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    There is a peak on the summit of death and life, the name is quite funny, it is called "Ah ah ah".

    Regarding the origin of this name, there are many theories in the sect. The most common one is that because the mountain is so steep that people often fall it accidentally, so it was named "Ahhhh".

    But Mo Ran knew it wasn't.

    The peaks are towering into the clouds, and the mountains are covered with snow all the year round, making them extremely cold.  If someone dies at the pinnacle of death and life, the coffin will stop here, waiting for the funeral.

    Mo Ran has only been here once in his previous life.

    At that time, it was not too different from the current situation.  It was also after the Infernal Hell broke open that a bloody battle took away countless lives, and Shi Mei also lost his life.  He didn't want to accept this reality, so he knelt beside Shi Mei's coffin, looked at the lifelike face in the ice coffin, knelt for many days

    "The reason why I called it is because your father passed away that year." In the previous life, Xue Zhengyi was by his side in the cold Frost Sky Palace, and said to him like this.

    "I only have one elder brother. The peak of death and life was created by the two of us, but your fatherhe is like you, a very willful person. After enjoying the blessings for a few days, he probably got tired of it.  I lost my hand in the confrontation and left."

    Frost Sky Palace was too cold, Xue Zhengyi brought a pot of soju, took a sip, and handed the sheepskin wine pouch to Mo Ran.

    "Give you a drink, but don't tell your aunt."

    Mo Ran didn't pick it up, and didn't move.

    Xue Zhengyi sighed: "This peak is called ah ah ah, because during those days, I was also very uncomfortable, my heart seemed to be dug out, the whole person was guarding your father on the mountain, thinking of the sad place,  I couldn't help crying loudly. I cry badly, always howling, so I got this name."

    He glanced at Mo Ran and patted him on the shoulder.

    "Uncle has not studied for a few days, but he also knows that life is like morning dew, which disappears in the blink of an eye. You should treat Mingjing as a step ahead, and you will be a brother in your next life."

    Mo Ran slowly closed his eyes.

    Xue Zhengyong said: "Sorrows and changes are all empty words. If you are sad, just cry out. If you don't want to leave, you can stay with him here. But you have to eat and drink. I will go to Mengpotang to eat something later.  Come back. After that, you have to kneel, I won't stop you."

    The Frost Heaven Palace is cold and silent. In the huge cold room, white silk flutters gently, like gentle fingers brushing over the forehead.

    Mo Ran slowly opened his eyes.

    It is still the kind of ice coffin in memory, made of Kunlun Xuanxue, the body of the coffin is crystal clear, and lingers with wisps of cold air.

    It's just that the person lying inside is replaced by Chu Wanning.

    Mo Ran never thought that in this life, in this rift, the person who died would be Chu Wanning.

    He was caught off guard and couldn't even react.

    Facing the cold body of this person, there was not much fluctuation, no joy of the death of the enemy, and no sadness of the death of the master.

    Mo Ran was almost suspicious, and looked down at Chu Wanning for a long time. The face of that person was thinner and colder than usual, and now it was really covered with a layer of frost. Even the tightly closed eyelashes were frozen, and the lips were so cold  The skin is bluish white, and the skin is almost transparent, and the light blue blood vessels can be seen, like fine fetal cracks on white porcelain.

    How could he be the one who left?

    Mo Ran raised his hand and touched Chu Wanning's cheek, the tentacles were very cold.

    All the way down, throat, neck, no pulse.

    Get it again.

    He held his hand, the knuckles were a little stiff, but it felt rough.

    Mo Ran felt strange. Although Chu Wanning had small calluses on his fingertips, his palms were always soft and delicate. He couldn't help but look carefully, but what he saw was chapped and broken scars. Although they had been wiped, but  But the wound will never heal again, and the flesh is still open.

    He remembered what Xue Meng said.

    "His spiritual power has been completely damaged, and he is no different from ordinary people. He can no longer use magic spells, and he can't transmit voices. He can only carry you behind his back and climb up the steps to the summit of life and death step by step"

    ?I couldn't hold it anymore, I couldn't stand up, I fell to the ground, knelt, and dragged until my fingers were worn out and my hands were covered with blood.

    Also take him home.

    The ink burned and murmured: "Did you carry me back?"

    ""

    "Chu Wanning, is that you"

    ""

    "If you don't nod yourself, I won't believe it." Mo Ran said to the person in the coffin, his face was calm, as if he believed that the person in front of him would really wake up, "Chu Wanning, you nod. Nod  I believe you, I don't hate you ?sp; Mo Ran couldn't eat anymore, he pushed the noodle bowl away, and fled away from this place that would drive him crazy.  He ran wildly at the peak of death and life, as if he wanted to leave behind all the misunderstandings of the past ten years, as if he wanted to go back to the absurd rolling years, and catch up with the man who left Meng Potang alone.

    Catch up with him and say something.

    "Sorry, I hated you wrong."

    Mo Ran ran and ran in the dark night without orderbut there was a broken figure of Chu Wanning everywhere.  The platform of good and evil teaches him to read and practice swords.  Naihe Bridge, hold an umbrella with him and walk together.  In the Qingtian Temple, I have been punished and traveled far alone.

    He became more and more miserable and helpless at night.

    Suddenly, I ran to a bright place, and suddenly felt that the clouds were clearing and the fog was clear, and the bright moon was hanging high.

    Mo Ran panted and stopped.

    Tower of Babel¡­¡­

    The place where he died in his previous life, the place where he and Chu Wanning met for the first time.

    His heart was beating like a drum, his eyes were chaotic, he was overwhelmed by the tide of the past, he couldn't dodge, and he was finally forced here.

    The moon is white and the wind is clear, when I first met you.

    Mo Ran finally stopped running, he knew that he would never be able to escape, and he was destined to owe Chu Wanning in his life.

    He slowly walked up the steps and walked under the crabapple tree that was still flowing.  Stretch out your hand and stroke the dry tree furuncle, which is as hard as a cocoon in your heart.

    At this time, it has been nearly three days since Chu Wanning died.

    Mo Ran raised his head, and suddenly saw the gentleness of the flowers and trees, vaguely as before.  It wasn't until this time that a burst of endless sadness suddenly surged. He pressed his forehead against the tree trunk, and finally wept bitterly, tears pouring down like rain.

    "Master, Master" He choked up and murmured, and what he repeated in his mouth was the sentence when he first saw Chu Wanning, "You take care of me, okayyou take care of me"

    But things are different, and he is the only one left in front of the Tongtian Tower, no one pays attention to him, and no one will come again.

    After the rebirth, Mo Ran is in the figure of a young man, but what is contained in the shell is the soul of the 32-year-old Ta Xianjun. He has seen too much life and death, and tasted the sweetness and sourness of the world. Therefore, since his resurrection, he  The emotions in the heart are not so sincere and clear, it always seems to be covered by a mask.

    But at this moment, such confusion and pain suddenly appeared on his face, naked, immature, pure, and green.

    Only at this moment can he really look like an ordinary boy who has lost his master, like an abandoned child, like an orphan dog who has lost his home and can never return.

    He said, you justify me.

    You justify me

    However, what responded to him was, after all, only the whirling branches and leaves and the lush shadows of flowers.

    However, the person under Haitang who had handsome eyebrows and eyes back then would never and never be able to raise his head to look at him, even for the last time.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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