Ta Xianjun felt that he had never been so aggrieved before. Not even when he went down the mountain to cultivate people, chop wood, kill pigs and take children.

Because he went down the mountain to make private money, it was easy, and he could only do things under the pseudonym "Master Gou"!

I don't know if it makes him happy or sad. In fact, the villagers have very good comments on the "Master Gou" played by him. They praised "Master Gou" for being strong and strong. Is a very good coolie.

The only thing they think is that this person likes to brag, and they always say something like, "Remember when I used to have thousands of servants."

And his temper became a little bit violent, always threatening to cut people's heads, and coaxing children to cut off children's heads. As a result, as soon as the boss said that he would deduct his wages, he could only pick up the crying child with a smile and hold it high.

He gritted his teeth and coaxed: "Shake, shake, shake to Naihe Bridge, Madam Meng called me a good baby."

When the child burst into laughter, the owner turned his head and didn't pay attention, he gritted his back molars and whispered: "Wait! When Chu nightning doesn't care about you, this seat will take care of your group of troublesome people. I copied it! I bah!"

But this time is different, this time he has neither changed his face nor changed his name.

As a dignified step on the immortal emperor, his robe was vomited by Xue Meng, so he had to throw it away. Now he is wearing a simple black robe with no decoration, just like a poor long-term worker.

Besides, he had to clean up the ground. Who let everyone sleep, only he was awake.

Stepping Xianjun took the drunk Xue Meng back to the inn room with a look of disgust, threw it on the bed, and then pulled the quilt to cover him casually.

"It's all up to you drunkard!"

Speaking of raising his hand and volleying, he slapped Xue Meng twice, and he responded to Xue Meng's humming. Ta Xianjun stood for a while, only to feel extremely boring, so he went out.

But he did not go back to the house, but asked the shopkeeper again to buy a few jugs of wine, walked to the stairs of the inn, and sat there drinking boring wine alone.

While drinking, he peeked at Chu Wanning's room.

He deliberately tapped and made a lot of movements, hoping that Chu nightning could take the initiative to respond.

It's a pity that he was busy for a long time, and the last person who responded to him was the guest A, who probed his head and shouted, "You are sick!"

Stepping on Xianjun Chao fiercely raised his head: "You are courting death!"

The guest Jia never expected that the person outside was actually the Emperor Treading Immortal. Under a start, he was so frightened that he shrank his head and went back to the room.

Ta Xianjun rolled his eyes and muttered: "If it weren't for this seat's temper now, you would have been headed! You are a troublemaker!"

Then drank, and the more drank, the more boring became, the more felt aggrieved.

At the end of the drink, he glanced at the guest room at the end of the aisle with hatred - the light was already out, Chu nightning didn't come to coax him at all, and he didn't care whether he went back or not, he just managed to sleep like this!

Stepping on Xianjun secretly grinding his back teeth, if it was replaced by Mo Zongshi, Chu nightning would have persuaded him to come to accompany him with good words and words?

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Xue Meng said that there is no difference between him and Mo Zongshi. Chu nightning said that he and Mo Zongshi are the same person. Mo Zongshi himself said that they are no different, just a different stage of a person.

They are all wrong!

Stepping on Xianjun is paranoid and thinking sharply, it is different! Just look at Chu Wanning's attitude! Why did you lose the kit he gave, and leave only the rags made by that hypocrite?

They all lied to him that he has no culture! Trick him to read less! Everyone blames him!

Even Chu Wanning doesn't care about him at all! Although he came to Wuchang Town to look for him, he didn't have a good word, and he didn't apologize to him for throwing away his Qixi ceremony. He rummaged through the books to find his favorite words and phrases, and others wanted to pay him back. no!

Unknown things!

Drinking and drinking, he was also a little confused, hugging the wooden rail of the escalator, with the words "This seat is not happy" written all over his face.

In the drowsiness, he seemed to hear the door open somewhere, and there were footsteps coming from far and near, and finally stopped beside him.

Stepping Xianjun raised his head, and in the misty light and candle light, he saw the handsome face that he had hated for half his life, had been obsessed with it for ten years, and longed for two lifetimes.

He was stunned for a while, facing the person who came, and murmured in a low voice: "Chu nightning..."

Just after reading the name once, he felt so moist in his heart. No matter whether he was controlled by the Eight Kushanghua, he always had the strongest desire for Chu Wanning. His heart seemed to be soaked by desire, but in addition to desire, there were more grievances, tenderness, sadness and love. Does he not love him? In fact, his heart towards Chu Wanning has never been less than his own under another personality.

But what can he do? He has been a puppet for more than ten years, and he is also a living dead man. Eight bitter and eternal hatred hollowed out his flesh and blood. He is like a dragon who has been trapped in the dark for too long, and is used to being with him. Lonely as a companion, with tyranny, when the sun in the world once again accepted him recklessly, he was actually afraid.

His evil dragon could only snarl fiercely, revealing his scarred but still sharp finger claws, making a dungeon that disdains to be in company with you.

In fact, he knew how much he envied himself who could live again.

Even if the facts were put in front of him, even if everyone told him that Master Mo is you and that you are all one, he would not admit it, and he would argue with the whole world.

Said: No, this seat is different from that person.

Actually he is lying. It was because he had dreamed back too many times in the Wushan Temple, and he had started over in the dream, and in the dream, there was fire in the world, and he was by his side. But when I woke up, everything was gone.

He was lying on the huge bed with the curtains flying around him. He hated why he woke up, why Duke Zhou didn't return his good dream, and why Zhuang Sheng didn't let his butterfly come true.

So in fact, every time he shouted, "This is not Zongshi Mo!", he thought about someone to coax him. It would be better to catch thousands of palace maids and shout to him hundreds or eighty times a day, "You It is Master Mo, you and him are one body." Then he felt at ease.

"Why did you drink so much?"

Chu nightning in the field of vision frowned and wanted to help him up, but he was dragged down by his hand.

"Ink burning, what are you sending... um..."

He hugged Chu Wanning with great strength, and he covered a thick and intense kiss regardless. But when the kiss became more earnest, he seemed to have thought of something, as if he was trying to imitate someone, and suddenly it softened.

"This seat will also..." In the lingering wine fragrance and the melancholy kiss of Ta Xianjun, he murmured vaguely, "It's not difficult."

Chu nightning didn't know what he was talking about, and only tightened his body. The entrance of the corridor is empty and there is no cover. He was afraid that someone would come out and bump into this scene, so he tried to break free, but was pressed against the wooden rail by the emperor, and the kiss was deeper. It's not impossible to do at this stairwell.

But when Chu Wanning's resistance became more and more prosperous, Stepping Xianjun suddenly ended the kiss uncharacteristically. Those black to purple eyes drooped slightly, staring at Chu's late night's wet lips, leaning over and kissing him with an unfulfilled kiss. After a while, the loyal dog seemed to please the owner, and kissed again.

Chu nightning: "..."

After stepping Xianjun kissed three times in a row, he stopped kissing. Although his eyes looked so wet and thirsty, he still restrained and took Chu nightning into his arms.

He sighed deeply: "Tell me, has this seat been dreaming again..."

The man has always been arrogant and unruly, and it is rare to reach Chu Wanning's shoulder in a low voice with a nasal voice. Chu nightning was stunned, and it was somewhat understood.

In this world, no matter what kind of soul or fragment it burns, he knows him best.

Chu nightning raised his hand, stroked his shoulder, and patted him like he was a teenager, and said, "It's not a dream. Go, go back to the room with me."

Stepping Xianjun was groggy, but also very stubborn, muttering: "Don't sleep. Don't go back."

Chu nightning said helplessly: "...What are you making a fuss about."

Treading Xianjun was not happy, and he made trouble, humming, as if he was still aggrieved: "You have turned off the lights, and you are not here to find this seat, you are deliberately angry with this seat..."

Obviously this person was the emperor of the human world in the previous life, but when he was drunk and rubbed in his neck, Chu nightning had an inexplicable illusion, feeling that stepping on the fairy was like a beautiful concubine who was jealous and competing for favor.

Chu nightning felt speechless for the thoughts that emerged at this moment, and finally had to say: "Didn't you learn from you? It was you who only said that the lights were turned off before, and those who dared not come in would sneak in in the dark. .I saved face for you."

"...? Joke. Who wants you to give face." He was also mad when he was half asleep. "This seat will destroy the sky and destroy the earth. What is this seat that dare not..."

The voice slowly faded away.

"Chu nightning..."

"Um?"

"Wanning..."

"..."

At the end, it became a soft voice, not much different from when I was young: "Master..."

Chu nightning was silent for a while, raised his hand and touched his hair.

"Um."

"I wake up tomorrow, will you still be there?"

Chu nightning closed his eyes and repeated a sentence that he often repeated in the past two years: "Go to sleep, I will always be there."

After a while, the sound of even breathing came. It turned out that the drunk emperor was relieved and finally fell asleep. Chu nightning put him carefully and returned to the room. The person lying on the couch had a straight face and was not hostile, no different from the little boy he used to save earthworms with an oil-paper umbrella back then.

Gu Hua is gone, and the nightmare will never come again.

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"Then why did you lose the treasure of this seat!" Stepping Xianjun suddenly kicked the quilt and yelled in his sleep.

"This seat is about to have a blind date! This seat is going to win... win... Taobao Villa's big gift box... There are 500 copies..." The Rare Treasures Erotic Palace Atlas.

Fortunately, the second half of the words became vague Dudu Nuonuo, and didn't teach Chu nightning to hear it.

But even if Chu nightning didn't know that the ultimate purpose of his blind date was to get the erotic book, when he faced the man who fell asleep and was still talking in his dreams, he still raised his forehead with his hands and had a headache.

If he killed him, he would not tell Xue Meng that the reason why he lost the bag that the ink burned to him was because Step Xianjun shamelessly embroidered a piece of "eighteen touches" on the bag.

Compared with the "Peace Sutra" embroidered by Master Mo's personality, who would be willing to wear eighteen touches...

In addition, he is also killed and will not tell Mo Ran, that is a trick bag that is quite slippery and has the temperament of stepping on the fairy. In fact, he did not lose it, but was locked in a wooden box that only he could open. inside.

With everything he ever gave him.

The next day, Xue Meng got up early.

It is rare to be under the same roof with Chu Wanning. He plans to go out and buy some breakfast that the master loves to honor others. But when went downstairs, found that a table by the window of the inn had been filled with a hearty breakfast, and the ink was burning with bowls and chopsticks.

As soon as he looked up and saw him coming down, the ink burned and smiled: "Get up so early?"

"..."

Although it has long been known that there is a spiritual transformation every three days, it is really weird to feel it directly. Xue Meng was a little stiff for a while, and stood there for a while before he snorted vaguely.

"I made you laugh yesterday. That's what I do sometimes."

Xue Meng scratched his head again, and said uncomfortably: "Forget it, I don't see your jokes for a day or two." He walked to the table, looked carefully, and couldn't help asking: "You and The shopkeeper borrowed the kitchen?"

"Yeah." Master Mo looked at him with a smile, and put a plate of fried buns that were crispy and browned in front of him, "There is still a lifetime of porridge simmering on the platform, it's almost ready, you help I'm busy, come play three bowls with me?"

"Oh." Xue Meng responded, and burned into the small kitchen with the ink.

The lid of the pot was opened, and the rice porridge inside was steamed and fragrant. You could see the plump shrimp and fish fillets. The ink burned neatly and filled three bowls. Xue Meng was there to help find the ingredients.

The soft-boiled eggs, which are all two, are placed on the steaming porridge, sprinkled with white sesame seeds, chopped with tender green onions, browned and crispy, and drizzled with a few drops of sesame oil.

Xue Meng was curious and couldn't help asking: "Tread... uh, will you do it yesterday?"

"Yes, and it's not worse than what I am doing now." Mo Ran said, "It's just that he likes to be angry and playful. In fact, many recipes were thought up when he was occupying his mind, but he didn't do it, so he just stayed. Let me cook."

Xue Meng snorted, muttered a few words, and asked: "Why did the master lose his sack and keep yours?"

The hand that burned the boiled egg paused for a while, then turned back and smiled and said to Xue Meng: "We are one person, I feel very embarrassed about this. So don't say it."

Xue Meng's eyes widened: "Is there still a lot of people you lose in front of me? Now you are reserved, why didn't you feel ashamed when you called me that child of the world yesterday? Speaking of which, the account is not over yet. —"

Mo Zongshi is really a man who does whatever he wants, and immediately changed his words: "Oh, then we should count as two people. You will settle with him when Ta Xianjun comes back, darling."

Xue Meng: "???"

"Right." When the last bowl of seafood porridge was also decorated, the ink burned like a sudden thought of something, and said to Xue Meng very seriously: "I still have something to remind you."

Xue Meng was startled by his sudden condensedness, and felt pressure inexplicably: "You, you say it."

The ink burned: "Actually, I don't know what you think, what's going on between you, how suddenly... Well, in the end, this is your private matter, and it's not convenient for me to ask. But I thought about it. , as your brother, since I know about this, I have to give you some advice."

Xue Meng: "Ah?"

"Xue Meng, you are still young, and you can really try a lot emotionally, but his age, qualifications, and status are higher than you, and it is not easy to get along with you. You have a strong temper, remember to be more restrained and tolerant of others. I will keep it a secret for you, if you have any doubts, you can come to Nanping Mountain to find me while Master is not there."

The ink burned and patted his shoulder: "Don't learn from me to fake blind date to anger others."

"...Are you too embarrassed to say it?" Xue Meng paused for a moment, then shook his head again and again, "No, no, what are you talking about?" Biquge TV first published www.biqugetv.com m.biqugetv.com

Mo Ran looked at him gently with the attitude of a brother: "It doesn't matter, my brother has experience and understands your difficulties. In fact, whether it is a master or a master Jiang, they are all invincible and dignified. I'm used to it. When you're young, if you have trouble with him, just admit your mistake first, and then you can have a good family."

Xue Meng suddenly turned pale: "You, you all know? How do you know? Me and him... I... I am not!"

The ink burned and said: "I saw it yesterday, so I congratulate you."

Xue Meng was shocked: "Is it obvious?"

The ink burned and patted him with a smile: "It's okay... well. But you can restrain a little more."

Xue Meng collapsed.

Xue Meng thought that he was restrained enough, why was the ink burning still able to see that he and Jiang Xi were father and son? ? !

Fortunately, when he floated out of the kitchen, he didn't hear the ink burning his head and sighing: "Strange, what happened in the past two years, how did Xue Meng get along with Jiang Yeshen...he didn't like it all the time? Is it girly... ah, I really want to break my head and I can't figure it out..."

Xue Meng didn't know that he had gone through the vicissitudes of life in the ink burning heart until he said goodbye to the ink burning Chu Wanning, and he became the same kind of ink burning.

When they parted, Xue Meng pulled the ink and warned him nervously: "You are not allowed to say anything about me and Jiang Yechen!"

You must not tell anyone that I am the son of that dog thief!

The ink burned very sincerely and swore: "I will keep it secret for you."

I'm not going to tell anyone that you soaked the head of Jiang.

The two brothers reached a tacit understanding. Under the inexplicable gaze of Chu Wanning, they touched each other's fists, and then the elder brother took Chu Wanning back to Nanping Mountain, while the younger brother stepped on the rainy water with clear morning light and returned to the clouds.The elusive pinnacle of life and death.