The Husky and His White Cat Shizun Chapter 240

This sound stood like a late night clock.

The ink burned almost know what to see next. He was covered in cold hair and his bones were violent. He wanted to get out of the illusion and escape the road. He wanted to plunge into yesterday and he would protect him.

"No... I am guilty... you can't..."

But he can't stop anything, all of this has already happened.

He could only look at the situation in front of his scalp, and watched the night of Ning, twisting his dark sword, his eyes bent and unyielding, and he greeted his guilty eyes.

The ink can't be self-proclaimed and yelling at him: "Run! Run!"

Juvenile Chu Xi Ning has always trusted to sin, trust this teacher who respects him as a sacrifice, and trusts his adoptive father and benefactor. So even if he was extremely disappointed, he did not see the killing of the dead from the eyes of the guilty. The ink burned in front of him - knowing that it was useless, but he still couldn't stand by.

"I beg you, run fast..."

Chu night Ning did not go, he was like a pine and cypress, step by step toward the crime of sin, and finally stood, the high horsetail behind him was blown by the wind, the **** dyed robes were also blown by the wind.

I am guilty of sinning lips and smas.h.i.+ng the words: "You have to go down the temple, you can."

"Master?" Chu nightning's phoenix eyes are slightly large, he is not sinister, only the knife lifted by the scorpion as a window of the moon, for a moment, he is even grateful and delighted.

He thought that he finally understood him when he was guilty.

However, the butcher's knife is chilly, killing the heart has been expressed, and guilty: "When you walk out of this courtyard tonight, you are no longer a person without a temple. You and I have fourteen years of mentoring and friends.h.i.+p, and this is a cut."

"..." The phoenix is ​​still huge, but the content inside is changed from joy to sorrow and sorrow.

Chu Xiaoning probably did not expect that the guilty conscience would be firm until now, and the stupidity stood in the place for a long time before he moved his lips. The ink burned aside, and he kept whispering: "Please, please go, leave here, stop saying, leave here."

The lips are moving, but there is no complete words.

I stare at him with guilt, this is the most important bet he has put down, and he is very late. For the past fourteen years, only the two of them have been companions. If this teacher’s friends.h.i.+p is broken, he will cut his heart with a knife. He should will not--

Chu night Ning down.

"..." is guilty of guilt.

He still thought numbly, no, how could he refuse to do so, and he would do it alone.

Chu night is rather st.u.r.dy and long.

One, two, up to nine.

He raised his face again, his eyes clear, no water vapor, but his cheeks were moist.

"The disciple is late in the night, thanks to the teacher's grace to raise the teaching. From then on..." He was agitated, what happened? He didn't know, he couldn't go on.

Perhaps it was cold and cold, and the body that was guilty of swaying slightly in the wind, his c.o.c.kroaches were blown up, the wind filled the sleeves, his face was getting more and more heavy, colder and colder, and his lips were bloodless. He stared at the person who was kneeling before him.

That paragraph...

wood! wood! !

He carved and carved, and gave blood to his life. He carefully taught and tried his best.

He has done so much for fourteen years to send the piece of wood to the ghost world to become the body of the soul of Chu, not to see it here today and talk about worrying about the country and the people. What is it?

- a piece of sc.r.a.p!

firewood!

The fire in the chest burned into the eyes, destroying the earth, and impulsive.

This kind of guilty is too dangerous. The ink burned and leaned over and tried to hug Chu, but he couldn’t catch him. He couldn’t touch him. Chu Ning was still so stubborn, so stubborn and st.u.r.dy in the same place, barely because There is a way in the heart, and harmony is because there is a flaw in the heart.

In the eyes of Chu, Ning’s eyes reflected the more sinful face, and his chest was licking his blood.

He is born for others, this chopping wood, wood, there is no soul thing.

He was kneeling on the ground, but he did not think about it. He himself.

"Late..." The ink whimpered, and he raised his hand to touch the face he couldn't touch. "Please, please... let's go... let's go..."

The sound of "When you slam" is the sound of metal landing.

The ink burned slowly, and a machete lay on the blue brick floor.

Under the moonlight, the butcher had an inexhaustible blood in his eyes. He kicked a knife and kicked the scimitar straight to the knees of Chu.

"No, no, no, no."

The ink burned and panicked. He went to grab the knife, but the tip of the knife pa.s.sed through his fingers. He couldn’t catch it. How could he try to stop?

The last slender hand stretched out and held the knife that couldn't hold the ink.

At this time, Chu’s eyes were calm, and the initial horror had disappeared. The pain of the greatness was gradually subsided when he sinned to throw the scimitar to him.

He seems very relieved.

"If the Master wants my life, I am still." Chu said, "I have lived for 14 years, and lived for 140 years. If I only sit in this world, there is no difference."

The eyes of guilty suddenly became nothing like the sorghum of the transcendental world. For a moment, the ink burned clearly on his face and saw the shadow of Xiaoman.

That Lin'an rainy night, the shadow of the boy on the eve of the rebellion.

"Chu Ningning." He said, "You have to break with me, I don't want to stay. I haven't taken care of it for 14 years. But you have to return what you have learned to me." ""

"..."

I have eyes closed: "I want to take your spiritual core."

The nucleus is the most condensed crystal of the monk, and it is the same as the sacred wood. As long as there is a nucleus, it may be possible to reshape a Chu night.

This time, he can no longer teach him morality, and he can no longer be taught to be kind.

He wants the core of the night.

The heart of the living.

Chu night Ning looked at him for a while, the light and shadow in the Buddhist temple swept, the Daxiong Hall had a monk who did the evening cla.s.s, and the sound of the grandeur came from a long distance, like a sandalwood Buddha.

The voice of guilty screams in the air, but this time, he only said two sentences, these two words, as if exhausted his life's courage and strength.

His voice seems to be in an instant, and he is a hundred years old.

"He was kneeling on the ground and looking at me. I suddenly felt that when the Buddha forgives and hurts his mortal, is that kind of look."

"He is merciful to his executioner, the soul under the knife, the butcher who has mercy on blood."

"Don't!!!" the ink snorted.

The knife light flashed, and he closed his eyes slyly, a clear and audible squeak, and the ink burned on the ground.

"Don't..."

The blood is spewing and the flesh is separated.

The ink burned and mourned to climb over and climbed to the side of Chu's late night. He couldn't help but shake his head and squat, and he hurriedly blocked the wounds of Chu's late night, trying to perfuse the spirit to stop bleeding.

Nothing works.

Nothing works.

He watched the night of Ning Qiang's reluctance to pain, and he did not let himself faint in the instant. He watched the night of Ning's knife, poked into the chest, blood, and blood everywhere.

Hot, rus.h.i.+ng, hot.

How can it be not a living person?

Meat, the meat is torn apart.

Bright red, sweet, broken.

How could it not be a living person? ! how come! ! !

He was standing in the same place, his look was still fixed at the last moment, and he looked cruel and cruel, but the light of his eyes shone, trembling, shuddering, stunned...

What he hopes, is that really the case?

At that moment, the picture suddenly became turbulent and blurred, and the situation in front of the ink became distorted by the emotions when the crime was made.

He saw how many old things appeared in the blood, and everything was soft and true.

Mo-burning saw that the eleven-year-old Chu Yunning was called to leave after Jin Chengchi’s call to the day, but there was another guqin in the lake water. At the moment of its floating water, Chu Ning’s body also s.h.i.+nes brightly, which seems to complement it. He was surprised and puzzled by the string of the Guqin: "What is this going on?"

I was immediately guilty of guessing that this guqin was also smashed by a section of Emperor Yanmu. It would have a pulse with Chu, and would naturally have mutual perception. His expression looked very excited, some accidents, and some delights: "This should be your destiny."

"Definitely sacred?"

In addition to sinful surprises, my eyes are a little dodging: "...well, some people are born with a strange root, and students come from a relations.h.i.+p with G.o.d."

Chu Xiaoning laughed: "I am a strange bone?"

"..." shunned and refused to answer, only rubbed the wooden body of the nine songs and sighed, "This guqin has a relations.h.i.+p with you, I am afraid that it can be summoned without a nucleus... it is connected with your blood. ”

As soon as the picture turned, the ink burned and saw two people walking outside Lin'an City. He was guilty of being behind Xiao Ning, and stopped him from slowing down.

He saw the steaming flower cake, Chu night Ning separated from the steam heart without the smile of the city.

He saw the inn, Chu night, holding a small Pu fan, drumming a bit, trying to help the sin of the meditation fan.

He saw that Chu Yuning had eaten sweet-scented osmanthus for the first time, and the sweet juice was full of mouth, and he opened his mouth and laughed at the guilty conscience.

Finally, the illusion is fixed on the edge of the lotus pond in a certain summer, and the lotus leaves are infinitely beautiful. The flowers in the pool are extremely bright, and the red dragonfly is high and low, and it is a good evening.

Wu and Ning, who are five or six years old, smiled and learned to sit cross-legged and meditate. A pair of black and warm eyes looked at his master: "Master respect, play again, play again."

I am guilty: "If you don't play, Master will go to Zhaitang to recite the scriptures, and for the sake of the old man."

"Play once and go again, the last time, really last time."

Then, before the big monk spoke, the little guy had already rolled the sleeves of the blue-gray robes, and the lotus swayed. He held out his small hand and went to sin with enthusiasm and did not want to take care of his hand. The child voice was sweet and crisp. It is like a sweet linger.

"You are right, I am right, what is blooming in the water? The lotus blossoms in the water.

You are right, I am right, what is a bunch of flowers? The eucalyptus blossoms in a string. ”

I couldn't help but look at his smiling face. In the end, I had to shake my head, smile and clap my hands and play a naive game.

"You are right, nine, I am nine, what flowers go with the wind? Dandelion blossoms with the wind.

You are ten, I am ten, what is flowering without leaves? The plum blossoms have no leaves. ”

The blood is dyed and the red lotus is soaked.

In the temple, he closed his eyes with sin.

Yes... a piece of broken wood.

In the past, Lang Lang laughed and was still in the ear.

Yes, no soul.

"What is blooming in the water? Hahaha, the master is stupid, the lotus blossoms in the water."

It is an empty sh.e.l.l. The body that he wants to sacrifice to Chu Yu is the wood of redemption that he has exhausted for hundreds of years! Not a living person! No soul! !

"Master, the flower cake is divided into half, you eat big, I eat small."

The tears of guilty sighed down.

He trembled and trembled fiercely, and he groaned. He had already plunged the knife into the heart, and the nucleus had begun to rupture, and the child to be dug up ran.

He knelt down, he was so painful, he was so screaming, he was holding the night with Ning, but he could only be like the ink burning of Chu’s lateness. The crying in his throat was like a **** knife, like a knife. It is not the heart of Chu Yuning, but his jealousy, his soul.

How can there be no souls...

It is he who does not look at his eyes and does not listen to it.

He always knew, he always realized in his heart.

From Chu Xiaoning's smile, from the seriousness of Chu Xinning, from the tolerance and gentleness of Chu Xinning, from the reluctance and persistence of Chu Yuning, he has always seen the soul of that person.

But for his own self-interest, for the so-called redemption, he pretended to be dumb, and he paralyzed himself.

Chu nightning, never a wood-plastic, an empty sh.e.l.l.

He is a man of blood and flesh, who will cry and laugh...

"When I was a child, I watched him grow up day by day. When he was a child, he was like Chu, bigger, and like Chu, but I never missed him and any of them."

The guilty sin is ashamed and hoa.r.s.e.

"It is he who divides me half of the pastry, and pulls me to call me a master. It is that he secretly took the fan of the fan to give me a cool ride. I thought I didn't notice it. He was with me at the Nos. Temple for 14 years and laughed at me. Trust me and say that I am the most benevolent teacher in the world."

Such as pharynx.

Innocently muttered: "The most benevolent teacher..."

In the picture, the crime of sin has curbed the hand of Chu Yuning, and curbed his spiritual power. Chu Yuning almost fainted at the moment when the spell was invalidated.

I am guilty of holding a living, **** body. It’s like holding a hundred years ago, when Lin’an was cracked, he dug his heart to illuminate the people who escaped.

But not the same.

Chu night Ning Hao, proud, Chu night Ning has such a small shackle like this, such as not sleeping with a quilt, such as eating and eating tired, can not help but bite chopsticks in a daze, such as never love to wash clothes, only Immerse them together.

That is his own habit, his own love.

Not the same as anyone.

The picture is dark again.

If it is black, if this is the case, if you look at it again, I am afraid that it will be crazy.

In the darkness, it is a sigh of sin.

"In fact, he was cold and right, telling me that he wants to go down the mountain and he is not willing to sit on the ground. I know that he is a living person."

"I am weak and selfish. I almost ruined my child."

"He is not Chu, he is not a sacrifice for my atonement."

"He is Chu Yuning, because the time when I wake him up is a quiet and peaceful evening. The bell of the Zen Temple is ringing. He was born under the watchful eyes of the solemn G.o.ds of the treasures. I gave him his name."

"But what I gave him was actually just a name. I have always lived by creating him, and therefore I believe that he should be used by me, for me, let me sacrifice. But until I look at him, and Like Chu Gongzi, for his own morality, he will not hesitate to self-certify..."

It’s hard to say anything when you are guilty of sin. For a long time, you are dumb.

"I finally understand that I have never given him a soul and gave him life. It is his own, because... because a dirty and weak sinner like me can never create such a life of purity and fort.i.tude. ”

"It is never possible."