[R18] Erha and he’s white cat master – “Erha and He’s White Cat Master” Chapter 99 [English]

Chapter 99 The Master’s Third Weapon

That night, Mo Ran fell asleep leaning against the crabapple tree.

There are many places on the top of life and death that have traces of Chu Wanning’s life. If you want to pay homage, it is best to go to the Red Lotus Water Pavilion, but he can only rely on this flower tree to feel less pain in his heart and feel a little bit of the breath of the world.

He once thought that it would be a great misfortune for him to worship Chu Wanning as his teacher. This worship was wrong from the beginning.

But it was only today that he realized that the unfortunate person was not he Mo Weiyu, but Chu Wanning, who stood among the flowers and pondered with his head lowered.

“Immortal Lord, Immortal Lord, please pay attention to me.”

He vaguely remembers the first sentence he said to his master, which seems to be something like this. There may be some deviations in the words. It has been too long, and he no longer remembers it so clearly.

But he can clearly recall Chu Wanning’s dazed and slightly stunned face when he raised his eyelashes.

Between his eyebrows and eyes, he looks very gentle.

Now Mo Ran is lying under the flower tree, and he thinks that if time can go back to the day when he chose his teacher, he should not pester Chu Wanning anyway and let him accept himself as his disciple.

Because the price to pay for raising your eyes at that moment was the endless entanglements that followed, and Chu Wanning’s life.

Two lifetimes.

He was all destroyed by his own hands.

Two lifetimes…

He’s throat was throbbing, and he closed his eyes with sobs. He was in the pain of thousands of ants eating his heart, and after a long, long time, he fell asleep lightly.

Then, the memory that he had never dared to touch since his rebirth broke free of the shackles in his sleep, raised the knife, and dug out his heart.

At that time, he had reached the top of the world, and Chu Wanning had already had his spiritual core deactivated, and was under house arrest in the palace with no freedom.

But he suffered several assassinations in succession. The last assassination was even a joint effort between Xue Meng and Mei Hanxue. Although Mo Ran did not die on the spot due to his powerful magic power, he was also seriously injured and was raised in the palace for more than a month before he regained his energy.

It rained heavily in Sichuan, and during that period, it rained non-stop all day long.

Mo Ran was wearing a thick brocade robe, holding the skirt of the robe with his jade-colored fingers. He stood under the verandah and looked at the dark sky outside. The expression on his face was a little happy and a little crazy. He didn’t say anything, but everyone could feel the twisted humanity in him. He obviously had a very handsome face, but the light in his eyes was often gloomy and violent, without any warmth.

The longer he sat in his high position, the more obvious this gloom became.

There were footsteps behind him, and he didn’t look back, he just said: “Coming?”

“Are you going to destroy Kunlun Snow Palace?” Chu Wanning’s voice sounded faintly in the hall.

Mo Ran said: “So what.”

“…Have you forgotten what you promised me? You said you would never hurt Xue Meng’s life again.”

Mo Ran said calmly: “Master came here and didn’t ask me how I was injured. I stood here blowing the wind and whether it was cold or not. Do you only care about who I kill or not?”

“Mo Weiyu, I’m here to tell you, don’t do anything you regret again.”

“Oh, regret? The one who should regret is you, Master, right? When I slaughtered the Confucian Fengmen, you fought with me to the death, and your spiritual core was shattered. Now that I want to slaughter the Snow Palace, you are no different from a mortal, and you no longer have the ability to fight with me. Don’t you regret your nosy back then?”

After Mo Ran finished speaking, he turned his face and looked back, with a cruel smile on his lips and a flash of light in his eyes; “Chu Wanning, you are a useless person now, what else can you do to stop me?”

Perhaps because there was really nothing left, Chu Wanning was speechless for a long time.

There was a loud thunder, and heavy rain poured down along the roof tiles and beams.

Allen Chu finally closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he whispered: “Don’t go.”

The black robe fluttered, and Mo Ran turned around.

Behind him was a leaden sky, with wind and rain. He looked at Chu Wanning in the hall, and then said: “Why don’t you go? I gave Xue Meng a chance. That year you were willing to lie under me for him. I kept my promise, took your people, and let his life go. Now he wants to kill me, but tell me, why don’t I go?”

“…”

“What? I’m speechless?” Mo Ran sneered, “Reprimand me, insult me, Chu Wanning, aren’t you very capable? I know that Xue Meng is your heart and soul, your most proud disciple, you think he has a pure heart, and I am just a piece of mud on the sole of his shoe.”

“That’s enough.” Chu Wanning’s face was pale and his brows were frowning, as if he was trying to suppress something.

“Not enough! How can it be enough?” When Mo Ran saw this, the cruel pleasure in his heart became more and more overwhelming. Fury, ecstasy, hatred, jealousy, and all kinds of intense emotions were like fire cooking oil, torturing his heart.

He’s eyes were very bright and shining, and he was pacing back and forth.

“There is no second chance, Chu Wanning, he has no second chance. I will kill him, peel off his skin and step on it under my feet, and use his skull to drink wine! I will take out his liver sausage, mince his flesh and blood to make soup! You can’t stop me! – Chu Wanning, you can’t stop me!”

He’s eyes were red, and he became more and more cheerful as he spoke, almost frantically.

Suddenly, a hand grabbed the hem of his clothes and slapped him on the face.

“Crazy enough!”

Allen Chu’s face was so close, he saw the other person’s eyelashes trembling, and there were tears in his eyes.

“Ink burns… wake up, wake up…”

“I’m awake!” The burning pain in his cheek made him more and more crazy. He stared at Allen Chu’s face, suddenly furious, “I’m awake! You are the one sleeping! Are you blind?”

He pushed the other person away and pulled open his clothes, revealing the blood-stained gauze underneath.

“Are you blind, Chu Wanning!” He roared angrily, poking at his chest, but feeling that it was not enough, he tore off the gauze violently, lifting up a blur of flesh and blood…

“Who did this? Your good apprentice! Xue Meng! I will die if he’s dragon city is a little more biased! Tell me, why should I let him go!”

“In your eyes, only his life is life, not mine, right?!” In anger, Mo Ran suddenly grabbed Chu Wanning’s hand and put it on his bloody wound, “Aren’t you going to stop me? Well, I’ll give you a chance to take out my heart! – Chu Wanning, you damn have the ability to take out my heart!!”

“…” Allen Chu’s fingertips were trembling, so ice, so cold.

The ink burned and stared at him, furious and violent, and the veins in his neck could not help but tremble.

he said hoarsely: “You take it.”

The rain was pouring outside, pounding on the tiles and eaves, and I was filled with anxiety and madness.

Dead silence.

No one moved.

I don’t know how long it took, but Mo Ran finally let go of Chu Wanning’s hand, gasped lowly, and said in a deep voice: “I will decide the lives of Xue Ziming and Mei Hanxue.”

“…”

“You hate me, Master.” Mo Ran said, “Anyway, this is what I will do in this life, and this is what we will do in this life. We can’t look back, so let’s go on in the dark. On the road to Huangquan, I will drag more old friends to keep me company.”

That day, Chu Wanning looked at he’s retreating black back and said one last word.

He said: “Moran, if you destroy the Snow Palace and kill Xue Meng, I will die in front of you. I have nothing to exchange with you, but I can at least choose to die.”

Mo Ran listened, paused, and then turned half of his handsome face, smiling in the gloomy wind and rain.

“You can’t die as long as I’m here.”

“…”

“I can get you back from the Palace of Hell even if you shed all your blood. Even if you hate me again in this life, you have to live with me.” After Mo Ran’s madness was released, his face gradually returned to his usual calm and cold killing calmness, he said, “My good master, you just stay at the top of life and death. When I capture Xue Meng and come back, I will let him take a good look, heThe God I worry about day and night is so lewd and lustful under my body now.I should let him die clearly.”

However, Mo Ran never thought that Grandmaster Chu would still be Grandmaster Chu after all.

A month later, Mo Ran fulfilled his bold words and stood proudly on the top of Kunlun Mountain in front of Tianchi Lake.Mei Hanxue and Xue Meng have been captured by He and tied to the icicles, and then used the Zhenlong chess game to control the minds of thousands of people in the Snow Palace, allowing them to kill each other in front of Mei and Xue.

The white and majestic snow-capped mountains were instantly dyed red, and the blood dyed Tianchi red and soaked the mountains.

Mo Ran sat leisurely in front of the palace gate of Taxue Palace, eating grapes handed to him by his servants while looking at the scene in front of him with a smile.

he asked Xue Meng, whose eyes were almost out of focus, he said: “Mengmeng, does it look good?”

“…” Xue Meng had no reaction, as if he had lost his hearing.

Mo Ran was very satisfied with this, so he smiled more and more intimately, and asked again: “Do you like the performance that my cousin showed you?”

“…You let Tuxue Palace go.”

Suddenly hearing such a weak murmur, Mo Ran blinked and asked, “What?”

“You let go of Tuxue Palace.” Xue Meng’s always scorching eyes were no longer bright. “Let them go, let Mei Hanxue go… In that assassination, I was the one who killed you. You kill me, don’t kill him.”

The ink burned and laughed: “Are you negotiating terms with me?”

“No.” Xue Meng opened his eyes blankly and said, “I’m begging you.”

The proud man of heaven said, I am begging you.

The devil in his heart was suddenly pleased, and Mo Ran’s eyes were shining, as if he was interested. He pinched Xue Meng’s chin, forcing the other party to look up at him, and was about to say something, when suddenly a green brilliance lit up on the horizon.

“What’s going on?”

Before the retinue brought by he had time to reply, he saw a brilliant array above Cuiwei Snow Peak stretching for thousands of miles, covering the entire Kunlun Mountains.

Above the magic circle, Chu Wanning was dressed in white like snow, with his sleeves flying, standing in the clouds.

He There is a strange-shaped guqin hanging in front of him. It is completely black, with the tail raised and rolled up, and the lush branches and leaves are spread out. The begonias on it are weeping and dew, and the brilliance is scattered.

——Chu Wanning’s third divine weapon, “Nine Songs”.

The author has something to say:

Although Gouzi 0.5 is so insane that there is no cure, but for some reason he likes to write plots related to 0.5, hahahaha~

Welcome to help the master in the previous life beat the dog in the previous life like crazy, hahaha~