Mo Ran didn't answer, or perhaps he couldn't answer. He walked forward and hugged Chu Wanning.
"… What's wrong with you?"
In his arms were slightly cold clothes and a warm body.
"Why are you crying?"
He didn't know. Dream, reality?
He wasn't sure. But in the Red Lotus Pavilion, there was no Chu Wanning's cold body lying there. His teacher was still alive. He was still worried that the joints of the God of Night were not flexible enough. He was still thinking about whether to apply tung oil or varnish.
This seemed to be enough.
For a moment, he indulged in this and didn't want to wake up.
By the time he and Chu Wan-ning finished building the mecha, it was already late. Thus, he pulled Chu Wan-ning back to the room. Just like in their previous lives, they intertwined their necks and rubbed their ears against each other.
In the dream, Chu Wanning wasn't so docile. He always had this kind of ruthlessness and couldn't let go.
Even when he was at the peak of pleasure in bed, when he vented, he would often bite his lower lip. His eyes would be watery, but he wouldn't make a sound. He would only pant heavily and uncontrollably.
The candlelight didn't go out. The warm light shone on the face of the person beneath him. Mo Ran stared at his confused appearance. He stared at Chu Wanning's facial features, brows, and eyes. He stared at Chu Wanning's black eyes, which were filled with the shadow of the candlelight.
The shadow of the candlelight swayed, like petals falling from a deep pool.
When Mo Ran rhythmically moved, the petals swayed and floated in the pool. Ripples spread out. In the end, moist water fell from Chu Wanning's eyes and was kissed by Mo Ran.
He knew very well what kind of person Chu Wanning was. If he didn't use an aphrodisiac, it would be difficult for him to climax in love. His self-control was so good that it was regrettable.
But so what?
She couldn't control her tears, nor could her rapid breathing. It didn't matter even if she didn't scream. Seeing him being fucked by her to the point of crying, to the point where his face was flushed red and his eyes lost focus, to the point where his sturdy chest kept rising and falling, and to the point where he was gasping for breath, was also very good.
It was an enchanting night, and they only fell asleep in each other's arms at three in the morning.
Mo Ran hugged the person in his arms tightly. Both of them were drenched in sweat. Their warm bodies were pressed against each other, and even their hair was stuck to the side of their cheeks.
He kissed Chu Wan Ning's earlobes and neck tenderly and tenderly, hugging her even tighter in his arms.
"That's good. Master, now that you're by my side, that's good."
He fell asleep.
He opened his eyes and was shocked to find that Chu Wanning was no longer by his side.
"Master?!"
He sat up abruptly.
Then he saw Chu Wanning standing by the half-open window. It was already dawn, and outside the window, Weiyu was drizzling.
Mo Ran let out a sigh of relief. He reached out a hand to him. "Master, come here … …"
But Chu Wanning didn't move. He was dressed very neatly, his clothes as white as snow. He calmly looked at the man on the bed. Mo Ran stared at him. Suddenly, a strong feeling of unease rose in his heart.
Chu Wanning said to him, "Mo Ran, I should go."
"Go?" He was stunned. The bed was still warm, and there were strands of hair on the pillow. There was also a faint smell of lust. But Chu Wanning was standing in front of him. It was like they were separated by a lake or a sea, so distant. Mo Ran anxiously said, "Where are you going? This is the Red Lotus Pavilion, your home. We're already at home, so where are you going? "
Chu Wanning shook his head. He turned his face to the side and looked at the gradually paling sky outside the window. He said, "There's no time, it's going to be dawn soon."
"Wanning!!"
It was just a blink of an eye.
The room was empty. There was nothing left.
He hurriedly put on his clothes and got up from the bed. He didn't even bother to put on his shoes and socks as he staggered out the door.
The night wind blew, and thousands of snowflakes drifted down. Most of the brilliant begonia flowers from last night had been knocked down. Scattered flowers covered the steps, tables, and chairs. There was even a finished God of Night on the stone table. The metal gloves and the file were thrown to the side. It was as if Chu Wanning had just left, as if Chu Wanning would come back at any moment.
"Wanning? Wanning! "
He ran around the Red Lotus Pavilion like a madman, searching. But he always avoided the lotus pond. Subconsciously, he didn't dare to go to the lotus pond. He didn't dare to go … …
But in the end, he still walked over in a daze.
Barefoot, he stepped on the cold bluestone pavement.
He stopped quite a distance away from the lotus pond. Looking up from his pale toes, the last thing that could be seen was a face that was completely devoid of color.
He opened his eyes wide in a daze. He looked at the man lying in the lotus pond in the distance. He saw him almost every day in the last two years before his death in his previous life.
Lying in the depths of the lotus pond, his body hadn't decayed, his clothes were clean. What was the difference from when he was alive?
… … What was the difference!!!
He walked over step by step.
Closer.
Even closer.
As long as he walked forward, he would be able to reach the edge of the pond. He would be able to see every eyelash, the slightly furrowed eyebrows, and the almond-shaped eyes that never relaxed after death.
But he knelt down in fear.
His knees hit the stone floor. He knelt and curled up, trembling for a while. He suddenly thought of the immortal medicine that Elder Liu gave him, the immortal medicine that could bring the dead back to life. He was wild with joy. His fingers trembled and curled up as he rummaged through the Qiankun Bag. He took out the things inside one by one.
"Immortal medicine … immortal medicine … I want the immortal medicine that can bring the dead back to life … Where is the immortal medicine!!! Where is the immortal medicine?!!! "
He took out everything. He turned the entire Qiankun Bag upside down. He didn't even let go of the gaps between the needles and threads. He touched every inch of it.
But there was nothing.
The immortal medicine was gone. The immortal medicine wasn't inside.
Or maybe just now, when he bumped into Elder Liu and obtained the immortal medicine, that was also a dream?
No, this was all a dream. It was one dream after another …
He broke down. His consciousness was in chaos. He raised his hands in despair and rubbed his cheeks and eyelids. He muttered, "No, there is … I clearly put it inside … immortal medicine … there is immortal medicine … there is … there is …"
He searched crazily again. Just like that, he knelt in front of Chu Wanning's corpse and searched hysterically. His eyes flashed with a terrifying light, but his voice became more and more choked. He became more and more desperate. In the end, he leaned over and cried loudly.
"I put it inside, I put it inside!!"
He swept away the debris in front of him with his palm. Countless porcelain vases fell to the ground and some even broke. He crawled forward in the midst of the broken pieces. The shards pierced into his flesh and knees, but he didn't care. He crawled towards the person lying in the lotus pond.
In the end, he carried him out of the pond and held this ice-cold body tightly in his arms.
— — This was something he always wanted to do in his previous life, but he never did.
He hugged Chu Wanning's corpse. The drizzle was still lingering on the ground. The sky was brightening, but it had nothing to do with them. He hugged Chu Wanning's body and cried. He stuck to his cheeks and kissed the bridge of his nose, eyelids, and lips.
"Shizun … I beg you … listen to me … I beg you …"
In that instant, his figure overlapped with that of the orphan who once held his mother's rotting body in the mass grave. He broke down and wailed, begging a passerby to bury him with his mother.
That year, he was only five years old. A five-year-old child swore that he would never see his loved one again. In front of him, her flesh and bones rotted and scattered into the mud.
In the blink of an eye, so many years had passed. The thirty-two-year-old Emperor Ta hugged his Shizun's corpse. Sometimes he laughed maniacally, and sometimes he cried bitterly.
It was a body that was no different from when it was alive. He did it. He could make the dead look like a living person. Under the skin of this corpse, there seemed to be a faint color of blood. It was so peaceful that it looked like it was sleeping.
This time, he did not plead with anyone to bury him and Chu Wanning together deep underground.
However, the Celestial Treading Monarch had already buried himself alive. On the day after Chu Wanning's death, he drank a jar of Pear Blossom White. After that, he spent every single day in a tomb of the living dead called the Red Lotus Pavilion, living a life of drunkenness. From that day on, he had buried himself.
"Shizun, listen to me …"
"Mo Ran!"
"You … listen to me …"
He vaguely heard someone calling him. It was a familiar voice. His surroundings were dark again. He was like a drowning person holding on to a piece of driftwood. Someone reached out to him. He choked and held on tightly to that person. "Don't go. I won't do any bad things anymore. I won't make you angry anymore …"
He held on to that person's fingers and intertwined their fingers.
He smelled a faint fragrance of flowers, the fragrance of begonia.
"I have a celestial medicine that can bring the dead back to life, but I … I don't know why. I can't find it … I can't find it. But can you not go? I beg you …" He ignored everything and followed the warm body. He hugged that body. "Please, I'd rather …"
"I'd rather the person who died was me."
"Mo Ran! Wake up! "
But he couldn't wake up. The pain was deeper than the sea. He was drowning, but he couldn't wake up.
His throat choked. He hugged the person who was calling him tightly. His eyelashes were wet. "I'd rather the person who died was me, Shizun …"
"You dog! What are you doing! Hey! "
Suddenly, a person rushed over and grabbed him. Then, the surroundings were in chaos. Someone poured a pool of cold water between his lips and teeth.
Mo Ran suddenly felt cold all over. The water was as cold as thousand-year-old mysterious ice. It almost froze his lungs.
He suddenly opened his eyes!
"…"
The first thing he saw was Jiang Xi's gloomy face. She was holding a green jade bottle in her hand. Obviously, what she poured into his mouth was from the bottle.
"I …"
When he opened his mouth, he found that his throat was hoarse. He couldn't say anything for a while.
Then, he looked around and found that he was back in the Ancestral Hall Celestial Palace again. His clothes were soaked in cold sweat. The people around him were looking at him strangely, especially Xue Meng. His face was green and white. He didn't look good.
He was lying on Chu Wanning's knees and hugging Chu Wanning's waist tightly. Chu Wanning's clothes, which were originally solemn and respectful, had been messed up by him in the dream. The edges of his outer robe had slipped to his shoulders.
Mo Ran, "…"
He didn't … he didn't say anything wrong, did he?
Chu Wanning didn't look good either, but he was still calm. He said, "Why did you run so fast?"
"Shizun, I … I just …"
"You were trapped by a nightmare." Jiang Xi put away the jade bottle and stood up again. She lowered her eyes and said, "Rest for a while. I fed you the Dream Breaking Cold Water. You'll feel very cold. You'll be fine after a cup of tea."
Mo Ran still hadn't recovered from the layers of terrifying dreams. His eyes were still a little confused. After a long time, he muttered, "Trapped by a nightmare? … But I've been very careful. I didn't … I didn't feel any traces of magic … "
Jiang Xi's claws and teeth revealed their sharpness. "Magic? What's that stupid thing? "
Everyone present, "…"
"Do you think the most ruthless thing in the world is magic?" The leader of the Medicine Sect narrowed his eyes and shook his sleeves. "You're ridiculously wrong. The most powerful thing in the world is medicine. "
"In this Heavenly Palace, there was a kind of sleeping incense in advance called the 'Nineteen Levels of Hell'. This incense is colorless and tasteless, but it can make people hallucinate and fall into the greatest fear of their life." Jiang Xi paused and then looked at Mo Ran. "The greater the fear, the deeper one falls. I saved a few people who were trapped by the Nineteen Levels of Hell. I gave them four to five drops of the Dream Breaking Cold Water and they woke up. But do you know how much you drank? "
"… How much?"
Jiang Xi seemed a little unhappy. She said, "More than half a bottle. It's enough to save more than a hundred people before your consciousness was called back. … I'm a little curious. Grandmaster Mo, you're so young. Why do you have such deep fear? What are you afraid of?"