The Husky and His White Cat Shizun - Chap 29

That night, lying on the bed at the Peak of Life and Death, Mo Ran put his hands behind his head and looked at the ceiling, unable to sleep.

Scenes of the past flashed in front of his eyes. In the end, bit by bit, fragments, they were all Chu Wanning’s handsome and somewhat cold face.

Actually, Mo Ran never knew what he thought of this person.

The first time he saw him, it was under the flowering tree in front of Tong Tian Tower. He was wearing a wide robe with wide sleeves. Of the more than twenty elders, he was the only one who did not wear the extremely coquettish silver-blue profound armor at the Peak of Life and Death.

That day, he lowered his head, absentmindedly thinking about the armor on his hand. Half of his face looked focused and gentle, like a white cat in the golden sun.

Mo Ran looked from afar, unable to move his gaze away.

He felt that his first impression of Chu Wanning was very good.

But he could not endure the coldness, punishment, and harshness that followed. That white cat had sharp teeth and claws, biting him until his body was full of wounds.

He was saved by his uncle from the sea of fire, on the verge of death, his life hanging by a thread. Originally, he thought that after coming to the Peak of Life and Death, there would be a master who would treat him with tolerance, who would truly cherish him.

However, Chu Wanning did not seem to see his fawning, his efforts. On the contrary, the ferocious whip was fierce, the slightest mistake would cause his skin to split open and his flesh to be mangled.

Later, he found out that Chu Wanning looked down on him from the bottom of his heart — —

“Bad character, hard to polish.”

That man in white under the flowering tree, that was how he was evaluated, right?

He once thought of Chu Wanning as Jiutian Hanyue, sincerely worshipping and loving him. But in Jiutian Hanyue’s heart, what was he, Mo Ran?

A disciple that he had no choice but to accept.

A lowly person who despised him to the bone.

A hooligan who grew up in a restaurant and was tainted with a filthy aura.

Although Mo Ran was always laughing and joking, looking like he did not care, he slowly hated Chu Wanning. That hatred contained a strong unwillingness.

He was unwilling to accept this.

In the past, he had always harbored a growing resentment towards Chu Wanning, trying to get this person’s attention, to get this person’s praise, to get this person’s surprise.

During that period of time, if Shi Mei had praised him with “very good”, he would have been overjoyed.

However, if Chu Wanning was willing to praise him with “not bad”, he was willing to die.

But Chu Wanning never praised him.

No matter how hard he tried, how attentive he was, that cold man always nodded faintly, and then turned his face away.

Mo Ran was about to go crazy.

God knows how much she wanted to pinch Chu Wanning’s cheeks and turn him around, forcing him to stare at her, forcing him to swallow the words “bad character, difficult to cultivate” back into his stomach!

But he could only kneel in front of Chu Wanning, like a stray dog, kowtow and respectfully say, “This disciple will remember Master’s teachings.”

In front of Chu Wanning, Mo Weiyu was lowly to the bone.

Even if he was a “Young Master”, he was still lowly.

He finally understood that a person like Chu Wanning did not like him at all.

Later on, he experienced many things.

Mo Ran held power at the peak of life and death, and then strove to reach the peak of the cultivation world, becoming an unprecedented overlord. Under his dark subordinates, everyone trembled, everyone was afraid, everyone mentioned his name softly like a mosquito. Who still remembered his stains, who still remembered his lowly background — —

From then on, there was no more Mo Weiyu in the world, only the Emperor Ta.

Emperor Ta.

People hated him, hated him to the extreme. The heinous Mo Weiyu, could not be saved even after a thousand times of the Art of Rebirth, could not be reincarnated!

Emperor Ta Mo Weiyu, Emperor Ta Mo Weiyu, Emperor Ta — —

… … Ta, Xian, Jun.

But even if they were afraid, what could they do? At the peak of life and death, there were still loud cheers, thousands of people kneeling in front of the Wu Shan Palace, densely packed heads kowtowed three times to him.

“Immortal Trampling Monarch, may you live a long life and never die.”

He felt very happy.

Until he noticed Chu Wanning’s face in the crowd.

At that time, Chu Wanning had already lost his cultivation, and was tied under the main hall, becoming a prisoner.

Mo Ran was determined to kill him, but he did not want Chu Wanning to leave easily. He restrained Chu Wanning’s limbs, and cut the blood vessels on Chu Wanning’s neck. The wound was not big, and he cast a spell to prevent the wound from clotting. Blood flowed out little by little, and his life was drained away little by little.

The sun was hot, and the coronation ceremony had been going on for half a day. Chu Wanning’s blood should have been drained.

When this person died, Mo Ran would completely cut off his past, so he purposely arranged for Chu Wanning to bleed during his coronation ceremony.

When he became the Three Nine Supremes of the Cultivation World, Chu Wanning would become a lifeless corpse.

Everything that happened yesterday would disappear like smoke.

It was great.

But this person was about to die, so why was he still so indifferent? He was so handsome that he was somewhat fickle … His face was pale, but his expression was indifferent. When he looked at the Emperor Ta, there was neither praise nor fear.

There was only disgust, disdain, and —

Mo Ran felt that he must be crazy. Either that, or Chu Waning had gone mad.

There was also a trace of pity.

Chu Wanning pitied himself, a person who was about to die, a defeated opponent! He actually pitied a person who had reached the pinnacle of the Human Realm, an overlord who could call the wind and summon the rain. He, he actually would — he actually dared!!!

The anger that had accumulated for more than ten years made Mo Ran crazy. He was in the Dan Xin Palace, of course, at that time, it was called the Wu Mountain Palace. He suddenly stood up in front of several thousand people, and amidst those people’s flattery and praises, his black robe billowed as he walked down the stairs.

In front of everyone, he pinched Chu Wanning’s chin. His face was distorted, and his smile was sweet and ferocious.

“Master, today is your disciple’s big day, why are you still unhappy?”

The thousands of people were silent in an instant.

Chu Wanning was neither servile nor overbearing. With a cold expression, he said, “I don’t have a disciple like you.”

Mo Ran laughed unrestrainedly. His voice was like vultures circling the corridors of the Golden Palace Hall, frightening the wild geese.

“Master, you’re so heartless, it really makes my heart cold.” He laughed and said loudly, “You don’t have a disciple like me? Who taught me my mental cultivation method? Who taught me how to fight like this? Who taught me my cruelty and cold-bloodedness?! I still have the whip all over my body. Let me ask you, who beat me?! ”

He stopped laughing. His voice suddenly became fierce and fierce, and his eyes were cold.

“Chu Wanning! Do you think it’s embarrassing to have a disciple like me? Am I cheap in my bones, or the filth in my blood can’t be washed away? Let me ask you, Chu Wanning, let me ask you — what do you mean by ‘bad character, hard to cultivate’? ”

In the end, he was also a little crazy. He shouted with a distorted voice.

“You’ve never treated me as a disciple, you’ve never looked up to me! But I — but I used to — I really treated you as my master, I really respected you, I really loved you, and you treat me like this? Why are you never willing to praise me? Why is it that no matter what I do, I can’t get half a good from you?! ”

Chu Wanning’s whole body shook. His face gradually paled.

He opened his phoenix eyes slightly and looked at Mo Ran like that. His lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, he didn’t say anything.

At the peak of life and death, the only two people who were still in the same place faced each other like that.

In this awkward silence, Mo Ran seemed to have finally calmed down. He closed his eyes. When he opened them again, there was that disgusting smile again. He was smiling, laughing, and making people tremble.

He said gently and kindly, “Shizun, didn’t you look down on me? Didn’t you think I was lowly?”

Pausing for a moment, his gaze swept over the heads of the thousands of people. Those people were all kneeling in front of his palace like dogs. They all acknowledged that he was the Lord of the Cultivation World, above the rolling world of mortals.

Mo Ran smiled and said, “And now? Before you die, I’ll ask you one more time. In this world, who is the lowly one, and who is the superior one? Who is the one who stepped on who, and who is the one who is the king? And who is the one who is the loser? ”

Chu Wanning lowered his eyes. He seemed to still be immersed in Mo Ran’s confession and didn’t come back to his senses. In the end, Mo Ran pinched his chin and forced him to raise his face.

But when he forced him to look at himself, Mo Ran suddenly froze.

For the first time, he saw an expression of regret on Chu Wanning’s face.

That expression was too unfamiliar. Mo Ran felt like he was suddenly scalded. He reflexively released the fingers that were pinching his face.

“You …”

Chu Wanning’s expression was very painful. He seemed to be enduring some kind of heart-wrenching, heart-wrenching pain.

His voice was very soft, almost hoarse.

It floated in the wind. Only Mo Ran heard it.

He said, “I’m sorry, Mo Ran. It’s Master’s fault … ”

In that instant, everything around him lost its sound. The sound of the wind, the sound of the grass, the fluttering of the robes, all returned to silence.

Only Chu Wanning’s face, which was staring at him, was the only clear thing in the world. It was the only thing he could see.

At that time, he should have many thoughts. Happy, proud, ecstatic.

But it wasn’t.

At that time, the thoughts were strange. Speaking of which, there was only one —

He didn’t know when … he was already so much taller than Chu Wanning.

Time had really passed for a long time.

Many things in the past had changed.

Mo Ran’s lips trembled. He murmured, “What … did you say?”

Chu Wanning smiled. Mo Ran was familiar with that smile, but at the same time, he was not familiar with it. Mo Ran saw his own twisted expression in that pair of phoenix eyes.

Then, that pair of eyes slowly closed. Chu Wanning fell on his back. Mo Ran grabbed his shoulder almost at the moment he fell. He roared madly and angrily, like the sound of a wild beast breaking down.

“Chu Wanning! Chu Wanning, what did you say? Say it again!! ”

The person in his arms didn’t reply. His lips were pale like pear blossoms. That handsome face always had a cold expression, but before he died, it was frozen in a somewhat miserable smile. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised. In his memory, Mo Ran saw that face for the first time in front of the Tong Tian Tower.

It was a slight smile, somewhat gentle.

“Chu Wanning!!”

That gentleness shattered. The begonia flowers fell to the ground.

He finally got what he wanted. He stepped on his master’s life and reached the top of the Human Peak.

But what was this? What was this?!

The bitterness and hatred in his heart continued to increase. What was this?

Mo Ran condensed the faint black mist in his palm. His fingertips flew and quickly tapped a few of Chu Wanning’s blood meridians, sealing the last meridian of his heart.

“Do you want to die like this?” Mo Ran’s eyes bulged. His face was ferocious. “It’s not over. Chu Wanning, we haven’t settled the debt between us. It’s not over! It’s not over! If you don’t make it clear to me — I’ll crush Xue Meng, Kunlun’s Treading in Snow Palace, and the last few people you want to protect!! Tear them all to pieces!! You better think it through!! ”

The ceremony didn’t continue. He didn’t care about the thousands of people kneeling there.

He changed his mind. He didn’t want Chu Wanning to die.

He hated him. He wanted Chu Wanning to live — to live …

He picked up the man who had lost too much blood. Using his lightness skill, he leaped onto the roof. His robes fluttered like the wings of a lone eagle. His figure quickly flew over layers of roofs and went straight to the South Peak — straight to the Red Lotus Pavilion, the place where Chu Wanning used to live.

The spiritual energy there was abundant, and there were many immortal herbs. He wanted to save Chu Wanning.

One could only hate when one was alive. If one was dead, there wouldn’t be any reason to hate. Was he crazy that he wanted to kill Chu Wanning with his own hands?

If Chu Wanning died, then what was left of him in this world …

Lying on the bed, he licked his memories alone.

It was the middle of the night, but he couldn’t sleep anymore.

Mo Ran got up, washed his face, put on his clothes, and walked towards the Yama Hall with a wind lantern.

Chu Wanning must have just casually bandaged his wounds, and then went there to kneel as punishment. Mo Ran knew him well. He was smelly, stubborn, and inflexible. He never considered whether his body could take it or not. Even if Xue Meng wanted to stop him, he couldn’t.

Sure enough, when he arrived outside the Yama Hall, he saw a small green lantern burning in solitude. The candle’s tears kept falling.

Chu Wanning was kneeling with his back facing the door. His figure was tall and straight, as handsome as a pine tree.

When he saw this figure, Mo Ran felt a little regret. It was the middle of the night, why did he go there? Looking for Chu Wanning? Was he crazy?

But since he was already here, he felt very stupid to just turn around and leave.

He thought for a while and came up with a compromise. He gently put the wind lantern by his feet. He didn’t plan to leave, nor did he plan to go in. He just stood outside the window, with his elbows on the windowsill and his cheeks on his hands, looking at Chu Wanning from afar.

The copper bells on the eaves gently swayed. The night was filled with the fragrance of flowers and plants.

The two of them, one standing and one kneeling, were separated by the vermilion window and the empty and quiet hall.

If it was before his rebirth, Mo Ran had enough power to barge into the hall and order Chu Wanning to end his reflection and go back to rest.

If Chu Wanning was unwilling, he also had enough power to seal Chu Wanning’s hands and feet, and violently carry him away.

But now, he had neither the power nor the position.

He wasn’t even as tall as Chu Wanning.

Mo Ran’s mood was complicated. He looked at the person inside from outside the window, but the person inside didn’t notice. He couldn’t see Chu Wanning’s face, and Chu Wanning also couldn’t see his face.

So the white cat knelt all night without turning back.

So the silly dog also stood all night without going far.