The Husky and His White Cat Shizun Chapter 220

The ink burned out.

If it weren't for this big dream, he didn't know that there was such a terrifying fear in his heart. He was afraid of the death of Chu, and the fear of the teacher's emotions. The fear of this life is actually nothing but himself. A dream of Huang Qi.

He lowered his head, I don’t know if it’s the role of breaking the cold, or another reason.

He felt cold and s.h.i.+vering cold.

Chu nightning stood up from the ground. There are too many eyes here. He can't have a more intimate move with the ink, but he can't stop holding him in his nightmare and call his name. If he didn't try to clamp it, he was afraid that he would be burnt down on the ground in front of everyone - even though it didn't happen, the mood of ink burned was so fierce that he didn't know how many people around him were aware of it. The strange clue.

Chu Xiaoning slowly got up and sat for a long time, his legs and legs.

Xue Meng raised his hand subconsciously, but he did not know why, but he did not come forward. Instead, the teacher shook his hand and whispered: "Master, you slow down."

Low eyelashes, Chu night rather than talking, do not explain, only the original robe has been removed, the white clothes smashed, and floated on the shoulders.

"Drap, wait for the cold of the medicine to disappear, and return me."

I don’t dare to go to see him more, but whispered: "Yes, Master."

Others are carefully looking at the scene inside the temple, or seeing if there are still hidden organs, they are scattered. Xue Zhengxuan asked a few words of ink burning, seeing the innocent children, patted his shoulders, and strode to the place where the heads of the people were.

Xue Meng did not leave, and when everyone went away, he suddenly leaned over and looked around, then pressed his voice and screamed: "What do you dream of?"

Ink burning: "..."

Xue Meng gritted his teeth: "Ask you."

"It’s just a dream."

"That's all what you think in your heart!" Xue Meng's eyes were a little messy. He was very worried. "What are you thinking about? Are you...you are not..."

"I dreamed that I killed someone." The ink burned because of the coldness of the bones, and it shook slightly, and the lips were white. "I dreamed that I killed the master."

"you--!"

"There is nothing else..."

Xue Meng’s lips seem to be trying to ask again. If you can listen to the ink, then it’s not like lying, but he said that he dreamed of killing the master...

Not to mention the ink burning now respects the teacher, I do not know why there is such a fear, but he only clung to the late night, such a look - is a disciple should have? Is there something more? More... Xue Meng didn't dare to think about it anymore.

It seems that one step further is the abyss.

The medicinal power gradually dissipated, and the ink burned slowly from the ground. Xue Meng hesitated for a while and still held him.

Ink burning: "Thank you."

Then he looked at the monks who were walking in front of him: "Is other people still fascinated by incense?"

"No, only you, you run too fast." Xue Meng still had a lot of trouble, but finally the mood was not as intense as it was at the beginning. "When we entered the temple, Jiang Yan realized that I had ordered the 18 ghosts here. Fragrance."

"...not 18 ghosts, 19th floor prison."

"It's this thing anyway, the name doesn't matter." Xue Mengdao, "He did disperse, we come in again, it's okay." He paused, suddenly remembered something, and said again, "but this is also a coincidence, if it is only If something goes wrong, it will be troublesome."

"What do you mean?"

"You walked fast, didn't see it. On the way to the Heavenly Palace, there were several poisonous snakes in the rattan baskets of Nangong Liu. Many people were bitten by the sham. Those people were resting in the same place. The snake venom is so toxic. Jiang Yan originally let us go first. I stayed there and took the poison for them. After I pulled it out, I followed it up.... If this is the case, I am afraid that all the people who arrive in the Temple will be in the middle. "Ten Xuedao," he was so a bottle of dreams, but he couldn’t help so many people."

The smoldering vaguely felt that something was wrong, and asked: "Why didn't he stay there for the purpose of poisoning everyone?"

"He has a little apprentice who says he will solve, so Jiang Yan left his apprentice there, and he came up with us first."

The burnt brow wrinkled deeper.

He looked at the back of the group of people on the night of the moon, and patrolled the crowd, but did not find the figure he was looking for.

If the apprentice of Jiang Yan does not solve this kind of snake venom, then there are only two people left in the original place. One is Jiang Yan and the other is Hua Bi Nan.

"Hua Bi Nan?"

Xue Meng snorted: "Do you doubt the cold scale sage?"

"Just ask."

"There is nothing to be suspicious. Hua Binan himself has been bitten. He is meditating below. However, he has more poison in his body. He said that it is better to adjust his interest for a while, and then he will come up with us."

The look of ink burning is even more gloomy.

The cold scales are injured and can't move, so only Jiang Yan can be cured. There is also a disciple under Jiang’s seat, which happens to solve this snake venom. If there is no such person, then at this moment, Jiang Yan may still be poisoning the injured monk below.

When he comes back, what kind of scene will it be in this palace? A bottle of cold dreams, can you save the situation?

"Xue Meng."

"Ok?"

"Beware of Hua Bi Nan."

This sentence fell, and suddenly felt the ground suddenly shocked, and then a long dragon smashed the sky, came from outside the temple.

Someone has been like a bird of surprise, and stunned: "What happened? Just what was the movement?"

A courageous monk said: "I will go see."

He quickly swept to the door of the temple, looked down, and looked at the sky, and then turned back: "Nothing, it should be just some of the sounds that this mountain occasionally has. After all, it is the evil spirit of the dragon."

He finished, is preparing to go back.

But at this moment, his ankle was suddenly caught by something. The monk bowed his head and saw a pale white hand. He did not react at the moment and was still in the distance.

Xue Zhengyi’s eyes are sharp, but he has already shouted in the distance: “Be careful!!”

But it was too late, and a dead body leaped up. The body was wrapped in a crane of the Confucianism, and the silk was blindfolded. A sword pierced the chest of the monk.

"I..." The monk squinted with a big eyes, raised his hand and consciously touched the long sword that had been poked out, and then spit out a large mouthful of blood, and fell to the ground and never moved again.

After a few silences, the ground rumbling again. Everyone looked out of the temple door, and saw a rough dragon ribs rising from the ground, wearing the clouds and up, each **** dragon ribs were holding the body of a Confucianist disciple. Looking at it in the distance is like gathering a dense group of bees in midair, ready to rush into the hall to make everyone into a meat.

Ma Zhuangzhu screamed and blinked: "Oh my G.o.d, my G.o.d, I am going to die, I am going to die."

Xue Zhengyi was vomited by the merchants, and a slap in the back of his brain let him shut up, and then shouted to the crowd: "Go to the temple door! All the mothers are going to block the temple door! Don't let them rush in. !"

He said that he took the lead and greeted the zombie who was swaying with the **** sword. He slammed the folding fan out of the hall, rolled his legs and rolled the long steps, and then grabbed the Lings.h.i.+ gate. I am going to push it up.

But the door doesn't know what's going on, it's convenient to push it from the outside, and it's as heavy as a rock from the inside. Xue Zhengxuan’s blue-stranded violent violent, but the force is like a mud cow into the sea, seeing that the zombies are getting closer and closer by the dragon ribs, Xue Zheng screamed: “What happened? Didn’t Nangong Changying’s seal them all? The **** dragon is not obedient! Do it with your own master!"

Inkburn and Xue Meng also immediately rushed to Xue Zhengyi to join hands, Nangong said: "Useless! These two pieces of Lings.h.i.+ are my grandfather to let four thousand feet brought in, just because you can never move Got it."

Huang Xiaoyue was mad at the smoke, and cursed beside him: "You are too grandfather!"

However, Nangong Temple simply ignored him. Nangong驷 was a group of people who were trying to resist the group of zombies at the door of Confucianism at the doorstep: "From the inside of the temple, you have to stop at the end. You must stop for a while, let me go. machine."

Xue Zhengyi danced into a black shadow with an iron fan. In the past, three or four zombies that had been forced to fly in front of the fan, black blood immediately splashed with fans, and fell on the words "Xue Lang is very beautiful", but these zombies also It was a brave man. When he rolled down the steps, he immediately climbed up and continued to move forward.

Xue Zhengxuan turned his head and said: "Come on! More and more! I f.u.c.ked, ... what the **** is going on?"

The ink burned out to meet the devil. He knew that the temple door was the last line of defense, so he rushed out to kill the zombies on the long stage. However, the long-term narrowness, he can not exert his full strength, but also be careful not to step on the air for nine days, so it is very laborious to fight.

He swept a row of corpses to climb up, but there were more monsters around him who had been stung by the stinking dragon ribs from the distant ground. In the end, he was almost enemies, and he could not get out of the sea.

However, the ink burned did not intend to get out immediately. These zombies are smelling popular. He is standing here as the closest target. Almost all the dead bodies are coming in his direction.

Ma Zhuang screamed and hid behind Jiang Yan. At this time, he said with a sigh: "Oh, Mo Zongs.h.i.+ is really righteous, arrogant, arrogant."

Jiang Yanqiu, however, turned his head and said: "Can you send something other than doing business?"

"I will all need to spend some time to delve into things, such as the formation method, skills, weapons a.s.sembly, I am really not good at short-handed..." Ma Zhuangzhu on the cold eyes of Jiang Yan, stunned Twist and squat, try to find out, "Would you like... I will give you a drink?"

Jiang Yan: "..."

However, this guy said that it is also good. Each sect has its own strengths and shortcomings. At the moment, this kind of **** battle is a matter of blocking people. If you rush to go, you will save your life. So others will die in the past, even Jiang Yan can't be close, and the powder is useless to the body.

Xue Meng held the dragon city at the door of the temple, staring at the black figure floating in the crane, seeing a **** vine rising from the ground, holding a high-level disciple of the Confucianism to the ink past. Xue Meng couldn't help it anymore. He slammed the sword and brushed the arm of the corpse. Then he leaned back against the ink, and another sword broke the twisted dragon.

In a flash of **** arrogance!

Xue Zhengyi lost his voice: "Menger! Come back soon!"

"Nothing! I am with him!"

He is referring to who, naturally, is self-evident.

The side of the ink burned over the face, and Xue Meng said: "You are going back, there is me here, you are the second line of defense, I can't hold you back again"

"Shut up!" Xue Meng's hand in the Dragon City screamed, no good airway, "You are the first in Lingshan, or I am the first in Lingshan? Are you the Lord of the Dead, or are you the Lord of the Dead? You are amazing Or am I amazing?"

"..."

The ink burns in the chest, no longer speaks, and concentrates on fighting with Xue Meng back, welcoming the zombies that rise in the square.

At this moment, I heard the stone doors on both sides swaying and slowly closing toward the middle. Xue Zhengyi was overjoyed and busy: "Good, move! The door is closed, you two, come back! Come over here!"

The combination of ink burning and Xue Meng, the red light of the ghost and the red light of the dragon city danced to the shadow, only to hear the jingle, how many dead bodies fell nine miles, the dragon ribs ruptured blood.

They slowly moved closer to the door and the door was closed a little.

Xue Mengdao: "You are advanced."

Ink burning: "Go in together."

"..."

"Go! What are you doing!"

Xue Zhengyi hurried in the inside: "Come on! Come back soon!"

The ink burned a pair of Xue Meng's clothes, Xue Meng angered: "You let go! Don't come to me with this hero, you -"

"Who is going to marry your hero? Go away!" said the ink-burning, one hand rubbing Xue Meng, one foot on the stone steps, the backhand falling and sneaking, knocking back a group of zombies that will be rushed up, and then Xue Meng rushed toward the gate.

The door was closed for most of the time. In fact, it was not in a hurry. The ink burned Xue Meng to Xue Zhengyi. He leaned against the door of the temple and held the star-shaped whip against the wind. The eyebrows smashed and slowly retreated.

Suddenly, the two huge stones that were closing were stopped.

Xue Meng said: "Why don't you move?"

He turned back and saw Nangong’s face pale and white. He came out from the stone pillar of Tiangong, which was held by ten adult men. He said extremely sullenly:

"The central axis of the machine has been destroyed. When it is halfway closed, the chain will break and it will not be picked up."

When Nangong was finished, he raised his hand. In the heart of the bruised palm, he held a half-bronze lock and shook it.