arms.

Over the years, across the flesh and blood, the heartbeat is strong and powerful to pass on to the
people in the arms.

Dispel the shadow of nightmare.

Taxian Jun kissed the top of his hair and coaxed him in a low voice: "... All right. Late Ning, it's all
over."

Chu WanNing did not say a word, Xu is dead face, do not want to lose face.

But Taxianjun could feel the wet skirts of his obscene clothes, with warm tears in his heart. Clearly
not a hot thing, but let his whole heart are hot, trembling fiercely.

He was in great pain and love, but he didn't know what to do.

He used to possess it roughly and make it difficult.

He clumsily patted Chu's shoulder and back, rubbed his lips against the top of his hair and ears,
and finally lowered down to hold his cool lips.

"WanNing, I will always love you."

During the kiss, he murmured to him vaguely. He felt the obvious tremor of the man who had
never been cruel in his palm. He could not help it. Then he went to sink with him again with the
tender rhyme of the past.

And every day after that, no matter what kind of consciousness, Mo Ran is sleeping with Chu
WanNing. Every time before going to bed, I will say once, I will always love you.

Today's sweet will slowly wash away the bitterness of the past.

This sentence, also finally in the ink incapable of repeating, from the other words of death, has
become a promise to keep.

For two years, no matter what reason Mo Ran went out alone, he would always come back before
dark, because he knew Chu Wanning did not say it, but he did not love the cold night of Nanping
Mountain. His brother-in-law needed his company. It's the first time like tonight.

Mo Ran did not go home before sunset for the first time.

Chu WanNing calm good face, will not cross-examine that, but his mouth does not ask, face to be
strong, does not mean that he will feel better.

So after such a long time, he fell asleep and fell into a nightmare again.

He returned to that year's Nanping Mountain, the day Mo Ran died.

He dreamed that no matter how he wakes up the Mo Ran, the scar left by Tianyin Pavilion on his
lover's chest is so fierce and shocking that he watches over him and chokes...

He kept repeating his lover's name: "Mo Ran..."

Mo Ran.

And in this cold dream, it seems that someone suddenly took his hand and caught it and kissed it
gently on his lips.

The man said to him, "Master, it's all right. It's all over."

It's all over...

Chu WanNing felt his eyelashes moist, and when he woke up, he sighed low, calm in his heart,
and wanted to sleep again, but suddenly found himself leaning on a familiar warm chest.
He was startled, the blurred point of sleepiness disappeared, the wet curtain suddenly lifted,
Feng eyes on the last pair of purple and black eyes.

"Mo, Mo Ran...?"

Mo Ran unexpectedly did not know when it had returned, with some deep night dew on his body,
lying beside him. In order not to disturb him, Mo Ran did not hold him tight to sleep, only carefully
grasped his hand, close to him.

When Chu WanNing woke up, he raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Well? Is this venerable one still waking you up?

Chu WanNing also when he wanted to apologize, unexpectedly Taxianjun put his arm around him
forcefully: "Wake up just right, simply let this venerable one hold well."

"... Get out of here."

Taxianjun knows that he has not much time left today. He has to fight with Chu Wanning on
weekdays. But this time, after he hugged, he went straight in, leaned over Chu Wanning's ear
and said with a deep smile, "Roll what, this venerable one has prepared a surprise for you, for
fear that you will hurt me too late."

"..."

This man's face is growing with each passing day.

Chu WanNingben nightmare wake up at the beginning, get up heavy, at the moment he was hot
and heavy body pressure, not from the sword eyebrows raised, Feng Mou still with the wet and
sad dream, but with a sense of sleepiness and anger: "do not sleep in the evening?"

"No sleep."

Chu WanNing more angry: "What do not sleep?"

Taxian Jun lifted his chin, rubbed it carefully, and his eyes wandered from his eyebrows to his
slightly opened lips.

The man in his bosom is obviously somewhat fierce and imperfect, but for two lifetimes, every
time he looks at him, he feels hot and secretly happy. Once upon a time, he refused to admit it,
but in fact, he always knew in his heart that only this person could make him feel like a fire in an
instant.
Want to hold him, kiss him, want him. It hurts to bully him, but it hurts him terribly.

Nowadays, I feel that although there are many beautiful people in the world like clouds, all the
clouds gathered together are less than half an inch of the glory of his evening tranquility. He looks
good when he's murderous, but he looks good when he's angry, and he looks good when he's
angry.

Taxian Jun then laughed and said, "There are still many things to do if you don't sleep in the
middle of the night. Didn't all of you have been taught by this venerable one?"

Chu Wanning: "........."

Seeing that he was sleepless, angry and helpless, he stepped in the heart of the Immortal
Emperor and couldn't help bowing his head and kissing him.

"Mo Ran-!"

"You're kidding." After a kiss, Taxian Jun touched the tip of his nose intimately. "The time for this
venerable one is coming, today you owe this venerable one, and ask you to come back in three
days."

"..."

"Tonight the only thing we want to say is..." Taxianjun paused for a moment, laughed, dimples
deep on the cheek side, three points of evil and seven points of pity:

"Happy Birthday, WanNing."

Chu Wanning was suddenly stunned.

At this time, the distant Jingci Temple bell sounded leisurely. It was the alternation of childhood
and bamboo leaves.

At the end of 1911.

At the beginning of the year.

Mo Ran pupils still have Taxian Jun’s pride, but can not say anything, and has changed into the
gentleness of Mo-zongshi. Mo-zongshi slowed down and adapted to the memory of yesterday
shared with him by fate. He felt puzzled and did not know what he had done under the condition
of Taxian Jun for a moment.
But seeing the person in front of me is my sweetheart, after the Mo Ran slightly, my heart is full
of joy, so I lean against Chu's forehead and whisper, "Ning."

"Well?"

"Happy Birthday."

After thinking about it, he said, "I have prepared a gift for you."

He had planned to do some repairs in the daytime tomorrow, and then led Chu Wanning to think
things into boxes. But he did not think that when he switched back, Chu WanNing had not fallen
asleep, nor did he think that he would naturally say this sentence.

He had too much sweetness for Chu Wanning, as if he couldn't bear it for a moment or at all.

It is clear that he has lived for two generations. He has married twice in real and false. His past
life lasts for eight years day and night, and his present life has been accompanied for two years.
But at this time, he is like a rash young man who shows his heart by offering treasures to his
beloved for the first time. He is impatient, even sweating at his fingertips and trembling slightly.

"I... I haven't finished all of it yet, but... Shall I show you around first?

Chu Wanning then thoroughly reflected that today was his birthday.

In fact, Mo Ran was busy in the daytime for congratulations and did not go home.

When he lost his confusion, he was amused and guilty. He couldn't help raising his hand and
holding his Mo Ran face, and his heart was soft.

"You've been busy for so long. You're busy with this."

Smile when Mo Ran.

"Does Master want to see it now?"

Chu WanNing sat up, gathered his long black hair, and followed his meaning: "Okay, what are
you prepared for?"

"An extraordinary surprise."

Mo Ran said, led Chu to their courtyard, dog head sleeping soundly, face buried under his paws
did not wake up. Mo Ran dived into the grass, intending to dig out his thoughts before hiding
here into a box.
However,——

A scream pierced the silent night of Nanping: "Come on! Where's my box?!!!!!!

The dog continued to sleep peacefully.

Nothing happens, the head of the dog says, you can never wake up a sleeping dog, bah ha ha ha!

It took me a long time to close my eyes and try to recall what happened when I was a stepper.
After thinking about it for a while, it finally reminded me of some memory fragments.——

Set a sack for Jiang Xi.

Cover Xue Meng with sacks.

Give Mei Hanxue a sack of hemp...

It's over, it's all fucking over!

Chu WanNingwei frowned and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Mo Ran embraced his head: "I... It seems that I did some very absurd things yesterday..." He said
he was looking around the house, and finally he found a box of ideas from his own pocket.

"Are you going to give this to me?"

"Originally, it was..."

"Now?"

Now... Now I'm afraid I don't know what's going on inside.

Mo Ran throat is gathering, want to leave Chu WanNing outside, oneself go to see first. But the
helpless words have been spoken out, and it is not appropriate to leave the Master and enter the
box alone at this time, so I have to pray in my heart that I did not make the box overturn
yesterday. He was hard-headed.

"Now I can't explain it for a while... Anyway, let's go in and have a look first.

When Mo Ran and Chu Wanning entered the box of thoughts, they were both shocked by the
present situation. Especially Mo Ran, when he left the day before yesterday, the box was still a
normal place, but at the moment, his house was rebuilt and repaired, and there were many more
glittering and magnificent ornaments.
In addition, the sky is flying, clouds and mists are dim, wheat waves are rolling, and nebulae are
scattered in the sky... Originally, it was very interesting and there were white mountains and
rivers in the countryside. It was filled with colors stiffly, and it was too dazzling to teach people
how to cope with them.

Where is the Pillow Water Family?

It's the style of the local landlord!!

What's more, five wooden shelves were erected in the flower fields of the small courtyard. They
were tied up by Jiangxi, Meihanxue, Xue Meng, corrupt wolf and Xuan Ji, like five scarecrows.

Chu WanNing looked at the five sacrificial-like people, some frozen: "... This is... You're going to
give me... Gifts?"

Mo Ran was shocked. He turned to peep at Chu's face. After reading it, his heart was beating like
a drum. He hurried and said, "Master, no, it's not what you saw!" That's not what I did!"

Before the words fell, a soft rice cake jumped from the roof.

Tyrant cake flickered his small tail with bright blue lights, came out clattering, looked up at his
head, flashed stars, and stretched out two small claws towards Chu Wanning. "God, God Muxian
Jun!"

However, before embracing Chu Wanning, he was lifted up by Mo Ran's hands around the
creaking nest. Mo Ran almost collapsed, shaking it hard: "Batian cake! What the hell's going on
here?'

"Huh?" Tyrant cake did not respond to the Mo Ran personality has been switched again, very
confused, "Then, then, you seized four of your own Es Ah-level people? Come and exchange the
idyllic landscapes! "

"..."

Mo Ran his forehead and jumped suddenly. After a long silence, he finally understood.

Suddenly he closed his eyes and wished he could not lift his hand to kill himself.

—— What on earth did he do all day yesterday!!!

Taxianjun is fighting for favor with himself again!

There was nothing to say to him. Xue Meng, who was tied up on the wooden frame, was mad
and shouted, "Mo Ran!" You dog! What the hell are you doing? You're going to let me down! "

Tyrant cake twinkled his eyes and looked at Xue Meng and them for a moment. He explained to
Mocifier, "This is what you did an hour ago. You caught five Ais in total. I'm afraid they would
make trouble in it. So you just tied them up after the capture."

Mo Ran: "..."

Xue Meng was still shouting, "Master! Teacher saves me! _____________

Chu WanNing Fu sleeve: "... Look at what you've done!"

After that, he immediately went forward and untied them one by one from the bondage of the
immortal monarch.

After everyone was released, Xue Meng rubbed his red-tied wrist, which was very grieving and
very inexplicable: "Mo Ran!" You, you and you, what the hell are you doing?!"

"Yes." The corrupt wolf elder was not very angry. "Why do you want us to come to this box?" Say
and glance at the ricecake essence, "What is this tofu ghost thing?"

The cakes overlord protruded furiously and said, "Save, Save! Lao Tzu's Four Years Cake!! Not
four beancurds!"

Mei Hanxue and Xuan Ji did not say a word, but their eyes were also inquiring about the
intentions of Chu and Mo.

Jiang Xi's face was so gloomy that he tidied up his expensive and delicate sleeves, smoothed out
the wrinkles one by one, then raised his eyes, and said, "You'd better give Jiang an explanation."

Mo Ran wants to pass by, raises his hand and laughs, "Er, this is just a misunderstanding, sorry..."

"Excuse me?" Jiang Xi sneered. "I'm sorry it's worth money."

"..."

He narrowed his apricot eyes and said rudely, "Mo-zongshi, do you know that I have a business
to discuss with Huohuangge today?"

"I, I compensate..."

"Ninety million Golden leaves, you compensate?"

Mo Ran: "..."

Xue Meng was also angry. "Didn't you say you wanted to surprise me?" I thought it was... Yes..."
It's a birthday gift for me - it's embarrassing to say it again anyway, even in retrospect.

Xue Meng finally said angrily, "What on earth are you doing?"

Mo Ran was questioned by a group of people around Xingshi. Gradually, it became overwhelming
and had to apologize. But these people themselves have no bad relations with them, but they
are provoked to seek an explanation, which is inexplicable, and naturally endless. Mo Ran just
don't know what to do. Suddenly I heard Chu's Wanning Road beside me.

"I'm sorry, but I didn't manage another kind of spleen."

The mountains and rivers were quiet in the countryside.

Only Tyrant cake was excitedly clacking and clapping his feet around Chu Wanning.

Mo Ran back and said, "Master..."

"I will try to compensate for the delay, and I hope you will forgive me."

Xue Meng waved his hand and said, "Teacher, Master, I don't mean that... I just wonder...

After that, he turned to Jiangxi and said, "Hello! You and your ninety million golden leaves can't
rest on my master. I and my master have no money..."

Jiang Xi: "..."

The world's richest man seems to have ignored Xue Meng's words and stared at Mo Ran for a
while. His sharp eyes turned to Chu Wanning again.

As soon as he wanted to say something, he saw the Mo Ran blocked in front of Chu Wanning and
said in a hurry, "Lord Jiang, I will try to make up for it. I also ask you not to embarrass my teacher
today, first and foremost. Because... Because..."

Mo Ran hesitated, the voice gradually faded down, and finally whispered, "Because today...
Today... In fact, it's my teacher's birthday..."

Jiang Xi: "..."

"He never had a good birthday, so... Jiang Zunzhu's loss, I will try to make up for, personally go to
Huohuangge to apologize for anything, you can."
The youth blocked between him and Jiang Xi, almost pitifully: "Just ask Jiang Zunzhu Haihan
tonight, will you?"

Today is Chu Wanning's birthday?!

That's why everyone here was shocked. Xue Meng was particularly shocked, his face was like gold
paper, his lips were open and closed for half a day, but he couldn't say a word. Chu WanNing did
not expect Mo Ran to tell the story, but for a moment did not know what to do.

Finally, Tan Lang, who was not quite in line with Chu Wanning, broke the silence. He heard the
words and held his chest with both hands. "Yuheng, no, what did you send your apprentices to
catch us all for your birthday?"

"No, no!" Tyrant cake explained that the little claw pointed to the Mo Ran. "He grasped and
grasped you, four or four because you four Esais class people can change very good instruments
to decorate the idyllic mountain dwellings in Zeli!"

Xue Meng was shocked and said, "Take us for a changer?"

Mei Hanxue touched her chin and responded: "... No wonder every time a person comes in, the
effect here will add one more weight. It was because of this."

Only Jiang Xi felt incredible, angry and flicked his sleeve: "... It's really sick to talk about love!"
Looking at the Mo Ran again, he made a diagnosis without hesitation. "Mo-zongshi, you are so ill
that you may be hopeless and hopeless!"

Mo Ran laughed and went to Lachu's hands. "There's no cure for it."

Jiang Xi could hardly bear it. She turned her head and held her hand. She was silent for a moment.
She caught a glimpse of Xue Meng staring at Chu Wanning. She seemed to be embarrassed that
she, as a disciple, had almost missed her teacher's birthday, and was blaming herself for not being
able to give Chu WanNing salute.

Jiang Xi's eldest brother was impatient. He thought Xue Meng was really disgraceful, but he was
not easy to attack. He also took Xue Meng for a moment and was silent. Finally, he said, "Forget
it. But ninety million Golden leaves."

Mo Ran: "???"

Xue Meng: "???"

"There's no need to pay for it. It's not enough to shine shoes."
Mei Hanxue: "..."

Chu Wanning: "..."

Xue Meng: How dirty are your shoes?

Jiang Xi turned around and looked like a sudden flash of electricity. He sneered and said, "Xue
Jianmen does not speak. Nobody treats you like a dumb man."

"You --!"

In the midst of the uproar, the whole story of this absurd farce was explained clearly, and the
birth of Chu Wanning was eventually known by these people. Although in the end they all said
they would not tell the story, nor tell others when the birthday of Beidou Xianzun was, now that
they have gathered, they will naturally stay to celebrate.

According to Xuan Ji, this is also fate.

When the baker saw the people in a harmonious atmosphere, he felt that he had completed the
appointment in the ricecake Village. He moved over happily and wanted to make a lively
gathering. But Xue Meng turned around and stared at it.

"Mo Ran, this is the little monster you said you caught in the back hill?"

Mo Ran laughed and said, "Yes."

Xue Meng felt his chin and looked at it carefully. "It's really made of sweet osmanthus sugar
cake."

"I, I and I are the prettiest babies in our village!" The Baker flicked his blue tail lamp.

"Coincidentally, I am the most beautiful kid in the lower repair circle."

Tyrant cake: Let's make friends then.

Xue Meng: Then I'll cook you and eat you.

One man, one demon and one demon at the same time speak out, the cake tyrant is stiff, the
little foot Ya quickly retreats two steps, pauses for a moment, turns around and runs: "Xue Meng
is not four people ah!" Help! Monk Monster!! Ouch ah ah!!!

Xue Meng burst into laughter and finally revenged himself for being caught and tied up as a
scarecrow.
In this silent night, there are many old friends gathered in the box. On intimacy, it is not all
intimate with Chu Wanning, but as Xuan Ji said, it is probably a kind of fate.

In this case, all of us have come, and we are not tired of making such a noise. We simply boiled a
night in the Happy Mountain Residence, set off fireworks, and sat around a table in a lively way
for a drink next month.

The golden pond picks up the fish, the rice wind blows away the late smoke, and the millet is
washed like pearls, and boiled in a pot. Sweet meal fragrance drifted away between the ridges.
Mo Ran down the kitchen. The pot was hot and the stir-frying was very sharp. The fire under the
stove lit up when the pot was turned, reflecting his bright face.

When he looked back, he saw Xue Meng and Xuan Ji talking outside in the evening. Xuan Ji and
the corrupt wolf were helping to pick the fresh fruit of the demon race. Jiang Xi was walking in
the field waiting for dinner. Mei Hanxue was teasing the demon playing the piano among the
flowers to teach them Kunlun melody.

Mo Ran in a sudden good mood.

Although he wanted to monopolize everything in Chu's evening, his teacher was so good, he
wanted to make him get a few more wishes, three or two company. Yesterday's own
miscalculation of Yin and Yang, thus fulfilled his wish.

Think of things into a box, peach blossom flowing water eel fat, Mo Ran smooth fingers will be
white tender and plump shoots on the desk, fine cut into silk, and fern with the overheated soup
boiled, is patiently handling fresh fish and shrimp, bamboo curtain behind a fall, Chu WanNing
came in.

"The Master waited a little longer and soon finished."

"No hurry. I'll bring them some melons and fruits to the yard."

Mo Ran laughed and said, "OK."

Chu Wanning went to the corner of the kitchen to pick up a pile of fresh and sweet fruits in a
small basket of bamboo baskets. When I got there, I suddenly found that there was also a
porcelain jar with a seal on it. It was not embarrassing to write "Happy Birthday".

He pinched it down and looked at the brush strokes, which were obviously left under the
personality of Taxianjun.
Chu WanNing opened the sealed pottery altar and could not tell what was in it. Qidao said, "This
is...?"

Mo Ran to see, "ah" a sound, laughing: "Carmine pear flower goose preserve, really made a
success?"

"What is that?"

"It's a dish I've worked out under another personality. It takes quite a lot of time to make it. First,
we need to marinate goose meat with salt, then wrap it in lotus leaves and steam it in the kettle,
and then the spring water is colder and put it into the well water ice. After the ice is finished, it
is sealed in the altar and brewed with pear blossoms. He said, take out the goose meat from the
jar, and end it with the fragrance of wine, cool and drunk.

"Looks like it's all in one's mind and ready to go." Mo Ran weighed the degree of goose curing
and laughed, "Not all bad things."

Said the fat and rich goose meat on the ginkgo cutting board, fingertips pointed to the full goose
breast, sliced the meat, only to see that soaked pear blossom white and salt salted goose color
like rouge, flesh rich and tender.

Mo Ran thought for a moment and said to Chu Wanning, "Master, look in the sauce cabinet again,
there should be another sauce jar."

Chu WanNing went and found a yellow glazed pot with seals on it. It was still not embarrassing
and awkward to write five words.

"I have my seat for the rest of my life."

Chu WanNing shook his head, but felt infinitely quiet and gentle in his heart.

He handed the pot to Mo Ran and watched him ladle out a pickle sauce carefully prepared by
Xiaobamboo ladle and Taxian Jun yesterday. The sauce was carefully poured on the carmine
goose which had been packed. The sauce opened along the texture of goose meat and collided
with the wine, which produced a strong peculiar fragrance.

Chu Wanning said, "How did you come up with such a dish?"

"You don't feel hot in the summer. Once you didn't take a few bites of what I cooked... Do you
remember?
He said that Chu WanNing remembered that not long ago, Taxian Jun patted his head and cooked
a table of delicacies. But he was tired of the heat and did not eat much. Although Taxian Jun did
not say anything in the end, he did look disappointed that day.

"I think it's sad that I can't even take care of the taste of the people I like." Mo Ran smiled and
turned around, sleeves pulled around the elbow. "So I thought about it day and night, and went
outside to steal a restaurant teacher, and finally came up with such a dish."

He looked at the roll of carmine pear blossoms brewed goose preserves, with some treasure-
giving fears, and with some meritorious expectations, carefully asked:

"Would WanNing like it?"

Chu WanNing was quiet for a while, and then laughed.

He put away the two notes left by yesterday's Mo Ran. He picked up the plate of carmine goose
with clear sebum, fresh meat and thick sauce and went to the kitchen hall. Before serving out the
dishes, he turned to the handsome young man standing at the kitchen counter and said, "... Thank
you, Mo Ran."

Thank you for your past life, for your personality and for your soul. Thank you for being here.

Thank you for giving me the best birthday of my life.

I used to have a teacher, but the celebration at that time was not sincere. In the past, you had a
wife, but the days were too bitter to eat even a full meal.

Now that all this is over, I will always remember the day when you were born, the day when I
was still in the Zen Temple, and I don't know what the world is like, nor do I know that there are
people who will spend their lives with me.

But every year after that, I will accompany you.

From now on, with you.

The banquet was not luxurious, but Mo Ran craftsmanship was rarely tasted by others. He was
good at cooking. This table was made for Chu's birthday banquet. It was delicious and unusual.
Even Jiang Xi, who was accustomed to the delicacies of mountains and seafood, opened his
apricot eyes slightly and looked a little surprised across the wine table.

It seems that Jiang Xi would like to ask Ink-burn whether he would like to go back to cook with
him on a lonely moonlit night, accompanied by a frightening salary price.
However, Jiangxi was a smart man. He took a look at Chu Wanning and swallowed the invitation
back. He was a little nauseous, and thought that in his lifetime it was necessary to develop a
medicine that could completely cut the roots of human relations.

It's really sick to talk about love. Looking at the case of Mo Ran, you know that a good cook delays
love.

Forget it, eat a few more pieces of meat, there will be no chance in the future.

Jiang Xi lowered her eyes quietly, and her chopsticks stretched gracefully and quickly.

At the banquet, Xue Meng suddenly caught a glimpse of small white shadows flashing in the
fields. He thought he was dazzled, rubbed his eyes and looked closely, so that he could not make
a sound of "ah".——

"Years of cakes!"

They ran very fast, peeping among the grasses, fields, ridges and rocks, doing their interesting
"human observation", but they were reluctant to let them see their own features, only shaking
the little blue light on their tails, making a slight creak. Only the most beautiful cub, Batian, stood
on a tree that Xue Meng could not grasp easily, and translated the evil words between the grass
and the grass into words.

Although, its Mandarin is also very miserable.

"Shenmu xianjun, Sen Censen Day Joy!"

Xue Meng stared at it: "Is it birthday?"

"Do you want a gift? I am proficient in human language! Verbose words are not wrong, very
standard!"

Mei Hanxue laughed and held on to Xue Meng, who was also shouting at the baker, "You don't
understand. It's really hard to practise mandarin. Don't laugh at it. It's a lovely ricecake."

Xue Meng looked back at him again and said, "If you have something to say, don't pull me!"

In the midst of the bustle, there are Nian Cake geniuses on the opposite hill that ignite the
fireworks of the devil tribe. The brilliant fireworks explode in the night. In the starry sky, the
colorful flowers are really scattered all over the mountains.

Xuan Ji saw the situation and felt that the atmosphere was just right. He raised his wine and
laughed at Chu Wanning and said, "Yuheng, happy birthday."
Chu WanNing first responded to such battles, do not know how to answer, stiff under the
unexpectedly answered: "You are the same."

Xuan Ji stared, opened his eyes wide, wanted to laugh but did not dare to laugh.

"Happy Birthday." Tan Lang grunted.

"... Thank you very much.

Mei Hanxue wanted to follow his wishes and was dragged to the back by Xue Meng. He rushed
to say, "I'll come first, I'll come first!" Shizun! Wish you a happy life, peace and joy, always come
to see me at the SiSheng Peak! _____________

"Naturally, it will come. I miss your birthday for a long time. He prepared it for you a month ago.

Before the word "gift" was uttered, he was interrupted by Mo Ran coughing.

Chu Wanning: "... Nothing was prepared."

As a matter of fact, the Master of Mind and Taoism would not lie, so it would be better not to
say so.

Jiang Xi also bowed his hand and said lightly, "Master Chu, Xianfu Yongheng, congratulations."

Xue Meng pouted his mouth and hugged his chest and said, "What congratulations do you offer?
You give money."

Everyone said good wishes, Chu WanNing embarrassed, he is not used to - no, should say do not
know how to face such a blessing.

After all, I never got it.

At this moment, Mo Ran quietly grasped his sweaty hand under the table, which was slightly wet
due to nervousness. Mo Ran laughed in his heart. Sure enough, the Master was calm and calm
on his face. In fact, his fingertips trembled slightly.

He clasped Chu's hand tightly, clasped ten fingers with it, and delivered the tenderness in this
grasp, slowly smoothing Chu's uneasiness.

Mo Ran looked at him, in the wind and wheat waves, under the starry night, in the drifting rain
and magnificent fireworks, solemnly said: "Ningxia."

"..."
The ink burst into laughter, and the dark purple eyes carried the deep feelings of the two
generations.

This time, in the brilliant stars and rivers.

"I wish you... Happy Birthday, and good for the rest of my life."

For thirty years, the two worlds are intertwined.

In the brilliance of the spark tree and the silver flower, Mo Ran eyes are bright and moist. His face
was filled with the sincerity of Mo-zongshi, the paranoia of Taxianjun, and the gentleness and
obedience of the young man who was standing in front of the Tower.

They walked for two lifetimes, and finally came to this idyllic fairy house, pillow water in the south
of the Yangtze River. There are Chan sounds in Nanping, bells in the evening temple, and the two
generations are crossing. Their robbery has gone through, but their fate is still deeply entangled
and they are inseparable.

He and he eventually calmed down.

In that year, I regretted that I was late to realize your kingdom and that I had a peaceful life for
the rest of my life.

This voice "Happy Birthday, Happy Remaining Life". Mo Ran knows that he will tell Chu Wanning
all his life.

Till it's snowy and frosty.

He will keep his fire. He keeps him, and so does he.

They may not be the best people in the world, the most beautiful people, the richest people, the
greatest, the most powerful and broad-minded people, but for Mo Ran, Chu Wanning is no
match.

The same is true for Chu Wanning. No matter what fragment the Mo Ran, what kind of
personality, what kind of life, there is no need to argue. Those are the souls that have gone
through two ups and downs together with him. They are the wounded and fragmented lover who
wants to protect him. He will always love him deeply, illuminate him, love him and spoil him.

A lifetime.
I have given all I have, and I will give all I have.——

Love you.

—— The End of the Extra Competing for someone’s favour ——