The Husky and His White Cat Shizun Chapter 118

There is a shadow in the ink.

He... is not a dead person?

In the mind, the electric flint is flas.h.i.+ng a lot of details. If Rong Jiu has flesh and blood, then he must be shocked by the truth, and then the blood will flow into the skull, and the brain will be chaotic.

Rong Jiumu stood stiff for a while. The reaction of a person to a major event often has a lot to do with the environment in which he lives. For example, some people are usually scared birds. When they encounter a change, they are very easy to scare their courage, and like Xue Meng’s pride. I have always been calm, and ordinary things simply can’t surprise him.

And Rong Ji, a person who lived in the mud for a lifetime, experienced the hards.h.i.+ps that he experienced in front of the big things. The first thing that comes to mind is whether this will harm himself. If not, how should he do it? Get some benefits.

He soon realized that ink burning is a living person who is mixed into the ghost world. This is really good for himself. It is really too big.

He only shook his smoldering ident.i.ty, and that was a great achievement. He was sure to find an official and part-time job in the local government. When he was elated, he was so angry that he was eager to wait for his life. After death, I can still pacify, not the body of this man.

This is really a pie that falls from the sky.

What else does he need to do to reincarnate? I will be able to live the most comfortable days, completely turn over the dishes, wash my shame, and come back again.

The peach blossom scorpion picks up slightly, and the inside is shattered, and Rong Jiu can almost see his own official seal. Like the official difference of the ghosts, he sits in the bamboo shoulders of the green gauze, and the old **** is there. Take it easy.

Rong Jiuyu wants to be more gratified, but he turns to thinking and thinking that his own life is weak and weak. It is almost impossible to slip away from the ink-burning eyelids to inform the secret. Need to find a way to let the ink burn yourself?

His brains moved, his eyes fell on the body of Chu Xinning wearing a golden red suit.

"Chu Xianjun."

Rong Ji was seated next to Chu’s late night, holding a donkey and greeting people.

Chu nightning only managed to explore the enchantment, no sound, double eyes cold and cold, eyelashes are like a frosty snow.

"I haven't explored yet?" Rong Ji tried to ask.

After waiting for a while, I saw that Zhou Ning still ignored him, but did not rush him away. Rong Jiu sat on his own, some did not say a few words, then whispered: "Chu Xianjun In fact, just now, I have not told you the truth, I am afraid that you will not look down on me, I will not pity me, I will stay there alone."

Chu nightning's dark eyebrows are very strict. Although he has never spoken, there is a fire between the eyebrows, but now he is still squatting, still restrained, and does not intend to vent.

But this fire, where did you escape the eyes of Rong Jiu?

Rong nine soft and soft voice, soft and weak said: "I just thought about it outside, I feel that I should not lie with Xianjun. I don't want to go to the heart, so I want to come up with Xianjun to recognize a mistake..."

It’s a coincidence that he started this game. The beatings are just like the ink burns. They all want to “make a mistake.”

Chu night Ning was not so disgusting, but once he heard this, he finally opened his eyes, but did not look at the nine, coldly asked: "Which restaurant was in your life?"

Rong Jiuyi: "Xianjun... Did you know?"

He subconsciously glanced at the direction in which the ink burned. The dark pa.s.sage was not good. The surnamed ink did not intend to sing with the late night of Chu. He was confessed one step at a time. He added a fire at this time and could still move. ?

"I and Mo Xianjun..."

When he didn't finish his words, he was interrupted by Chu Jingning: "I ask you, which restaurant was in your life."

Rong Ji bite his lip: "Xiantaolou in Zizhu Town."

"Well, Xiantaolou." Chu nightning repeated, sneer, and did not make a sound, his face was very powerful.

Rong Ji sneaked at him several times, licked his lips and tried to say: "Chu Xianjun, you will not look down on me?"

Chu nightning: "..."

"I am suffering, my body is weak, and I am being sold to the restaurant. If there is a choice, I don't want to be like Xianjun. I am cool and heroic, except for the konjac." Rong Ji said, sighed, like He muttered, "If after the reincarnation, I can become a hero like Xianjun, that would be good."

"The soul character will not change because of the reincarnation." Chu night Ning faintly said, "Sorry, but we are not all the way."

Rong Ji was blocked by him, and his face was not shaken. He bowed his head and said: "I know that I can't compare with Xianjun. It's just a matter of hope. If you don't give yourself to someone like us. I don’t want to give myself a little thought. I’m afraid I’m in the restaurant for a year and a half, and I’m thinking about killing myself.”

Seeing that the night of the night is indifferent to the song, Rong Jiu first glanced at the ink with Yu Guang, and estimated that he should not hear the dialogue between himself and Chu Yuning, and then sighed softly: "After all, the guests coming from the restaurant, They are often rough and fierce, and we are not treated as human beings. At that time, it was a dazzling job to be able to pick up a friend like Mo Xianjun."

Chu Xi Ning still said nothing in a single sentence, but the back of the hand against the wall is like a meridian burst. If he has spiritual power, I am afraid that this wall can be poked out by five holes.

He forbeared for a while, still couldn't hold back, said very lowly: "What can be seen."

On the face of Rong Ji’s soft and charming face, there is a hint of affection, not much more, just right.

"Mo Xianjun is a good person. Although he ended up being confused and took my money, I thought that it was probably that I had never served him before. He was always reasonable in the past, and his temper was also pleasing. ”

Chu night Ning looked cold and listened in silence.

"In our building, everyone who has accompanied him is thinking of his goodness. Many nephews are looking forward to seeing him come again."

"...Does he go often?"

Rong Jiuyi made a bitter smile: "How do you count it often? If you ask me, I don’t know how to count it."

"Then you said how often he went once, who he was going to find, and when he went last time." Chu Xiaoning's thin lips and the knife hit the next touch, all the problems are splas.h.i.+ng cold, can you The burning of life.

Rong Jiu can't see the snow in the eyes of Chu's late eyes, and replied with grievances: "How long does it take, I don't remember this, but for 30 days, I can always see him in ten days. Who to look for...not fixed, hey, but this is a thing of the past, Chu Xianjun would have to blame him again..."

"I asked you when you last went." Chu’s face was almost frozen, "say."

In fact, after the day when the ink burned itself, I never went to the meeting again, and I never went to the restaurant kiln again.

However, Rong Jiu’s face was late, and the mind couldn’t answer a truth. He was confused and added a firewood: “This is also true of me... but it’s not until I die, occasionally in the restaurant. I can see the figure of Mo Xianjun... It should be not far away."

The voice did not fall, Chu night stood up, and the long five fingers were withdrawn, and the wide sleeves fell.

In the darkness of the night, the whole person was shaking slightly, and his eyes were splashed with a hot spark.

Rong Jiu’s heart sneaked out, and the secret sect was simply deceived. He was a little sly in the wind and the moon. He knew that he could pinch the minds of others. As long as he opened his mouth, Chu Zhongning’s decent person would be hooked.

However, Rong Jiu’s face was already prepared, and he was busy. “Chu Xianjun, what’s wrong, is it what I said wrong? For example, now this is a past life, but don’t blame it again. Xianjun...he...he is not a wicked person..."

"Is he a wicked person who needs you to tell me?" Chu night trembled and sighed, "I learned the apprentice, and I got you in charge?!"

"Chu Xianjun..."

Chu Xiaoning simply ignored him. His eyes were full of coolness, but the coolness was splashed with blazing anger. He pushed open the nine in front of him and strode toward the door of the warehouse. He picked up the collar of the ink and picked him up.

The ink burned and was shocked, and turned back: "Master?"

Chu night Ning took over his hand and seemed to feel that his collar was dirty. He looked like a cheetah who was screaming and waiting to catch up. He stared at the burning face, and he was so angry that he said a word. Not coming out.

What else can he say?

The punishment of the evil and evil Taiwan did not make the ink burned, and clearly recognized the fault. In front of him, a pair of people-like gestures...

Who knows what else will be secretly going to the peach floor and the small sleeves? !

I don’t know that I’m yin, but I’m seeing that the night is full of twilight, and my expression is indignation and disgust. I don’t know if I’m wrong, but there is still a series of repressed grief.

"Ink rain, what you said, how many sentences are true, a few sentences are fake?"

Chu Xiaoning’s voice is hoa.r.s.e and hoa.r.s.e, and the eyelashes are sloppy.

"...you...what is the bad character, the quality is difficult...!"

This sentence is like a meteorite falling into the sea, stirring up the water.

The ink burned and shook, stepping back two steps, shaking his head and staring at him.

wrong……

wrong……

This is the story of Chu Yuening’s disappointment to himself in his last life.

Why is it so good, will he say it again?

The ink burned did not know what happened, and he was anxious when he arrived. He wanted to speak, but he was interrupted by Chu Ningsheng. The hatred of Chu’s eyes was like wildfire, and he seemed to burn his eyes.

He hoa.r.s.ely said: "How long do you have to lie to me?!"

The burning mind is in chaos.

What deceive? What did Chu Xiaoning know?

He had too many dirty and unfortunate past events, and he couldn't take out the countertops. So he saw such a terrible look at Chu's late night, and he didn't even think of it as a ghost. Chu night Ning step by step, ink rain slowly step back, until the retreat, the back is attached to the wall.

Chu Xiaoning stopped, he looked at the burning face, a few dead, and the sound of his master's voice was so swallowed.

"What do you want me to do back? Continue to be cheated by you, be mad at you, turn around in your drums... I thought you were good at burning - I thought that my nephew could teach me that you are getting better. I thought I could teach you..."

He slowly closed his eyes, half a sigh, and whispered.

"The dead wood can't be carved."

"Master -"

"roll."

"..."

"Can't you understand the roll?!" Chu nights and squatting, the inside is cold, "Mini rain, you let me down too much. You let me know what to pretend, and then return with you. Yang?"

The ink burned heart was tight, regardless of his annoyance, grabbed his wrist under the wide sleeves, shook his head, and his eyes were wet red: "Master, don't be angry, what happened, you told me, no. Ok? If I am wrong again, I will change, okay? You don’t want to drive me away...”

Changed... At that time, the ink burned and said that it had to be changed, changed? If you don't meet Rong Ji, can you know these broken things? !

It is said that care is chaos, Chu night Ningyuan is the most calm person, but his temper is fierce, emotionally more arrogant, plus Rong Jiu and ink burned the previous relations.h.i.+p is really unbearable, Rong Jiu played like, so Suddenly, he scammed Chu Xiening into it.

Chu nightning was burned by ink and could not get out of it. Under the wrath, he raised his hand to call for heaven, but where can he call it?

His temper is crumbling, and if he is a living person, he should vomit and bleed.

Suddenly, a red light flashed from the glare, and the ink burned to the devil. He handed the ghost to the hands of Chu Yuning, and he kneels in front of the master, but the other hand is still holding the night. Wrist, for fear that he will leave at any time. Ink burning: "Master, I know myself... I have done a lot of things that make you angry and make you sad... But after coming to the ghost world, what I said to you is true."

He looked up and held his tears and looked at him: "It's all true, I didn't lie to you..."

Chu night Ning groaned with a ghost, and his heart was burning with anger, but he felt very uncomfortable. The power of holding his own ink was so big, he could not stop shaking, almost desperate, but he refused to let go. His pain seems to be so deep in his soul, how can he not feel it?

Ink burning: "If you don't want to forgive me, if you don't want to forgive me, then you can beat me, you can. If you really don't want to see me again... I feel like... I feel bad... Oh..."

He said here, he choked.

The ink burned down and squatted in front of the night.

"If the Master really doesn't want to... want me again..."

He didn't want Chu to rather see him crying, but his shoulders could not help but tremble, tears fell, dripping on the ground, silently tainted.

"I will, after that, leave the dead and alive...more... no longer appear in front of the master... but beg you...please beg you..."

He groaned, his forehead almost stuck to the muddy ground, but the hand that held the wrist of the late night, but the shackles were so tight, so stubborn, the death did not loosen.

"I beg you, don't go."

"..."

"Master respect..."

Chu nightning closed his eyes.

"You promised me, go back with me, beg you, don't go..."

The heart is painful and sour, obviously it is just a smas.h.i.+ng soul, why is it like a knife cut, the fire is burning.

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"...!" The ink burned, but I felt the fog in the clouds, and I looked up and looked at the wet eyes. "What?"

The voice has not fallen, and the ghost is already flas.h.i.+ng red, and the brush is swept down on the cheeks. In an instant, the fire splattered, and the blood was scattered, splas.h.i.+ng on the wall.

Chu nightning is really discouraged and discouraged.

This rattan whip was pumped down, but it was not saved.

The ink side of the ink burned a **** mouth, and he could not hold down the blood beads.

But he couldn't take care of the pain at all. He glared at the hand of Chu's late night, and asked with a big eye: "What good and evil Taiwan? What Qingtian Temple?... I... What have you married? What have you lied to?"

His repeated questioning made Chu late Ning more and more dizzy, trying to open him, but could not open.

The ink burned suddenly felt that something was wrong, and suddenly turned his head and looked into the warehouse -

Rong Ji’s guy, screaming at the two men in full swing, and when they couldn’t get into the second person in their eyes, they sneaked out and ran away! !

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When he was dragging Chu, he would run away from the door. He ran out without two steps. He saw a group of squadrons coming from a distance, and he still couldn’t stop talking: "On this side, the living person, with one Remnant soul...the two of them..."

The smoldering is extremely angry: "How did you kill you!"

It’s too late to explain more. The ink burned tightly on the hand of Chu’s late night, and took him through the palace wall alleys. There were more and more chasing soldiers in the back, and the gongs and whistles in the palace were heard. I glanced at it and saw four or five lights coming from one of the main alleys to one place, like a fire snake that vomited letters, and smacked them.

On the surface of Rong Jiu, there is brilliance. The body that has been weakened by the bullying in the past is trying to chase after the night and the burning of the ink. It is like a hungry wolf chasing the prey. He feels that he is doing his first job. Extremely beautiful, I actually sent out some heroic enthusiasm.

"Catch them - catch the living person who is good at ghosts!"

Halfway through, the arm was suddenly screwed. Looking back at the nine anger, but seeing the former captain who was detaining himself, could not help but feel guilty, but still angered: "Catch me what to do! Still not to catch the people in front?"

"They ran away without authorization. Don't you want to run without it?" The captain of the guard squinted and looked at him with ill will.

Rong Jiu was shocked and said: "I, I want to run for the four kings, I am the living person I found... I found that the ink is not a ghost, you don't want to catch me, so for four. The king rushed in front of him!"

The captain of the Guards was first stunned, and then he pondered over, and he laughed: "What did you find first? You have merit? Hahaha, I rob you of your credit?"

That pleasant smile is tightened.

"I think you want to be crazy in the first place! The living man is personally picked up by the four kings! Otherwise, you think that in order to stop an ordinary devil, the four kings used to seal the entire palace with enchantment? Ha, Still robbing, I see you squint, and you have to grab the four kings!"

The Rongjiu earthquake, a squat at the foot, suddenly fell to the ground.

In front of him, the squadron of the squadron rushed past, chasing the back of the ink burning and Chu Xiaoning, Rongjiu lips trembled, unable to tremble, muttered: "I have already discovered it? The ghost king has long been... I came out ?I...I am not the first one? No, no credit? I..."

The singularity of the wind and the rich scenes that seemed to greet each other seemed to crash into the ground, and they were smashed by the yin of the surrounding savage.

Rong Jiuyi for a while, suddenly mad, struggling to fight forward, his figure is weak, like a humble but unwilling to admit his life, like a mosquito moth that died.

His life has never been easy, there is only one bed, man, rich, and often come.

A small house that is not seen in the sky, the reed brain golden beast, the morning faint is difficult to distinguish, that is his life.

It’s too dark, the night never ends, he wants tomorrow, he is willing to for tomorrow, for the hope of the first line of life, to exude his dignity, body, face, goodwill, conscience... These are his only things.

In order to get the light, I only have fire.

"Wait! Wait for me! Chu Xianjun, save me -!"

"Catch him up! Debt privately, and then give it to the four kings to review!"

"No - don't!" Rong Jiu's pale, bloodless fingers clung to the ground, his hair was struggling, and a pretty face with a flowery appearance was particularly horrible under the horrible moonlight. His eyes were violent and tumultuous. Kneeling, "Don't! Chu Xianjun, save me!" He muttered hysterically for a while. "I found it first! The living person I discovered first! It is me! You can't do this to me! Without me, you are looking for it." Not both of them! You have to grab my benefits, you have to grab my credit!"

He was towed, pulled away, and the mad scream was quickly overwhelmed by the rumbling footsteps...

The author has something to say: Go out of the ghost world tomorrow~~

Regarding Rong Jiu, I will not write the end. He is on the road and no one gives him a beacon. He also lacks the opportunity to be good. Finally, he will come here, and he will be distressed by his sister. The interaction of the four ghost kings 23333

Would you like to add an EG small theater today?

Ghost Death: King! Caught a private defect! ! ! Twist you! ! !

Four ghost kings: 咕叽咕叽咕叽 (in the glutinous rice, lard soy sauce bibimbap is simple but really delicious!)

Ghost A: King, don't eat it, it will be half a month...

Four ghost kings: Hey! ! (Furious bowl) What is fat! This king is called strong! mighty! Do not understand you!

Rong Jiu: (I don't want to fly away, I want to promote the government to make a fortune QAQ)... In my opinion, the king is not strong enough, and the king is more than that? If you want to be strong and powerful, your arms are like legs and legs, this is right. Why don’t you eat more?

System Tip: Players are able to [get the correct way to shoot orange cats and four ghosts]

Today, the bib turned the dog with the meat pack to beat the dog 0.5 and the ill.u.s.tration of the master in the jellyfish flower, and the dog's dream of one person~ crab crab meat big dog (this id makes me very sad 233333), Master and the dog are both knocking beautiful~ Master is very warm and warm~~