Chapter 153: Mo Wen?
If he were allowed to completely control Ling Ran or herself, they would be completely passive, and Xu Nianluo could not guarantee what irreversible events would happen.
What if someone else runs away?
What if they use this as a threat?
Even though she knew she was no match for her opponent, Xu Nianluo still rushed forward without hesitation.
Because she also believed that Ling Ran must be confident in his plan if he dared to lure people out, although Ling Ran did not tell Xu Nianluo his trump card.
However, according to Xu Nianluo's understanding of Ling Ran, this little master's aunt is not a brainless woman with big breasts.
She must have her reasons for doing this, and she must have her own plans.
Just like Xu Nianluo, at the moment she rushed over, another man in black wearing a white clown mask also rushed towards Ling Ran.
When he and Xu Nianluo passed each other, Xu Nianluo even felt the man's strong mockery of her.
"not good!"
"Aunt Master! Be careful."
The original plan of fighting failed, and Xu Nianluo suddenly turned around in the air, preparing to turn back to intercept.
But these two men in black were stronger than Xu Nianluo, and they had the upper hand.
The moment Xu Nianluo turned around, the man in black wearing a blue and white clown mask standing on the tree stretched out his ten hands and danced in the air as if controlling a puppet.
Xu Nianluo froze and looked back at the guy in disbelief.
"What's going on!"
Xu Nianluo was shocked. How did this "clown" control her when she was on high alert? Although she was not completely defeated, the duel between masters was a matter of life and death. The other guy had already rushed in front of Ling Ran.
In the eyes of others, Ling Ran seemed to be frightened and actually put his hands on his chest and began to pray.
“Swish!”
The guy in the white mask stopped in front of Ling Ran, and the white gloves on his slender hands were only a hair's length away from Ling Ran's throat.
"Hand over the technique."
A funny voice came from under the mask.
"Don't ask, don't ask."
"You must come out."
Ling Ran still closed his eyes and prayed.
I could feel a stinging pain in my throat, and even my breathing was unusually uncomfortable.
"Hand over the technique."
"Otherwise, die."
The funny voice came out again, and the white-masked clown's eyes were calm, without a trace of emotion.
"Aunt Master."
Xu Nianluo was still struggling.
But her motivation to struggle became less and less, and the feeling of being controlled became more and more serious. The spirit that did not belong to her was gradually eroding her original thoughts.
"What kind of technique is that?"
"I don't understand what you're talking about."
According to the script, Mo Wen should have dropped from the sky long ago, but dozens of seconds passed and the atmosphere was still so frozen that Ling Ran had to open his eyes and smile awkwardly.
It was a bit of a miscalculation. Looking at Xu Nianluo's predicament, Ling Ran wanted to press the distress signal on his watch without being noticed.
"Don't move."
The white-masked clown didn't even blink before asking Ling Ran to stop his behavior.
"The cultivation method you know."
"explain."
"Don't try to play tricks. We know that."
It's rare for this guy to speak so long.
To Ling Ran, this sound, which was even more unpleasant than that of a drake, was a torture that ravaged her eardrums.
But now I have no control over myself, I can't even control myself, so how can I have the courage to ask others for anything?
"Let me think about it."
Ling Ran, who originally wanted to make up a random story to deceive him, said that if the other person really knew about the legend of cultivating immortals, random words would definitely not make sense.
Fortunately, Ling Ran had read quite a few ancient Chinese martial arts novels.
In many plots, just deliberately saying one or two wrong words can drive the other party crazy.
Ling Ran could only pray again that his luck would be better and that he could get away with it.
“Swish, swish, swish.”
I don't know who broke the silence, heavy footsteps were coming closer step by step on the snow.
Ling Ran's eyes lit up, then dimmed again.
If even Xu Nianluo can't deal with this person, what can she do even if a single teacher from the college comes?
As for those students, they are just asking for their heads to be killed.
"I can tell you."
Mo Wen appeared behind Ling Ran.
The moment they saw her, the white-masked clown and the blue-and-white-masked clown were stunned, and Xu Nianluo lost control and fell from the air.
After hearing the voice, Ling Ran actually ignored the guy who could take her life at any time and turned around as quickly as possible.
"I thought you weren't coming back."
Ling Ran couldn't help but be infatuated, the kind of infatuation that a lovelorn person would have.
Isn’t that her Mo Wen, still wearing the tattered special operations team uniform, with many snow stains on his hair, and the wound on his chest looked like it had just healed.
Ordinary Mo Wen.
"How could that be?"
Mo Wen looked at Ling Ran tenderly and smiled, "Now, we can finally go home."
Mo Wen glanced at the two clowns indifferently, without showing any momentum, but made the guy close to the two jump back a few times and return to his companions.
What a joke.
He is recognized as the strongest person under the current federal government, and it was he who started the wave of cultivating immortals.
With one brilliant victory after another and one invincible legend after another, everyone knew that Ling Ran was her Achilles' heel.
During his absence, Ling Ran was the target of public criticism.
And with him protecting him, Ling Ran is the safest person in the world.
"Walk!"
The two clowns looked at each other and said in unison.
They sensed that Mo Wen was just an ordinary existence, but who would be willing to risk their own life to test Mo Wen's depth?
"Junior Master."
Xu Nianluo came to Ling Ran embarrassedly and called out respectfully, then looked furtively behind Mo Wen.
Everyone knew that she was looking to see if that guy Long Tianyu was coming.
"He escaped."
Mo Wen smiled and took Ling Ran's hand.
"Is it really you?"
Ling Ran felt something was unreal, muttered, and reached out to touch Mo Wen's face.
After not seeing each other for a long time, Mo Wen actually had stubble on his face, and he looked dusty and disheveled.
"It's me."
Mo Wen smiled and nodded.
"Then why didn't you come out last night?"
Ling Ran stared at Mo Wen closely, hoping he could give an answer.
Doesn't she know that every day is like a year for her?
Every night when it was late and quiet was even more tormenting. I would have hallucinations from time to time, seeing Mo Wen right in front of me, and then he would stretch out his hand and disappear.
"Master, Master, I'm going back first."
Xu Nianluo tactfully chose to leave first.
She was alone again and wanted to go back and have some quiet time.
"It's not the right time yet."
"Come out at that time, and those who are watching you will run away."
As expected of someone who influenced Ling Ran, Mo Wen caressed Ling Ran’s head lovingly.
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