The Husky and His White Cat Shizun Chapter 16

This really can't blame the burning of animals, who is in such a claustrophobic s.p.a.ce, and a person who has been in bed with countless times, whether it is true or false, whether it is revenge or out I like it, I smell the familiar taste of the other person, and I can’t help but think about it.

What's more, ink burning itself is a confusing thing.

The teacher is his white moonlight, he is absolutely unbearable to touch, not willing to destroy.

He will be ruined by the late night, only to the late night, all his darkness, beasts, desires, and violent anger in the bones can be vented unscrupulously.

The person was crushed and torn under him, forcing him to play all the tricks he would never play on the teacher.

In the past life, every time I saw Chu night, I looked up at my neck and my throat was rolling. He felt that he was going to be mourned into a beast that only knew that he was drinking blood. He had to bite the man’s throat, grind his teeth, and chew. Rotten flesh.

He didn't feel bad about the night, he could destroy the family.

At the end of the ruin, the body has developed a habit. As long as you smell the smell of Chu Ning, the fire in your belly, the heart is itchy, you want to tie this person to the bed.

The coffin is quiet for a while, and you can hear the heartbeat of a slightly burnt heart.

He knows that Chu’s face is very close, and he can feel the other’s breathing. At this time, if he bites it, Chu Ning will certainly not be able to get rid of it, but...

forget it.

The ink burned back and leaned back, and opened away from the night. This is really not easy, because there is really not much s.p.a.ce in the coffin.

"Sorry, Master." The ink burned haha ​​and pretended to be a grandson. "I didn't expect this coffin to be - shaking!"

As soon as the voice fell, the coffin was again oblique. The ink burned and rolled to the night of Ning Huai.

Chu nightning: "........."

The ink burned back, the coffin shook again, and it was repeated several times.

"My mother is still not convinced." The ink burned back.

The golden boy and the girl were probably on a slope, and the coffin did not slip in the wall. They did not persist for too long, and the ink burned and reluctantly rolled to the front of the night.

"Master..." biting his lip and grievous.

This guy had grown up to be a little cute, and he had to hide his wolf tail with a dog scorpion. In fact, it was still very similar.

Chu night Ning did not say anything.

The ink burned really didn't want to roll back, so I simply gave up the struggle: "I didn't mean it."

Chu nightning: "..."

The ink burned and whispered: "But the wound on the back hurts badly..."

In the darkness, Chu nightning seems to be a slight sigh, the outside gongs and drums are a bit noisy, and the ink is not sure if he really hears.

But in the next moment, the smoldering smelled a clearer sea scent, and Chu’s hand was behind him, blocking the gap he might suddenly slam.

Although it is not a hug, Chu Xi Ning's arm is empty, deliberately avoiding contact with the burning body, only the clothing and the ink burned together, but this position is somewhat intimate.

"Be careful, don't b.u.mp again." The sound is heavy, like the porcelain soaked in the stream, there is a kind of dignified dignity, without hate to listen, it is actually very good.

"……Ok."

Suddenly no one spoke again.

At this time, the smoldering is still a young boy who is squatting. It is not like the height of an adult. Therefore, he leans on the night of Ning Huai, and his forehead is just right to Chu’s chin.

This feeling is very familiar and strange.

Familiar with this person lying around.

The strange thing is that it is such a posture.

Once upon a time, the past and the past are all in the Wushan Temple where he was lying in the dead, and he has become a lonely and lonely monk. In the long, breathless darkness, he is holding the night of the night.

At that time, he was already taller than Chu, and his strength was greater than that of the master. His arm was like a steel tongs, which was like a cage. He locked the remaining warmth in his arms, like holding the last fire in the world.

He bowed his head and kissed the late-haired long hair of Chu, and then greedily attached his face, buried deep in the other's neck, biting and groaning without pity.

"I hate you, Chu nightning. I hate you."

There is some hoa.r.s.eness in the voice.

"But I only have you left."

A fierce violent collision shattered the memories of the ink, and the drums suddenly stopped, and the four wilds were dead.

"Master respect..."

Chu Xiaoning reached out and put his lips on his lips. Shen Sheng said: "Don't talk, we are here."

The outside did not know the footsteps of Sosuo, and the four fields were dead.

Chu night, the tip of the fingertips ignited a cl.u.s.ter of pale golden fire, and made a stroke on the wall of the coffin, and made a narrow hole, just enough for two people to see from the mouth.

They were indeed carried to the suburbs of Choi b.u.t.terfly. The front of the temple where the ghosts and ceremonies were enshrined was filled with dense burial plaques. The fragrant flowers in the air were getting thicker and thicker, and they flowed into the coffin through the pores. .

The ink burned suddenly felt a bit wrong: "Master, do you think that the fragrance here, as well as the fragrance in the fantasy, seems to be a little different from the taste in Chen Gongzi's coffin?"

"……How to say?"

The smoldering is more sensitive to the breath. He said: "Before we were in Beishan, the coffin was blown out for a moment and the smell was very good. There was no place that made me uncomfortable. It should be that Baidiexiang powder is correct. However, since I entered the illusion, I always felt that the taste was similar, but there were some subtle differences, but I couldn’t figure out what was different, but now... I think I probably know."

Chu night Ning side looked at him and looked at him: "You don't like this taste?"

The ink burned against the gap, still staring at the outside, and then said: "Well. I didn't like smelling incense when I was young. Here, there is the smell in the fantasy. It is not a b.u.t.terfly, but a person from the town of Choi. Come here for the special high-scented scent of the ghost ceremonies. Look there -"

Chu night Ning followed his eyes and looked at the past. In the clay pottery in front of the temple, it was burning three vertical fragrant incense sticks, and it was faintly moving in the wind with a sweet smell.

The people in Caidie Town are good at making all kinds of spices with flowers. Therefore, the fragrances that G.o.d uses for Buddhas are also made in the town, and they are not bought outside. Because the flowers used in the suburbs are used, the taste of the foreigners is not so big.

Chu Yuening contemplatively said: "Isn't the scent in Chen Gongzi's coffin have nothing to do with the taste in the fantasy?"

He was too late to clear the details of this new discovery, and the glare of the sudden appearance in the temple of the earth interrupted his thoughts. The two people hiding in the coffin looked at each other and saw the l.u.s.ter in the temple, reflecting the surrounding scene. On the edge of the temple is a row of iron shelves with red lotus lights for wis.h.i.+ng. The lotus lights were originally extinguished, but they all lit up at this time.

The boys and girls who are guarded by each of the funeral squats squatted and screamed: "The ceremonial maiden is under the guise, pointing me out and waiting for the ghosts and souls to get rid of the sufferings, to meet the good people, to lie on the same side, and to be accompanied by Huang Quan."

In a loud sound, the ghost priest in the temple smashed out the golden fairy light, and then she lowered her eyelids and slowly moved her mouth to the corner.

The movements are quite handsome and the manners are elegant.

Unfortunately, the body is made of clay, too heavy, the girl's family, a slamming sound, hard to live on the ground and smashed a big pit.

Ink burning: "Hey."

Chu nightning: "..."

Ghost master also seems to be quite dissatisfied with his own feet. She stared at the big pit on the ground and looked at it for a while before she took out the pit and arranged the dress.

She squatted up to be a woman with a strong makeup, wearing red and green, quite happy. In the dark night, it turned his neck and went to the burial of the hundred people. The night wind was filled with the stench of the corpse. She seemed to be in a better mood. She slowly opened her arms and smiled. sound.

"I am waiting for me to be enshrined in me, to be able to meet the good fortune, to complete the lifelong events that have not been born before." The young voice was scattered in the night, and the ghosts began to look up excitedly.

"The ceremonial G.o.ddess bless -"

"Please ask the emperor to give a marriage -"

One after another, this is a pleading. The ghost ceremonies seem to be very enjoyable. They slowly shuttle through the rows of burial plaques, and the long red nails of bright red lacquer are sc.r.a.ped across the coffin board to make a sharp and sharp sound.

Ink burned curiously: "Master, I remember you said, demon ghosts, devils, each of the six worlds, but this immortal is not high for nine days, how can it be against the ghosts of the underground?"

"Because it is a marriage, the main thing is to eat the ghosts." Chu said, "Ghosts can make her skill increase, otherwise it will not be a fairy in a short period of 100 years. There is such a benefit, she I am willing to work with the 'friends' of the Cao Cao government."

The ghost ceremonies walked around the hustle and bustle, and returned to the front. The voice of the empty and quiet voice rang again: "Open a coffin and give a marriage. Starting from the left."

With its order, the first coffin on the left slowly opened, and the golden boy and the girl were welcoming, and the two bodies inside climbed out swayingly. The gorgeous flaming kimono lining the face of the dead became paler. **** off.

The pair of married couples slowly came to the ghost ceremonies and squatted down.

Ghost master put his hand between them and said: "I am the name of the ceremonies, and I am married to the marriage. From then on, it is a couple, and men and women are matched."

The ink burns and turns white eyes: "Don't make a poem, don't do it. Just a vow to marry, how to listen to such a s.l.u.tty."

Chu night Ning cold and cold road: "You are thinking."

The ink burned shut up.

It didn't take long for the ghost ceremonies to prove that it was not ink, but the **** who was in charge of marriage was the true one.

I saw that the pair of corpses that had been given marriage seemed to have swallowed the spring medicine. It was already two dead ghosts, but suddenly began to tear the other's clothes, and they were madly kissed together, so they were so shameless in public. The ground is entangled.

Chu nightning: "..............."

Ink burning: "..............."

"I am the name of the ceremonies, and I am willing to be happy. Yin and Yang can be handed over and combined, and life and death can be!"

The shouts of ghost ceremonies are getting sharper and more and more expensive.

The movements of the two bodies were more and more exaggerated. After the male corpse got rid of the clothes, it was actually a wrath, and the spirit was paralyzed, and there was no difference between them and the living.

The smoldering was shocked: "...this...f.u.c.king...also?"

The author has something to say: Thank you for wanting to drink the grenade of the little angel who loves to tea, and send a ceremonial maiden brand rejuvenation pill to each child who reads the text, while watching and screaming, stunned, hahaha