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    Chapter 12: I Kissed the Wrong Person... Confused...

    After walking for a long time within the illusion, he was completely lost.

    The scent of Butterfly Fragrance in the air grew stronger, a smell that could provoke emotions and amplify one's senses, leading to bizarre actions.

    Mo Ran gradually began to feel restless, as if a small flame was burning in his stomach, heating up his blood.

    He needed to find a spring, but where was it?

    He knew there was a living spring within the illusion. In his previous life, by the time he reached the spring, he was already parched and dizzy. With no other choice, he scooped up several mouthfuls with his hands, thinking it was better to be poisoned than to die of thirst.

    After drinking from the spring, he felt his consciousness becoming increasingly hazy. In his daze, Shi Mo found him. As a healer, Shi Mo immediately treated him for the poison. In that moment of confusion, under the influence of the toxins, Mo Ran kissed Shi Mo's lips.

    The former fierce and decisive ruler of the Human Realm, eager to relive their past, wandered around the illusion until he finally heard the gurgling sound of a spring. Overjoyed, he rushed over and drank eagerly.

    Indeed, the agitation caused by the fragrance became even more intense under the stimulation of the spring water. Uncontrollably, he dove deeper into the spring, submerging half his body.

    Just as in his previous life, when Mo Ran's consciousness was about to fade, a hand suddenly pulled him out. Splashes of water flew everywhere as air rushed into his lungs. Gasping for breath, Mo Ran opened his damp eyelashes to see the figure before him.

    The figure gradually materialized, accompanied by a voice that bordered on annoyance.

    "How dare you drink this water? Are you trying to die?"

    Mo Ran shook off the water like a dog, relieved as he recognized the person. "Shi Mo..."

    "Stop talking and take this medicine!"

    A dark purple pill was held to his lips. Mo Ran obediently swallowed it, his eyes still fixed on Shi Mo's peerless face.

    Suddenly, just like in his past life, an overwhelming anxiety took hold of him, and since Mo Ran was never a paragon of virtue, he grabbed Shi Mo's wrist before the other could react and swiftly kissed him.

    In an instant, sparks flew, and his mind went blank.

    He had been a man with a long list of dalliances, but physical intimacy didn't require lip contact or tender affection; thus, while he had shared many beds, he had kissed few.

    Shi Mo was entirely unprepared for the assault and stood frozen, only reacting when Mo Ran's tongue invaded his mouth, struggling to break free.

    "What are you doing... Mmm!" His words were cut short as his face was roughly turned again, their lips reuniting. Mo Ran's kiss was even more intense than before. They tumbled into the spring, with Shi Mo pinned beneath Mo Ran. Mo Ran kissed his moist, cool lips, the sensation just as breathtaking as he remembered, along with his cheeks, his earlobes...

    "Don't move…" The hoarse sound of his own voice startled him.

    It was over.

    Why did this spring's effect seem even more intense than in his previous life?

    According to the events of his past, he hadn't had the chance to be so entangled with Shi Mo. After just a few kisses, the younger Mo Ran of that time had been overwhelmed by guilt and released his grip. Shi Mo had then leaped away with a light martial arts move, stepping on the water as he fled.

    But due to his excessively wicked intentions and shamelessness in this life, not only did he not feel any pangs of conscience, he was instead driven by desire, pressing the person firmly against the bank for an intense kiss.

    Struggling beneath him, Shi Mo yelled in anger, but Mo Ran was already possessed by his inner demon and couldn't hear what he was saying. All he saw was that peerlessly beautiful face, and those alluring, moist, opening and closing lips.

    A fire raged in his belly, and Mo Ran yielded to his instincts, kissing even more wildly. He forced open the other's teeth, his tongue invading to savor the sweetness within.

    His heart pounded like a drum.

    In the chaos, he tore off Shi Mo's elaborate outer robe and undid his waistband, his hand slipping inside to touch the smooth, firm skin. The person beneath him suddenly sprang up, only to be forcefully pressed back down by Mo Ran.

    Biting at Shi Mo's earlobe, he whispered, "Be good, and we'll both be satisfied."

    "Mo Weiyu —— !"

    "Oh dear, why are you calling me like that? It makes us seem distant." Mo Ran licked his earlobe with a smile, his hands not idle as they ventured towards Shi Mo's waist.

    What a scoundrel, this Mo Ran! The sixteen-year-old ruffian of yesteryear was no match for the thirty-two-year-old rogue of today!

    This man's audacity seemed to grow with each passing day!

    Shi Mo tensed up, and Mo Ran could sense the subtle tremors in his body. Seriously, despite his delicate appearance, the touch of his skin revealed toned muscles with sharp contours.

    Unable to control himself, he reached for the other's undergarment.

    Finally, Shi Mo snapped.

    "Mo Weiyu! You're courting death!!"

    With a loud bang, a surge of powerful spiritual energy flung him away violently! The energy was fierce and domineering; Mo Ran, caught off guard, was sent crashing into a rock by the spring, nearly spitting out blood.

    Shi Mo, clutching at his tattered clothing, stood up in a fit of rage. Golden spiritual currents crackled in his palm, sparks sizzling and flickering, casting a furious red glow in his eyes.

    Amidst Mo Ran's dizziness and blurred vision, he vaguely sensed something was off.

    "Tiān Wèn, answer my call!"

    With an enraged cry, a fierce golden willow vine shot out from Shi Mo's palm. Tiān Wèn responded to the summons, the entire vine glowing blindingly bright. Flames would sporadically rise along its length, bursting into golden light as willow leaves scattered in the air.

    Mo Ran was stunned.

    When had Shi Mo learned to summon Tiān Wèn?

    But before this thought could fully form in his mind, the vine tore through the air, ruthlessly whipping down at him! The willow vine showed no mercy, lashing the notorious Heaven-Stepping Lord until blood splattered and his skin split open. If someone like Rong Jiu, who had suffered at Mo Ran's hands before, were to witness this, they would undoubtedly cheer and shout, "Well done! Too well done! Another strike! For the good of the people! One good deed a day!"

    In the midst of this relentless barrage, Mo Ran finally came to his senses.

    How could the gentle Shi Mo be capable of such violence?

    No one else could be so skillful with a willow vine except for Wanning!

    Chu Wanning finally stopped when his arm grew tired, taking a moment to catch his breath and rub his wrist. Just as he prepared to raise the vine for another blow, Mo Ran suddenly leaned against the rock and coughed up a mouthful of blood.

    "...Stop hitting, you'll kill me if you keep going..."

    Mo Ran coughed up several mouthfuls of blood, a profound sense of desolation filling his heart. This was undoubtedly the most vivid and darkest stain in his history of wayward behavior.

    Who could have guessed that the one who arrived would be Chu Wanning?

    And for some inexplicable reason, this Chu Wanning had Shi Mo's face, even his voice sounded exactly the same!

    He wiped the spatters of blood from the corner of his mouth, catching his breath as he lifted his head.

    Perhaps it was due to being battered by divine artifacts, or perhaps it was because of the medicine Chu Wanning had just given him, but when he looked up this time, the person before his eyes was no longer Shi Mo.

    Chu Wanning stood beneath the tree with a grim expression, his gaze fierce. His hair stood on end with rage, his eyes like lightning, glaring at Mo Ran with a heart consumed by fury.

    This menacing and intimidating demeanor was truly frightening.

    Yet...

    Mo Ran stared at him for a few seconds.

    Discovering himself... shamefully hard.

    Chu Wanning was always meticulous, his pristine, almost ascetic white robe now in disarray. It clung to him solely due to the grip of his slender, pale fingers, preventing it from slipping off his shoulders. His lips were slightly swollen and reddened from the kisses, while his neck bore scattered love bites. Despite his fierce expression, it only stirred an irresistible allure.

    In his previous life, memories of Chu Wanning flooded back—those of madness, bloodshed, hatred, recklessness, conquest, and pleasure. Memories that Mo Ran had once been too lazy to ponder, and had no intention of revisiting, now became glaringly vivid amidst the air tinged with the scent of blood and butterfly flowers.

    They rushed into his mind like a tidal wave.

    Damn it, he still couldn't bear to see Chu Wanning in this state.

    No matter how much he despised him, hated him, or wished to grind him into a filling for dumplings and devour him, Mo Ran was forced to acknowledge the truth.

    In his past life, the most exhilarating sexual encounters, the most pulse-racing, spine-tingling orgasms, all occurred with Chu Wanning.

    Hating him was one thing.

    But when it came to men, especially someone as shameless and bestial as Mo Ran, physical instincts took on a different story.

    Chu Wanning took a deep breath, genuinely seeming angered as his fingers holding Tianwen trembled delicately.

    "Are you awake now?"

    Mo Ran swallowed the blood that had welled up in his throat. "Yes, Master."

    Chu Wanning seemed to still be unsatisfied with his punishment, but he knew that the illusion was at fault, not Mo Ran. After hesitating for a moment, he finally retracted the willow vines.

    "As for what happened today..."

    Before he could finish, Mo Ran interrupted, "Today's events will remain between you, me, the heavens, and the earth. I swear I won't utter a word! If I do, may thunder strike me down!"

    Chu Wanning fell silent for a moment before sneering coldly. "I've heard this curse from you a hundred times, and not once has it come true."

    "This time, I mean it!" While his body had reacted, the thought of bedding Chu Wanning was, to Mo Ran, like enjoying stinky tofu – something he wouldn't brag about.

    One would quietly indulge in stinky tofu in a corner to avoid bothering others. The desire to sleep with Chu Wanning was no different.

    Mo Ran had always despised Chu Wanning; how could he possibly tell anyone that he harbored such conflicting feelings, secretly longing for someone he loathed? Wasn't that madness?

    There were also those messy affairs from his previous life with Chu Wanning – he truly didn't wish to recall them; let him off this time.

    "As this illusion has a profound deceptive nature, the people you encounter within will transform into the appearance you most desire to see," Chu Wanning explained as they walked side by side.

    "One must concentrate and maintain inner peace to avoid being deceived by illusions."

    "Oh... "

    Hmm? Wait a moment!

    Mo Ran suddenly shuddered, realizing something.

    If that was the case, then the Shi Mo he had seen in the illusion last time might not have been the real Shi Mo? Perhaps it was still...

    He stole a glance at Chu Wanning walking beside him and couldn't help feeling a chill.

    Impossible!

    If he had kissed Chu Wanning in his previous life, he would have been slapped for sure! At the very least, he would have gotten a slap!

    It definitely wasn't Chu Wanning! It couldn't be him!

    As he was inwardly shouting to himself, Chu Wanning suddenly stopped and pulled Mo Ran behind him. "Be quiet."

    "What's wrong?"

    "There's movement ahead."

    The events unfolding now were entirely different from his past life, so Mo Ran had no idea what was going to happen next. Hearing Chu Wanning's words, he immediately asked, "Could it be Shi Mo?"

    Chu Wanning frowned. "In this illusion, you mustn't preconceive who you might encounter. If you can't resist thinking about it, the person you see will take on that person's appearance. Clear your mind."

    "…" Mo Ran tried for a while but found it impossible.

    Chu Wanning glanced at him and, without warning, materialized a spiritual dagger out of thin air, stabbing Mo Ran's arm with it.

    "Ahh—"

    "Don't make a sound," Chu Wanning anticipated, pressing his other hand against Mo Ran's lips. His fingertips shimmered with golden light, instantly silencing Mo Ran. "Does it hurt?"

    "..." What a pointless question! Try it yourself and see if it hurts!

    Mo Ran nodded pitifully, tears welling up in his eyes.

    "Hurt is good. Focus only on this pain, and nothing else. Follow me, let's go take a look."

    Mo Ran grumbled inwardly about Chu Wanning as he obediently trailed behind him along the winding path. As they drew closer to the location, the sound of countless giggles and chatter grew louder, eerie in the otherwise silent surroundings.

    Circling around a lengthy, towering wall, the two finally arrived at the source of the sound.

    It was a grand pavilion, adorned with red and green decorations, its lights shimmering brightly. Red veils swayed gently in the breeze, while in the vast courtyard, a bustling crowd had gathered around over a hundred banquet tables. The tables were laden with an abundance of fish, meat, and fresh vegetables. Guests raised their cups in merriment, their laughter and toasts echoing amidst the clinking of glasses.

    In the grand hall with its doors wide open, a large, vibrant red "Double Happiness" character caught the eye prominently. It seemed that a lively and extravagant wedding banquet was being held right here.

    "Shifu..." Mo Ran whispered, "Look at those people celebrating the wedding... they have no faces!"

    Author's Note: Here comes a question from this dead dog: In his previous life, whom did Mo Ran kiss?

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