The Husky and His White Cat Shizun Chapter 162

"Her words, I don't know how to respect the Master. I knew it as early as Taohuayuan."

In fact, I have known it in my life, but this thing can’t be told the truth with Chu. The ink burned and laughed: "When I walked on the road, I heard Mei Xuexue and the people who stepped on the snow palace and said about her. At that time, I believed that Mei Hanxue’s eyes could not be mistaken. Later, I watched it and confirmed that Ye girl would not be a man."

"Why?"

"Isn't the Master knowing that her clothes and collars are always tall? It's the kind that covers the neck. The standard is very strange. Ordinary people have one or two pieces, and she is one."

"……Did not notice."

When the ink burned, he took the empty hand and gestured at the night of Chu: "It’s almost like this."

He said, the fingertips inadvertently ran into the throat of Chu’s lateness, and the slightly raised place was very fragile. He couldn’t help but grind the shackles there. He thought that his master was so embarra.s.sed. Then the wildness is difficult to tame, but it will expose the weak place of the throat to his fingers, and it is too exciting for him to pinch.

For a moment, I forgot to go to see the road. The sword was very fast. I heard that Chu Jingning’s "Be careful!", it was too late to get the momentum, and the slash was so straight that it hit a towering giant wood. .

"Hey!"

The ink burned completely, but I remember to hold the hand of Chu Yuning tightly. He anxiously called the phrase "Late Ning", but the call was too urgent, and the sound of the broken forest in the ear was so noisy. Did not hear clearly.

Chu nightning is simply faint, Yu Jian Yu Jian, what sword! Is it not good to step on the eaves in a down-to-earth manner? It’s a must!

The two actually fell to the ground on the ground. The ink burned first and the back slammed into the woodland of the gravel. Although it was not broken, the pain was certain. But he was lying on his back, watching the starry sky flas.h.i.+ng through the branches, and suddenly he felt very happy -

Haha, fortunately, the person who fell below is him, not Chu nightning.

He couldn't help but laugh, although Chu nighting hit his chest and hit his ribs, but he couldn't help but smile. He bent his eyes, opened his mouth, and dimples deep. Full of obsessive meaning.

When Chu Ning looked up, he saw him laughing like this, and could not help but anger: "What are you laughing?! Are you stupid?"

Ink burned and took him, and put him in his arms, although it was not suitable, but this time, he just wanted to raise his hand to touch the night hair of Chu.

He thought so, and he really did.

Chu night Ning said right, he probably is really stupid.

"Master respect..."

He glared at the late night's hair, and the night seemed to give him a key. The box that banned the private **** desire was opened. The relatives in his words could no longer be controlled and flooded.

This voice is too irritating, and it is so tired that the night of the night is a stiff, and the heart is fl.u.s.tered. He rushes to pick up his own awesome majesty: "What to call? Royal sword can also fall, good ability."

The ink burned and sighed softly. Finally, he touched his hair and cleared his throat and smiled: "The teacher blames it, please ask the teacher to get up from me."

Although he thought in his heart, please ask Master to lie in my arms for a while.

But this kind of words is obviously not exportable.

Chu night Ning black face, and rose to the ground, and the ink burned along.

"How?" He asked hard, "Where is it hurt?"

"Nothing." The ink burned. "I have a thick skin and I can stand it."

When Chu Ning just wanted to say something, he suddenly found a snoring flower on the head of the ink. It was estimated that it was knocked down when it fell. It happened to fall on his top, and he could not help but squint: "Your Head..."

"Is there any injury?"

The ink burned his hand and touched it, but it was good.

"No, it blossoms."

Chu, Ning Xin, took the flower and handed it to him with no expression. The ink burns a little embarra.s.sed, and it is quite subtle and squatting on the back of the head, and the smile is even brighter.

"..." Chu Yuening turned his head and coughed. "If it's okay, go ahead."

Ink burning said: "御-"

"Not royal." Chu night Ning suddenly looked back, glare, "light work!"

"...light work will be lighter." The ink burned and waved, reluctantly took the epee back to the shackles.

However, the deeper the forest, the denser the trees, the speed of the sword is actually not as fast as the light, and the night of the night is good, and the water is swept away.

The cool breeze hits the face, and the ink can't stand the stirring heart.

Chu Xiaoning’s voice suddenly came from the front, and his tone was very dull. He asked very carelessly: “Song Qiutong’s leg is awkward, how can you know?”

The ink burned a glimpse, and it was too late to prevent it. The "砰" sounded, and the master of the genre Hehe Mo once again slammed into the pine tree.

Chu nightning: "... Are you blind at night?"

"Oh, no." Ink ignited, "Sorry, I have a snack today."

Chu nightning slightly frowning, then seemed to think of something, furious: "Song Qiu Tong's squat on the leg makes you not think about it? The person who cultivates the Tao is the most important, and you are so eager to see the beauty." What are you still doing?"

The ink burned for a while, but I thought that Chu Yuning said that it was very reasonable. However, Chu Yuning made a mistake. The beauty of his greed is not Song Qiutong, but the temper in front of him is like a snow leopard. Angry man.

He sighed and looked at Chu's eyebrows very softly: "Master, I don't like the look of Song girl. You think too much. There is a mole on her leg, that is the person I used to listen to Xuanyuan Pavilion. Said, not by the eyes, the master should not be angry."

"What kind of gasiness do I have?... Well, I ask you, since Ye Yexi is a woman, how did the cinnabar in Song Qiutong’s hands fail? This should not be a coincidence."

"It is no coincidence that Master respects still remember, I gave Song Qiutong a string of bracelets before?"

"Ok."

"There is a technique on the chain, which is what I created." The ink burned. "It took four days to create a bad one, but within a short time, as long as Song Qiutong wears the chain, it can cover it. The cinnabar that she fell on the hand of the cold scale."

"........." Chu nightning does not speak, but the look is not good.

He felt that there was something burning in him.

The burning of the ink has changed a lot in the past years, and I have learned the temperament of my own 70% of my nosy, but the so-called idle things, that is, the road is not fair, and I help each other. This is a lot of trouble, even when it is too much to create a small spell to expose someone's true face and prevent her from marrying the Confucianism.

Unless Song Qiutong and the ink burn have a big holiday, or if the leaf forgets and the ink burns, then this guy should not do this.

In this silence, the ink burned, and he also felt the mood of Chu Yuning.

He flew over the distance behind the night in Chu, and said: "Master."

"How." Chu night is faint.

Natural things can't be said in the past, but the ink does not want to be uncomfortable in Chu Xinning's heart. When he thinks about it, he decides to tell half of his heart the true feelings of Chu Zhongning: "Master, Yeh, she is a A particularly good person, she spent a lot of money at Xuanyuan Pavilion, and saved a woman she had never met. You know this too."

"Ok."

"But the leaves forget the Nangong Temple, and the Master is not worth it?"

"... okay, I can see it tonight."

"It’s good to see the teacher. I know the true ident.i.ty of Ye girl, so I always understand her heart. Besides Song Qiutong, she didn’t know that Ye was a woman, so she just feared her. However, there is no mourning. But if she is married to Nangong Temple, then the Confucianism will not necessarily keep this secret for her. With the heart of Song Qiutong, she must regard the woman who likes Nangong as the eye."

When the ink burned, he thought of the past life. Song Qiutong felt his private love with Chu and Ning, and hated it in his heart. He even took advantage of himself to be in the palace and unplugged ten nails from the night.

What would a woman like this fall into her hands? The answer is self-evident.

The evils that Song Qiutong did were the same as nail-nailing. It would not be too sensational enough to hide her behind other people’s evil deeds, enough for her to linger in the bad habits of others.

This world, like doing good and doing evil, is the sky that falls down high, and the most kind people, such as Chu, are pushed out by the hands of a pair of weak people. First kill the most vicious people, such as stepping on the immortal, the world is altogether, and thousands of people kill.

However, if it weren't for the pile of little evils piled up, the torrents of the years, if not one of the wicked people who were not sinister and wicked, slashed a knife and a scar on the burning body.

Then, in this world, will it really breed the rain of the immortal monarch?

Chu night Ningdao: "Do you have to be afraid of getting angry?"

Mo-burn also knows that this time his own sharp edge is too strong.

However, Ye Forgetting is the blood of his past life. In this life, even if the Confucianism, the glory and the rise and fall of the Confucianism are not related to him, he also owes a leaf to a human life, so even if it is outrageous, even if it is doubtful, he will go without hesitation. Did it.

Not only is he late at night, he wants someone who has been treated badly in his previous life to have a better life. He still hopes that he can make atonement.

"I am afraid of it," said the ink. "But I know the truth and always want to be safe."

Although Chu Evening still feels that this is too aggressive, but listening to him, he did not think much more. It happened that at this time, a strong sweet smell came from the wind, and it was still with him. There is some kind of strong spiritual flow that suddenly comes up in front.

Not yet, the reaction of the late night, the ink burned has changed color, he whispered: "Not good. Is the chess game!"

"In that direction."

In the thick night, the hurricane filled the wind, and the ghosts in the sky had climbed out of the ghosts. The ground raised five towers of skylights, which were the five roads of Jinmushui, which was exactly the same as the color of the town.

Chu night Ning eyes cold and said: "It is him."

The ink burns naturally knows who he is talking about, Jin Chengchi, Taohuayuan, Caidie Town... Five times to stop, and now come back, is the person who has been behind the scenes, the fake hook Chen!

However, there is a vague feeling in the burning heart. This time, the chess game is completely different from the previous ones. There is no disguise, no disguise... That person seems to feel that winning the prize is in the grip.

The birds in the forest were startled, fluttering and fluttering. The ink burned and rushed, and Chu Yuning rushed to the sky.

Closer, seeing the fascination in the cracks, the ink burned and said: "Infernal h.e.l.l..."

This time, as in the case of Choi Die Town five years ago, it is still h.e.l.l!

The ink burned almost eagerly looked back, grabbing the arm of Chu Yuning: "Master, don't go over!"

"...don't talk silly."

Inkburn also knows that this is a stupid thing, but he has seen two lives in his life, and the consequences of the two days are like a nightmare. Now, seeing this for the third time, how can he not Worried?

But "you don't want to go", what is the use?

A person's heart is extremely difficult to change. The person like Chu Xiening, even if he gives him the opportunity to choose thousands of times, he will not turn around in the face of the disaster, so he looks at Chu Ningning. I don't know what to say.

Chu night Ning looked at him and said: "Rea.s.sured, I will act cautiously."

After the words, raised his hand and called out the sky to ask, the golden Huaguang swayed between his slenderness, and the fire spattered.

The ink burned tightly on the eyes of Chu Yuning, and finally sighed, and also a glaring brilliance in his hands. He was smashed out of the air, holding his fingertips at the fingertips, and the flaming red glow and the golden light of the heavens reflected each other. When the weapons are seen in the world, they are all stable and strong, and they are irresistible.

"... well, I know, I don't advise you. What the Master wants to do, I am with you."

The light of the spirits is reflected in their eyes, the fiery red is burning with gold, and the gold is smudged with red.

"I am with Master."

Chu Xiu Ning looked at the appearance of fighting with his own, and felt that it was warm and incompetent. There were too many emotions in the eyes of the ink, and some seemed to be no longer a teacher or a man, but he did not Dare to determine what the extra feelings are.

So he raised his hand and poked his ink on his forehead and said, "No reward."

The ink burned for a moment, and when Chu Ning’s hand was pulled down and held in the palm of his hand, he tried his best to restrain himself from getting to his lips. He smiled and said: “Well, there is no, let’s go.”

The martial arts of the G.o.ds is like the shadow of the night, and the golden red gradually rises to the core of the hinterland of the hunting jungle.

Ganquan Lake.

Chu nightning and ink burning rescued, hiding in the orange grove, looking over there. The spiritual stream that feeds the lake is cut off. In the harsh cold night, the lake has a thick layer of ice, surrounded by four formations, each with a sleek weapon.

Chu Xiaoning whispered: "Four martial arts with different attributes?"

The smoldering was a glimpse first, and then the following: "The martial law was stolen in the past five years, and it really was related to him..."

"But when he was in the town of Choi b.u.t.terfly, he used to be a living heart. How did he suddenly change his position?"

What is the name of the ink burning, but the mouth is stopped by the night of Chu: "Beep, look over there."

Followed by his gaze, the smoldering saw a group of Confucianist Guards walking slowly in the distance to the lake, and the young monks who had been hunting in the jungle were also among them. Their chests were drawn from a steady stream. The flow, toward the different attributes of the martial arts gathered together, these powerful pure spiritual power to let the light of the martial arts continue to enhance, the light straight through the Han, and then in the night sky to open a huge crack, the mouth of **** is crazy The ground bite open.

The ink burned his eyes: "What are they doing?"

"It seems that these guards have lost their senses, and it seems to have been manipulated by the Zhenqi chess game." Chu night Ning's eyebrows are tight, his face is full of gaze, his eyes glanced in the crowd, suddenly stopped. His face suddenly became pale, and it was an uncharacteristic, holding his inky shoulders tightly and his fingers trembled.

"..."

"What's wrong?" The ink burned and turned. After a while, he saw a familiar figure walking in the crowd and said: "Xue Meng?!!"