The Husky and His White Cat Shizun Chapter 99

This evening, the ink burned against the sea otter tree.

There are many places in the life and death, and there are traces of life in the night. If you want to hang it, you can go to the Honglian otter, but he only relies on this flower tree, and the heart is not so painful. A little bit of human atmosphere.

Once he thought that it was a great misfortune for him to be a teacher at night, and this wors.h.i.+p was wrong from the beginning.

But today he realized that the unfortunate person was not his drizzle, but he stood in the flower garden and bowed his head and thought about it.

"Xianjun, Xianjun, you rationalize me."

He vaguely remembers the first sentence he said with the master. It seems like this. Maybe there are some deviations in the words. It takes too long, and he remembers not to be so clear.

But he can clearly recall the sudden and faint face of Chu’s evening when he raised his eyelashes.

Between the eyebrows, it is very gentle.

Nowadays, the ink is lying under the flower tree. He thinks that if the time can be returned to the day of choosing a teacher, he should not entangle him in any case, let him accept himself.

Because the moment of the embarra.s.sment, the price to be sent, is the endless entanglement after the death, is the life of Chu Yuning.

For two lifetimes.

He is ruined in his own hands.

For two lifetimes...

His throat was twitching, he choked and closed his eyes. He spent a long, long time in the pain of the ants.

Then, since the rebirth, he never dared to touch the memory, he broke his shackles in his sleep, held a knife and dug his heart.

At that time, he had already reached the top of the people, and Chu Ningning had already been abolished, and the house of imprisonment was not free.

He has been subjected to several a.s.sa.s.sinations in succession. The last a.s.sa.s.sination was even the combination of Xue Meng and Mei Hanxue. Although the ink was forced by the mana, there was no fate on the spot, but he was also seriously injured. He raised a full foot in the palace. More than a month, this has restored energy.

It was rainy in the middle of the day, and it was a long time.

The ink burned with thick robes, the jade-colored five fingers pinched the robe, stood under the porch and looked at the outside, the sky was dark, the look on his face was a little bit mad and he was mad, he didn’t say anything, but anyone could feel his body twisted. Human nature, he clearly has a very handsome face, but the light in his eyes is often sullen and violent, without a little warmth.

The longer he sits in the high position, the more obvious this gloom.

There was a footstep behind him. He didn't look back and said, "Come on?"

"You are going to kill the Kunlun Snow Palace?" The sound of Chu Xiaoning sounded in the hall.

Ink burns: "What is it."

"...you forgot what you promised me? You said that you will not hurt Xuemeng."

The ink burns the heart and calmly: "The teacher is coming, don't ask me how the injury is, standing here blowing the cold and not cold, just care about who I kill, who will not kill?"

"Ink rain, I am here to tell you, I have to do something that I regret."

"Oh, regret? The person who regrets is the teacher, you are the master. When I was a fan of the Confucianism, you and I were killed and killed. Now that I am going to kill the Snow Palace, you are no different from the mortal. The ability to confront is no longer there. Do you regret your own nosy?

After the ink burned, I turned my face and looked back. There was a cruel smile on the corner of my mouth. The bottom of my eyes flashed with fine light. "Chu Ningning, you are now a waste, can you take anything to stop me?"

Perhaps it is because there is nothing left, and Chu Ning has been unable to speak for a long time.

A thunderous thunder burst, heavy rain, and leaked down the beam of the roof.

Chu Yuening finally closed his eyes and then opened his mouth and whispered a sentence: "Don't go."

The black robe flew and the ink burned.

Behind him is a lead-gray day, it is a hurricane, he looks at the night in the temple, and then says, "Why don't you go? I gave Xuemen a chance, that year you are willing to be under me for him. Female, I kept my promise, and asked your people to let him go. Now he wants to kill me. You said, why should I not go?"

"..."

"How? Can you say nothing?" The ink sneered, "Reprimand me, insult me, Chu nightning, are you not very resistant? I know that Xue Meng is your heart, you are the most proud." Disciple, you think he is the heart of the heart, I am a piece of mud on his sole."

"Enough." Chu Evening was pale and his eyebrows were tight, as if he was pressing hard.

"Not enough! How is it enough?" When the ink burned, the cruelty of the heart was more and more successful, anger, ecstasy, hatred, jealousy, all kinds of fierce emotions like the fire cooking oil, suffering his heart.

His eyes are very bright, revealing the light, and he paces back and forth.

"There is no second chance. Chu Jingning, he has no second chance. I want to kill him, peel off his skin and step on his feet, take his skull and drink it! I will take his liver. , smashed his flesh and blood to stew! You can't stop me! - Chu nightning, you can't stop me!"

His eyes are red, and the more he talks, the more he is happy.

Suddenly one hand grabbed his robes and a slap in the face.

"Is it crazy enough?"

Chu’s face was so close, he saw the other’s eyelashes tremble and tears in his eyes.

"Inflamm... you wake up, you wake up..."

"I am awake!" The burning pain in his cheeks made him more and more crazy. He looked at the face of Chu Xiaoning, and suddenly he was angry. "I am awake! The person who sleeps is you! Are you jealous?"

He pushed open the other side and pulled open his robes, revealing the gauze that was **** underneath.

"You are 瞎 楚 晚 晚 晚 宁 ”!" He roared, poked his chest, and felt that it was not enough, actually made a slap to tear the gauze down, picking up a vague flesh...

"Who did this? Your good apprentice! Xue Meng! His Dragon City is a little bit worse, I am dead! You tell me, I let him go!"

"In your eyes, only his life is life, my is not, right?!" Under the hate, the ink burned and grabbed the hand of Chu Yuning, and posted it on his **** wound. "You Don't you want to stop me? Well, I will give you the opportunity to take my heart out! - Chu nightning, you **** has the ability to pull out my heart!!"

"..." Chu Xiaoning's fingertips are shaking, so ice, so cold.

The ink burned staring at him, furious, violent, and the blue veins of the neck could not keep shaking.

He said dumbly: "You are jealous."

It’s raining outside, knocking on the tile, it’s crazy.

Dead.

No one is moving.

I don't know how long it took, the ink burned and finally released the hand of Chu Yuning, gasping low and sinking, "Shu Ziming and Mei Hanxue's life, I have to fix it."

"..."

"You hate me, Master." Ink said, "In any case, my life is like this. In our life, it is like this. We can't go back, then the black light goes on fire. On Huangquan Road, I am dragging some of my old companions."

That day, Chu Xiaoning looked at the black back of his far away and finally said a word.

He said: "Ink burning, if you destroy the snow palace and kill Xue Meng, I will die in front of you, I have nothing to exchange with you, but I can at least choose to die."

The ink burned, and paused, then crossed half of the handsome face, and smiled in the gloom.

"There is a seat, you can't die."

"..."

"If you run out of blood, I can take you back from the temple of Jura.s.sic. If you are disgusting in my life, you have to go with me." After the release of the madness, the face gradually recovered from the cold. Calmly, he said, "My good teacher, you will be waiting for death, waiting for me to catch Xue Meng back, I let him take a good look, the **** he cares about day and night, what is under me now? It’s a s.l.u.tty look. It’s a good time to have a door, I should always let him die clearly and clearly.”

However, the ink burned did not think of it, Chu Zongs.h.i.+ is still Chu Zongs.h.i.+.

A month later, the ink burned the rhetoric that he had said. He stood proudly in front of the Kunlun Mountains and in front of Tianchi Lake. Mei Hanxue and Xue Meng had been shackled by him, and they were tied to the icicles. Then they were controlled by the Jane Chess to go to the Snow Palace for thousands of people, and let them kill themselves in front of Mei and Xue.

The white snow-capped mountains are dyed as Xiahong, and the blood is stained with red sky and soaked in the mountains.

The ink burned and sat in front of the palace gate of the Snow Palace. While eating the grapes handed by the servants, he smiled and looked at the foreground.

He asked Xue Meng, who was almost out of focus, and he said, "Meng Meng, can't you look good?"

"..." Xue Meng did not react, as if he had lost his hearing.

Mo was very satisfied with this, and he smiled more and more relatives. He asked: "Do you like the performance of the cousin? Do you like it?"

"...you let go of the snow palace."

Suddenly I heard such a faint whisper, and my eyes burned and asked, "What?"

"You let go of the snow palace." Xue Meng's burning eyes no longer have light. "Let them pa.s.s, let go of Mei Xuexue... That a.s.sa.s.sination, the person who wants you to kill is me, you killed me. Don't even connect with others."

The ink burned and laughed: "Are you talking about conditions with me?"

"No." Xue Meng glared at the eyes, he said, "I am asking you."

The pride of the sky said, I am asking for you.

The demon in the heart was violently pleased, and the smoldering eyes were radiant. It seemed to be interested. He pinched Xue Meng’s chin, forcing the other person to look up at himself, what he was trying to say, and suddenly he saw the sky lit up. From the bluish brilliance.

"what happened?"

The entourage he brought has not yet had time to answer, and he saw the top of Cui Wei Xuefeng, a Huaguang overflowing array of thousands of miles, covering the entire Kunlun Mountains.

Above the array, the night of the night, the white clothes are like snow, and the clothes are flying, standing in the clouds.

In front of him, a strange guqin was hung in his body. The whole body was black and black, and the tail of the piano was rolled up and rolled up, and the branches and leaves were scattered. The sea was soaking and the brilliance was scattered.

——The third martial arts of Chu Yuning, “Nine Songs”.

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