Chapter 116

Chu Jinglan's mind was twisted into obsession, but he managed to break out of the thunder with this stubbornness. At this moment, the condensed state did not dissipate. Generally speaking, the hundred-year-old Chu Jinglan was not as dangerous as himself two hundred years later, but at this moment, he was very dangerous.

Xiao Mo's hands were chained and he was brought in front of Chu Jinglan, but he was not affected by Chu Jinglan's murderous aura.

"Yes, Chu Jinglan, I'm back."

Chu Jinglan's frightened eyes moved at the last few words.

His expression was clearly despairing and changing constantly, the coldness and bloody smell around him also began to stir, confusion and struggle flashed in his eyes, Chu Jinglan could not help but press his forehead.

Xiao Mo raised his hand to touch him, but the chain made a creaking sound as soon as he moved his hand. Chu Jinglan heard the sound of the chain and his mind finally became a little clearer.

Chu Jinglan raised his eyes in shock and saw his hands were locked. He subconsciously reached out to untie Xiao Mo, but his hands stopped in mid-air.

Xiao Mo knew that he was still not awake, so he said softly, "It's okay, just leave it like this for now."

Chu Jinglan looked at him in silence.

"I won't leave. If you're worried, that's fine."

Chu Jinglan stared at the dark chain for a moment, then suddenly raised his hand, put one arm around Xiao Mo's waist, left the battlefield, and brought the man back to the camp.

The others couldn't see Xiao Mo, but they saw Chu Jinglan coming back with a pile of chains, and the chains were still half floating in his arms. They felt that the posture was a bit strange, but no one thought much about it.

The battle on the Mahayana side was also over. The cultivators on this battlefield won. Some people were recuperating in the camp, while others went to clean up the battlefield and hunt down the remaining enemies. The camp was very large, and Chu Jinglan took Xiao Mo straight back to his residence.

He had a high score in the Yingyue Sect, so he had a separate residence on the battlefield. Chu Jinglan brought Xiao Mo to the room, put him on the bed and sat him down. He threw the chain in his hand to the bedpost and tied it up.

After doing all this, Chu Jinglan went into the house and sat on the cushion to meditate without saying a word.

Having just successfully advanced to the next level, bathing in the natural dew should have been the best state, but Chu Jinglan's meditation was worse than not doing it at all. His spiritual energy started to become disorderly as he walked, and blood began to seep from the corners of his lips, as if he had gone crazy.

Xiao Mo was startled. He pursed his lips and tried to unlock the chain on his wrist. This chain did have the effect of suppressing cultivation, so it should be difficult to get rid of it. But to Xiao Mo's surprise, he didn't have to put in much effort and the chain fell off his wrist.

However, Xiao Mo didn't care about being surprised. He quickly pressed Chu Jinglan's major acupoints and transferred his spiritual power over.

Chu Jinglan only felt a pain in his head like needles. He felt as if he had overlooked something. There was a hole in his heart. A cool breeze blew directly through the hole, forming a vortex, and was about to tear him to pieces.

Xiao Mo frowned, made a seal with his fingers, and was about to press on Chu Jinglan's eyebrows, but Chu Jinglan suddenly opened his eyes.

There was a dark red light in his eyes.

Xiao Mo was startled, but it was too late for him to withdraw his hand. Chu Jinglan grabbed his neck and threw him down hard. This time was different from the reunion in the real world. Even though Chu Jinglan's hand was pinching his neck, there was a place in his mind that was clear, so he didn't use much force. But this time, Chu Jinglan used all his strength, and Xiao Mo was suffocated and felt pain. He subconsciously defended himself and pinched Chu Jinglan's wrist.

He met Chu Jinglan's eyes.

Xiao Mo's hand lost its strength before he could even exert any force. He let go of his instinct to resist, slowly loosened his grip on his wrist, and raised his hand to touch Chu's shocked face.

Deep in the sea of ​​consciousness, in the memory scenes, everything was very special. Xiao Mo was not as bloodless as the inner demon spirit. His snow-white neck was soon pinched with red marks. He struggled to speak while suffocating: "Chu, shocked..."

Chu Jinglan was completely out of his mind at the moment. When he heard the voice, he subconsciously lowered his head and moved closer, as if he wanted to hear clearly what the person below was saying.

As he got closer, Xiao Mo stretched out his hand seemingly helplessly, then he flipped it and immediately slapped the seal he had just made on Chu Jinglan's forehead.

Although he had withdrawn his hand just now, the spiritual power and momentum he had gathered did not dissipate. He slapped him directly. Xiao Mo stiffened his neck and shouted, "Chu Jinglan!"

The aqua-blue spiritual power spread across Chu Jinglan's forehead. His pupils shrank and he clenched his teeth tightly, but he still groaned in pain. He loosened his grip on Xiao Mo a little, but still did not let go.

Xiao Mo watched the red light in his eyes fade away little by little. Before he could relax, he saw Chu Jinglan's eyes slightly focused and fixed on his face, but most of his sight was still far away and had not completely returned.

It seemed as if he was wandering in a faraway place, and neither this shell nor his soul had settled down.

Xiao Mo was shocked.

Because Chu Jinglan just pinched his neck like this, looked at him, and then... quietly shed tears.

The tears were very light, but they made Xiao Mo tremble with fear.

The force on his neck could no longer restrain him, so Xiao Mo stood up, hugged Chu Jinglan, and kissed her hard.

Xiao Mo tasted blood in his mouth. Chu Jinglan's hand dropped from his neck to his side, motionless.

Xiao Mo tasted his blood, kissed away the tears from his eyes, and said to Chu Jinglan again and again: "It's me, I'm really back, did you hear it?"

Chu Jinglan curled up the fingers that fell on his side.

As Xiao Mo tried to restrain his voice but still let out a trembling and uninterrupted sound, Chu Jinglan's eyes gradually focused and he slowly raised his hand.

The moment his eyes cleared, he hugged the person in his arms tightly.

"Xiao Mo...it's you. It's really you."

It was clearly he who locked the man back from the battlefield, and it was not until this moment that Chu Jinglan finally came to his senses and hugged him sincerely.

"Well," Xiao Mo buried his face in his shoulder, "I'm sorry, I'm late."

He wanted to apologize to every ounce of Chu Jinglan's consciousness for keeping them buried in the dark grave for so long. No matter how many times he said "I'm sorry", it would not be enough.

So in addition to apologies, there must also be enough love.

Chu Jinglan held the person in his arms tightly and shook his head: "It's good that you're back."

Although a hundred years have passed, the wait is worth it. He can endure a hundred years, really, as long as the person comes back.

Before Chu Jinglan could breathe a sigh of relief, his body suddenly stiffened.

He had thought over and over again over the past hundred years that as long as Xiao Mo came back, he would definitely be extra nice to him. However, when he thought of Xiao Mo recently, he suddenly felt panic and had dark thoughts that disturbed him. It was not a demon in his heart, but a demon in his heart. He was even more confused just now, and he actually said to Xiao Mo who had just returned -

Chain, pinch.

Chu Jinglan was so shocked that his whole body froze.

But, also, Xiao Mo kissed him.

Noticing Chu Jinglan's body suddenly stiffened, Xiao Mo quickly withdrew from his embrace and asked, "Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere else?"

Chu Jinglan's gaze fell on the purple pinch marks on Xiao Mo's neck. He hurriedly took out the elixir from the storage container and raised his hand to apply the medicine to Xiao Mo.

Xiao Mo then understood why Chu Jinglan reacted like that.

It wasn't that I felt unwell, but I remembered what I had just done.

Xiao Mo smiled and grabbed Chu Jinglan's hand as she applied medicine to him: "It doesn't hurt, it will be healed in the blink of an eye. Don't you have anything to ask me?"

Chu Jinglan himself had a lot to say to Xiao Mo, but if he asked, the first thing he would say was, "Are you coming back this time and not leaving?"

Even though Xiao Mo said this many times when he was unconscious, he still asked this question.

"I'm not leaving." Xiao Mo felt distressed. No matter how many times Chu Jinglan asked, he would always answer, "Nothing else to ask me?"

Chu Jinglan fell silent.

Xiao Mo: "For example, why did I kiss you just now?"

Chu looked up in shock.

He looked like he was about to retreat, but Xiao Mo didn't let him. He stared into his eyes and spoke clearly, "Because I like you, Chu Jinglan."

He saw the shock in Chu Jinglan's eyes, and Cang Huangchao leaned back.

But Xiao Mo still held his hand. He locked the man back from the battlefield, but this time he was caught.

This was a huge surprise, but the 100-year-old Chu Jinglan was not like the Chu Jinglan in his twenties who dared to write love poems to Xiao Mo. After struggling in his eyes for a while, he lowered his eyes and his voice trembled.

"...Xiao Mo, I am no longer the Chu Jinglan of the past."

Xiao Mo recognized his former self, but Chu Jinglan now had a hole in his heart and had lost many things that he could not grasp. He could not find his former self again.

What Xiao Mo likes must be the him of the past, not the him of the present.

He could have endured a hundred years, but when the miracle he was most expecting suddenly happened, he suddenly realized that almost a hundred years had passed between them.

Chu Jinglan's heart was not completely silent yet, but he suddenly became panicked. Xiao Mo grabbed his hand and said, "Are you going to let go?"

As soon as these words came out, Chu Jinglan immediately grabbed Xiao Mo and blurted out: "Don't let go!"

He was stunned, but Xiao Mo smiled.

"We agreed not to let it go, not for the rest of your life."

Xiao Mo came closer: "I don't care if you are the Chu Jinglan of the past or not. As long as you are Chu Jinglan, I am your Xiao Mo, and neither of us should let go of the other."

There was determination and admiration in Xiao Mo's eyes, which made the empty hole in Chu Jinglan's heart ooze with blood and tears. He touched Xiao Mo's face with trembling hands and approached him tentatively.

Xiao Mo did not hide.

Chu Jinglan finally closed his eyes and kissed her.

Chu Jinglan, who is over a hundred years old, still has an inextinguishable magma in his heart. The scars of time have not completely worn him away. Xiao Mo held his hands, retrieved the consciousness from when he was a hundred years old, and put it back into his sea of ​​consciousness.

Most of the nightshade flowers have bloomed, and more red lotus flowers are blooming in the pond. The dark leaves of the giant trees in the distance are faintly showing a light green hue. Xiao Mo is among the flowers, feeling happy but also a little solemn.

...Based on this reasoning, he was worried that the consciousness of around 200 years old would become very troublesome.

The cruel time will hurt Chu Jinglan's heart deeply, and he will find it increasingly difficult to hold on, and eventually become scarred and broken.

Xiao Mo exhaled slowly and left the sea of ​​consciousness.

Hard work pays off, and Chu Jinglan's condition is visibly getting better.

The Tianyuan Secret Realm was about to open, and the team escorting Fen Xiu would soon arrive at the Yaori Sect. According to their schedule, by the time the Yaori Sect executed Fen Xiu, Xiao Mo and Chu Jinglan should have already entered the Tianyuan Secret Realm, so they would not be able to witness the scene of the human cultivators and the demons writing the alliance letter with their own eyes.

Xiao Mo loves to watch grand and fresh scenes, but there are always some things that come before his preferences.

Chu Jinglan was at the front.

As soon as he came out of the sea of ​​consciousness, Chu Jinglan looked at him silently. When Xiao Mo became suspicious, Chu Jinglan came up and kissed him.

Xiao Mo of course gladly accepted it, but as they kissed, he discovered that there was a slight difference in the taste.

Xiao Mo was stunned for a moment. After Chu Jinglan stepped back, he asked him calmly, "Who is better?"

Xiao Mo didn't react yet: "What?"

Chu Jinglan didn't answer, but just looked at him for a while.

As Xiao Mo was staring at him, he gradually came to his senses and suddenly realized, "...Are you asking about yourself when you were over a hundred years old and yourself now?"

When they are in their twenties, those youngsters will feel very awkward when being kissed, but those who are over a hundred years old may hesitate for a moment after the kiss, but will soon take it back fiercely.

After regaining consciousness, Chu Jinglan still felt those strong and domineering feelings in his chest.

The returning consciousness has not yet been fully integrated, so he suddenly becomes subtle.

Xiao Mo reacted, laughed uncontrollably, and leaned on his shoulder.

"Hey, I'm telling you... hurry up and merge your consciousness, what are you thinking about?"

Chu Jinglan squeezed his hand, obviously not satisfied, but still went to the meditation position and prepared to practice.

Before entering into meditation, he heard Xiao Mo's light laughter: "The taste is different, but I like both."

Chu Jinglan: ...

He suddenly felt that leaving Xiao Mo alone to retrieve the remaining two hundred-year-old consciousness might not be a good idea.