The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

Chapter 250: [龙血山] obsession

Only when the night is quiet, in this Wushan Temple, in the depths of the Sumu, when the ink burns and sleeps, Chu Ning can get up and put on the pale face.

I can say it softly: "Sorry, Master is not protecting you."

I have not protected you.

Let you become someone else\'s chess piece.

Become a tyrant of tens of thousands of people.

No one in the world knows your true meaning, I don’t know if you have been good, you have been pure, I don’t know if you have been troubled by the rainless days. You have laughed at the opening of the lotus pond.

Everyone in the world complains that you are cold-blooded, but I don’t know if you shyly scratched your head and said, "I, I have nothing to bear. If there is some spare money in the future, I will cover the house more and give me the same people as I used to." It’s good to settle down."

Everyone hates you for killing and killing, but I don’t know if you told me: "Master, I want a **** like Wu. It can distinguish between black and white, but it can save lives."

Everyone is cursing you, everyone is guilty.

I know the truth, but I can\'t keep your dignity.

About the person who burns this kind of eye is always very sensitive to his eyes, even if he falls asleep. His eyes were slightly moving, and he did not react with the late night, and the blind man opened it: "You..."

The end is four-eye relative.

"What are you looking at?"

Chu Xiaoning’s emotions have been stretched to the extreme. He didn’t know how to deal with it, so he turned over and avoided talking with the ink, and then said: “Nothing.”

The ink burned without speaking. After a while, a warm body embraced him from behind, and the strong chest was attached to the back of Chu.

In the dark night, Chu night Ning opened his eyes, the breeze blowing in front of him, behind him is the hot chest of the Emperor. The man’s voice is not ridiculous or lazy. It’s faint: “You are cool and sweaty.”

Say, go down and sniff on the neck.

“Is it a nightmare?” The ink burned lightly, with some leisurely people waking up, “smelling some scary taste.”

Chu night never answered, but he did shiver in detail.

Not afraid, because sadness and self-blame almost destroy him. He almost exhausted his strength and only calmed down to keep this last point.

In the end, he succeeded in making a pass from the ink-burning eyelids. The ink burned did not notice his strangeness. After he yawned, the person gradually became awake. He went to sniff and sniffed the shoulders and hair of the late night, and he snorted with satisfaction.

"But then, your body, how do you even have some floral fragrance?" He smiled and laughed. "It\'s the same shape as a man."

If you usually ridicule this way, it will be a sorrowful sorrow.

But this night, the ink burned for a while, but did not wait for the response of Chu Yuning. He had some accidents, so he just got up and turned over the whole person, and re-tightened him. The broad figure completely shrouded the people under him.

His eyes looked into his eyes.

He lay under him, and he only had each other in his eyes.

The candlelight that had never been extinguished in the temple penetrated through the overlapping stacks of gauze. In such dim light, the ink burned against the handsome face that was close at hand.

Still the sword is sharp, the eyes are flying, the nose is high, and the eyebrows are naturally proud.

But I don\'t know why, I always feel that something is wrong tonight.

"What happened to you?" He reached out and touched Chu’s cheek. The fingertips came from a shudder, and the people underneath squinted at the eyes, all the emotions, and they could not bear it.

The smoldering is completely awake from the shackles.

He is thrilled.

Chu night Ning\'s eyebrows are also good, the thin lips of water, or the thin and fragile face of the tires... All of this makes the conquest in his chest greatly satisfied.

But there was a vagueness of uncertainty, and the ink burned and patiently asked him again: "What the **** are you doing?"

Chu night Ning opened his eyes, and the half-baked scorpion flashed with shimmering luster.

The pain and depression in his heart was nowhere to be vented, and he became a hoarse voice: "How do we get to this point today?"

"..."

"If you stop early, it will not be the same."

The ink burned did not answer. He felt that Chu’s late night was quite ridiculous. He had already lost his own hand for so long. He became a pro, sealed up and became a ban.

Everything is a foregone conclusion, why do you think about it tonight, and have this idea.

There is no one in the Wushan Temple at night, only the pair of grievances on the bed. The scent of flowers floating outside the window of Xuan makes the feeling of burning soft, and I don’t really want to get angry with this man who doesn’t know how to be good.

His patience with Chu is better than the patience of the Queen.

Therefore, he happily glared at the lateness and pain of Chu Yuning, groaning, his heart itch, and the heat was like a flame and ignited.

So he rarely laughed with it, with some laziness: "If you find the head of the emperor earlier, how do you want to stop this seat?"

Fingertips are adjusted. Stepping on the fairy is **** and tired: "Do you take your body?"

Looking at the layer of the moment in the middle of the night, I couldn’t tell the unclear complex emotions. The burning eyes were so cold and sullen. After a moment, he cursed in a low voice.

He couldn\'t stand any temptation from him, whether it was intentional or not.

There is no excessive explanation and no foreplay.

Just like the beasts, he lifted the long, firm legs of Chu’s late night, and some of them rushed down –

If it is the eight bitter long hate, it will be born because of desire. Is it possible for this kind of residual body to ignite the heat of its own?

he does not know.

[There is a small river crab crawling over, it’s really small, if you don’t mind, see the old place.]

Very messy.

Everything is messy.

Chu nightning listened to the ink burning in his own ears and kept asking, kissing, breathing, the enthusiasm of pain and eroticism is like a rush of wind and rain.

For the first time in his life, he felt that he was like a duckweed. He couldn’t grasp anything. He couldn’t control anything and couldn’t change anything.

This night, he was so vulnerable for the first time.

Even worse, although he did not answer, the ink burned quickly from his trembling and his look to see the angle and position he could not stand.

[There is a small river crab, very small and small, it doesn\'t matter if you don\'t look at it. If you want to see it, see the old place.]

So the sky was overwhelming, and the bed was almost overturned. The pillows were all wrong and slipped to the ground, but the two people who were entangled in the fierceness could not care.

This kind of blending can even be said to be lingering.

The palace man who even swayed the night, and saw the night of Ning, the cheeks were a little reddish, and there were some flaws in his eyes.

He lost it to him, and he was also stimulated by him to dispel the gods, and the blind man was smashed.

In fact, this should be regarded as the second time that Chu Xiaoning was under house arrest. For the first time, he was directly released by ink burning without being used.

In the daytime, he heard the ink burning in a low voice and said: "We have come to this point today, it is a matter of course, do you know why?"

"..."

"I wanted you very early." The fingers of the burning ink did not enter the long hair of the late night of Chu. "I hate that you are tall and look indifferent. No matter what I do, I can\'t ask you a good sentence."

Chu Xi Ning is a tingling feather, almost stinging.

The man was still mumbling on his hair. It is him who is obviously bullied. The man who gets the cheap thinks about the past but is like a blame: "No matter how much I do, I will not look at me."

no.

There has been a gentleness between you and me. There has also been a pot of wine in the flower room. There is an umbrella in the rain, and a moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival. But you have forgotten it, and I can\'t mention it now.

"So, look. Only when you break your hands and feet, your bones are pulled away, your claws are pulled out, and you will lie down under me." The ink burned and kissed him, his voice was crazy and warm. "I only have to step on the emperor." In order to bully you, torture you, force you, trample on you."

The released place is still hot, pulsating between flesh and blood.

"You can see what you are like now." The ink burned softly. "Even if you are inferior to hell, you are judged to be incapable of being super-existent. It is worthwhile. It is enough to stimulate."

He touched the night hair of Chu, and he did not withdraw at the end.

That is, from this day on, the beginning of the ink burning has this habit - even if I know that Chu will rather become sick, knowing that there is such a bad, he is not willing to come out.

There is a hot fire in his heart, and his desires are splashing, and the beast is awkward.

Only Chu Xi Ning is his water, his jealousy, the man he wants to tear and tear and want to kiss the residual limb.

And what about Chu Ning? After the initial pain, he finally began to sink slowly, slowly starting to be alone, combing all the known clues, thinking about the people behind the scenes to plant the long-sucking flowers, what to plot, and ultimately want What is it?

On the other hand, although the book wrote that the long hate flower is in the third stage, it is impossible to pull out, but Chu Ning is still reluctant to give up.

He has never been convinced and lost.

He does not accept his life.

In this way, after a day and a day.

After the lack of spiritual power, Chu nightning is very difficult to do, not to mention the second person.

It’s hard to find out the black hand behind the scenes. It’s even more awkward to remove the long-sucking flower, but the purpose of the person’s control of ink burning is becoming more and more obvious.

Because the ink burns began to practice in the air.

"Rebirth, this seat can not be practiced."

I still remember the day when the ink burned, standing in front of the window, looking at the sly scorpion outside, faintly said, "Look at the file, saying that it is necessary for the yinful talents to learn." He said, he looked back and saw Chu night Ning glanced: "I intend to repair the first ban."

“Time and space are dead and dead?”

"Or what else."

"...you can\'t learn."

The ink burns and smiles: "I always try to bow again. Nothing is done, what may be impossible."

Chu nightning shook his head and said: "This first ban was changed against the sky, tearing two irrelevant red dust, never being for heaven -"

He has not finished speaking, and the words are interrupted.

The look of ink burning is very lazy: "What is Tiandao? Why do you want it to accommodate me? The most unbelieving in this life is life."

He then began to put into practice. The first ban had been lost for a long time, and the ink burned for the sake of the ninety-five. It was hard to receive a roll of ancient early extensions, and the most important chapter was missing. There is no complete secret, even if the ink is burning and even fierce, it can only be built into a space door, and it can not really tear the time and space.

And that is, since then, Chu nightning began to understand what it is like to be the one who burns the ink on the ink.

Certainly not for the unification of the world. What he suspects is that the ultimate goal of that person is to open the door to life and death. And it is not a small crack, I am afraid that I want to thoroughly integrate the two red dust.

Only a very small number of people, such as the burning of this natural and powerful hegemonic talent, can do this.