[R18] Erha and he’s white cat master – “Erha and He’s White Cat Master” Chapter 146 [English]

Chapter 146 Master, her getting married really has nothing to do with me.

From that day on, a strange scene appeared in Meng Po Hall.

The “Exclusive Seat for Elder Yuheng” where no idler dared to sit, now has Mo Weiyu.

The disciples who come and go can always see Mo Ran and Chu Wanning eating together. The two people sit face to face. Mo Ran always puts some dishes into Master He’s dishes.

“Hush, look, Senior Brother Mo handed the elder another piece of beef brisket. It’s such a big piece. I bet Elder Yu Heng won’t eat it.”

Not far away, a group of disciples were whispering and placing bets in low voices.

“I bet I won’t eat it either. Elder Yu Heng doesn’t seem to like beef very much.”

“Then I bet he can eat it. After all, he also accepted the pigeon eggs in front of me.”

The group of people glanced over there. They held their breath and saw Chu Wanning frowning, poking the piece of beef with the tip of his chopsticks, and saying something to Mo Ran with a sullen face.

The distance was far away, and they couldn’t hear clearly, but Mo Ran seemed to have said a few words, and Chu Wanning’s face became even more unkind.

Disciples A, B, and B, who bet that Chu would rather not eat, were immediately delighted. They were so fascinated that they almost put the soup spoons in their nostrils.

“Look, the elder doesn’t eat, he doesn’t eat!”

“Don’t poke me with your elbow, and keep your voice down. If Elder Yuheng hears you betting with he, he will skin you alive!”

“Hehehe, I don’t care, these twenty silver leaves are mine~”

As the disciple said this, he wanted to grab the silver leaves that were placed on the dining table as chips, but before he could touch them, the people next to him lowered their voices and shouted nervously: “Wait a minute, the outcome is still uncertain, the elder is using his chopsticks again!”

“What?”

Looking again, sure enough, Chu Wanning picked up the piece of beef brisket. The gamblers watched eagerly and felt that their hearts were being pinched by the pair of white jade chopsticks. They couldn’t get up or down, and it hurt.

“I want to eat, I want to eat, I want to eat…Twenty silver leaves, twenty silver leaves, twenty silver leaves…” The disciple who bet that Chu Wanning would eat beef brisket kept talking and shaking his legs nervously.Suddenly he’s eyes froze, and his whole body seemed to be frozen, “Ah!!”

Elder Yu Heng actually threw the beef that had been picked up back into the ink-burning bowl without any explanation!

“…………”

“Hahahaha, narrow victory, narrow victory!”

“I just said that the elder will definitely not eat it. Come on, all the leaves belong to me.”

The disciple who lost the bet sighed, suddenly became depressed, hit his head on the dining table, tilted his head and choked speechlessly, looking in the direction of Chu Wanning in a daze.

Elder, I was wrong. I shouldn’t have made a bet with you. If I lost, I wouldn’t even have the money to buy spiritual stones this month!

Feeling sorry for himself, suddenly, he saw Mo Ran’s elbow move, his tall body leaned forward slightly, and said a few words to Chu Wanning, and then the defeated disciple saw with his own eyes that their senior brother Mo picked up the beef brisket again, along with some vegetables, and handed it to Chu Wanning’s lips again.

…

???

This disciple was shocked—Senior Brother Mo was planning to feed the elder directly!?

Obviously Chu Wanning was not used to it. He knocked the burning chopsticks with his chopsticks unceremoniously and said two words with a serious expression.

That mouth shape is so understandable:

Put it down!

Mo Ran smiled and put the vegetables and beef back with the chopsticks, but not in his own bowl, but in the master’s bowl. Chu Wanning had no choice but to sigh and silently ate the meat and vegetables in the eyes of more than ten chicken thieves who were unaware of him.

“…”

The gamblers at this table were dumbfounded. The disciples who thought they had won were all dumbfounded, and the silver leaves they held in their hands slipped off.

On the other hand, the languid fellow immediately jumped up and came back to life with full blood. His eyes were shining brightly and he said eagerly: “Hahaha, you turned defeat into victory! You turned defeat into victory! Senior brother, junior brother, I’m sorry, these leaves still have to be mine. Hahahaha, I’ve made a fortune. I’ll bet tomorrow, haha, I’ll bet again tomorrow!”

The two masters and disciples over there were completely unaware. Mo Ran held up his chopsticks and slowly picked up the rice in the bowl while watching Chu Wanning lower his head and eat the beef brisket.

It was a little hot in Meng Potang. The sleeve of Mo Ran’s left arm was rolled up to the elbow, revealing a strong and slender arm. The muscles of the arm were bulging and undulating under the honey-colored skin. He scooped up a bowl of soup, and deliberately added a few more ribs to the bowl while Chu Wanning was not paying attention. The meat was in the bottom of the soup, so it was not easy to see.

“Master, please finish the soup to ward off the cold.”

“Consommé?”

Mo Ran blinked: “It seems so, I didn’t pay attention when I hit it, and I forgot.”

Chu Wanning looked at the soup noodles, and there was a piece of green hairy cabbage leaf floating on it. It looked really delicious, so he didn’t put it down and took a spoonful of it.

“Does it taste good?”

“Not bad.”

“Then don’t waste it.” Mo Ran smiled and said, “Drink more.”

Chu Wanning glanced at he lightly: “You still dare to talk about me? Don’t eat so many dishes in the future. If you can’t eat it yourself, you have to share it with me.”

“Haha, okay, then I’ll hit less next time.”

Seeing Chu Wanning nodding, Mo Ran picked up his soup bowl. The soup was a bit hot. He blew on the soup noodles, and the hot air dispersed, making his resolute face appear soft.

Hot soup is a very wonderful food. It is obviously just a bowl of boiled water with some meat and vegetable seasonings, but it can warm the whole person from the stomach to the heart. Drinking soup with the people you love, the feeling of satisfaction is like throwing a pebble into the water, and the ripples on the lake surface spread out layer by layer, shining with light.

The ink burned in the hard-earned tranquility in this life, and sighed softly involuntarily.

It turns out that the years are leisurely, and when you drink it, it is just the taste of a bowl of soup.

For this bowl of soup, he once grinded his teeth, sucked blood, and killed people like hemp. And now, for this bowl of soup, he feels regret in his bones and breaks his liver and intestines.

He held the soup bowl and drank quickly.

Whether it’s inner uneasiness, uncertainty about the future, or regret and guilt, at this moment, he doesn’t want to think too much. He has so few good days that he needs to snatch them day and night.It’s not that he doesn’t want to taste it slowly and leisurely, he actually envies people like Xue Meng. Because he was born rich, he is always calm and leisurely.

Mo Ran can’t take it easy, he often has so few things that he is always fighting for it with bared teeth, and he is afraid of being snatched away, so he can only eat it immediately and voraciously. In this aspect, he almost retains his original animal nature. He feels that only by eating food and hiding it in his stomach can he feel at ease. Only when he truly owns this thing, no one can take it away.

When he was a child, he competed with other children for food.

In his previous life, he fought for the world with all the immortal kings.

And in this life, he just wants to grab this bowl of soup.

He knows that he has done a lot of bad things, and he is afraid that fate will have to settle with him one day, so he just wants to snatch a little bit of his pitiful happiness, and then run wildly, leaving his fate far behind.

Like all those who after committing a serious crime, Pan Ran repented and wanted to start over again, although Mo Ran kept laughing, he was still uneasy in his heart.He knows that “good and evil will eventually be rewarded” is not a lie. When the excitement is getting colder, he will always feel that the peace in front of him is fake, like a mirage, like a mirror, and eventually he will wake up and return to the empty Wushan Temple, back to hell.

Therefore, he wants to drink a few more sips before the soup gets cold.

In this way, if one day, he is really punished for his evil deeds, and is cast aside by the world, judged by fate, and pushed into the abyss of the cold pool again, he will be able to walk alone with this breath of heat.

“What are you thinking about?” Chu Wanning asked he.

“Ah.” Mo Ran came back to his senses, responded gently, and then smiled, “Nothing, I like to be in a daze after eating.”

Allen Chu glanced at he’s empty bowl: “Have you finished drinking?”

“Yeah.”

“You seem to like today’s pork rib soup?”

“Haha, yes.”

Allen Chu took he’s bowl and said, “I’ll give you some more.”

He quickly went back and returned. Sure enough, he brought a large bowl of broth, which was a little hot. After putting down the bowl, Chu Wanning used his fingertips to rub the tips of his ears, which not only warmed the ears but also lowered the temperature of his fingers.

He sat down again and said, “Drink.”

“What a full bowl.”

“You drink more slowly.” Chu Wanning said, “If there is not enough, there is still more, no one will grab it from you.”

Mo Ran was touched by this simplest sentence. He held the soup bowl, his dark eyes drooped, and with a slight nasal voice, he smiled and responded: “Okay.”

Chu Wanning didn’t know that in fact, at that moment, Mo Ran spent all his life’s efforts not to hold the bowl full of soup, and shed tears when he heard the words “There is not enough, no one will compete with you.”

Chu Wanning has been gone for five years, and he has suffered and blamed himself for five years.

Five years later, his master told him to take his time.

Mo Ran’s heart suddenly felt very painful. The closer he got to Chu Wanning, the more sad he felt.In fact, if you don’t pay attention to many things, you won’t be able to see the affection behind them. But now that he has carefully looked at it, he can see that Chu Wanning treats him so tolerant, so gentle, and so kind.

He actually abused such a person in his previous life.

How can I be so virtuous and capable in this life that I can stay with you for a long time?

He’s heart is trembling and struggling painfully. On the one hand, he feels that he is not worthy. He feels that he should stay away from Chu Wanning. Where does he feel that he has the face to smile at Chu Wanning and be good to Chu Wanning?brazen!

But, on the other hand, he longs for it all the time – is this it? Can it be like this? We still have a long life, let him redeem the sins he has committed bit by bit, okay?

——

I came back from the mountain of corpses covered in sin.

I used my hands that were full of blood in my previous life to hold up the mellow and warm soup in this life.

I wish to kneel down for the rest of my life and return to purgatory after death. I just hope that you… are still willing to hold a cup and taste it.

“Master.”

I don’t know when, Xue Meng came.

Mo Ran came back to his senses. In fact, since the death of Chu Wanning, he has been so self-blame and uneasy almost all day and night. After being soaked in such emotions for a long time, the whole person will appear very heavy, which is not a good thing for him. Therefore, he has been working hard to adjust his emotions. In the past year, he has only gotten better.

But occasionally one or two points in life will still touch him, and he will still fall into entanglement and self-disgust because of a word or an incident.

When he raised his head and looked at Xue Meng, the gloom on his face was still there, which shocked Xue Meng.

“Oh, what are you doing, you bitch? Looking at me like that? Do you owe me money?”

Mo Ran knew that he had just been in an emotional fugue and couldn’t take it back, so he forced a smile and said: “You’ve eaten a little, do you have something to talk to the master about? Then tell me, I’ll go out and get some fresh air.”

“No, don’t go. Just sit down. This matter has something to do with you.”

“Is it related to me? What is it?”

The expression on Xue Meng’s face was a little subtle: “Don’t be disappointed if you tell me…”

Chu Wanning said: “Okay, Xue Meng, just tell me.”

“Oh.” Xue Meng, who originally wanted to sell it off, said immediately after hearing what the master said, “That’s it. I just received the invitation and Song Qiutong is getting married.”

The color of the ink burned with horror, and all the blood on his face suddenly disappeared.

But this tremor was not caused by Song Qiutong, but by Xue Meng – Mo Ran knew very well what Song Qiutong was in this life, so he wished he could go around her. He and she are now worse than clear water, and they can’t get along with each other.

But Xue Meng…

Why does Xue Meng think that he will be disappointed if Song Qiutong gets married?

Mo Ran’s whole heart tightened, and he almost instantly thought of the fake hook Chen who had been causing trouble in the previous series, the man behind the scenes who had never surfaced and was hiding deeply.

That person is very likely to be reborn. If so, that person will have a clear understanding of Mo Ran’s past and knows all about Mo Ran’s sins in his previous life!

Mo Ran had a pale face, forcing himself to be calm, and looked at Xue Meng calmly: “Why does it have to do with me?”

“Don’t you know it yourself?” Xue Meng looked a little weird and said, “Today the Rufeng Sect came to deliver the wedding invitation, and Miss Song specially asked someone to send you a letter. If you have no intersection with her, why did she write to you? Mo Ran, I’m not talking about you, when did you get into trouble with her?”

“…” The ink-burning mood was hard to calm down, like a thorn in the back. After a while, he said, “Written to me? Could it be a mistake…”

“Can’t be wrong.”

Xue Meng said, taking out an envelope from the lapel of his clothes and patting it on the table in front of Mo Ran: “In black and white, it says Mo Xianjun’s personal letter, Qiu Tong pays homage, can there be any mistake?”

Mo Ran glanced at the envelope, his heart was like a drum, and countless thoughts had flashed through his mind.

The handwriting of Song Qiutong was correct, but why did she edit a letter to herself before her wedding when she met Song Qiutong by chance in this life?

Xue Meng crossed his arms and was very unhappy: “Are you going to go back and dismantle it privately, or are you going to dismantle it here and watch it with us?”

“…”

Mo Ran turned his head and saw that Chu Wanning was also looking at him, his sword eyebrows slightly frowned.

“Tear it down?” Xue Meng was furious. He couldn’t stand the behavior of messing around with men and women.

If this is really the case, there is no way to avoid it…

Mo Ran only felt weak, and the fingertips he stretched out were cold. He said nothing, silently took the letter and opened it.

The author has something to say:

Mo Ran: Master, drink soup.

Mo Ran: Master, eat meat.

Mo Ran: Master, eat fish.

Mo Ran: Master, have some snacks.

Mo Ran: Master, drink.

Four Ghost Kings: What is the difference between the protagonist and the supporting role?The reason is that I get fat as soon as I eat, but he can’t get fat no matter how much he eats!

Mo Ran: No, you are fat just because you are an orange cat, and it has nothing to do with the protagonist and supporting roles.

Xue Meng: And Four Fatty, you are not a supporting role, you are just a supporting role o(n_n)o