Chapter 268: [Tianyin Pavilion] Rugui Wushan

With these words, Fairy Tramper moved his fingers and the little devil dragon immediately wrapped his body around him more tightly. Shi Mei's face paled, obviously in pain, but he tried his best to keep his composure even at this time, as he always did to save face.

" Mo Ran, how dare you spy on me"

Fairy Tramper snickered, "Interesting, tell me what in the world I wouldn't dare to do."

""

"Introduction. This is Dragon Mountain's demon dragon, Wang Li's branch, which only takes orders from the Nangong family." Fairy Tramper gave him a sidelong glance, "I think you're really tired of being on my turf."

Shi Mei's forehead was tingling with anger. But he did not expect that the Dragon Mountain blood contract could be used in this way, and when he was caught, he did not dare to be too arrogant, so he simply said, "Take this disgusting thing away from me.

Fairy Tramper didn't say a word, staring unabashedly at the place where the demon dragon was tangled for a moment longer before sneering, "Then you'll have to promise never to bring that disgusting thing of yours out to me again."

Already irritated by the interruption of her bedtime, Shi Mei grimaced: "Who are you calling disgusting?"

"Whoever is tied up is who."

Chu Wanning :""

Taking one look at the tied Chu Wanning, Fairy Tramper frowned and changed her tune again, "Whoever is shirtless is who."

Chu Wanning :""

There were so many misunderstandings that Fairy Tramper simply waved her hand, "This seat is not talking about you."

Shi Mei said, "Mo Ran, you're ridiculous."

But having said that, he draped the robe over him with a sober face and then raised his eyes to Mo Ran and said, "There, now you can untie it."

"No rush, you go out first, walk farther, walk almost to the back of the mountain and it will open itself." Fairy Tramper slouched, "But a word of warning from this seat, if next time you have the presence of mind to make a move on one of this seat's people it is already familiar with your scent and will come after you and strangle you even if you are outside Dragon Mountain."

The Fairy Tramper is invincible in high places, very invincible.

Shi Mei left in a huff.

The emperor and Beidou were the only two people left in the room.

Fairy Tramper walks over and holds out her hand

Then he saw Chu Wanning's eyes, obviously sharp and hostile, yet slightly moist. He put his hand out, probably because all those years of captivity had immediately reminded Chu Wanning of his tyranny, and it tensed almost instantly.

"" Fairy Tramper sighed slightly inwardly, but was unsure of what this hint of weakness in her heart was about.

He touched his hand to Chu Wanning's forehead.

"It's not as hot as it was a moment ago." Fairy Tramper didn't have much of an expression on her face, "He's a bit of a wreck, but the medicine is really good."

After a pause, he added coldly, "I won't let that sinful beast bully you in the future, and no one will be allowed to touch anyone of this throne. You can rest assured."

He had no idea that Chu Wanning's memory had been cleansed by Shi Mei and that he had temporarily reverted to his previous life, and therefore had no idea of the shock he had given Chu Wanning with those words.

Mo Ran calls Shi Mei a sinful animal

Fairy Tramper hadn't been paying attention to Chu Wanning's expression, in fact he had been avoiding looking at him. He knew himself, and if he looked at him more than once, he was afraid he would lose control, but in Chu Wanning's current state, it would be even more unbearable to do so.

If it had been any other time, he probably would not have shown any pity.

But he was alone, alone in another world for so long, unable to decide whether to live or die, and could only live like this.

When he saw Chu Wanning again, a vague warmth seemed to grow in his cold heart. It was this warmth that kept him from being as grumpy as he had been.

He untied Chu Wanning and even subconsciously rubbed and soothed his wrists twice when he saw the bright red strangulation marks on them. But then he realised what he was doing and stopped again.

He really didn't know what was wrong with him.

A little later, Shi Mei's memory-disruption spell faded, so that Chu Wanning's eyes began to misfire a little, but he said, pale in the midst of this light dizziness, holding back the pain in his skull, " Mo Ran "

""

"He's back."

It is no longer important whether it is a waking or a dream, but just the fulfilment of a long-cherished wish in my heart for many years.

Chu Wanning, almost hoarsely, "So stop hating."

Fairy Tramper looked at him.

As if the dream was coming to an end, Chu Wanning closed his eyes, lifted his red-stained hand and touched Fairy Tramper's face: "Turn around."

Something seemed to be collapsing in his heart, and Fairy Tramper stared at him without blinking, and confusion rose up on his face, a thin cloud of smoke.

Chu Wanning frowned and actually choked up a little.

"There is no way ahead, go back and don't go any further." He held his cheek, the Beidou immortal who had floated through two lives, looking at the Fairy Tramper emperor who was already a living corpse, both of them broken after two lives. Chu Wanning's voice was hoarse, " Mo Ran, why is your face so cold?"

Cold as ice.

If I could, I would be a wax torch, waiting for you to turn back at the fork in the long winter night. I would burn my whole life to light your way home.

But why are you so cold?

I don't know how long I can burn, what if when I've exhausted my strength and burned out, what if when I've extinguished it, you're still walking in the dark and won't look back.

Chu Wanning's fingers tremble slightly as she closes her eyes.

He had been alone all his life, with no family or friends, and was not afraid to leave.

He felt guilty just thinking that perhaps he could not warm Mo Ran's already cold heart even if he burned all the heat of his life. The thought that if he were to go out, that young man would not be able to find his way back if he ever wanted to return, and he felt he should live.

It's good to wait one more day.

Maybe tomorrow, the ice will melt.

The man would then turn back, marching out of the long, endless night, towards the lights.

For the next few days, the residual effects of Shi Mei's spell and Chu Wanning's own fluctuating memories of his two lives meant that he woke up less often than he slept, and each time he woke up, his mind was lax and what he knew was fragmented and incomplete.

Fairy Tramper, once she understood what was going on, also found it quite a relief that Chu Wanning was now confused and easy to coax. If he is bullied one day, he may not remember the next day when he opens his eyes. And because of his shattered memory, Chu Wanning thinks he's dreaming, so he's a lot less guarded than he usually is.

A cat with sharp fingers and claws is delicious, but a big white cat sleeping like a milk ball is also rare.

It has to be said that he thinks Hua Binan has done a good job.

"How much have you remembered today?" is the question he asks Chu Wanning when he wakes up these mornings.

Chu Wanning, on the other hand, tends to frown and ask him, "What."

He replied patiently and unfailingly, "Does your memory still stop at the last life, after we were married, or has it become something else?"

At this point, he would most likely wait for Chu Wanning's embarrassed face and a low, "Mo Weiyu, what are you mad about again?"

Not a nice thing to say, if it were any other time, I would have slapped it on the face.

Fairy Tramper now slapped it too, but with a light tail, followed by the other hand, which looked less like a slap and more like a cupping of the face.

He snorted, but there was a hint of satisfaction in his eyes, "Very well. It would have been better if you had stayed like this."

He really didn't want Chu Wanning to think about this life, about the Mo Weiyu who had become a master. It was as if, as long as Chu Wanning remained so confused, they could go back to that year at the Wushan Palace, and no matter how much Chu Wanning hated him, the two of them could spend time together day and night.

His Master, his Wangning, was all his alone.

Hua Binan mocked him sarcastically: "Even his own jealousy makes him less than a woman at heart."

Jealousy

Fairy Tramper thinks that there is no such thing. It's just that even an animal, a thing that has been with it for a long time, can develop something like a "habit".

That's all.

It was a beautiful day at Dragon Mountain and Fairy Tramper forced Chu Wanning and himself to take a nap in the orange blossom tree.

Chu Wanning's consciousness is blurred, and he still thinks it is a dream he had one night.

So he said, "Why are you such a picky person, even in your dreams?"

Fairy Tramper rolled over on the lawn and leaned over again, resting her head on his knee. Looking at each other, Fairy Tramper said, "The usual. By the way, I'm hungry, so go back later and cook me a bowl of porridge."

""

"It's going to be egg flower and lean pork congee, the egg flower should not be overcooked, the congee should not be too thick, and just put a little bit of meat in it. You can do it right taught you many times."

Chu Wanning didn't want to go, but he was forced to do everything he could. Then he went with him to the back room of the ritual hall.

The firewood is on, the rice is clean and the water is boiling. Fairy Tramper sits at the small table and watches Chu Wanning's irritated and helpless face at the sconce.

But luckily Chu Wanning thought it was a dream and so wasn't going to put too much effort into fighting it.

Fairy Tramper, on the other hand, knows that this dream will eventually be shattered, so he cherishes it more than any other time before.

The water rolls over and the smell of rice and meat wafts out from under the wooden lid.

Fairy Tramper changed his position and folded his hands under his chin, feeling that there was a lot he wanted to say to Chu Wanning, but it was pointless and futile to say anything at all.

In the end, he moved his mouth, and all he said in a low, lazy voice was, "Hello."

"Hmm."

What to say

Actually, he didn't know, so he thought about it and solemnly: "Remember to put salt on it."

"Let it go."

"Then remember to taste the saltiness."

""

Fairy Tramper's dark, purple pupils brimmed with a touch of teasing and relief: "Don't expect to salt this seat to death." With that, he got up and walked behind Chu Wanning, glancing into the pot before suddenly raising his hand and embracing the warm body of the man from behind.

He rubbed Chu Wanning's ear and lowered his eyelashes, "I want to torture you for the rest of your life."

" Mo Weiyu "

Noticing the stiffness of the man, he hugged him even tighter, not even holding back, turning his face sideways to place a kiss on the side of his neck, his long eyelashes flicking: "What for? I've taught you the art of cooking porridge for so long, and you're still not willing to cook a bowl of porridge for me"

Chu Wanning was so overwhelmed by this robber baron's logic that he had nothing to say. He managed to think of something harsh to say in rebuttal, but before he could even open his mouth, his lips were sealed by Fairy Tramper's.

He returned to the earth in springtime with his lost and found fire in his arms.

In the smoky smell of rice and oil, already a living dead man, he kisses Chu Wanning with indulgence and affection, his cold lips and teeth wrapped in warmth.

His mentor, his Wangning, his Queen Chu.

No one can take it away from anyone, no one will give it.

In the heat of the kiss, Fairy Tramper, dazed, pinned to the table and occasionally moved in for two more kisses on her already red and swollen lips, while reaching out to undress Chu Wanning.

He used to be such a bastard, and when the mood struck him, he would not care even if someone asked to see him urgently.

In one of his wildest moments, he was in the council chamber of the Wushan Palace, making love to Chu Wanning, who had just been crowned consort, when monks arrived from the Temple of No Mercy outside, asking for an audience because of the Yellow River monster. When he was finally annoyed, he ordered the curtains to be lowered and let the monks in.

He then continued to invade his master through the gauzy, delicately crisp beaded curtain on Little Ye's carved rosewood summer couch.

"Don't make a sound, but I'll tell the outside world that I'm asking Concubine Chu to pamper me, to save your face." At that moment, while he was galloping on Chu Wanning, he panted in a deep voice, "If you shout out, all those vultures will know later that it is you who are sleeping with me."

" Mo Weiyu" The man beneath him was so humiliated that his eyes were red, "You bastard"

A small crab has crawled here, see you at the usual place

At this moment, deep in Dragon Mountain, Fairy Tramper gazes at the emaciated face of Chu Wanning.

He wondered if Chu Wanning had ever had any doubts about why Song Qiutong had nothing to say when he was so energetic.

In fact, although he had pampered that woman, he had always had a bad taste in his mouth, and he did not want to have children with Song Qiutong, even when he was having fun, he would avoid making her pregnant. Perhaps because of his own background, he felt that two people who did not have a deep love for each other and could spend their lives together should not have children.

But it is strange that he hates Chu Wanning so much, yet he always thinks that it would be nice if his Queen Chu, whom he pampers day and night like this, could carry his blood.

desire to conquer

desire for revenge

Possessiveness is still a more humiliating punishment than being taken by force.

He doesn't know.

In this self-paralysis, he dragged Chu Wanning with him again and again into the abyss of sin and guilt.