The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

Like responding to him, in the rolling melt, suddenly a huge lame foot is taken. The nail is as wide as the rut. This foot falls in the Ganquan Lake, and half of the lake is filled. Then the other foot fell again and stepped on the countless orange trees on the shore.

A huge roaring roared out of the sky, it turned a stiff skull, screamed in the sky, and screamed nine times, then held a shackle of a sharp axe, "嗬————" slammed ashore.

A huge axe into the soil, stirred up layers of heat waves, mud and stone rolling, grass and wood fold.

Seeing Xue Meng standing in the place will collapse, and suddenly a blue light, actually Nangong Liu holding a pair of swords, throwing out the aura and resistance. Only heard a bang, two forces collided, and the mud and broken wood burst. Xu Shuanglin supported the water system enchantment next to him and said: "Hit him between the two ribs! Have you seen it?"

"I have seen it." Nangong Liu gnawed his teeth and slashed his teeth. It was a soft appearance of the singularity of the singularity of the singularity. The ink burned and fixed, and I saw a fire in the chest of the skull. The shadow in the flame was a human figure that was tied. He wants to see it again, but it is not really because of the fire and the violent movement of the giant gong and Nangong Liu.

It is reasonable to say that Nangong Liu summoned this one from the **** to pay tribute to this one, and how to say it should be to let it be ordered by himself. But looking at Nangong Liu’s current posture, it seems that he has been forced to work hard with this thing.

This is really weird...

But there is no time to think about it, Xuemeng is still standing in the same place, and then it will be affected by this fight. The ink burns recalls the signing gesture of Chu Yuning, and he sighs low: "Hell, people!" The ten red willows came from all sides, and the pieces on the shore were wrapped up and then retreated to the periphery.

"Yes, you use it well."

The words of Chu Xiaoning definitely make the ink warm in the chest. At this moment, the people who like it are around, and the people who want to protect are also sheltered by the martial arts. The ink burns this time and they watch the battle, and the mind is more stable. .

He found that Nangong Liu’s attacking method was not able to get on the table, but the evasive and defensive are first-class. I don’t know if this person is not a child who prefers to practice this kind of spell. It’s no wonder that he used to kill Confucianism in his life. The head of the escape is faster than the rabbit.

Although the giant squad's offensive was hot, but due to the shape of the body, the action was sluggish, but for a time did not hurt the Nangong Liu half points, Nangong Liu along its forest skeleton is getting higher and higher, his robes show, the red tassels of the fight Fly - he stood on the chest ribs of the giant python, and through the white bones, he saw the person hanging in the heart position...

Nangong Liu Xian was a big drink, like a person who was relieved after the extreme suffering. The voice was twisted and twisted, and then he laughed loudly: "Ha ha ha... hahahahaha! I found it! Finally... I finally found you!!"

His twinkling eyes were bloodshot in the depths of the fight. He was angry and ecstatic, and said: "I found it!"

Wrapped in the flame is a man with a close look, who is thin and fragile, without a look that is too colorful, and a face that is easy to forget.

Nangong Liu constantly murmured, almost mad: "I found it, I found it... haha, hahahahaha... I found you... I found you..."

He jerked his sword in the blue light, and smashed toward the core of the giant python, the sleeping man!

Unexpectedly, at this moment, the dead man was suddenly looking up and suddenly opened his eyes. Xu Shuanglin shouted in his head and yelled: "Don't look at his eyes! My mother told you not to look at his eyes!" But Nangong Liu and the man are too close, he is almost unprepared and the man Four eyes are opposite, Nangong Liu only had time to see the eyes of the dog-like round eyes, the pupils were scarlet, flowing out of blood and tears, and then they felt the tears in the body.

He shouted "ah" and slammed down from the sky and fell to the ground. If Xu Shuanglin would hold up an enchantment to protect him, he would be able to break his muscles.

Xu Shuanglin walked quickly, and a pair of bare and bare feet squatted on the ground: "What do you think of him? Didn't you tell him about it, will you feel the suffering of his soul? You..."

Half of the mouth was spoken, and Nangong Liu staggered from the ground, and his fight fell, revealing a mess of hair, and messing with the next pair of panicked eyes.

"Ah...ah!"

The moonlight shone on his face without any cover. He rubbed his fingers and glared at his face with great pain, but it was useless. All the skin exposed to the moonlight night quickly began to split, burst open, and rolled out bright red. The tender meat, the blood does not flow down.

"what!!!"

Nangong Liu screamed and tried to cover his face with his sleeves, but this made his hands and arms also exposed in a panic, where the flesh began to tear quickly and flesh and blood mottled.

The ink burning and Chu nightning looked at the distance, they are unbelievable - what happened to Nangong Liu?

He actually... can't directly shine into the moonlight?

The robes were smashed, and the eagle-winged hunting shook. Xu Shuanglin took off his robe, and covered his face on the face of Nangong Liu. He covered him tightly, and he stood in a white coat and stood in the winter night. Also don't feel cold at all. His clothes were slightly open, and his head was strong and his chest was slightly undulating. When he saw Nangong Liu soft as a squatting squat sitting on the ground, he was annoyed at the moment, picking up bare bare feet and kicking his head in disrespectful manner. One foot: "When you sit and do something, you can't get it! If you have gathered up the spiritual power, you haven't killed it yet. You shouldn't think about it in your life!"

Who knows that Nangong Liu’s wasteful glutinous waste snacks, even a nose and a tear sitting on the ground, cried: "I am so dead... I am not as good as death, I am really as good as death... I have blood on my face... ...the hand is also... I can't stand it... Frost Forest, I can't stand it... You are for me..."

"I am for you and me for you, everything is for me!" Xu Shuanglin was so angry that he slammed his face on his face. "Why don't you just give me the position of the head, let me take it for you." Forget it!"

"Do you think I don't want to!" Nangong Liu was thrown to the ground and squatted. "Do you think I don't want to! I have been tired! The curse left by Luo Fenghua has killed me forever! He made me here. You can't take off in the eternal world! You come! I can't wait for someone to replace me! I just hate to pick up the ring!"

“Luo Fenghua?” The ink burned low. “This name is so familiar, like where I heard it.”

"...that was the door of Confucianism before Nangongliu." Chu Yuening listened to the dialogue between the two of them, and his eyebrows were very tight. "Only two years later, he died of malaria."

The ink burned a bit: "The Confucianist generation was inherited by the Nangong family, and how could there be a name for the family? Shouldn't it be Nangong?"

"Normally, it should be surnamed Nangong, but Luo Fenghua is the leader of the Confucianism through the right to seize the right."

Listening to Chu Yuning’s saying, the ink burned up and remembered that a book he had read earlier actually mentioned this person when he recorded the history of the Confucianism, but there was not much ink, but because of the history of the Confucianism Huge chaos, the enmity and grievances involved in it are too many, and there is really no interest in watching this family book. Therefore, when reading, he only turned it over and did not go into it.

He slightly widened his eyes: "The Confucianist Gate was shackled?"

"Well. Because this thing is not glamorous, and involves the current head, so few people will mention it now." Chu Xi Ning said, "Nan Gongliu is a hard-won position. When he was young, his father went into flames. He died. Although he was appointed as a successor before his death, Nangong Liu had a younger brother. The younger brother was very proud and unbelievable. He refused to accept this decision. He won the Confucianism and the ring on the night of his father’s death, replacing the Nangong. Liu, become the master of one."

"The person in the position should also be his younger brother. It should also be called Nangong. How can it be surnamed Luo?"

"You listen to me." Chu Yuening looked at the distant Nangong Liu Yan to climb up from the ground, draped the clothes given to him by the Frost Forest elders, and once again went to the flames of the giant chest to continue Dao, "Nan Gongliu’s younger brother was **** and brutal. After just three months of taking the position, he killed two of the masters of the upper monk, saying that it was because of the Lingshan Conference. These two people were because of the Confucianism. I gave him a little shoes to wear, and did not judge the outcome fairly.... Later, it was a mischief. All the people who condemned him were arrested and pulled to the square of the Confucianism, and they dug their eyes one by one. I did not see it. I have seen the catastrophe, but there are books on it. The eyes he dug down were loaded with three carriages before they were all shipped away."

The ink burns in the heart, silently.

At this time, he should be angry with a few words to be normal, but what position does he have to export?

In the rest of his life, Chu Xiening did not know what he had done in the past. He burned the people of the city of Confucius in the 72nd city because of his own private sorrow. He also hanged the city owner of one of the cities with Lingqi. In one breath, he tortured him for a whole year before he let the man die.

In fact, this time I came to the Confucianist Gate, and I also tried to avoid the face of the city owner. The hatred of him and the man was too deep.

He is afraid of seeing him, and he will make something mad.

Until now, there is still fierceness.

What qualifications does he have for others to be **** and brutal?

Over there, Nangong Liu stepped closer to the core of the giant python, and once again went to the burning flame. The closer he is, the closer the sword is in his hand.

Chu night Ningdao: "Luo Fenghua is the master of the man, and he is unacceptable to his atrocities. He and the Nangong Liu are transformed together. The two men started their troops one night and successfully drove the man off the door of the Confucianist door. However, under the power of power, Luo Fenghua held the palm of his hand and did not hand it to Nangong Liu..."

The ink burned: "Is he wearing it himself?"

"Not bad." Chu said, "Every martial art door is attached with a powerful spiritual bonus. These tokens recognize the Lord, and the ring of the Confucianist Gate is the same. Whoever wears it is, unless the sects change hands. Otherwise, only death can be broken."

"...Now Luo Fenghua died in power for two years. Is it because Nangong Liu killed him in order to regain his position?"

Chu night Ning shook his head: "The Confucianism is saying that Luo Fenghua is sick and dead. After he died of illness, Nangong Liu regained his finger, but the truth is, no one can say it. You see Nangong Liu Fei trying to lead this monster. Coming out of the fight, swearing in the mouth and cursing something... I am afraid that things will not be that simple."

The smoldering also felt that things would not be so simple, but he still had a question in his heart: "What about the younger brother? The younger brother of Nangong Liu, after being ousted from the stage?"

"Dead." Chu Xi Ning said, "On the night of the transformation, Luo Fenghua cleared the portal and personally understood the life of his apprentice. It is said that it was a thousand knives and became a meat."

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

He couldn't help but burst into a vain heart. If his heart was done in his previous life, he would know that he would have to clean up the door. He would also want to clean up the door and smash him into pieces. ?

I was thinking about it, and I heard a loud bang. The sword of Nangong Liu stabbed the man wrapped in the python, and screamed at the moment, causing a very painful roar, the giant bones of the white skeleton. Stepping on the ground one after another deep pit, it angered and waved, slaps a large piece of orange grove, the golden fruit rolled down and was crushed.

In this sigh of blood and fruit, the giant python suddenly stood still, and then slammed on the ground, the lava splashed, and its white bones turned into powder, and the smoke disappeared...

Nangong Liu took out a long sword and grabbed the man who fell from the giant clam. He said with ecstasy: "I did it! I am free! The curse is broken - the curse is broken! Hahahaha!"

He fell down the wind and landed on the ground. At this time, a group of distant sights were not right. The monks who came from the poetry hall also came to Ganquan Lake.

On the night of the lonely moon, Jiang Yan saw the roaring magma. The face of Qingjun’s solitary face was amazed: “There is no fire?” He immediately raised his hand and lowered a layer of water powder on each of the people behind him. The spell skills of a martial art defense are different. Generally, they use enchantment, but they can use the spirit powder to protect against the blaze.

After doing all this, Jiang Yan looked back and angered and asked: "Nan Gongliu, what is going on?!"

Nangong Liu did not answer, he clung to the man who came out of the giant clam, the flame wrapped around the man's body had disappeared, and there was power and consciousness lost. He did not blink again, but There is no difference between ordinary dead bodies and weak powers between the claws of Nangong Liu.

Xue Zhengxuan saw the ink burning and Chu nightning, immediately rushed over, anxiously shouted: "Chun children, Yu Heng, are you okay? Meng... Menger?!!"

The ink burned and appease him: "Xue Meng is fine, he is there -"

Xue Zhengyi looked at the place he pointed to. Seeing that Xue Meng’s whole person was wrapped in a huge rattan, only a pale face was exposed, and he could not help but change. He stumbled and went to Xuemeng. . The ink burned him: "Uncle, he is only temporary and will be good. It will be better in a while. He will be safer in the vine, you don't go, you stay with us."

Xue Zhengxuan hurriedly said: "What happened in the end?! It seems that there are ghosts coming to the world, the head of Nangong..." He said, looking back, seeing Nangongliu standing in the lava, and his arms The lifeless dead body, the voice suddenly stopped.

He suddenly felt that something was wrong, that dead body, how familiar?

It seems that a long time ago, it was really too long before... He seems to have seen this man’s face...

This person's five senses are too ordinary, it is easy to drown in the past years, Xue Zhengyi can not remember for a moment. But he didn't think it was right. It was all wrong. At this time, he saw Nangong Liu suddenly raised his face, his face was **** and his mouth was wide open.

Nangong Liu laughed haha, and his eyes shone with strange brilliance, which was completely different from his usual charming and welcoming appearance.

There are leaves in the crowd who have arrived, and there are also Nangong Temple.

Nangong whispered: "Father..."

Ye Tsang has seen Xu Shuanglin next to him, and he said: "Father?!"

Xu Shuanglin glanced at the leaf and shook his head, indicating that she would not come over. In the fiery lava, his clothes were slightly open, and the loose white blouse swayed with the wind. His face was covered with a lazy smile, and his chin was slightly lifted, looking at the lively hustle and bustle of the eyes, the red lotus hell.

The bare bare feet stepped on the ground, the rounded toes moved, and the sparks of the stars were stepped on, then he lowered his head and seemed to be waiting for something. The fire reflected in his eyes, like a golden red squid from the dark night pool. Midstream.

"Yeah!!"

Suddenly, a female repair in the crowd burst into exclamation.

Xu Shuanglin did not look up, just smiled. He certainly knew what had happened, and he had heard the sound of chewing on flesh and blood.

Behind him, Nangong Liu hooped the man's shoulder. Under the moonlight, he tore the man's neck and greedily sucked the plasma juice.

After that scream, no one made a noise, no one accused, and everyone didn’t understand for a moment what happened in front of this scene. Everyone was shocked...

The world’s first Confucianist, the head of the palace, Nangong Liu, actually so stunned and licking a corpse?

How can this be……

"father!!!"

Nangong Temple was the first to collapse. He went crazy to Nangong Liu, and Ye Ye couldn’t hold him. He ran with him to Nangong Liu.

"Father, what are you doing? What are you doing?"

"Head -"

Nangong Liu was not smug, still chewing, and the clothes he used to cover his face had long since fallen. The red flesh of the flesh was rolling over under the moonlight, causing him to become more and more painful. The more pain he suffered, the more he went to chew. The flesh and blood of the corpse, as if it was a sweet spring, is a bitter medicine, and he is unreasonable.

Some monks couldn't stand it, and the voice of vomiting came from the crowd. Some people whispered in a powerless way: "How could this be..."

"Crazy... crazy..."

"Disgusting……"

The moonlight slowly moved, and it was photographed on Nangong Liu. The Nangong Liu first bowed his head, and the mouth was drowned with water and pus, and then he suddenly looked up and opened the mouth of the sticky blood basin. He trembled and screamed: "Ah!! !!啊啊啊!!!"

The flesh and blood on his face did not heal because he had eaten the man's body, and the pieces were still split in the moonlight.

He was full of blood, only white in the eyes, he threw the body on the ground, stepped on his feet, and slammed back to Xu Shuanglin's clothes, the animal snarled: "What happened? Why? No use... no use!"

His meridians and roots burst, his hands trembled, his eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes, and large teardrops rolled down because of severe pain.

"Pain... hurt me... hate can't die... hate can't die!!" He sipped low, almost desperate, suddenly he thought of something, and released Xu Shuanglin, bowed his head to the heart of the man, " Spirit nucleus! It must be that power is not enough... I want to eat his spiritual nucleus! Spirit nucleus... Spirit nucleus..."

He sneaked into the swordsman's chest, and he couldn't help but rub, full of blood, almost mad.

At this moment, a claw clawed into the back of him, and he pierced his chest rib!

Blood arrogant!

When Nangong Liu was awkward, it seemed that he had not reacted to what had happened, and he did not feel pain. He looked back so slyly.

He stared at the bloodshot eyes and saw Xu Shuanglin carrying his face with a clean, refreshing face with a smile.

"What to eat? You are a waste of this kind of person."