[R18] Erha and he’s white cat master – “Erha and He’s White Cat Master” Chapter 219 [English]

Chapter 219 [Jiaoshan] Mo Xiangli

Mo Ran didn’t answer, or couldn’t answer. He stepped forward and hugged Chu Wanning involuntarily.

“…What’s wrong with you?”

In his arms are cool clothes and warm body.

“Why are you crying?”

He doesn’t know, dream, reality?

He is no longer clear, but in the Red Lotus Waterside Pavilion, there is no body of Chu Wanning lying coldly. He’s master is still alive, and he is still worried that the joints of Yeyoushen are not flexible enough, and is considering whether to apply tung oil or varnish.

That seems to be enough.

He was addicted to this for a while and didn’t want to wake up again.

He and Chu Wanning completed the mecha man. It was already late, so he took Chu Wanning back to the room. Just like in his previous life, he and he were lingering and rubbing their ears.

Chu Wanning in the dream is not so docile, he always has this kind of ruthlessness, and he can’t let go.

Even when the pleasure reaches the extreme between the bed and the bed, when he vents it out, he often bites his lower lip, with moisture in his eyes, but does not say a word, but breathes heavily and uncontrollably.

The candlelight was not extinguished, and the melting lights reflected the face of the person under him. The ink burned almost obsessively as he stared at his confused look. He stared at Chu Wanning’s facial features, eyebrows, and stared at Chu Wanning’s black eyes, which were soaked in the shadow of candles.

The candle shadow swayed like petals falling in a deep pool.

When the ink burned, the petals swayed and floated in the pool, and the ripples spread out. Finally, moist water vapor slipped from the end of Chu Wanning’s eyes and was kissed by the ink.

He understands very well what kind of person Chu Wanning is. Without the use of love medicine, it will be difficult to climax in love. His self-control is so good that it is regrettable.

But so what?

The tears are uncontrollable, and so is the rapid breathing. It doesn’t matter if he doesn’t scream. It’s also good to watch him being fucked by him until he cries, until his face is flushed and his eyes are blind, his strong chest can’t help rising and falling, and he’s panting again and again.

It was a lovely night, and it was only at Yin that they hugged each other and fell asleep.

Mo Ran hugged the person in his arms tightly, both of them were sweating. The hot and humid bodies were pressed against the hot and humid bodies, and even the temple hair was stuck to the cheeks.

He kissed Chu Wanning’s earlobes and neck tenderly and lingeringly, holding him 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 surprised to realize that Chu Wanning was no longer beside his bed.

“Master?!”

He sat up suddenly.

Then he saw Chu Wanning standing by the half-open window. It was already dawn, and there was light rain outside the window.

Mo Ran breathed a sigh of relief and stretched out his hand towards him: “Master, come here…”

But Chu Wanning did not move. He was dressed neatly, in white like snow, and looked quietly at the man on the bed.Mo Ran stared at he, and suddenly a strong uneasiness rose in his heart.

Chu Wanning said to he: “Mo Ran, it’s time for me to leave.”

“Let’s go?” He was stunned, the mattress was still hot, there were broken hair on the pillow, and there was a faint smell of lust, but Chu Wanning stood in front of him, but it seemed that he was across a lake and a sea, so distant, and the ink burned anxiously, “Where are you going? This is the Red Lotus Pavilion, your home, we are already at home, where are you going?”

Allen Chu shook his head, turned his face sideways, looked at the gradually growing paleness outside the window, and said: “There is no time, it will be dawn.”

“Wan Ning!!”

Just a wink.

The house was empty, there was nothing left.

He hurriedly got up from the bed and threw on his clothes. He didn’t even bother to put on his shoes and socks, and stumbled out the door.

The wind blew away all night, and thousands of snowflakes drifted away. Most of the bright begonia flowers last night had been knocked down, and the remaining flowers covered the steps, tables and chairs. There was also a finished night wandering god on the stone table. The metal gloves and files were left beside it, as if Allen Chu had just left, as if Allen Chu would come back at any time.

“Wanning? Wanning!”

He ran around like crazy in the Red Lotus Pavilion, looking for it, but he kept avoiding the lotus pond. Subconsciously, he did not dare to go to the lotus pond. He did not dare to go…

But he finally walked over in despair.

Bare feet, stepping on the cold bluestone road.

He stopped a long way away from the lotus pond. From his pale toes all the way up, the last thing he could see was a face with no color.

With his eyes wide open in confusion, he saw the man lying in the lotus pond from a distance, just like the man he saw almost every day in the last two years before his death in his previous life.

Lying in the depths of the lotus flower, my body has not decayed, my clothes are clean, what is the difference from when I was alive?

…what’s the difference!!!

he walked over step by step.

Close.

Closer.

As long as you go further, you can come to the edge of the pool, and you can clearly see every eyelash of he. Even after death, it seems like the slightly frowning sword eyebrows and the phoenix eyes that are no longer open.

But he knelt down hesitantly.

His knees hit the stone slab, and he knelt and curled up, shaking and trembling for a long time. He suddenly thought of the elixir that Mr. Liu gave him, the elixir that could bring the dead back to life. So he was ecstatic, his fingers and claws trembled and curled up ferociously, rummaging through the Qiankun bag, and he took out the contents one by one.

“Elixir… elixir… I want the elixir that can bring the dead back to life… where is the elixir!!! Where is the elixir?!!!”

After digging through everything, he turned the entire Qiankun bag upside down, not even letting go of the needlework and threads, touching every inch of it.

But no.

The elixir is gone, the elixir is not in it.

Or maybe the collision with Mr. Liu and the elixir he got just now was also a dream?

No, these are all dreams, one after another…

He collapsed, his consciousness was confused and separated, he raised his hands desperately to rub his cheeks and eyelids, he murmured: “No, there are some…I clearly put them inside…there are fairy medicines…there are fairy medicines…some…some…”

He searched frantically again, kneeling in front of Chu Wanning’s body and searching hysterically. There was a terrible light in his eyes, but his voice became more and more choked and desperate, and he finally leaned over and cried loudly.

“I put it in, I put it in!!”

He brushed away the scattered debris in front of him with one palm, and countless tinkling porcelain bottles rolled down and even broke. He knelt and crawled forward among the broken pieces. The fragments pierced his flesh and knees. He ignored it and crawled towards the person lying in the lotus pond.

He finally took him out of the pool and held the cold body tightly in his arms.

——That’s something he always wanted to do in his previous life, but never did.

He is holding Chu Wanning’s body, the drizzle is still lingering, the sky is getting brighter layer by layer, but it has nothing to do with them, he is holding Chu Wanning’s body and crying, he is close to his cheek, kissing his nose bridge, eyelashes, lips.

“Master…please…just listen to me…please…”

At that moment, he’s figure overlapped with that of the orphan who once broke down and howled while holding his mother’s rotting body on the mass grave, begging passers-by to bury him and his mother together.

That year, he was only five years old.A five-year-old child swore never to see his loved ones again, and his muscles and bones rotted and turned into mud in front of him.

In the blink of an eye, so many years have passed, and the thirty-two-year-old Ta Xianjun is holding the body of Master He, sometimes laughing wildly, sometimes stroking the corpse and crying bitterly.

It was a body that was no different from the one in life. He had done it. He had been able to make the dead look like living people. There even seemed to be a faint trace of blood under the skin of the corpse, as if it was sleeping peacefully.

This time he did not plead with anyone to bury him and Chu Wanning deep in the ground.

But Ta Xianjun himself had buried himself alive. On the day after Chu nightning died, he drank a jar of pear blossom white. Every day after that, he was in a tomb of the living dead called Honglian Shuixie, drunk and dreaming.From that day on, he has buried himself.

“Master, please pay attention to me…”

“Ink burns!”

“You…just pay attention to me…”

He vaguely heard someone calling him, a familiar voice.The surroundings were dark again, so he was like a drowning man grabbing a piece of driftwood. Someone stretched out his hand to him. He choked and held the person tightly, “Don’t leave, I won’t do anything evil or bad, and I won’t make you angry again…”

He grabbed the man’s finger and intertwined his fingers.

he smells the faint fragrance of flowers, the fragrance of crabapple.

“I have the elixir that brings 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 leave, please…” He followed the place where the warm body was regardless, he hugged the body, “Please, I would rather…”

“I’d rather be the one who dies.”

“Mo Ran! Wake up!”

But he can’t wake up. The pain is deeper than the sea. He is about to drown, but he can’t wake up.

He’s throat was choked with sobs, and he hugged the person who called him tightly, and his eyelashes were actually wet: “The person I would rather die is me, Master…”

“Bullshit! What are you going to do! Hey!”

Suddenly a person rushed over and grabbed him. Then there was chaos around him. Someone poured a glass of cold water between his lips and teeth.

Mo Ran suddenly felt cold all over, and the water was as cold as thousand-year-old ice, almost freezing his lungs.

he opened his eyes suddenly!

“…”

The first thing that caught his eye was Jiang Xi’s gloomy face, holding a green jade bottle in his hand. It was obvious that he had just been fed the contents of the bottle.

“I…”

As soon as he opened his mouth, he felt his throat was hoarse and couldn’t say more for a while.

Then he looked around and found that he was back in the Ancestral Temple Heavenly Palace. Cold sweat had soaked his clothes. People around him looked at him with strange expressions, especially Xue Meng, whose face turned blue and white, which was very ugly.

He was lying on Chu Wanning’s knees, holding Chu Wanning’s waist tightly with his hands. The dignified and respectful clothes that Chu Wanning originally wore had been pulled into a mess by he in his dream, and the edge of the robe slipped to his shoulders.

Mo Ran: “…”

He didn’t…he didn’t say anything he shouldn’t have said, right?

Chu Wanning’s face was not good-looking, but he was still somewhat calm. He said: “Why is a person running forward so fast?”

“Master, I…I just…”

“You’re trapped.” Jiang Xi put away the jade bottle, stood up again, lowered his eyes and said, “Take a rest, I’m feeding you Po Meng Han Shui, you will feel very cold, just drink a cup of tea or so.”

Mo Ran has not yet recovered from the layers of horrific dreams, and his eyes are still a little confused. After a long time, he murmured: “Nightmare?… But I have been very careful, and… I didn’t notice any traces of magic…”

Jiang Xi’s somewhat surly minions showed their sharpness: “Spells? What is that stupid thing?”

Everyone present: “…”

“The most ruthless thing in the world, the most invisible thing that kills people, do you think it’s magic?” The head of the Medicine Sect narrowed his eyes, rolled up his sleeves and said contemptuously, “That’s ridiculous. The most powerful thing in the world is medicine.”

“In this Heavenly Palace, a kind of incense has been smoked in advance, called ‘Nineteen-Level Hell’. This spice is colorless and odorless, but it can make people hallucinate and fall into the biggest fear in their lives.” Jiang Xi paused as he said this, and then looked at Mo Ran, “The greater the fear, the deeper the sinking. I have also rescued several people who were trapped in the Nineteen-Level Hell before, and gave them four to five drops of dream-breaking cold water, heThey woke up – but do you know how much you drank?”

“…how much?”

Jiang Xi seemed a little displeased and said: “It’s half a bottle. It’s enough to save more than a hundred people and bring your consciousness back. …I’m actually a little curious, Grandmaster Mo, why do you have such deep fear at such a young age? What are you afraid of?”