The Husky and His White Cat Shizun Chapter 266

There is a secluded path in the back of Lushan Mountain, which is covered by overlapping vines. From this path, it is the Qingtan Palace used by the Nangong family to wors.h.i.+p during the ancestors. The palace is not big, but the arc of the corridor is changing, and there is a dragon blood flower that glows in the night. In this time, the flowering period has pa.s.sed, only a few cl.u.s.ters are still blooming, as seen from afar. The stars are broken and embellished with the night sky.

The teacher went to the depths of the flowers and there was a hot spring there. He took off his robes, and his white toes stepped on the sh.o.r.e, looking down at himself in the pool.

The hot spring pool is very hot, but his eyes are very cold.

He reached out and slowly stroked his heart -

There was a big bang in the past because of the ban, but now he no longer needs to worry, everything is going according to plan, everything will be fine.

He stepped into the spring water, and the hot springs of Lushan mixed with the dragon's breath, and it was very comfortable to soak. The teacher leaned against the pool and squinted.

Suddenly, there was a noise from the distance. The teacher did not blink, only faintly said: "Who is it?"

Nangong Liu was drilled out of the bushes, and there was a dragon blood flower in the hair.

He saw the teacher and smiled very happy: "My brother is taking a shower? Is there a place where I can help?"

The teacher said: "No."

Nangong Liu will scratch his head: "That, then I am not standing here, I will go first. Otherwise you are naked, I am wearing clothes, you are good."

In the transpiration of water, the teacher smiled a little, his face became more and more transparent under the moist water of the spring, just like the thin ice of the early winter of the Yangtze River, it was both crystal and fragile, and it was cold and cold.

He opened a pair of peach blossoms and looked at Nangong Liu with a smile: "How can I lose?"

Nangong Liu is very straight: "Because you look good."

"Oh... you are a child's family, do you know beauty and ugliness?"

Nangong Liu is a little angry: "I am five years old, not a child."

The teacher is like an interest, the deeper the smile: "Well, then the brother is wrong. Come, my brother asks you. I and step fairy, which one do you prefer?"

"Of course, my brother is a friend." Nangong Liu did not think about it. "Who is Stepping Xianjun? I don't recognize him."

"That's another way to say it." The teacher shouted. "I and that ink burn... do you remember? He greeted you."

Nangong Liu took a finger and thought for a moment, nodded.

"I and he, who do you like better? Don't choose because you are not familiar with you. I really want to ask you the beauty and ugliness in your eyes."

This time, Nangong Liu did not answer immediately. He looked at his head and thought for a while, and said: "I still prefer my best friend."

The teacher is like being pleased: "Oh? You talk about it, where is he bad?"

"...I can't say it."

"Then why do you like me more?"

Nangong Liu actually appeared to be somewhat wronged: "I don't know... I think it's good to look good."

The teacher sighed thoughtfully for a while, then walked out from the depths of the hot springs, to the shallower water, the hands folded over the pool, revealing the soft back of the curvature, smiled: "You come over." Said, the south of the palace Liu recruited the hands of the wet, until the Nangong Liu approached, the teacher squatted from the depths of the hot springs straight up.

"Oh--"

The teacher said with a smile: "What are you calling? All men, what is it so shy?"

Nangong Liu’s hand smeared his eyes and muttered: “It’s not shy, you get the water in my eyes.”

The teacher did not care about his eyes and eyes. He pulled the wrist of Nangong Liu and forced the other to look directly at himself. Then the scars on the chest were so thoroughly bottomed out under the eyes of Nangong Liuyan.

"Look at this. Are you afraid?"

The mouth was sore and furious, and there was a pus out. Nangong Liu only glanced at him and turned his head away in disgust. He was a childish saying and said, "It’s so disgusting."

The teacher smiled and didn't change, but his eyes were a little cold: "Do you still think I look good now?"

"..." Nan Gongliu tried hard to break his restraint, but the strength of the division was too great. He tried nothing to use. Finally, he had a layer of water vapor in his eyes. Some were afraid and some were shrinking. "You, you let me go. I don't like it."

"h.e.l.lo, look good."

"I don't want - hey!"

The slamming sound was so loud that it was too hard, so the teacher smashed the hand bones of Nangong Liu to the dislocation. The flas.h.i.+ng light in his eyes can't be said to be annoyed or unwilling, almost paranoid: "I didn't say that I looked good? Just how, a little hurt, it turned from beauty to ugly?"

"No..."

"Is it true that if the beauty is a little embarra.s.sed, it will be disgusted?" The teacher approached him. "In the past, it will become an annoyance. In the past, it will become a stab in the throat."

Nangong Liu finally couldn't help but wowed and burst into tears: "I don't understand, I don't understand! You let me go, I don't want to stay here."

His arguing made the teacher's mood a bit more dim and darker. He seemed to have black clouds in his eyes, and suddenly raised his hand. A slap fan was on the cheek of Nangong.

He finally loosened Nangong Liu, cold and cold: "Waste things, roll it."

Waiting for Nangong Liu to cry away, s.h.i.+s.h.i.+ re-sneaked back to the depths of the hot springs. The surroundings are still beautiful, the dragon blood is fragrant, the air is filled with light fragrance, but his first joy disappears, his heart is only angry, endless anger.

He hammered the surface of the water, splashed and returned to calm.

Dissipated, re-examine the reflection that is still gentle, but the chest is festering.

In the anger of the teacher, there was a sudden sorrow and weakness. He leaned back to the pool, and the eyelashes lifted up and looked at the sky.

"People will change."

He muttered.

Just as the seeds will germinate, the buds will turn green, the flowers will bloom in the green leaves, the flowers will fade, and the flowers will be crushed into mud.

Time can't be seen, but everyone is being quietly washed by it. Someone is sharpened and mined, and some people are worn away.

"It will all change..."

He tiredly took the water and wiped his face.

I will know about his own past life and this life, but in which step does he start to go astray and never look back?

After bathing and changing clothes, the teacher smashed the black hair of the black hair, and returned to the Shushan secret room from the path of the fragrant and fragrant. Standing at the door for a while, reaching for the door.

At this time, the night was deep, and the lights in the secret room were almost extinguished. Only one bean was left alone, burning after Luo.

The teacher sneaked into the room without any sound, but only brought the unique scent of the scent of the scent after bathing. It is this scent that alarmed the man lying in the depths of the bed.

Stepping on the sound of snoring and hoa.r.s.eness: "Who?"

The teacher yelled: "...I."

Silence in the account, the sound of the clothes in the roll, the sound of the clothes screaming, stepping on the fairy sneer: "... the master is really elegant. Deep in the middle of the night, come to the bed to listen to the corner? ... You are not hot?"

s.h.i.+ Yan’s face is cooler: “You can just stop. If you kill him, no one has to play.”

Stepping on the sound of the singer is lazy, and there is a lack of sorrow in the low: "The master can rest a.s.sured that there is nothing abnormal in the bed. It is always only pragmatic, for the leisurely skin, the snake, the tying There is no interest in playing guessing in the eyes. I can't kill anyone."

"..."

I am free to grind my lips, take a snake, and tie my eyes to play guessing puzzles - even if my heart is big, I know who he is talking about.

In the heart of the sorcerer's heart, the anger and smoldering, the squatting of the scorpion, and the smas.h.i.+ng of the scorpion, as if the swords touched each other, the fireworks splashed, and the face of the teacher's net feminine face on the handsome face of Xianjun.

"You -!" The words have not finished, he slammed.

He had thought that stepping Xianjun and Chu nightning would not reunite for a long time, and would inevitably be hungry and thirsty.

But after the curtain was opened, the situation in front of him actually surprised him.

He saw that Chu was rather sleepy and his cheeks were hot and red, and he was burning. The stepping fairy is slightly open, revealing a large piece of smooth and well-proportioned chest, holding the person in his arms, sinking his face, but the big hand touches the hair of the pregnant person. A pair of disguised and absolutely impossible to let go.

The teacher said: "...What are you doing?"

Stepping on the face of Xian Xianjun: "What can you do with this seat?"

"..."

Why should you care about a dead person?

The teacher closed his eyes and forced himself to press his anger, but the small flame at the chest was so hot that he couldn’t extinguish it for a moment. He couldn’t help but sneer and sigh: "I don’t think it’s so big. The age, sleep, but also the master to accompany. I think if this is not because of fear of black, then probably want to worry with Master."

I have to say that the teacher’s sentence is very effective. Stepping Xianjun immediately squints dangerously. He subconsciously wants to raise his hand and push the night of the coma, or simply push it to the bed, so it looks like It will be very powerful.

However, when he saw the teacher approaching, what he did last was to hold the man in his arms tighter, and the wide sleeves of his sleeves waved to cover the face of Chu.

After doing this, stepping on the fairy will lift his eyes: "What is this, what to do with you."

The teacher gnawed his teeth: "There is a degree in the back, and you don't want to think who made you?"

"The cold scale sage hand has a mouth to close the mouth and only have such a sentence to coerce the seat." Teng Xianjun cold and cold, "it is really a big success."

"you--!"

After the sergeant was smashed by him, he was still intolerable. He raised his hand violently, and he took some spiritual power before he slammed the prince.

"The soul gathers."

The curse was p.r.o.nounced from the shape of the lips and teeth, but the eyes of the stepping fairy were still hard and persistent for a long time. For a long time, I felt that the man was about to completely get rid of his own restraint.

His forehead pulled out the fine sweat, and stepped on the immortal gel. At the end, he exhausted almost all the spiritual power. He sipped: "The soul gathers!!"

This time, the body shape of the stepping fairy was slightly shocked, and then the gaze finally broke.

The teacher took away the spiritual power, took a breath, and licked the painful chest, and his eyes were dizzy.

Because of his physical reasons, the spiritual core and spiritual power are inferior, and even if he is diligent and hardworking, he cannot stand shoulder to shoulder with others. Usually, the medication is very powerful, but once it involves the need of spiritual power, his body can not support at all.

The teacher closed his eyes and slowed down for a while before revisiting the step to Xianjun: "I will ask you again, what have you been doing?"

Because □ □ / control, so step by step, there is no emotion to say: "He has a fever, chills."

"……So?"

There is only one glimpse of the past life, and the occa.s.sion of the corpse is faintly said: "With this seat, he will be warmer."

"..."

The teacher stared at Teng Xianjun for a long time.

"Warm?" His pale lips moved, and he laughed out loudly. Although there was no smile in the eyes of the peach blossoms, "Is it burned, are you crazy? You touch the temperature on your own body - you count What? You are as cold as ice and you are already dead. You have no heart and no body temperature. You are even cold, you want to warm him?"

It seems that there is a bit of pain in the black scorpion of the stepping fairy, but the pain is fleeting. He is a dead body after all.

The teacher said: "Get up."

Stepping on the fairy tale did not immediately get up, his black eyebrows tightened, seeming to struggle between his will and the control of the teacher.

"You give me up!"

The order is stronger, and in such a fierce tone, Stephen is finally obedient.

He slowly got up from the bed, his robes were still open, and Chu’s body temperature stayed in his chest that had never been ups and downs.

The teacher yelled and said: "Go out."

Stepping on the fairy, he walked a few steps slowly, and suddenly stopped again, whispered: "Yes."

"……what?"

Stepping on the immortal wood, repeating: "Yes."

The teacher did not react for a moment and asked: "What?"

"Temperature." The man raised his hand slowly, stroked his chest, and stroked the temperature left by him. "Here, it is hot."

The teacher seems to be stabbed by the tip of the needle, and there is nothing more annoying than the palm of his hand. He shouted: "You get out of me."

Stepping on Xianjun took another two steps, but this time it was really just two steps, and his look was bitter.

"No..." He held his head, and the roots of the meridians and the roots of the palms were violently trembled, and the whole body was shaking and s.h.i.+vering. The throat made a deep gasp. "This seat... is unwilling... How can you do this... So..."

He is close to his eyes, his will is strong or weak, and his memory is far or near. He is struggling, tangled, a few ups and downs, and two torments.

"...by...you...put it...!!"

The whisper suddenly stopped, and the shudder stopped.

The teacher snorted and slammed his heart--Tianxianjun gave him a strong force when he broke free from the clamp. He almost took a step back. Then, he saw that Xi Xianjun blinked his eyes, and the blood was fierce and foggy.

"..."

The eagle-like black scorpion, there is no confusion, and it reflects a cold face.

The teacher’s face was pale and slowly said: “You are recovering faster and faster.”

Stepping on the singer did not make a sound, and the bottom of his eyes plucked the brilliance of the snow. He gasped slightly and raised his hand to call for no return.

The teacher slightly lifted his chin and his eyes moved up the handle and fell to the face of the ink-burning tiger-like leopard: "How, angry? Want to kill me?"

The dark and dull blade is lifted up, and the blink of an eye has been hung between the white neck of the teacher. The force is extremely strong, and even the flesh is broken, and the fine blood is taken out.

The teacher did not retreat, sneer: "The emperor is squatting, you can now move, relying on my spiritual power to maintain, if you kill me, you must die. You will not understand this."

"..."

s.h.i.+s.h.i.+ continued: "On strength, I really can't beat you. But you think about it yourself, you want to die, or want to continue to live in this world."

Stepping Xianjun’s hand is extremely stable and there is no shaking.

But after a while, but slammed back and took back, don't go too far.

When the teacher saw him picking up the knife, he raised his hand and slowly touched the blood mark between the neck, and then said: "Fortunately, you are not too stupid."

"..."

"Don't stop yelling and killing in the future. In fact, our relations.h.i.+p is very clear to you." The teacher looked at the fairy. "You are like a rusted knife. I want to restore you to It used to be as good as it used to be. Continue to be my blade. And you, I am afraid that after I intend to recover, I will completely get rid of my control and ask for my head."

Stepping on the black eye of the stepping king, turning sideways, staring at him coldly.

"In these years, you continue to do things for me in another red dust. The gap between life and death is very narrow and difficult to pa.s.s. Usually I use a letter pigeon to pa.s.s on books to you. But we occasionally use locusts to communicate with each other. I want to connect with my heart. So of course I know what you think, you don't have to be surprised."

Stepping Xianjun finally opened his mouth and said coldly: "It’s not far from seeing you. Whose eyes have you seen this seat?"

"..." The teacher licked his lips and his face was more heavy. Then he said, "Okay. Since you know the pros and cons of things, you should be more tolerant of that time. Let's work together, and wait until the day when you're done. Whether you can kill me or I will get an invincible weapon."

Step on the fairy road: "wait and see."

The teacher was trying to say something more. Suddenly, Chu Yuning on the bed gave a slight suffocation. It’s just that this is like a slap in the blink of an eye, but the two men who are screaming at the sword are turning their heads.

"Late Ning?"

"Master -"

"..." In the past, the brothers and sisters looked at each other and stepped on the fairy. After a while, his eyes turned, from the teacher's body, to the unsettled Chu Xinning.

After a while, he said in a tone that he didn't care very much: "This person has been feverish for many days. How can he not be good? If he goes on like this, will he..."

If the words are broken, there will be no more talks. This murderous stepping emperor will stop when he speaks a certain word. His long eyelashes moved and closed his eyes.

It doesn't matter if the teacher is down: "What do you want to ask? Would you like to ask if he will die?"

I don't know if it is an illusion. Stepping on Xianjun's original pale face is more and more unmanned. He licked his lips and seemed to hate the word "death" and said in a concise manner: "Will?"

"Of course I can't die. You are too small to see the Beidou Xianzun. But you are still very embarra.s.sed to ask me?" s.h.i.+ Yan raised his eyebrows. "Who is he because of fever? Not because you are like a wolf." ruthless."

Stepping on the face of Shen Xianjun is even worse. It is stinking to the extreme. He is sullen: "He is not me, don't confuse me with that waste."

Listening to him, the teacher stared at him and looked back and forth. He said: "Challenging, I also think he is a waste. You are also very clear, I have tried my best to tear a huge time and s.p.a.ce in this time and s.p.a.ce. You come over, so that the waste disappears and you are re-entered."

"Your Majesty." He suddenly had a taste of play, so called "Tian Xianjun," "The last thing is that our goal can be achieved. You actually want the complete strength, you have to surrender the spirit core, right? ?"

"..."

The sergeant is like a snake hunting, and the silky spit is scary, seduce and tempted.

He saw the desire to step on the eyes of Xianjun.

So he smiled and smiled, and he was bound to get it.

"If you want to restore all your strength, then be obedient." His teeth are sterilized and stunned. "You obey, we can do things."

Stepping on the fairy, he was silent for a moment, and said: "Don't talk about this first."

Then he pointed to the late night, "Talk about this."

"He, he is the soul fusion and the body is too much stimulation." The teacher said faintly, "There is nothing to talk about. But if you really want him to be more comfortable, it is better to go out first."

Stepping on the eyes of Xianxian is immediately vigilant: "What do you want to do?"

The teacher looked like a smile: "Take him a cure."

"This seat is also here."

"That can't be done." s.h.i.+ Yan said, "The cold scales of the holy hand to save people, will not be seen by others."

"..."

Seeing that Xi Xianjun still has no intention to go, the teacher said: "You can not go. Then I go out, you stay. Anyway, you have the ability to do the heavens, you can certainly take care of him."

Listening to the teacher, this way, it’s even more ugly to step on Xianjun’s face.

He is fierce and fierce, and the most unsuitable is the healing technique. There are so many people in the previous palaces, and there is no shortage of medical officers, so he has never learned it carefully.

The teacher regained his calmness and smiled at him.

It was obvious that Teng Xianjun was disgusted by his smile. He suddenly turned his head and the silver teeth bite. He was not willing to see the teacher again.

After a while, he said: "... OK. This seat goes out, you give him a cure." Suddenly, and fiercely, "but this seat is at the door, if you dare..."

His words have not been finished yet, and the coldness on the face can almost kill people.

"If you dare to do something to him, this seat will immediately kill your dog."

This kind of threat did not have much effect on the teacher. He smiled again and made a "please go" gesture to stepping on Xianjun.

Stepping out of the fairy, and before the walk, the face was still stunned for a long time. The teacher stood in this finally quiet room and looked at the stone door that was finally closed. After a while, he turned and walked over to the white man on the bed.

"..." The ridiculous smile on the face of the teacher disappeared, and it was replaced by a very peaceful and extremely crazy look. He gently said, "Master."

Go step by step.

Now Chu Xiaoning is finally lying in his palm. What about stepping on the outside? What he has is a way to prevent Chu Xiaoning from making a sound.

When the emperor came in, he couldn’t do anything to be angry and fierce. To blame, blame yourself for being too naive and too incompetent. I have to keep my lover in the snake cave and accompany it with the cold scale.

The slender and white fingers opened the curtains, and the teacher almost gazing eagerly and greedily at the man with a high fever on the bed: "This time, no one will bother us any more."

He slowly sat down and raised his hand to caress Chu’s cheek.

"Come on, Chu Wei, let me adjust and teach you in a place separated from your husband. "Well?"