[R18] Erha and he’s white cat master – “Erha and He’s White Cat Master” Chapter 104 [English]

Chapter 104 Master’s Handwriting

A wind lantern is wandering faintly on the summit of life and death, looking for the returning half-wisp of a lonely soul.

After the soul-inducing lamp was turned on, the living people could no longer see the ink burning. He seemed to have become half a ghost, walking all over the bluestone steps and corridors and terraces, Zhang watched.

Red Lotus Waterside Pavilion, Shuangtian Palace, Sansheng Terrace…

I’ve been everywhere, but I can’t see him.

Mo Ran couldn’t help but wonder, could it be that the master was exhausted during his lifetime and would never want to see him again after his death?

This thought made him feel like he was falling into an ice cave, and his feet became more and more anxious. The hem of his clothes swept across the grass, and he accidentally caught a glimpse of a person standing on the bridge of Naihe. It was clear, cold, and miserable. In an instant, his palms were sweating, and his heart was beating like a drum. He hurriedly ran towards that person.

“Master——”

What turned back was an unknown soul, probably the disciple who died in the crack in the sky. Half of his face was turned aside, full of blood, and he looked at the ink in confusion.

“…I’m sorry, I admitted my mistake.” Mo Ran murmured and hurried past he.The dead soul lost its mind and just stared stiffly at the ink-burning fire passing by without making any move. The corpse-white body was frozen in place, like a silkworm shed left in the world.

The ink can’t help but feel tighter.

What if the master’s human soul becomes a walking corpse like he?Even if you find he, can you keep him until dawn?

The iron horse in my heart was rushing through it, and my steps were getting faster and faster.

Raising his eyes, he suddenly realized that he had reached the door of Meng Potang without knowing when.

Mo Ran thought in his heart that the master is not obsessed with food on weekdays. After he comes back to his soul, he will not go to this cooking place.

Just as he was about to turn around and leave, he heard a gentle sigh from Meng Potang.

The sound was very thin, but it was like a thunder blast in Mo Ran’s head.

He broke into the door almost staggeringly, and tremblingly raised the soul-inducing lamp in his hand.The light of the soul lamp was like the rising sun, warm but faint, illuminating a silhouette in white clothes.

The knuckles were so white that the nails almost went into the palms of the hands.

Mo Ran murmured: “Master…”

Chu Wanning’s half-hearted soul stood alone in the huge kitchen.The figure is a little faded, like ink marks that have faded over time, but it still looks like he.

He was wearing the foggy white clothes he wore when he died, with large blood stains on the corners of his clothes, which was extremely miserable. Therefore, his skin was extremely pale and smoke-like in color. It seemed that just a gust of wind would dissipate his soul.

Mo Ran held the lamp and looked at the mirror flowers and water moon in front of him.

Wanting to go faster but afraid of being late, he left.

I want to walk slower, but I am afraid that if I rush, my dream will be shattered.

Thousands of thoughts were intertwined, but his eyes could not help but turn slightly red, and a lot of guilt came to his heart. He just felt that he owed him, and stood near he, feeling ashamed.

The lantern swayed gently.

As I got closer, I saw he was busy, seemed a little anxious, and so clumsy.

What is Chu Wanning doing?

When he came behind he, he originally wanted to help the poor soul, but when he saw the scene in front of him, he felt like he was struck by thunder. After the huge fear dissipated, a burst of pain suddenly opened his bloody mouth and bit his neck fiercely.

Mo Ran suddenly took two steps back and shook his head slowly, but he couldn’t say a word.

At this moment, even if you pierce your chest with an awl and rip out your heart, along with the blood vessels and broken flesh, it won’t hurt any more.

He saw that Chu Wanning’s hands, because he dragged himself and climbed over more than 3,000 steps before his death, the hands that had already been torn and bloody, were slowly rubbing on the table.

On the table, there are flour, seasonings, and stuffing meat.

There is boiling water in a pot next to it. The water has already boiled. Chu Wanning, a fool, doesn’t know how to put out the fire weaker. The mist of water makes everything around him very blurry…

Or maybe it’s not the steam that blurs the eyes of the spectators, but the burning of the ink that makes his own eyes moist.

Chu Wanning’s wisp of human soul is slowly squeezing the hand skin. He turns out to have a pair of extremely dexterous hands. The magic weapon comes from under his slender fingers, and the boundless barrier starts from between his palms.

But now the hands were in dilapidated condition, trembling slightly, and they were carefully wrapping one round hand after another.

“…”

Mo Ran suddenly raised his arms and tried his best to wipe his red eyes, but still couldn’t say a word.

Chu Wanning turned his back to he, and it seemed that he finally remembered that the water in the pot had been boiling for too long, and he was afraid that it would dry up if he didn’t care about it anymore, so he looked for the pot again.

he was stroking.

Yes, he is stroking.

Mo Ran finally came back to his senses from the pain that could drown him. He walked quickly and walked around the master.

he saw clearly.

After the three souls are separated, each of them will be missing something.Or memory, or sanity, or flesh and blood.

And this human soul that returned from the underworld has lost part of its perception.

Chu Wanning, who returned from the underworld, had blurry eyes and his hearing seemed not that good. He knocked something off and couldn’t even tell where it fell.But even so, he still worked hard to make this ordinary bowl of hand-cooked rice.As if this was his favorite thing to do during his lifetime, he could get a moment of tenderness in this blur of water vapor.

Mo Ran looked at it, feeling heartbroken and dizzy. For a moment, he couldn’t think. He just stood there and looked at everything in front of him.

“Clang.”

The soul, whose eyes were almost blurry, accidentally knocked down Meng Potang’s salt shaker because he couldn’t see clearly.

Chu nightning seemed to be shocked, and silently retracted his hand, his face stained with mottled blood showed such an uneasy look.

“What do you want to get…”

A hoarse voice sounded beside he, almost choked with sobs, extremely guilty, and heartbroken.

“Let me help you, okay?”

Chu Wanning was slightly surprised, but perhaps because of his incomplete soul, his mood would not be too turbulent, and he would soon regain his peace.

The ink burns, but every word uttered is almost difficult, almost pleading.

“Master, let me help you, okay…”

The water is boiling in the pot. The dead things in the kitchen are warm and lively, but the living people are miserable and silent.

After a long time, I finally heard Chu Wanning’s familiar voice, as low and steady as Kunshan jade.

“You’re here?”

“…Yes.”

“Just come and wait for a while. When the pot is cooked, Mo Ran will bring it to you.”

“…!”

The ink burned for a moment, and he didn’t understand what Chu Wanning was talking about.

But I saw Chu Wan Ning caressing the dragon’s hands full of snow jade and putting them into the pot. His face lost its sharpness in the water vapor and looked particularly soft.Then he said: “Yesterday I punished him so severely. It’s time to hate me. I heard from Xue Meng that he has been refusing to eat. When you give it to him, don’t say that I did it. He must know that he won’t be willing to eat.”

There was chaos in Mo Ran’s mind, and it seemed that there was something secret that had been dormant for half a life, and was about to come out.

“Master…”

Chu nightning smiled bitterly and said: “I’m afraid I’m too harsh on him. But his temperament of doing whatever he wants will always have to change. … Forget it, let’s not talk about it. Help me find a bowl, which should be thicker. It’s cold outside, so don’t let it get cold.”

Will break the ground, will break the ground.

As if hearing a slight cracking sound in my mind, a certain memory finally used its sharp claws to peck through the shell, screaming towards Mo Ran like a fierce ghost!

In an instant, the sky was dark and the earth was dark.

Copy hands.

Teacher is ignorant.

Master.

…

That was the first time that he had eaten a copycat made by Shi Mo. On that day, he was punished by Chu Wanning for accidentally breaking the famous flower planted by Mrs. Wang. Tianwen beat him until his skin and flesh were bruised, and he was heartbroken.

He was lying on the bed and refused to get up. He just thought about picking flowers and wanted to give them to the master, but he was whipped mercilessly. He felt that he was blind before to fall in love with Chu Wanning. It was lard that made him feel that Chu Wanning was gentle and that Chu Wanning cared about him.

On that day, Shi Mo came to He’s room gracefully with a bowl of steaming red oil Chao Shou. His soft voice, warm tone, and heart-warming Long Chao Shou made He’s disappointment in Master turn into a favorable impression of Shi Mo.

But who knows…

But who knows!!

That wisp of the soul of the dead stands beside him, and the human soul of each deceased person is different when it returns.Some, like Luo Xianxian, come to see the stories that are unknown after death; others, like the people by the Naihe Bridge just now, have no worries and just want to walk back to the place where they lived before.

This ray of human soul of Chu Wanning has lost his eyes, and he can’t distinguish the voices of the people around him, and he doesn’t even know what night it is.

When he returns to the mortal world, he probably feels that he did something badly or wrongly and feels regretful when he was alive.

Want to make amends.

Therefore, Chu Wanning finally made a decision that was no longer the same as before his death.

Take it out with your hands and put it in a bowl.Shredded green onions, milk-colored soup, and red oil topping.

He handed the bowl to “Shi Mei”, but suddenly stopped at the end.

“I treat him too much.” Chu night murmured.

A little silence.

“That’s all. I don’t want you to send him off. I’ll go see him myself and apologize to him.”

Mo Ran stared blankly, his face as pale as his soul.

I thought it was because Master was too cold, as cold as cold iron, which made my heart freeze into ice.But who would have thought that Master would actually be kind to me…

The regret that he cannot let go of in this world is actually himself.

——Apologise to he again.

The ice melted and turned into water and became an ocean.

Mo Ran slowly raised his hand and buried his face in his palm.

Shoulders tremble slightly.

Heart as hard as iron?Heart as hard as iron?

No…

The ink burned with sobs in his throat, and he cried again, he knelt down, he knelt in front of the remnant soul that could not see himself, the soul-inducing lamp was placed at his feet, he continued to moo intermittently, he was so hoarse that he almost cried blood, he finally couldn’t help crying anymore.

He knelt in front of Chu Wanning.

No…

He leaned into the dust, he caught Chu Wanning’s blood-stained clothes.

Your heart is as cold as iron, and I am not as stubborn as stone.It’s just that I miscalculated about my past and made many mistakes… It’s just…

“Master, Master…” He wailed and huddled up, “I can’t help you. Please… please go back with me…”

“Master… please come back with me. I was wrong. It’s my fault. I don’t blame you, I don’t hate you. It’s my fault. I always make you angry. If you hit me or scold me in the future, I will never fight back. Master, as long as you come back, I will listen to you in everything… respect you, love you, and treat you well…”

But the hem of Allen Chu’s clothes is so ethereal that it seems to break at any time when held in his hand.

Mo Ran wished he could cut open his chest and exchange his heart for him, as long as he could hear his heartbeat again.I wish I could drain all my blood into his veins, just to see the color on his face again.

He wished he could do everything to make up for the mistakes he had made.

“Master.” He finally burst into tears.

“Let’s start over, shall we…”

In front of Babel Tower, under the crabapple tree.

The grandmaster, as gentle as a white cat, raised his head, his phoenix eyes widened slightly, cicadas chirped three or two times on the branches, and the young man in front of him was smiling.

“Xianjun Xianjun, I have been looking at you for a long time. You ignored me.”

Twenty years passed in the blink of an eye, two lifetimes.

It’s all over.

Even though he is shameless and ambitious, he must say these words——

Master, let’s start over.

OK.

Please, please pay attention to me, okay…

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