[R18] Erha and he’s white cat master – “Erha and He’s White Cat Master” Chapter 220 [English]

Chapter 220 [Jiao Mountain] Walking Side by Side

The ink burned silently.

If it hadn’t been for this big dream, he wouldn’t have known that he hid such a shocking fear deep in his heart, fear of Chu Wanning’s death, fear of questioning his teacher about his emotions, fear of this life, in fact, it was just a dream of his own.

He lowered his head, wondering if it was the effect of the cold water that broke his dream, or some other reason.

he felt cold and shivered from the cold.

Allen Chu stood up from the ground.There are too many eyes here, and he and Mo Ran can’t have any more intimate actions, not to mention that Mo Ran just kept hugging him and calling his name in the nightmare.If he hadn’t tried his best to suppress it, he would have been crushed to the ground by Mo Ran in front of everyone. Although this did not happen in the end, Mo Ran’s emotions were so intense that he didn’t know how many people around him had noticed something strange.

Allen Chu slowly stood up. He had been sitting for a long time and his legs and feet were sore.

Xue Meng subconsciously raised his hand, but for some reason, he did not step forward to help him.However, the teacher stretched out his hand and said softly: “Master, please slow down.”

Lowering his eyelashes, Allen Chu didn’t say much or explain. He only took off the already scattered outer robe. The white clothes fluttered and fell on Mo Ran’s shoulders.

“Put it on and wait until the coldness of the medicine wears off before returning it to me.”

Mo Ran didn’t dare to look at he anymore, and whispered: “Yes, Master.”

The other people were all carefully checking the scene in the hall, or checking if there were any hidden weapons, and then they all dispersed.Xue Zhengyong asked Mo Ran a few questions. Seeing that his nephew was okay, he patted him on the shoulder and strode towards where the heads were.

Xue Meng did not leave. When everyone left, he suddenly leaned over, looked around, then lowered his voice and growled angrily: “What on earth did you dream about just now?”

Mo Ran: “…”

Xue Meng gritted his teeth: “I’m asking you something.”

“It’s all just a dream.”

“Those are what you are thinking about!” The light in Xue Meng’s eyes was a little confused, and he was extremely anxious. “What are you thinking about? Are you… are you…”

“I dreamed that I killed someone.” Mo Ran shivered slightly because of the bone-chilling cold, and his lips were blue and white. “I dreamed that I killed the master.”

“You-!”

“The he is gone…”

Xue Meng pursed his lips, as if he wanted to ask something more, but listening to Mo Ran’s words just now, it didn’t sound like he was lying, but he said he dreamed of killing the master…

Not to mention that Mo Ran now respects his teacher, and I don’t know why he has such fear, but just now he hugged Chu Wanning tightly, with that look – is it what a disciple should have?Is there something extra?A little more…Xue Meng didn’t dare to think about it anymore.

It seems that if you take another step forward, you will reach an abyss.

The medicine gradually dissipated, and Mo Ran slowly stood up from the ground. Xue Meng hesitated for a while, but still supported him.

Mo Ran said: “Thank you very much.”

Then he looked at the monks walking in front: “Are there any other people who are fascinated by incense?”

“No more, it’s just you, you ran too fast.” Xue Meng was still worried, but at last his emotions were not as intense as before, “The moment we entered the palace, Jiang Xi noticed that the incense of the Eighteen Ghosts was lit here.”

“…It’s not eighteen ghosts, it’s nineteen levels of prison.”

“It’s just this thing anyway, the name is not important.” Xue Meng said, “He has done the dispersal. If we come in again, it will be fine.” He paused, suddenly remembered something, and said, “But this is just a coincidence. If there was another trouble just now, it would be troublesome.”

“What do you mean?”

HeLet’s pull out the poison and then follow up… If this is the case, I’m afraid everyone who arrives at the Heavenly Palace will be infected,” Xue Meng said, “He can’t save so many people with just a bottle of dream-breaking cold water.”

Mo Ran vaguely felt something was wrong and asked: “Then why didn’t he stay there to remove the poison for everyone?”

“He had a young apprentice who said he could solve it, so Jiang Xi left his apprentice there and came up with us first.”

The ink-burning brows frowned deeper.

He followed the backs of Gu Yueye’s group and scanned the crowd, but did not find the figure he was looking for.

If Jiang Xi’s apprentice can’t detoxify this snake venom, then there will undoubtedly be only two people left, one is Jiang Xi and the other is Hua Binan.

“Where’s Hua Binan?”

Xue Meng was stunned for a moment: “Do you doubt the Cold Scale Saint Hand?”

“Just a question.”

“There is nothing to doubt. Hua Binan himself was bitten and is meditating down there. However, he has a lot of poison in his body. He said that he will be fine after adjusting his breath for a while. He will come up to meet us later.”

Mo Ran’s expression became even more gloomy.

The Holy Hand of Cold Scale was injured and unable to move, so the only one who could heal the injury was Jiang Xi.Fortunately, Jiang Xi also has an apprentice who happens to be able to detoxify this kind of snake venom. If it weren’t for this person, Jiang Xi would probably be down there removing the poison from the injured monk at this moment.

When he comes up again, what will it be like in this ancestral temple?Can a bottle of dream-breaking cold water still save the situation?

“Xue Meng.”

“Huh?”

“Pay attention to Hua Binan.”

Just as he said these words, he suddenly felt the ground shake suddenly, and then a distant dragon roar cut through the sky and came from outside the palace.

Someone was as frightened as a bird, and said in horror: “What’s going on? What was that movement just now?”

A bolder monk said: “I’ll go take a look.”

He quickly walked to the entrance of the palace, looked down, and looked up at the sky, then turned back and said: “It’s okay, it should just be some occasional noises in this mountain. After all, it is the evil spirit of the dragon.”

After he finished speaking, he was about to go back.

But at this moment, he’s ankle was suddenly grabbed by something.The monk lowered his head and saw a pale and pale hand.He didn’t react for a moment and was still in the distance.

Xue Zhengyong had sharp eyes, but he shouted from a distance: “Be careful!!”

But it was too late, a corpse jumped up into the air, wrapped in the crane of the Confucian Feng Sect, with a silk ribbon covering its eyes, and stabbed the monk’s chest with a single sword.

“I…” The monk opened his eyes in confusion, raised his hand and subconsciously touched the protruding sword, then spat out a large mouthful of blood, fell to the ground, and could no longer move.

After a brief silence, the ground rumbled and shook again.Everyone looked out the door of the palace and saw a series of thick dragon tendons rising from the ground and passing through the clouds. Each bloody dragon tendon was lifting and binding the body of an ancestor of the Confucian Feng Sect disciples. From a distance, it looked like a dense swarm of bees had gathered in mid-air, ready to rush into the hall and mash everyone into pulp at any time.

The owner of the horse farm screamed and covered his eyes: “Oh my God, my God, I’m going to die, I’m going to die.”

Xue Zhengyong was so angry that the merchant vomited blood, slapped him on the back of the head to shut him up, and then shouted to everyone: “Go and close the palace door! Go and block the palace door! Don’t let them rush in!”

He said that he took the lead and faced the zombie walking staggeringly with a long sword dripping with blood. He swung his folding fan and knocked it out of the hall. He kicked down the long rolling steps, then grabbed the spiritual stone door on one side and shouted to push it up.

But I don’t know what’s going on with that door. It’s easy to push from the outside, but it’s as heavy as a rock to close from the inside.Xue Zhengyong’s veins popped out, but his strength was as strong as a bull in the sea. Seeing the group of zombies being lifted closer and closer by the dragon tendons, Xue Zhengyong cursed angrily: “What’s going on? Didn’t Nangong Changying seal them all just now? This bullshit dragon is disobedient! Go against your master!”

Mo Ran and Xue Meng also immediately rushed to Xue Zhengyong’s side to join hands. Nangong Si said: “It’s useless! My great-grandfather asked four thousand porters to transport these two spiritual stones. You can’t move them alone.”

Huang Xiaoyue was so angry that she cursed beside her: “Your great-grandfather is really capable!”

But Nangong Si ignored him at all. Nangong Si said to a group of people who were trying their best to resist the hordes of zombies in the Rufeng Gate at the door: “To close the palace door from the inside, you have to pull the trigger at the end. You block it for a while, and I will open the trigger.”

Xue Zhengyong turned an iron fan into a black shadow and threw it over to slap away three or four zombies that were approaching. Black blood immediately spattered all over the fan, falling on the words “Xue Lang is very beautiful”. However, these zombies were really brave men. After rolling down the steps, they immediately got up again and continued to rush forward.

Xue Zhengyong turned his head and said: “Hurry up! There are more and more! I’m fucked…what the hell is going on?”

Mo Ran summoned the ghost, he knew that the palace gate was the last line of defense, so he simply rushed out to fight with the group of zombies on the long steps.However, the steps are long and narrow, and he cannot use his full strength, and he must be careful not to step on the air and fall into the sky, so it is very laborious to fight.

He whipped down a row of corpses that were about to climb up, but there were more monsters around him lifted up from the distant ground by the smelly dragon tendons. In the end, He was almost attacked from both sides and was trapped in the sea of ​​corpses, unable to escape.

However, Mo Ran did not intend to get away immediately. These zombies were rushing up after smelling the popularity. Standing here was the closest target, and almost all the dead bodies were coming in his direction.

The owner of the horse farm trembled and hid behind Jiang Xi. At this time, he said with emotion: “Oh, Grandmaster Mo is so righteous, so courageous, so courageous.”

Jiang Xi couldn’t help but turned around and said, “Can you be used for other purposes besides doing business?”

“What I know are things that take time to study, such as formations, techniques, weapon assembly, etc. I’m really not good at hand-to-hand combat…” Master Ma met Jiang Xi’s cold eyes, choked for a moment, hesitated for a while, and then asked, “How about… I give you a round of applause?”

Jiang Xi: “…”

But what this guy said is not bad. Each sect has its own strengths and weaknesses. At present, when it comes to bloody battles and blocking people, only a few people can survive if they rush forward. Others were sent to death in the past. Even Jiang Xi couldn’t get close. The powder was useless against the corpse.

Xue Meng stood at the entrance of the palace holding the dragon city, staring at the black figure floating in the crane. He saw a blood vine rising from the ground, holding a high-level disciple of the Confucianism Sect and rushing toward Mo Ran.Xue Meng couldn’t help it anymore. He drew his sword and cut off the arm of the corpse. Then, back to back with Mo Ran, he cut off the twisting dragon tendon with another sword.

In an instant, blood surged!

Xue Zhengyong lost his voice and said: “Meng’er! Come back quickly!”

“It’s okay! I’m with him!”

It is naturally self-evident who he refers to.

Mo Ran turned his face sideways and said to Xue Meng: “Go back quickly. It’s good to have me here. You are the second line of defense. I can’t hold you back anymore-”

“Shut up!” The dragon city in Xue Meng’s hand buzzed, and he said angrily, “Are you the number one in Lingshan, or am I the number one in Lingshan? Are you the young master of the top of life and death, or am I the young master of the top of life and death? Are you better, or am I better?”

“…”

The ink burned in the chest and stopped talking. He concentrated on fighting Xue Meng back to back to meet the zombies rising from all directions.

At this time, he suddenly heard the stone doors on both sides roaring and slowly closing towards the middle. Xue Zhengyong was overjoyed and said hurriedly: “Okay, okay, it’s moving! The door is about to close. You two, come back quickly! Come over here!”

Mo Ran and Xue Meng cooperated, and the ghost’s red light and the red light of Dragon City danced left and right. They only heard clanging, how many corpses fell into the sky, and the dragon tendons spurted blood and broke.

They slowly approached the door, and the door was closing little by little.

Xue Meng said: “You go in first.”

Mo Ran said: “Go in together.”

“…”

“Let’s go! Why are you still hanging around!”

Xue Zhengyong said anxiously inside: “Quick! Come back quickly!”

Mo Ran grabbed Xue Meng’s lapel, and Xue Meng said angrily: “Let go! Don’t come to play this hero with me, you -”

“Who is trying to be a hero with you? Let’s go!” Mo Ran said, dragging Xue Meng with one hand, stepping on the stone steps with one foot, throwing the hell away with his backhand, repelling a group of zombies that were about to rush up, and then swept towards the gate with Xue Meng.

The door was still mostly closed, but in fact there was no rush at all. Mo Ran threw Xue Meng to Xue Zhengyong, leaning against the palace door with his back, holding the spark-exploding vine whip and standing in the wind, his eyebrows were blazing, and he slowly backed away.

Suddenly, the two boulders that were closing together stopped.

Xue Meng was surprised: “Why don’t you move?”

He turned around and saw Nangong Si, with a pale face, coming out from behind the Tiangong stone pillars where ten adult men were hugging each other, and said in an extremely gloomy tone:

“The central axis of the machine was damaged. Halfway through closing it, the chain broke and it couldn’t be put back together.”

After Nangong Si finished speaking, he raised his hand. In his scarred palm, he held half of the bronze lock and it was shaking.