The Husky and His White Cat Shizun Chapter 3

Um... Since my soul is back, the solid cultivation of the past life, will it come back?

The ink burns the spell, and feels the turmoil of the inner spirit. Although it is abundant, it is not strong. That is to say, his cultivation has not been inherited.

However, this is nothing. He is talented and savvy, and he is not a big deal. It is nothing remarkable. Moreover, rebirth is a big happy event, even if there are some shortcomings, it is normal. The ink burned like this, and soon converges on his own darkness and fangs, like a fifteen-year-old boy, and happily prepares to return to the sect.

In the suburbs of summer, there is a strong concentration of cars and horses. The wheels are rolling, and no one will pay attention to the 15-year-old ink burning at this time.

Only occasionally there was a busy village woman in the field. She got an empty head and wiped her sweat. When she saw a special boy, she would stare at her eyes and stare at her eyes.

The ink burned and smiled, and looked back unceremoniously. He looked at the women who had husbands and looked at them with blus.h.i.+ng eyes and bowed their heads.

In the evening, the ink burned to the town of Wuchang, where it was very close to the dying of life and death. In the twilight, a red sun was like blood, and the fire burned Yunxia lined with the peaks. When I touched my stomach, I was hungry. He then went to the restaurant in a familiar way. He took a black-and-white dish in front of the cabinet and knocked on the counter. He said: "The treasurer, come a stick. Chicken, a plate of husband and wife lungs, playing two pounds of shochu, and then cutting a plate of beef."

There are a lot of people who are at the tip of the mouth, and they are very busy. Mr. Shuo said that he is shaking the fan on the table. He is telling the story of the dead and the dead, talking about the dance of the eyebrows and the spit.

The ink burned a private room near the window, eating while listening to people's books.

"As we all know, we cultivate the real world according to the geographical division, divided into two areas of upper repair and lower repair. Today we will talk about the most outstanding martial art in the world, and the life and death. Oh, you know, let’s The town of impermanence was a desolate and ruined town hundreds of years ago. Because it was in the dark, the villagers were afraid to go out. If they had to go through the night, they must shake the exorcism bell and sprinkle it. The fragrant gray paper money, while shouting "people come to the mountains, ghosts to separate the heavy paper", quickly pa.s.sed. But today, our town is bustling and prosperous, no different from other places, this can rely on the care of life and death. This fairy sing, it is unbiased, just repaired at the entrance of the ghost gate, between the two circles of yin and yang. Although it was built soon, but..."

In this history, the ink ignited the ears and the ears were rising, so the lack of interest began to look down the window. Coincidentally, there was a stall downstairs. The foreigners dressed by several Taoist priests carried a black clothed cage and were playing tricks on the streets.

This is much more interesting than the old man's storytelling.

The attention of ink burned was drawn to the past.

"Look at it, take a look, this is the ancient savage beast, the cub, and I am going to fall down. Now it is like a child, it will be juggling, arithmetic! It is not easy to go to the righteousness, you have money to hold a money field, If you don’t have the money, you can see the first good show.

I saw that the priests smashed the black cloth, and the cage was closed. It was a monster of several human faces.

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

With these low-browed eyes, the furry bears and scorpions? ? Do you dare to say yes? ? ?

This cow can really blow the sky, who believes who is brains.

But it didn't take long for the ink to burn, and twenty or thirty brains gathered around them to watch the play. From time to time, they applauded. The crowd was so busy that even the people in the restaurant couldn’t help but look at the probe and make a story. Not bad.

"The lord of the dead now, it is called a famous name, and it is famous."

"Good!! Come again!"

Mr. Shuo was greatly encouraged. He followed the sound and saw that the guest was full of red light and excited. However, it was obviously not his own, but the juggling stalls downstairs.

"Hey, what are you going to do?"

"Oh, it’s amazing!"

"Good! Wonderful! Let's play another piece of apple!"

The people in the building were laughing and laughing, and they all gathered at the window bar to see the excitement below. Mr. Shuo is still pitifully saying: "The most famous of the Lord is his fan, he..."

"Ah, hahaha, the lightest c.o.c.kroach wants to grab the apple, you see it is still rolling on the ground!"

Mr. Shuo said that he wiped his face with a sweat towel and his lips were a little shaken.

The ink burned his lips, and Yan smiled. He shouted slowly behind the bead curtain: "Don't talk about the death of the dead, come to the "Eighteen Touch", and keep the people back."

Mr. Shuo Shuo did not know that the person behind the curtain was the ink of the dead man, and he was very arrogant and arrogant: "The thick, rough words, not up, not in the elegant."

The ink burned and laughed: "Is it too elegant here? You don't panic."

After all, I heard the noise of the building.

"Oh! Fast horse!"

"It’s the immortal prince!"

In the discussion, a black horse rushed in the direction of death and death, and lightning generally entered the juggling circle!

There were two people sitting on the horse, one wearing a black brawl, wrapped in a black cloak, st.u.r.dy, not looking at age and gender, and the other being a woman of 30 or 40 years old, with a rough hand and a frosty face. .

When the woman saw the bears, she cried. She even climbed the horse and climbed down. She stumbled and rushed over. She hugged one of the bears and slammed it: "Children! My children." what--"

The people around are all stunned. Someone scratched his head and muttered: "Yeah? Isn't this the youngest scorpion of the ancient G.o.ds? How does this woman call it?"

"This should not be a mother."

"Oh, that's great, this mother is all adult."

The villagers here did not know, and there was nonsense on the other side, but the ink burned it.

According to legend, some rivers and lakes priests will abduct children, then unplug the children's tongues, let them say nothing, then take the water to burn the children's skin, licking the flesh and blood, sticking the animal skin to them, After the blood has solidified, the fur and the child are glued together and it looks like the monster. These children can't talk, can't write, can only let people bully, and cooperate with the performance of "squatting", if rebellious, it is a whip.

It’s no wonder that he didn’t feel the slightest demon before. These “貔貅” are not demon, but live people...

Here, I was thinking about it. The black cloak over there whispered a few words with the priests. The priests heard the words, it was an instant anger, and they said, "Apologize? Your grandfather does not know." How do you apologize for these two words!" "What's so great about the dying of life?" "Do not hesitate, give me a fight!" It is necessary to encircle the black cloak.

"Ouch."

Seeing that the same door was. .h.i.t, the ink burned and laughed twice. "So fierce."

He did not mean to help. In the past life, he hated the sect of the door, and the two gangs were rus.h.i.+ng with the fool. The aunt’s cat scorpion’s cat scorpion climbed under the tree and asked them to help. Door to the ch.o.r.es, each lack of mind.

There are so many unfair things in the world, what is the management, and exhausted individuals.

"Get up and fight! Drink! A great fist!"

Up and down the restaurant, everyone will join the crowd in the past.

"So many people play one, don't want to face!"

"Xianjun is behind him! Oops! Good insurance! Wow!"

"This shot is well protected!"

These people love to watch fights, but they don’t like to watch. The **** hurricanes he has seen have gone, and what happens under the eyelids is like a fly to him. He lazily licked the peanut crumbs on his clothes and got up and left.

Downstairs, the priests were fighting hard with the black cloak, and the sword was suffocating. The ink burned his arms and leaned against the door of the wine cellar. He only glanced at it and couldn’t help but snorted.

Shameful.

The shackles of life and death are all fierce and fierce. The black cloak fight is not terrible. Seeing that they have been pulled down by the rivers and lakes, they are smas.h.i.+ng in the middle, but they are still not smas.h.i.+ng their hands.

Instead, the text shouted weakly: "The gentleman does not move, tells you reason, why don't you listen?!"

Taoists: "..............."

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

The Taoist thought is, eh? This person has been labeled like this grandmother, and the gentleman does not move? This is the brain of the hoe, and there is no stuffing?

When the ink burns, his face suddenly changes. At some point, he turns around. He grabs his breath and widens his eyes in disbelief. This voice...

"Teacher!" The ink burned low and rushed up, filled with the power of the palm of the hand, and the five rivers and lakes priests who were unscrupulous were all shaken! He sat on the ground and lifted the black cloak covered with muddy footprints, and the voice could not help but tremble slightly -

"Yes, is that you?"

The author has something to say: Although his name is s.h.i.+ Yi, but people are really a teacher, is a teacher 23333