The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

"Yes, it is me!" said Mrs. Chen, crying. "But this is not what I wrote! How can I curse my children? I-"

"You can't write when you are awake, but you don't have to fall asleep."

Chu night Ning said, raised his hand, picked up the spiritual card, poured spiritual power into the palm, and suddenly there was a scream of sorrow and sorrow in the spirit card, followed by a thick blood from the card.

Chu night Ning eyes cold, sighed: "孽 孽 嚣 , 安 安 安 安 安 安 安 安 安 安 安 安 安 安 安

In the palm of the hand, the handwriting on the tablet was actually pushed back and down in the screams little by little, becoming bleak, and finally disappeared completely. Chu night Ning's slender and cold fingers were pinched again, and the entire tablet was shattered! !

The Chen family was shocked at the back. Not to mention the Chen family, even the teacher is shocked.

He couldn't help but sigh: "It's amazing."

I can't help but sigh in the burning heart, so fierce.

Chu Xiaoning side of the face of Zhang Junxiu's beautiful face, there is no expression on the face, only a few drops of blood on the cheek. He raised his hand and looked at the blood on his fingertips. He said to the Chen family: "You are staying in this yard today, don't go anywhere."

At this time, they dared to defy a little bit, and quickly said: "Good! Good! Listen to the commander!"

Chu nightning strode out of the day, swearing to wipe away the stains on his face, and the finger volleyed to Mrs. Chen and said: "Especially, you must never sleep. That thing will be upper body, even if you are sleepy again, Must be awake."

"Yes... yes!" Mrs. Chen replied in a row, and with tears, couldn't believe it. "Dao, my son... is it... is it all right?"

"For the time being."

Mrs. Chen stunned: "For the time being? Is it not always? Then, how can I keep my son's life?"

Chu night Ningdao: "Catch the demon."

Mrs. Chen’s heart was so anxious that she was inevitably a little rude, and she refused to be polite. She was anxious to ask: “When is that long-term plan to catch?”

"Immediately."

Chu nightning said, the person who swept Chen’s family glanced at him and asked: "Who do you know where the specific location of the red dragonfly was dug. Come to the individual and lead the way."

The eldest son’s wife, Yao, is a woman, but she is tall and grows quite a bit. Although her face is full of fear, she is calmer than others. When the next road said: "The place is chosen by me and my husband. I know the position. Let me take the lead."

Three people followed Chen Yao's, all the way north, and soon came to the land that Chen Jia bought.

There has been a martial law battle, there is no smoke around, the black hills are covered with grass, and there is no such thing as a worm.

Climbing to the mountainside, the horizon is wide open, Chen Yaoshi said: "The three leaders are here."

The place where the red dragonfly was dug was also pressed against the town's tombstone. When the ink burned, it laughed: "What can this rock be used for? What is it that the layman will do, move it."

Chen Yao’s panic: “The gentleman in the town said that the evil spirits in the town are pressed, and the evil spirits inside can’t come out.”

The ink burns the skin and laughs at the meat: "Mr.

"..." Chen Yao's way, "moving, moving, moving!"

Chu night Ning cold and cold road: "No need." After finishing raising his hand, the fingertips golden light little bit, the day asked to hear the call appear in his palm, followed by Liu Teng, the stone smashed into pieces! Chu night Ning noodles walked over without expression, standing on the pile of ruins, and the palms were lifted again, Shen Sheng said: "What are you hiding? Give me up!"

Underneath the strange noise of the grid, suddenly, a 12-foot-tall thick wood coffin broke out, and the sand was all dusty and dusty.

The teacher stunned: "This coffin is very evil!"

Chu night Ningdao: "Retreat."

After that, it was a backhand pumping, and the red dragonfly that was welded was asked by the sky. The golden sparks splashed all over the place. After the silence, the cover was bursting, the smoke was scattered, and the things inside were exposed.

There is a man in the coffin lying naked, naked, with a narrow nose and a handsome face. If it is not pale skin, he looks like he is asleep.

The ink burned a glance under the man's waist: blinking: "Oh, don't wear trousers, stinking."

Teacher: "..."

Chu nightning: "..."

Chen Yao’s exclaimed: “French!” He rushed past and wanted to get close to the coffin. Chu night Ning reached out and stopped, and asked an eyebrow: "Is this your husband?"

"Yes! My husband!" Chen Yao was shocked and sad. "How could he be here? Ming Ming has been buried in the grave. At that time, the shroud was well dressed. How could he..."

Halfway through, the woman cried and screamed: "How could this be! So miserable - so miserable! Master... sir!!"

Shimei sighed: "Mrs. Chen, please also mourn."

Chu Xiaoning and Mo-burning two people did not pay attention to this crying woman, Chu night Ning is not good at comforting people, ink burning is no love, two people staring at the body of the scorpion.

Although the past life has gone through this matter, there is no accident about what will happen, but the appearance still has to be loaded, so I touched the chin: "Master, this body is not right."

Chu nightning said: "I know."

"..."

The words of the burning of a stomach are the original sentences of the past generations of Chu and Ning and their analysis. In this life, I want to take out the earthquake and shock the night. As a result, the people are good, and the words "I know" are lost.

Shouldn’t Master be tempted to seduce people, encourage the disciples to express their thoughts, and praise and reward them? ?

The ink burned was not reconciled. I didn't hear the phrase "I don't know". I said, "There is no trace of decay on this body. Chen Dagong has been in trouble for more than half a month. According to the current climate, it should be festering and pus." The corpse in the coffin should accumulate a layer. This is one of them."

Chu nightning looked at him with a gaze of "Jun can continue to perform": "..."

"Second." The ink is not moving, and continues to recite the words of the confession of the late life of Chu. "Before the opening, the evil spirit of this red dragonfly is very heavy. After opening it, it is scattered. And this body is The evil is very small, and this is not normal."

Chu nightning: "..."

"The third, have you discovered that from the moment the coffin is opened, there is a sweet smell in the wind?"

The scent is very quiet. If you don't pay attention, you can't find it at all. When the ink burns, the teacher and Chen Yaoshi realize that there is indeed a faint sweetness in the air.

The teacher said: "Really."

Chen Yao’s smell smelled and his face changed: “This fragrance...”

The teacher said: "Mr. Chen, what happened?"

The voice of Chen Yao’s fear has changed: “This fragrance is the one hundred butterfly powder that my mother-in-law made!”

For a time, no one spoke, and the "Yang Shangren Chen Sunshi Li" written on the prophecy of the prophecy seemed to come to the fore.

The teacher said: "... Is this really what Mrs. Chen did?"

Ink burning: "Not like."

Chu Xiaoning said: "No."

The two talked almost at the same time and looked at each other after they finished. There is nothing wrong with Chu’s face: "Let's talk."

Ink burning is not polite to say: "As far as I know, Chen Jiafa is rich, relying on the old lady's special hundred butterfly powder, although the formula of this powder is not secret, but the finished product is not difficult to get. There are five or six girls in the town of Choi Butterfly. The smudges are all this spice. Not only that, but before we came to investigate, Chen Dagong himself seems to like the mother’s blended Bai Diexiang powder, often mixed in the soup bath. This fragrant bath, so it is not surprising that he has this taste on his body. The strange thing is..."

He said, turning his head again to the man who was naked and naked.

"People have been dead for half a month. This fragrance is actually the same as it was just smeared. I am right, Master?"

Chu nightning: "..."

"Tell me about it."

Chu nightning: "Well."

The ink burned and laughed: "I really cherish the word like gold."

He still didn't laugh twice. Suddenly, the robes flew, and Chu night yan took him back a few feet, and the golden light in his hands sparkled and the fire spattered.

"Beware."

The smell of the scented scented powder in the air suddenly became rich. As the scent drifted, the white mist appeared in the vegetation, and it began to diffuse at an alarming speed. In a moment, the whole mountainside was turned into a foggy sea, and suddenly it was impossible to reach out!

The ink burns in the heart.

The illusion is open.

"Ah!!" In the thick fog, the first scream of Chen Yao’s screams, "Dao Chang rescue -"

The last word has not yet been exported, and suddenly there is no sound.

Chu nightning fingertips ignited blue luster, hit a tracking spell on the ink burnt amount, said: "You take care of yourself, I will go and see the situation."

After that, I followed the sound and quickly disappeared into the dense fog.

The ink burned his forehead and whispered: "Well, even the position of the spell is exactly the same as the previous life. Chu nightning, you really haven't changed."

The fog came quickly and scattered quickly. It didn't take long for the fog to disappear, but the sight was even more amazing than the fog. At least the last year's ink burning is really scared.

After the fog was scattered, it was originally bleak and messy, and the grassy hillsides were gone.

Instead, it is a vast and elegant garden, pavilions and pavilions, water shacks, rockery and eucalyptus trees, and pebble trails.

When I burned this place, I was happy to roll it.

This tyrannical rumor is the illusion of the world. They were also lost in the past life. The smoldering first met the teacher, and in the case of being enchanted by the illusion, his first and only life kissed the other.

It was a pity that the teacher was probably frightened by the time, and he ran away with his ink and turned away. The swan to the mouth was removed from the plate without rubbing twice, and the taste was uncomfortable.

After the illusion was broken, the teacher did not care about him. The kiss in this illusion did not happen, and no one mentioned it. Sometimes at midnight dreams back, the ink burns will doubt whether it is too deep to conceive, the illusion of birth.

But whether it is a delusion, ink burns your lips, I thought, this time, I can't easily let the teacher run away! Must have one kiss enough!

The author has something to say: According to the history of the twenty words, the age of the ink has not yet been written, but this comprehension set the fifteen-year-old crown ceremony, the word. Because the selfishness really likes the three words of ink rain, I feel better than the ink burning, I want it to come out earlier, hahahaha