The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

The confession of ink burning is over. There was no sound in the heart of Dan’s temple, and it was silent.

What is wrong? What is wrong?

Although the individual's heart is self-considered, it can't say absolutely.

The ink burned did not go to see the face of Xue Zhengyi's family. He hung his eyelashes and said halfway: "In those days, I thought I was going to die in the sea of ​​fire. But when I woke up, I found myself lying in the dead. The gentleman sat on my bed and saw that I woke up, just hold my shoulder and tell me - from now on, I am the son of a dead child."

He paused and chuckled: "It is the uncle's nephew."

On the ground of the Danxin Temple, Du Ruo can be embroidered, and the ink burns and looks at the purple and red, and the expression is light.

"That bag to inquire about Mr., I am afraid that I have no money to take. So when my uncle rescued me from the drunken jade building, he anxiously asked him if he was the child he was looking for. He nodded." This point has changed my destiny."

Master Xuanjing sighed: "Amitabha, ink donor, can you be safe? For so many years, have you ever thought about confessing with Xue Zun?"

"Why didn't you think about it, I was very upset when I woke up, I wanted to be honest."

The burning eyes looked awkward and seemed to see the years passed by.

"But, when I heard that I woke up, my uncle... I came to see me. My mother gave me a noodle. I remember lying three poached eggs, all of them, and full of fluffy foam. She told me... I was afraid that I just woke up, didn't digest, and chopped it before I swallowed. Xue Meng also came over and sent me a whole box of cakes."

Slowly.

"I ate the bowl of noodles, those flower cakes. I can't say anything about the truth. They smiled at me like this, treat me well... If I said, the fire of the drunken house is for me, I killed you. The nephew, your younger siblings... What will happen?" The ink burned softly. "I can't say it. This sentence swallows in the throat, the more it goes to the back... I don't know what to say."

Master Xuanjing sighed: "Hey..."

"I know what kind of person is innocent. His temper is lazy and frivolous. I didn't know if my uncle knew him very much at first, so he did his best to do it with every move. Later, I found that my uncle didn't know, I didn't know. Everything is subject to him.” Moe said that he paused for a while and continued to sigh. “... In the end, I have a deep-hearted blood debt with the Moyan family. But in the end, I occupied their loved ones.”

Everyone in the dead and the dead is awkward, and many disciples or elders who have had contact with the ink have stood up, and their hearts have mixed feelings. Xue Zhengyi and Mrs. Wang did not speak, and they looked at the burning figure.

This child, from no less to a generation of masters, they watched him grow up.

But now tell them that all this is wrong from the beginning.

The smoldering is not their scorpion, and even worse, they are even separated by human life, through blood.

What should I say?

What to do?

Xue Zhengyi did not know that Mrs. Wang was not clear.

They have not seen "Mu Nian", and all the owing and sorrow for the deceased brothers are pinned on this child called the smoldering. They don't know who the ink is, but they touched the smoldering hair and took the ink. The hand was smothered by ink, "uncle", "aunt".

Xue Zhengyi is in a mess.

In the silence, the wood smoke said: "The ink burns, although you are pitiful, but the crimes are so tiring, don't be light. If you count down, how much do you know how much you have committed?"

The phlegm was not like Tianyin Pavilion, he closed his eyes and did not answer.

The wood smoke is stunned by him, and his voice is like a bell. His voice Lang Lang: "You kill the mortal, set fire to the building, defraud the identity, lie to the son - on the top of the mountain, you know that you are carrying the blood of the Nangong family, but Cold-eyed, unpredictable, lonely night, you open the killing, blood splashing hall - what are you asking for?"

"I repeat, the people of the lonely moon night are not me. It is the two worlds after the opening of the door of life and death. That person is not me at all."

"Life and death is the first ban, it has not been opened for thousands of years. Don't you think your pretext is too ridiculous?" The wooden cigarette was cold and cold. "I am afraid that you are not a shackle after you are a Nangong. Want to design subversive ups and downs?"

"The wooden cabinet has too much words." Jiang Yan heard this and couldn't help but frown. "In my opinion, there is no motive for wanting to subvert the upper and lower circles. If he wants to do these things, he will be free in Lushan. Some means, I am afraid that the top ten sects will suffer a lot. These places are full of doubts, and they are not clear before, and they are cautious."

The wood smoke from the cold eyes screamed at him: "Jiang Jiangmen does not have to speak for him. Even if he does not intend to subvert the realm of cultivation, he will be guilty of his previous sins, and it is enough to go to Tianyinge to ask for trial."

After she finished her speech, she raised her hand and directed her to follow me: "Take the ink and take it away."

"Wait!"

The wooden cigarette was off the side and looked at Xue Zhengxuan: "School Master has something to say?"

Xue Zhengxuan’s face was green and red. He didn’t seem to understand why he would stop the wood smoke. It’s been his habit to see his ink burned for so many years.

He couldn't sit and let Tianyin Pavilion take people away like this.

But what should he say? Retain it?

Xue Zhengyi closed his eyes and his teeth trembled finely. He only felt cold and felt hollow in his heart, like something important to be smashed.

He buried his face in his palm, and he was always insane. At this moment, he was shocked by aging and embarrassment.

"Does Xue Zun want to talk to his nephew?"

The wood smoke is notorious, intentionally or unintentionally used the word "scorpion", let Xue Zhengyi as the wind in the wind, tremble.

"I..." Xue Zhengyi’s throat was hoarse, "burning... ink burning..."

He didn't even know how to call him.

The ink burned no longer made him embarrassed. He closed his eyes, took the first few steps, and bowed down to Xue Zhengyi.

Three to nine.

Someone is swearing: "Well, what to do."

"Awkward..."

The smoldering turned a deaf ear to this, and the ceremony was over. He got up and was ready to leave.

However, at this time, Xue Meng suddenly rushed into the Dan Heart Hall. His Dragon City was full of black blood and was extremely shocking. He shouted: "Outside -"

"what happened?"

"There are a large number of rare chess pieces to kill, and many of them are the dead soldiers of the Lushan Confucianism!!"

Everyone is amazed! Rushing out of the temple - only see the shackles of death and death, hundreds of clouds outside the sky, countless monks vacated the sword, robe sleeves hunting and flying. Half of these people wore a uniform black robes, wearing a cover, and the other half were cranes and feathers, and they were covered with glare. It was the corpse of the heroes of the Confucianism.

"This, what is going on?!"

"Isn't these corpses, Nangong, already sinking? How come they have come out! Who is the ban on unraveling?"

When the party exports, there is an answer in mind.

Who is the ban on unraveling, and who can unlock the ban on the Nangong family?

Many eyes that have gone out of anger have already gathered over the ink.

At this time, although the ink was known to be behind the scenes, it was a hundred words. What is even more terrible is that he is now losing his spiritual power and can't stop the chess piece from invading. He can only watch as many thousands of dead people come.

The life and death are as good as before.

In an instant, the dragon and the dragon will turn over and become a blood sea in an instant.

——The “surprise” that the teacher said was not finished yet...

"First fight!"

"Repel this wave of chess pieces! Fight off first!"

Everyone went out to the hall to meet, but because they had no prejudgment about this change, and these precious pieces came, there was no sign, so they made a mess.

The ink burned in front of the temple, and the chess pieces fell. They were connected with the disciples of the dead and the dead, and they resisted the monks who faced the war.

Silver blue frivolous and black cloak smashed a place, mixed together.

He is standing on the jade level, his eyebrows are bursting with pain, and this is almost a re-enactment of past life memories.

In the last life, it was he who controlled the army of chess pieces gathered by the dead and the living, killing all the people who dared to say "no" to him.

From that moment on, he began to get used to killing people. I am used to human life like grass mustard, and the liver and brain are heavy.

He still remembers that he was standing in front of the Dan Heart Temple at that time, and the rebellious disciple smiled and looked at the crowds and stunned people. Lying on his boots, lying is the body of Xue Zhengxuan and Mrs. Wang’s uncold.

"Start from the dead, use your blood, pave the way for me."

The sneer of the past life is still in the ear, the burning eyelids suddenly jumped, and he shouted to Xue Meng: "Don't fight, can't beat! Go away, you are going!"

The voice was noisy, Xue Meng was too far away from him, and he did not hear it.

The ink burned around and looked around, and the swords screamed and war.

He saw Jiang Yan fighting with more than a dozen pieces of chess. At that moment, he thought of how Jiang Yan, the last generation, fell under his knife.

"You don't care about this seat?"

"No."

“Do not recognize this seat as an emperor?”

"deny."

Blood splattered, and the hand fell.

Can't beat it...

The smoldering saw that the Lord of the Snow Palace was low-pitched, and the sound was ninety-nine. The stagnation of the chess piece was vague and swaying, but the last time he thought of this palace was how the ten fingers were destroyed and the bones were broken.

“Why are you recalcitrant?”

"I am the owner of the first house. Although I am unable to keep the snow palace safe, I will never escape."

The pottery smashed and became the final sound.

Can't beat it.

The chaos was overgrown, and the smoldering saw Mrs. Wang and Xue Zhengyi working together to defend the enemy in the distance. What he had flashed in front of him was the face that he had never noticed before, and his earnestness and anger were frozen in the eye.

Through two lifetimes, I stared at him and resent him.

cold.

Really cold.

The smoldering body muscles are trembled, the fingertips are cold, and the teacher has done this step... He actually did this step!

Before that, he felt that the teacher had to take away the sin of the late night, so he would resolutely return to the death and death. At this point he couldn't help but numb the scalp -

What if he was impulsive on the day, did not listen to the threat of the teacher, and insisted on recovering the late night, what would happen?

The half-walled heroes of the comprehension world are here. What if these people die in the dead and dead without knowing what to do?

The interlocking arrangement of the division is not to give him a half breath. Looking at the ink, the treasures of the mountains and the wild... The life-dead people who are not afraid of death and fear of sorrow...

Can't go on like this, can't go on like this! !

Shi Yan said that this is a "surprise" for him, and it will not be laid for no reason. Since he is back, he is obedient, and there must be a solution to it! He can't watch the old dreams repeat, can't look at the death and death, and can't look at his uncle and die in front of him.

If the past is repeated, how can he face himself... How should he face the late night?

The ink burned back to the gods, and the crowds of overlapping and overlapping were rushed toward their aunts.

"Don't fight! Let's leave here first, leave here first, don't fight! It's impossible to play!"

He was hoarse and stunned. Like a man who is sinking into the ocean, he is doing his best to earn money. He earned a living like a dead man, like a moth earning a fire, and earning his life to another life.

"Don't fight! Go away, go quickly! You can't beat!"

Can't beat it.

I have seen your death with my own eyes.

Let's go, please.

Suddenly a sword crossed the road, Jianguang Sen cold.

Looking at it, it is the face of wood smoke from the cold.

"Do you want to escape?"

Ink angered: "You let it go!"

"You are a recidivist in the realm of cultivation, I deserve it -"

Between the broken teeth, the wood smoke feels cool behind, and when I look back, I see a chess piece with a cover and a sword. She is busy returning to fight, and her eyebrows are killing. She shouted: "The ink burns! It really is that you are a ghost!"

This woman's sound is clear, like an ice spring, very easy to identify.

This sound led to a circle of monks around, and saw that the pieces and the wood smoke were in full swing, but they did not burn the ink.

It was discovered by the people that almost all the pieces that came to the death of the dead seemed to regard the ink burning as partisan, and all avoided him and did not hurt him.

Someone yelled: "It’s really the ink that the dog thief is doing!"

"He is a group with these pieces!"

The faces of the burning anger were twisted and twisted, and one of the ears filled with such whispers and low-pitched, and both pairs of **** red eyes looked at him.

Overlap, overlap.

In such an angry look, he is the devil who kills people without blinking. He seems to have become the emperor who has stepped on all the celestial beings to respect the world. He slashed his sword and smashed it. He regarded this earthly world as a madman!

Someone shouted: "Get him!"

"Look at him, don't let him escape!"

"Hey, when can he be loaded?"

The creaking in the ears, the same resentment, the exact accusation, the same crusade.

The scenes of the two worlds are too similar. He can even recall the life and death confrontation between him and Chu.

On that day, as it is today, the ink burned the hand of the cherished chess piece, and manipulated the dead and the living and the beast and the bird. The army was like a black cloud and the ink was like a frosty peak.

He sat high, coveted and laughed, watching the world subvert, and the white scorpion became dim.

Finally, Chu nightning stopped him.

It’s Chu Ningning, trying his best to fight against his million pieces, and the weapon changed from Tianwen to Nine, and from Nine to Huaisha.

Huaisha.

Ink burning will never forget the coldness and pain in the eyes when Chu Ning finally summoned Huaisha.

"It is rumored that this is the blade of the killer, and I have finally seen it today."

When Chu was late, he asked him: "Ink burning, how can you let go?"

He just smiled: "I can't let go, Master, I'm already full of blood. I killed my uncle and my brother, and killed the same brother. Now, as long as you sacrifice your head, I am the absolute hegemon." - No one can stop me."

The feeling of Chu Xiaoning is extremely stinging.

He saw it, but he felt so uncomfortable, and his heart was slamming into a malicious revenge. He bit his back and squeezing out the words.

"Kill you. There is no one in this world, I can't kill."