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    But after a few laps outside the red lotus water pavilion, Mo Ran calmed down and did not do such crazy things.

    Too dangerous.

    This is the first time he has practiced Zhenlong chess, and he has never tried it in terms of effectiveness.  If you act recklessly against the first master, I am afraid that your life will be too long.

    So after hesitating again and again, Mo Ran still controlled his impulse, and he left the red lotus water pavilion.  After some deliberation, he finally chose to hit the two Zhenlong sunspots on the two young juniors who were at the peak of life and death - he needed many experiments, and picking the young ones with unstable foundations was the safest choice.

    It was a cool night, the night shrouded the mountain, and Mo Ran shot very fast. Seeing the two young men who were still competing by the river just now, he was so nervous that his hands were shaking  , the pupils shrunk.  The moonlight shone on his pale face, he pursed his lips, moved his fingertips slightly, and walked out.

    It was the first time he used this heinous forbidden technique, and he was excited and nervous.

    "Hey¡ª¡ª"

    The two men suddenly knelt down, but Mo Ran was like a frightened bird, like a murderer who had just killed someone. A little trouble killed him. He immediately hid in the nearby bushes, and his heart seemed to jump out of his throat.

    Bang bang bang.

    After a long delay, he saw the two people knelt on the spot so stiffly, motionless, and his beating heart finally calmed down.

    His underwear was already drenched with cold sweat, and his scalp was numb.

    He goes out.

    Standing under the moonlight again, beside the gravel on the river beach.

    This time he was finally calmer than before, although he still didn't dare to breathe, cautiously like a slippery snake hissing and swimming out in the night.

    Mo Ran looked down at the two juniors.

    The two people who were still joking around just now had no color on their faces, they were as calm as stagnant water, kneeling motionless on the ground, Mo Ran stared at them, and they didn't look up, just kneeling like this.

    ""

    Mo Ran tried to move his fingertips again to activate the spell.

    The two seniors knocked down, then got up, turned their eyes, and in those two pairs of dark eyes, Mo Ran saw his own reflection.

    The reflection will not be too clear, but for some reason, the ink burns and feels that he can see it clearly, and the autumn will appear, and the water will not leak.

    He saw a pale ghost with red eyes against the full moon.

    When Mo Ran heard his own voice, he trembled and tried hoarsely: "Report your name."

    What answered him were the calm voices of two ancient wells: "I can't help myself."

    Mo Ran's heart was beating violently, the blood was flowing freely in his body, his Adam's apple was throbbing, and he continued to ask in a low voice, "Where are you?"

    "It's not up to me."

    "When is this evening?"

    "I can't control my age."

    ?For the low-level sunspots successfully controlled by Zhenlong Chess Game, there will be three things that I can't control: why I can't control my name, I can not control where I am, and I can not control what year it is.

    ¡ª¡ªAll determined by the master.

    This is exactly the same as what is recorded in the fragmented ancient books.

    The ink is burning, and it is strange to say that when facing the two chess pieces made by himself, what he feels the most is not ecstasy, but fear.

    What is he afraid of?  He didn't know, but his heart was very chaotic, very chaotic.

    He knew that he was standing on the edge of the precipice¡ªno, he had fallen off the precipice, and there was darkness below, an endless abyss, and he could not see the end, where death was, where was the end, where was fire, where  is the end.

    He felt as if there was a soul in his body screaming and screaming in pain, but it quickly shattered, shattered into powder, shattered into residue.

    Trembling, he reached out and touched the cheek of one of the chess pieces.

    He swallowed, but there was no saliva in his mouth, his lips were chapped, his handsome face was twisted, he stared at the little junior, and then asked the last question: "What do you want?"

    "What I want is to be a king's pawn, to be smashed to pieces, and I will not hesitate to do so."

    ""

    The ink burns and does not shake.

    Everything around suddenly became very quiet, cold and quiet, like ice.

    He made two chess pieces, two pieces, which made the two little juniors whose names he didn't even know became his string puppets.  If he wants them to go east, they won't go west; if he wants them to kill each other, they won't let it go.

    He is their master.

    ??Amidst the crazed laughter coiled around like a vulture, he trembled slightly.

    "Ink burning"

    "Shi Mei died well, it is worth dying, the righteousness of death is awe-inspiring, and death is worthy of death!"

    "Mo Ran, you"

    Stop laughing.

    Don't say any more.

    But he couldn't speak, Chu Wanning couldn't speak, he couldn't beg for mercy, he couldn't beg, and he couldn't reprimand this apprentice who was close to madness, saying - you are wrong, it's not that I don't want to save him  , I really have no energy.

    I also suffered the same injury as him, and if I consume an extra inch of spiritual power, I will become a bone in the grave, a person under the spring.

    He couldn't speak.

    Maybe it's because I feel that such a confession is too weak.

    Or maybe he felt that, probably in Mo Ran's heart, even if his master died, it was not worth mentioning, and he was not as clear as the most gentle teacher who treated him.

    So in the end, Chu Wanning just tried his best to suppress the trembling in his voice, squeezed out every word in a low voice, and said, "Mo Weiyu, how long are you going crazy?"

    ""

    "Go back to me."

    Rage cooks grief, bitterness in the throat.

    "Shi Mingjing's death was not to exchange for a lunatic like you."

    "Master's words are wrong." Mo Ran smiled and said, "Master Mo's death, how can I be the one who gets back?"

    He is like a snake and a scorpion, like a bee or an ant, biting people's hearts.

    "He died, and he got it back in exchange, it's clearly you, Master."

    The bee stings into the flesh.

    Looking at Chu Wanning's pale face, he felt a painful pleasure in his heart.  He stimulated him desperately, sarcasm him, and broke his heart, making Chu Wanning feel worse than death.

    great.

    They go to hell together.

    "I also want to go back." Mo Ran smiled calmly, the dimple was deep, and he brewed poisonous wine, "I don't want to wander around in the middle of the night. But my house is opposite his house."

    Mo Ran didn't say who it was, he used the word "he".

    Among them, the intimacy made Chu Wanning even more tormented.

    "The lights in his house will never come on again."

    Chu WanNing closed his eyes.

    Mo Ran smiled, and after a long time, his expression gradually calmed down: "I want to ask for a bowl of chaoshou, but I can't ask for it again."

    For a moment, Chu Wanning's eyelashes trembled, and his lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something.

    But Mo Ran didn't give him a chance to speak out, nor did he have the courage to speak out. Mo Ran ridiculed: "Master, copying hands is something that people in Sichuan are best at doing. Red oil, spicy pepper, and pepper are indispensable."  It's all what you hate the most. At the beginning you wanted to cook another bowl for me, and I accepted it. But, I know what you cook without having to taste it. There is only one word to describe it. "

    Chu Wanning still didn't open his eyes, and his eyebrows were slightly frowned.

    It seems that in this way, the sharp sword of lips and tongue can be avoided.

    "I don't read much. Fortunately, I just heard Xue Meng say it a few days ago. I think it is really suitable to use it in Master's copying hands."

    What is it?

    In vain?

    Vain?

    Chu Wanning searched in confusion in his consciousness, as if he was busy finding a suit of armor, and found the most unpleasant words to pick up first, so as not to be bullied too embarrassingly.

    Worthless?

    Mo Ran still didn't open his mouth, the word was soaked playfully between his lips and teeth.

    Yes, worthless.

    Chu WanNing firmly believes that there is no more chilling word than this.

    He calmed down.

    Until he heard Mo Ran calmly say: "Dong Shi imitates."

    He opened his eyes almost in a daze.

    He never thought that the other party would be so vicious. Under the sleeves of his robe, his hands were trembling slightly.

    Kneading dough, seasoning, kneading stuffing

    Facing "Bashu Food Records", I read it word by word seriously, with flour crumbs on my face, and the chao hands that were wrapped from crooked to round and cute.

    He has been studying hard and pondering hard.

    Just change those four words.

    Dong Shi imitated the frown.

    The river beach at night was glowing with silver light, Mo Ran looked at him, Chu Wanning stood there for a while, and suddenly turned and left without saying a word.

    For some reason, Mo Ran always felt that on that day, his pace of leaving was a little fast, and he was no longer as calm and steady as before-like defeat, like fleeing.

    He didn't know why there was a trace of uncertainty in his heart. He frowned, looked at Chu Wanning's back, and when the back was about to disappear, he finally called out: "Wait!" (Remember this website website: www  .hlnovel.com)?Calm and steady¡ªlike defeat, like fleeing.

    He didn't know why there was a trace of uncertainty in his heart. He frowned, looked at Chu Wanning's back, and when the back was about to disappear, he finally called out: "Wait!" (Remember this website website: www  .hlnovel.com
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