The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

The teacher slammed his mouth, and the white cheeks twitched slightly, similar to the shame of being slapped. But he still licked his lips: "You really have no face left for me."

As he said, his hand touched the lower jaw of Chu’s late night, but he was avoided by the night of the night.

The teacher narrowed his eyes, and for a moment his face was raining, but in the end it was extinguished as a sea of ​​no waves.

"Don't say this." After restoring calm, the younger sister is still a gentle face. "You are a dead brain anyway. You used to want to kill him in the past life? But when you come to the head, you have no heart. You Even before the death, he put his own broken soul into his heart."

The teacher did not make a mistake. In the year of Kunlun Snowy, the life and death of the Kunlun Snows, Chu nightning touched the forehead with his fingertips for the last time. In fact, he was actually a remnant of his own.

In his life, in the end, the soul overflowed, and he stayed in the past in the burning of the body, and left it to the past himself. All that remained, he held the hope of the sorrow and gave it to the emperor.

Chu Xiening does not know how to break the flower in the third stage, but since the flower needs the soul of the curse to be able to bloom, then injecting his own soul may change.

He is not a disability, he has done his best to do it. He has always killed and decided, the only soft heart is the slight rain.

Because there is still a glimmer of hope that can be redeemed, so in the end, he still did not kill him. He did not hesitate to sacrifice his own broken soul, only hope to bring the former ink to the world.

Although he was not sure if it was useful at the time.

It seems that he saw his inner thoughts. The teacher smiled and said: "If you do that, you can't remove the mites in the ink-burning chest, but it can really disturb his mood, make him good and bad, and eventually become crazy. I will die from my death."

"..."

Chu night Ning looked slightly moving and raised his eyes.

In fact, when he contacted the stepping fairy who had no heartbeat in Lushan, he had already guessed the ending of the previous life, but when he heard the words "death and death", his heart was still dull. of.

The teacher looked at him and continued: "Master, you did it, you did protect him, and I didn't even know what happened. His soul was still born again. Oh, I still don't understand, you also It’s a waste person. How did it ruin my plan? You... I’m really surprised.”

His soft, grassy eyelashes fell, close, and seemed to want to kiss Chu.

Chu night Ning slammed back to the gods, raised his hand like a power, grabbed his throat, and his hands were violent.

The teacher did not change his look at half a point. He casually pinched Chu’s wrist, and seemed to have expected Chu’s reaction.

He laughed: "How? Master still wants to ruin me for the second time, the third time? It's a pity that it is too late, it is impossible."

When the voice fell, only the snake sounds, and a golden snake snakes out from the wide sleeves of the teacher, and bites a bit at the arm of Chu.

The snake did not know how to be fed, only a glimpse, the pain is difficult. Chu Xiaoning took off his hands and was held by the teacher's wrist, tied to the bedpost in a more humiliating position than before.

"You don't have to worry, this snake is not poisonous." The teacher tied his hands and then sat down. The cold white fingers touched the snake body of the golden ring snake, and the peach eyes were skewed. "This snake is specialized." Feeding for you, you will be weak when you take a bite. I am afraid of the Master, and I can only do it."

As soon as the teacher raised his hand, the snake sneaked into the sleeve and disappeared.

"Speaking, the past life is forced to helpless, let you stay with the ink rain for so long, I am actually very reluctant." He stood up, his fingertips calmly, actually began to remove his cloak, then the robe, and then... ...

Chu Xiaoning’s face changed abruptly, but it was disgusting: “Shi Mingjing –!”

The teacher is only a soft smile, approaching the late night of Chu: "Tell you a little secret. When you were married in the past, I went to the banquet as Hua Binan."

"!"

"Tai Xianjun has his selfishness and puts you in red silk, so that guests can't see your looks. I only know that he has a slap in the face, but I know that it is you. So after that day, I didn't have it. Go, I went to the Honglian otter - he came in later."

The teacher’s eyes flashed in the eyes.

"At that time, although he was controlled by a locust, I was able to think independently, so I can't let him find me. I hid and didn't leave."

Chu nightning shivered in detail, because of anger, but also because of extreme nausea.

The teacher sat down, and a pair of cool, cool hands slowly stroked his chest: "Do you know?"

His voice was hoarse and his eyes were greedy.

The fingertip moved down one inch and one inch, stopped at the abdomen of Chu night, and began to solve the girdle.

"You were lying under him that night, and he was painted with medicine, and he went to the waves and called... Hey, really." The eyes of the teacher were red, and they wanted, "Let me be thirsty for two lifetimes." ”

Chu nightning only felt shame, but the memory of the two worlds was extremely disappointing, and he was bitten by the golden ring snake. He had no strength at all. He broke his silver teeth: "Shi Mingjing, you fuck, give me a roll." Go out!"

The teacher sneered out loudly: "On the last bed, why is it so fierce, anyway, you have already been slept by your own apprentice. Do not pretend to be reserved?"

"Get out!!"

"Kneeling down to serve an apprentice, or two, is the same." The teacher is calm and unwilling. "I don't mind, why don't you enjoy it? Maybe my technique is not worse than him."

"you give me--"

When the voice did not fall, I heard a cold voice coming from the door.

"You get out of me."

Chu night Ning was like a thunder, slamming his head, Shimen did not know when it had been opened. An unrecognizable man embraced the black gold knives and stood against the semi-open secret room door. He went up to Mori, and his back was quite straight.

The teacher narrowed his eyes: "Is it...? So fast?"

The man's heavy steps stepped in, wrapped in chills, and the interior lights swayed, and the candlelight was cold on his black slim leather armor. At this time, I can finally see his appearance. He has a pair of narrow legs, wrapped in boots, and a thin silver belt with a silver dragon head cover, a sterling silver weapon, a sharp hand guard on the wrist, and black dragon scale gloves.

Going up again, it is a handsome face, and the heroic spirit between the eyebrows is almost extravagant - step on the emperor!

The emperor's body exudes a chilly and **** sigh, as if he had just returned from the battlefield.

He raised his eyes, and even pale blood on his cheeks, his eyes like a bayonet, staring at the two people on the bed.

To be precise, he should only have a look at the night of the night, and then his eyes are straightforward and clear.

"Roll." The teacher saw him enter the house, first cold on his face, then straightened up and slowly sat up.

"Are you going to kill someone who is going to be alone in the moon?"

"No killing." Stepping on the side of the fairy, while walking to the white teeth, biting the edge of the glove, pick it up, revealing the hands of the bones below. He threw the blood-stained gloves on the table, staring at the teacher, and yelling, "I know each other. You don't have one of your souls."

The teacher’s face is also not good-looking, saying: “You better figure out who you are talking to.”

"This seat only knows if you are unhappy." Stepping on the cold and cold, "You got into the wrong bed and started."

"When is it your turn to call me three?"

Stepping on the dangerous king: "This seat has always been like this."

The teacher seems to be a little angry, and the scales in his eyes are flashing: "...I am your master!"

"How is it? The mountain is the land of this seat, and the person on the couch is the one in the seat." Stepping down the eyes of the fairy, the teacher is clear, the mouth is even with some ridicule, "Master. Please roll."

Stepping on the emperor and the teacher Ming net you say a word, **** for tat, the fire is splashing. Chu Xiu Ning, some do not know what the situation is, silently watching.

Shi Ming Jing Fang said that stepping Xianjun is dead, so what is this person in front of him? piece? Live?

Also, what he managed to suppress in the past was clearly the locust on the "burning" of this life. The Emperor of the last life, because it was too deep, could not be restored. Therefore, in theory, he should love the teacher and love him so much that he can't extricate himself. I can listen to this tone, and I didn’t take the teacher’s net as a thing.

...and, what is the so-called master, what is going on?

The teacher stared at Teng Xianjun for a while, then laughed and got up.

He did not know anything about Chu’s late night, but he was very clear.

——The last generation was burnt and self-destructive. When he suddenly lost his minions, he refining the dead body with the soul of the body and making a living dead. This living dead is very similar to Jane Chess, and is willing to listen to him and retain all the consciousness of life.

But I don't know where something went wrong, maybe because the damage suffered during his lifetime was too great, or perhaps he had suffered too many reversals in his life, and his body was already broken. In short, in this living dead, in the heart of Xianjun - about the recognition of the teacher Knowing is extremely confusing. He feels that the teacher is alive for a while, and then he will think that the teacher is dead, and sometimes he even forgets who the teacher is. Therefore, even if you face Hua Binan's face face to face, stepping on the fairy will not realize that this is the teacher, but simply think that this is the "master." And he is not very willing to listen to the owner's words.

"I really can't help you."

The sergeant stepped forward and poked the forehead of Xianjun: "Soul!"

After a sigh of energy, after this action, the stepping of the fairy was a stiff, the original sharp eyes suddenly became scattered, and lost the focal length in an instant.

"It is obviously what I am doing, I am more and more disobedient, I always sing against me, and I want to retaliate against me." The teacher patted his cold face. "But forget it, I don't blame you, you are Not a complete 'person'."

Step by step: "..."

"That's forbearing," said the teacher. "I will get that kind of thing after a few days, reinventing you, and you will be embarrassed."

After he finished this sentence, the control of stepping Xianjun reached the limit. This recovery speed made Shi Yan's face more and more gloomy. He didn't think that it was only for such a short time. The Huanren who stepped on Xianjun returned to Guanghua, even more determined and colder than before.

This kind of cold-cold gaze focused on the teacher's body, stepping on the fairy, awkward eyes, and then the nose bridge wrinkled, looks like a cheetah with a waiter: "Well? Why are you still not rolling?"

Say, the narrow fingers are pinched on the handle.

"Looking at the target for this seat?"

The teacher did not say anything more to him, or said that the embarrassment of stepping on the king was deep, and Rao was the "master". Shi Mingjing also knew that he could not hold the reins on his neck.

This dark Lord is terrible if it is crazy.

The teacher left.

After he left, Teng Xianjun stared at the night on the bed and looked at it for a while. His expression was subtle and quirky. He seemed to be trying to restrain something and couldn’t help but craving something.

Finally he sat down, reached out and grabbed the waist of Chu Yuning.

"I……"

I paused and didn't know how to continue, so I licked my lips and changed my mouth.

"you……"

Chu night Ning looked at him, but the four eyes were relatively long, and there was still no following. He slowly and stunned his eyes.

"Cough, this seat has an important thing to tell you."

"You said."

Stepping on the fairy prince for a moment, he said that "it is not very important, or it is not said."

"..."

After a while, I opened my mouth with a more determined attitude: "It doesn't matter whether it matters or not. Since you want to know, telling you is no problem."

Chu nightning: "..."

"In fact, this seat wants to say..." Stepping Xianjun took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and spoke extremely violently. "This seat wants to say that after so many years, it seems... there are some who miss you..."

He quickly added a sentence, "But I don't think much, just a little."

He only spoke these two words, and the handsome and pale face immediately showed a regretful expression.

Chu night Ning looked at him, the soul and memory of his two generations intertwined, he did not even know what kind of state of mind to face this man.

But stepping Xianjun did not give him time to think.

He seemed to be a little annoyed. He simply untied the ropes on the night of Chu, and pulled the man over. A big hand touched the back of the night, and touched it, and then a thick kiss was impressed and lingering.

Stepping on the lips is cold, but the desire is fiery.

In this anxious and anxious kiss, the past is overlaid.

Chu Xiaoning was kissed by him. These two men, two broken souls, finally kissed together and entangled each other through the dust of their two lives.

When I was stepped in the arms and kissed in the arms, Chu Jingning seemed to think a lot, and it seemed like there was a blank in the brain, and nothing could be caught.

But in the end, he knew that his eyes were wet.

Right or wrong, good or evil, everything is difficult to define, everything is no longer clear.

But when he kisses a man who no longer has a temperature, he knows.

Stepping Xianjun did not lie to him.

The ink burned did not lie to him.

He really missed him.