My past life was a fan of all men

Mo Lang stretched out his slender white hands to pick up Sun Ran, who had fainted on his body, and ran quickly outside the school. After running out of the school, he immediately flew into the air, and flew to the hospital along the direction of the wind, and sent Sun Ran to the hospital. After arriving at the hospital, he was sitting outside the ward. At this time, Sun Ran was still overtired and passed out temporarily.

Holding a bottle of coffee in his hand, Liu Hui came to Mo Lang with his long legs, sat beside him, and handed the coffee to Mo Lang. Mo Lang looked sideways at Liu Hui, the man in a white coat The young man frowned tightly.

"What's the matter? Don't worry, he just fainted temporarily due to excessive fatigue, and he will recover soon."

Mo Lang smiled calmly and said, "I know."

Liu Hui stretched out his palm to wipe the sweat off Mo Lang's forehead, "Don't make yourself too tired, go back and have a rest."

"Yeah." That's right, the decision has been made, it's time to make up your mind and bring everything to a successful conclusion.

After Liu Hui left, Mo Lang walked into Sun Ran's ward and left him a letter he had written in advance. He put the letter next to Sun Ran's pillow, then looked at Sun Ran quietly and said : "Sun Ran, we are destined for each other in this life, the two of us are destined to have no results, I hope you can understand. I'm sorry!"

After Mo Lang finished speaking, he reached out to remove the quilt for Sun Ran, and then walked away. When he heard the sound of the door of the ward closing, Sun Ran opened his eyes, with tears in his eyes, choked with sobs , unable to suppress the bitterness in his heart.

Of course Sun Ran knew that Mo Lang could predict the future. He was the one who got to know Mo Lang step by step in the "cracking down on counterfeiting" forum. It can be said that he once thought that maybe the two of them are not destined, but that the time has not come. Now that he thinks about it, all of this seems to be his own assumption...

Sun Ran picked up the letter placed next to the pillow, and while reading it, sobbing and crying, he recalled the things that happened with Mo Lang these days, as if a black and white movie was playing in his brain There is a sense of vicissitudes of time played in scrolling pictures one by one.

In the following days, Sun Ran never went to school again. He quit school and accepted the opportunity to study abroad given by Mo Lang. On the plane to a foreign country, he looked at the clouds floating outside the plane, Although he is still lamenting that it is not Mo Lang who accompanied him to see the beautiful sea of ​​clouds, but he will never go into a dead end again, love is fulfillment.

Mo Lang attended classes at school as usual, and on weekends after school, he went to the fruit shop to visit the fruit shop with Uncle Liu. His life was very ordinary, but he was very satisfied.

On Saturday morning, Mo Lang came to the fruit shop. Not long after he sat down, a sports car drove up to the door of Mo Lang’s fruit shop. Before Mo Lang could stand up, the owner of the car walked up to Mo Lang's side said: "Master, master, you must save me, I, I must be bewitched."

When Mo Lang watched the man in the black suit walking towards him, the body of the man in black, from his toes to the top of his head, was covered with dark black evil spirit. Mo Lang didn't even need to think about it, he knew this The man was trapped in a formation, and may be doomed.

Mo Lang stepped forward, opened his mouth slightly and did not speak, the man in Heizi knelt in front of Mo Lang and sobbed, "For the past half month, I have had nightmares every day, and every morning I wake up with nocturnal emission. I'm about to die, Master, you must save me!"

Mo Lang stretched out his slender and white hands to support him, then sat on the wooden chair, and asked the man in black solemnly for his birth date, stretched out his slender, white, well-articulated fingers to count, Then the relative looked carefully at the man's facial features with a pair of eyes like a deep pool, pursed his lips and said, "It's hard to be three inches below the night, and it's like a fairy couple in a dream."

man:"……"

The man's brows were frowned, and he reached out to grab Mo Lang's hand in a panic and said, "What do you mean? Master, what does this mean? Could it be that I am destined to die soon?!"

Mo Lang smiled and said: "Before meeting me, maybe you were destined to die soon, but after meeting me, maybe this battle can be resolved!"

Mo Lang twitched the corner of his mouth and said, "This formation is also called 'Soul Locking Formation'. The person who set up the formation is a female ghost who will haunt you and make you spend nights and nights in spring and night. In the end, you will die because of excessive indulgence.

"So, master, what should I do?" The man panicked and didn't know what to do.

Mo Lang was silent for a while.

The man's eyelid Mo Lang didn't say a solution for a long time, and immediately said: "Master, I will give it to you no matter how much it is, please help me."

Today, Mo Lang made a divination for himself. The hexagram said that Mo Lang will have a catastrophe today. Someone came to ask me to break the formation, so I was in a dilemma.

"Master, you can't give up on me!" The man cried with tears from the corners of his eyes, and said emotionally, "I have parents who want to raise me, and a few babies under my knees, I can't There is something wrong, Master, as the saying goes, 'Saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda', Master, please help me!"

Sitting in the fruit shop, Uncle Liu, who used a duster to drive away mosquitoes and flies, saw the man crying and complaining about being pitiful, so he said to Mo Lang: "Xiao Lang, if you can save it, then let's save it. It’s also very filial.”

Finally, Mo Lang agreed to save the man. He picked up a pen and wrote down the things needed for the formation on white paper, and asked the man to send someone to buy them. They were a paper figurine, three buckets of white rice, two dragon and phoenix candles, and old A series of things such as the clothes worn by the bride and groom.

Afterwards, Mo Lang explained something to Uncle Liu, and got into the man's sports car. Mo Lang kept thinking about the catastrophe that happened to him all the time. ", or the "Yin-Yang Bagua Formation", I still can't figure out what the catastrophe that is about to befall me.

He sat in the car and watched the scenery on both sides of the road change again and again. Since he couldn't figure it out, he didn't think about it.

Mo Lang returned his attention to the "soul lock array" of the man in black, and explained to the black man in the car the things to pay attention to when setting up the "spirit capture array". At this time, the rear tire of the sports car got stuck Nail, a flat tire, Mo Lang pulled the corner of his mouth deeply, and said with a faint smile: The evil spirit of the "soul-locking formation" is preventing me from breaking the formation..."

driver:"……"

The driver was stunned for a while, then hurried to the side of the road, replaced the spare tire in twos and twos, and when he got back into the car, Mo Lang had already closed his eyes tightly, and was concentrating on preparing for the next encounter. various situations.