The Husky and His White Cat Shizun Chapter 97: This seat

Chapter 97: This seat...

"Ink burning, ink burning."

It seems that soone is calling him.

He opened his eyes in confusion, reflecting a white shadow in the faint field of vision. He vaguely felt that this person was very similar to Chu, but could not believe it. He only thought that the man folded his hands on his chest and kept going to him. The blood flows across the stream.

So warm...

who is it?

He tried to look at the shadow that was too vague.

"Ink burning..."

"Master, Master?"

He swallowed his throat and asked him.

There were warm drops of water dripping on his cheeks. Gradually, he cleared his eyes. The people in front of him had a pair of phoenixes like Jiangnan apricot flowers. Their faces were pale and blood stained. The ink looked at him steadily, and he never saw such a look on the face of Chu.

His master has always been ager, but the people in front of him are crying.

The ink burns out and wants to touch, wanting to know if this is true, or the illusion of seeing the dead. But the fingertips were a few inches away from the man’s cheeks and stopped again.

Sotis hating a person is a habit. If you shouldn’t hate him suddenly, you will beco very upset.

He didn’t dare to run into it.

I am afraid that it is true.

I am afraid that it is a fake.

He saw that after the night of Chu, he was full of blood and sea. I don’t know if it was the town of Choi Butterfly after the war, or he was already in Shura. He knows that he is doing a lot of evil, and he has a lingering death.

Can be late in Nanjing...

He is a good person.

How can I co with myself and sleep forever?

"There is one last point." Chu Yuening’s voice is like coming from the deep sea, so hey, "You can’t sleep, otherwise..."

He saw blood leaking from the corner of Chu’s mouth.

The golden light was growing more and more, and suddenly the person in front of him was caged by the halo, and turned into a child.

"Otherwise, if I am under the jade, I will not have your apprentice."

"Xia Shidi!"

I saw that Chu Ning beca a Xia Shi reverse, and the smoldering was extrely shocked. The wound suddenly beca very painful, and I couldn’t think too much. I was faint again.

"Ink burning."

The gentle, almost sighing voice, I don’t know the illusion of the past, but the whisper that he left in his ear.

"Sorry, it is Master’s fault..."

This is another sentence! This is another sentence!

Chu night, I don’t want you to admit mistakes, I want you -

how?

Suddenly, I didn’t know what I was thinking.

Don’t admit his mistakes, what about him?

Suddenly opened his eyes and gasped fiercely. The ink burned sweaty heavy shirt, looked up and saw a neat and clean room, not too much decoration.

He is already lying in the dorm room of the dead.

He is still alive...

I looked around incredulously, raised a slightly cold hand, and touched the place where my heart hurt. There was a thick bandage wrapped there, and the blood stained through the gauze. It hurts a bit, but under the gauze, the heart is still beating, so powerful, surging the ecstasy of the rest of the robbery.

He is still alive.

He is still alive! !

The blood flow rushed wildly in the young body, shaking his soul and shaking his fingertips.

Suddenly I heard the sound of the warm curtain rolling, the ink burned on the couch and looked up, facing a beautiful woman who ca in the curtain, or a little cold outside, he was wearing a white robe, black hair hanging With a slight soft eye, the tail is self-stained with three-point thin red, but it wins a lot of rouge.

The teacher didn’t expect the ink to wake up, and he was shocked, and then he said: "A burning? You, you..."

"Teacher! Teacher!"

The ink burned him several tis, his eyes were very bright, and the black stone shone like a light. He jumped out of bed, and he did not care for the pain of the wound. He licked his mouth and smacked his mouth. He rushed over and took the teacher’s head full of happiness. From the resort one channel.

"Great! You are not dead! I am not dead! It has passed, it has passed!"

This cleavage was a catastrophe in his previous life. The sorrowful sorrows from the sky, took away the sergeant, and pushed the ink to the abyss of sin.

After he was born again, he was uneasy. This is the chaos. He will repeat the sa mistakes. In the end, he will once again be alone, stepping on the beloved bones and walking alone to the empty Wushan Temple.

But God did not thin him. When he stood up and was willing to die for the teacher, everything changed.

He will not be alone, he will not be rebellious, he will not be forced to rush to Liangshan at night, and beco a loyalist. From now on, evil will be broken.

He really got rid of the nightmare of his past life, he really reborn.

The ink burned with the teacher, and it took a long ti to separate. The fireworks in the eyes overflowed, so bright, like the twinkling stars.

The teacher still stood in the sa place until the ink burned his shoulders, and looked at him with a low smile. After watching it for a long ti, he gradually returned to his forehead and explored his forehead. Chin.

"A burning."

"Hmm."

When the teacher raised his face again, with a light smile, his eyes were a little wet.

"Fortunately, you are still alive."

Ink smirked and grabbed his head, grabbed his hand and said, "A fool, how can I have sothing? I..."

I want to say more, and suddenly there is another smashing curtain outside, big stepping.

"Xue ng?"

"..." Xue ng was really a careful eye. It was about to be robbed of the lilight when the film was exorcist. His face was gloomy and his lips were tight. Seeing that the ink was awake, it was just a pause, and then turned to the teacher and shouted, "When did he wake up?"

The teacher was hesitant to speak for a mont, and there was so worry in his tone: "Just."

"... um." Xue ng responded, still not willing to see the ink.

The child who burns the heart is a child. When compared to the lilight, he is robbed of candy. He has no good face for a long ti.

However, he was in a good mood, and he did not want to compare with Xue ng. He smiled and said: "It seems that I have been sleeping for a long ti. Who brought back?"

"Who can still be there." Xue ng’s sleeves are hand-bearing and his face is very poor. "Isn’t it a master?"

"what."

It’s a glimpse of the burning of the ink. When the coma was a little fragnted, it flashed from the front, but after waking up, I was shocked and happy. The things I saw at that ti beca more and more uncertain. It was true or false.

He ditated: "The teacher respects... Xia Shidi..."

Listening to him, Xue ng’s body couldn’t be checked for an earthquake, and then he said: “Are you glimpsed?”

"what?"

"Xia Shidi is a teacher."

The smoldering was originally a guess. At this ti, I suddenly felt shocked and could not help but eclipse: "What!!"

Xue ng turned his head and looked strange. It seed to be trying to swear: "What? I thought you already knew it."

The ink scread and shouted: "How can I know! I was just in a coma... blurry as if the two of them were alternated... I..."

Thinking of Xia Shi and his own companionship in Taohuayuan, the two sleep together, and think of their own feelings when they are in Linling, and the golden hairpin that falls out of his clothes when he is entangled with Chu.

Jellyfish handkerchief.

Will change the size of the clothes with the shape.

Clay soup in the hands of Xia Shi counter.

He turned his head and shouted at his brother, and he touched his head and smiled and said that we are brothers in the future, and the brothers hurt you.

The piles were scattered like smoke in front of the eyes. For a mont, it was the face of Chu Xiaoning who was too faint, and in a mont it was the appearance of Xia Si’s lips.

He once said that he was not good at the late Xia Si, and he did not like him.

He also patiently combed Changsha for Changsha.

The hair is so soft that it flows like a piece of ink between the fingers.

Think about it, it’s really like it...

The ink burned only felt that the head was going to be blown up. He made a few laps in the sa place and muttered: "The teacher is the Xia Shidi... The teacher is the Xia Shidi... The teacher is..."

He slamd down, almost madly.

"What a joke! How can the Master be a Xia Shi!!"

"A burning..."

The ink burned and cried: "He, although they have a lot of places, but ... but they are always different. What about the good people of Xia Shidi, how?"

"What do you an."

Xue ng suddenly interrupted the words of ink burning, and a pair of sharp eyes fixed on the other’s face.

"A good person like Xia Shidi? Why, then a good person will not be a teacher?"

Ink ignited: "I naturally don’t say that the teacher is not good. It’s just that Xia Shi’s brother is sincere to . I have already taken him as a younger brother. You suddenly told that he is a teacher, how can you let ? accept......"

Xue ng angered: "Xia Shidi is sincere, the teacher is on vacation?"

Hearing the sll of rain and tear in his voice, the teacher was busy pulling his sleeves.

"Less Lord, you think about what your uncle has said! Ah, he just woke up, still..."

Xue ng slamd the hand of the teacher, and the brown eyeballs were still staring at the burning face. The blue veins of the neck even shook like it because of anger. It was like a vomiting letter, ready to bite the prey and quench it. Very poisonous snake.

"Ink rain, you made clear today, how can the master not be Xia Shi reversed? How can he not match the word of sincerity, eh? You tell how he faked in your heart. ?!"

The ink burned by his brain’s persuasion made so troubles, Xue ngtian anger and resentnt, he is not the first ti to see, in his life he beca a fairy emperor, and later every ti I saw Xue ng, every ti it is such a I ate a temper like a peony.

Involuntarily and annoyed, squinting: "I am with him, you do so much."

"What about you and him?" Xue ng said, "Do you have him in your heart?"

The ink burned and laughed: "You are sick, Xue Ziming, I have nothing to do with your madness. After leaving the teacher, we went to Danxin Hall to find the uncle and the teacher to ask clearly." Then he pulled the teacher and Xue. I am wrong and want to go outside.

Xue ng stood there for a while, and seed to be trying to suppress what he was doing. He couldn’t hold back, and he still couldn’t hold back. He turned back and said: “In the rain, do you have his master in your heart?!”

"..."

The ink burned by him was not upset by a burst of distraction. He paused, and the original stretch of the eyebrows gradually faded.

The teacher squeezed his palm and whispered uneasily: "Don’t ignore him, he has a bad temper these days. Let’s go."

"......Ok."

The hand touched the warm curtain, but it didn’t open yet. Xue ng’s voice rang, and the boring, hot and hot, like coming out of the fla.

"Ink rain, you fucking, really not a thing."

The "sand" sounded and the curtain fell.

The ink burned closed and closed, then opened.

"A burning..."

The teacher wanted to hold him, but he was gently blocked.

He turned his face and turned around. The two young people are of average age, but their physical strength is already high. The chilly look of this person is really horrible.

The ink burned and suddenly smiled, but the black eyes were heavy and there was no smile.

He said: "A good one is not sothing."

"Xue Ziming, I have never despised the Master in the weekdays. I didn’t stand by and watched when I was in the sky. He was leaked in the hell. He couldn’t fix it. I asked him to help him. I asked you, as his apprentice, I made a mistake. What?"

"..."

"I have a great disparity with him. I can’t support the enchantnt. I fell from the dragon column, but he never even looked at . I will leave you alone. I will ask you again, you are not chilling. ?"

"Ink burning..."

The two worlds, when it cos to the pain, the burning of the handso five senses is inevitably sowhat distorted. He said one word at a ti: "I think I have done my best, and I am innocent. I don’t know what face you are standing in front of , saying that I am not sothing.... Xue ng, do you think I have never cared about him? You are wrong. I have cared about it."

"But this person is made of stone." The ink burns low, every word is like a machete in my heart, bloody, "Xue ng. You listen to , I don’t care how good he is in the eyes of the world." Daochang, a powerful master, is the night of Yufeng Beidou Xianzun, these are not important."

"The important thing is that when the sky breaks, my life is hard to protect. Ask him to look back, but he doesn’t even give it to ."

It is so cold, so angry.

But when he said it, he was calm, but his eyes were a little red.

"And, Xue ng, I can tell you. No matter who is falling from the dragon column, it is not , it is you, or a teacher. He will not save you."

Because I have seen it with my own eyes.

In the heavy snow, he turned and left his apprentice’s bones cold.

"Nothing is more precious than the good na of his Beidou Xianzun." The ink sneered, I don’t know if the light is dim, his smile is a little bit bleak.

"Life is a big life, life is thin, and death."

The last word has not been received, and suddenly the light and shadow are moving, and the wind is coming.

The room was narrow, but the smoldering was already noticed, but because the teacher was behind him, at this ti, the flashing would hurt the innocent, and he stood in the sa place, and he was hard to stop him.

Xueng cheetah rushed over and slamd the smoldering robes, only to hear a bang, and Xue ng had a slap in the face.

The ink burned and was beaten, and it was also burned in anger. The backhand grabbed the violent youth, and the silver teeth shattered: "Xue Ziming! What are you doing?!"

Xue ng did not answer, only roared: "Ink rain, you are a beast!"

He is unreasonable, and he doesn’t know what dicine he has taken wrong. He has no sense of wisdom at all. He fights with ink in this empty hut. It is like two trapped beasts. He wants to tear the skin of the other body and put bones and blood. Chew and remove it into the abdon. A bean solitary lamp swayed and swayed the silhouette of their fury on the stone wall, like a shadow play of a ruthless blood, like a ghost totem.

Suddenly, the ink burned and heard Xue ng’s whimper.

Not too loud, he felt that he was probably wrong.

Just after thinking about it, a few drops of tears fell on the back of his hand.

Xue ng suddenly let go of the ink, and violently pushed him back, so he hugged his knees and sat down on the ground, unable to burst into tears.

The smoldering cheeks were still red and swollen, but he was ruined by this. I thought that I didn’t have any killings. I didn’t make him so painful. Besides, he was also the cousin who first shot him. How suddenly...

When I didn’t finish it, I heard Xue ng crying and groaning, groaning.

"How can you say that he will not save you! How can you say that he will not save you!"

Tears rolled down and it was hard to breathe.

When the teacher saw Xue ng, it was difficult to temporarily suspend the matter, and he could not help but sigh, and he was still coveted.

Xue ng whispered: "You said this, he heard how sad it was in the underground..."

This sentence ca out too abruptly, and the ink did not react for a while, only slamd the ground: "What?"

Xue ng just cried, his fangs were quenched into the neck of the ink, but he also injured himself.

He cried so sadly that Ai Ai was broken, and he could not help but wipe his face, his eyes, and his eyes were sotis fierce and sotis mournful.

He is not on the ground.

The face was buried in the arm for a long ti.

The smoldering gradually felt a numbness from the bottom of the foot and gradually cooled the whole body.

He felt his lips moving and heard himself asking.

"Xue ng, what do you say..."

Xue ng cried for a long ti, but it may not be that long. It was just that the smoldering felt that he had waited for the thunderous answer and waited for too long.

"Master..." Xue ng finally snarled. "He is gone."

The ink burned for a mont, but it was silent, and it was cold, only listening to it, and did not seem to understand what he ant.

Not there?

What is gone?

Where are you going?

Who is gone... Who is not there! !

Who is gone! ! !

Xue ng slowly raised his head, and his eyes seed to have hate, ridicule, and deepest sorrow.

"Do you know why he didn’t look back at that ti?"

"..."

"I said, after the completion of the crack, he has been ntally exhausted. Do you think that the suffocation of the ghost world is only on one of you? The enchantnt is a twin! How much damage you suffered, he also suffered the sa Only he supported it, and he didn’t say it."

The ink burns only feels a "squeaky" in the brain.

Didn’t he save the teacher in the past life, it is also...

I don’t dare to think about it anymore, and my fingertips are shaking slightly.

"Impossible... he is so self-confident..."

"When was he not pretending to be in front of people?" Xue ng said, his eyes were red and his tears fell. "After he ca down, he was already exhausted and gave you a defensive charm. He left you, not watching." You, what do you think is because?"

Xue ng’s words are sobbing blood.

"Shi Zun knows that he can’t hold it for too long. He has a high spirit. Once he reveals a flaw, it will lead to a lot of evil spirits... ink burning, ink burning... You think he is leaving, don’t you?"

Ink burning: "..."

"He is going to not bother you! In the rain! He is afraid of dragging you!"

"The innocent **** is closed after the corpse violently walks away, the top ten sects are **** to the dusk, and there are countless deaths and injuries. Who can care for you? I am all with the seriously injured elders who have returned to the dead, and found that you have disappeared. Xueng gasped for a while, groaning, "Mini rain, you brought him back... It was he who took the dicine to restore his body shape, then dragged you out and climbed out of the blood of the corpse, it was his body." Injury, I also gave you the last spiritual power..."

"impossible......"

"I brought you ho. At that ti, you still didn’t wake up. He was so fascinated that he was no different from mortals. He couldn’t use the spells any more. He couldn’t pass the sound. He could only carry you and step by step to climb the dead. The steps..."

"Do not......"

"Three thousand-level long-order...he is one...a person who is exhausted by spirit..."

The ink burns and closes the eyes.

He saw that under the moonlight, the still-lived Chu-Ningning carrying his dying self, crawling slowly on the endless stage, bloody, white mottled.

That person, once was so unattainable and unclean.

Beidou Xianzun, late night Yuheng.

The ink burns the throat and whispers, "I can’t...how...do it..."

"Yeah." Xue ng said here, but also stunned, red eyes.

"When I saw him, I felt that I was crazy. I saw the illusion. Because I was thinking too." He was almost sighed. "How... can you get it..."

"Impossible..." The ink sighed and whimpered, hugged his head, muttered helplessly, "Impossible..."

"The long-term blood is not exhausted, that is the way he takes you ho." Xue ng was extrely cruel because of hate, "Go look, ink burns. Go see."

"impossible!!!"

Extrely stunned and uncontrollable, the ink burned suddenly and angered. He slamd Xue ng, picked people up from the ground, and reached the wall, and the face changed.

"Impossible, never possible! How can he save ? He never loves , can’t look down on !"

"..."

Xue ng did not speak, and he was quiet, and suddenly smiled.

"Ink rain, not that he looks down on you."

In the flowing candlelight, Xue ng’s wet eyelashes lifted up, and he looked at him with all his hate.

"I missed you."

Ink burning: "..."

"I look down on you, the elders look down on you, the elders of the greedy wolf look down on you... what are you?" Xue ng almost shredded and smothered these words into his face, "贱."

"you--!"

Xue ng suddenly smiled, he looked up at the dark roof: "Incinenation, this life and death, to say that soone who can best see you, is him. But you will repay him."

He smiled and smiled, and suddenly closed his eyes, and tears fell.

This ti it was a soft choked.

"Ink burned, your Xia Shidi, my master, died."

The smoldering was really bitten by the most vicious snake in the world. He was burned and stunned and slamd his hands. He stepped back two steps, as if he had understood this sentence for the first ti.

He started to shake his body.

Xue ng suddenly called him: "Brother."

The ink burned back, but the back slamd into the cold wall, and there was no way to escape.

Xue ng finally stopped crying.

It’s just a tone, like a dead, calm and waveless.

"Brother, we have no masters anymore."

The author has sothing to say:

Two dogs: "..."

Forget it, the second dog 1.0 is now facing a collapse, the 1.0 system is completely disordered, let him digest the truth alone. ng ng, you co.

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