#AND CWN DOING A SPECIAL BARRIER FOR MO RAN WITH HAITANG FLOWERSSSSSSSS

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⛥ 2HA ⛥ 01 ⛥ 31. THIS VENERABLE ONE'S UNCLE. ⛥

Upon seeing this, Mo Ran was most displeased. Emperor Taxian-Jun had an inexpressible fixation on Chu Wanning's acknowledgement. He immediately asked for three servings of tofu as well.

And so, on the first day of the Yuheng Elder's period of confinement, all three of his disciples got the runs from food poisoning.

Chu Wanning glanced at the disciples in the distance; the young people were drenched through and through, but the smiles on their faces were bright and carefree. Chu Wanning knew that those smiles would vanish the moment they saw him. Thus, after thinking it over for a moment, he moved to stand beneath the bridge.

The translucent golden barrier covered Naihe Bridge and extended in full resplendence all the way to the main walkway of the disciples' quarters, thereby sheltering them from the rain the rest of the way.

"The Xuanji Elder is the best."

He held an oil-paper umbrella and as he gazed at Chu Wanning, he almost seemed to be smiling—yet also not.

One on the bridge, where leaves rustled in the wind; one under the bridge, where rain splashed in the river. For a moment, neither of them spoke. Both simply looked at the other.

Finally, Mo Ran laughed. "Xuanji Elder, you're getting drenched," he said teasingly. At nearly the same time, Chu Wanning spoke, voice chilly, "How did you know it was me?"

Mo Ran knew that Chu Wanning couldn't be bothered to put up a barrier for himself, but an idea popped into his head. He tossed the umbrella over. "I'll give this to you—catch."

Chu Wanning looked up at him. "Then what about you?"

All of a sudden, he didn't understand what he was thinking. If only his feelings toward people could always be either simple fondness or simple loathing.

The fan opened with a pop. The writing on the side facing others said: "Xue is Beautiful." But the writing on the side facing himself said: "Others are Ugly."

A pause, then he asked, "Oh yeah, Aunt, is this medicine bitter?" "Somewhat. Why do you ask?" Mo Ran grinned. "No reason." But he grabbed a handful of candy from the fruit bowl and stuffed it into his sleeve.