The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

In the past, the masters and apprentices eventually turned against their enemies.

That is a battle of the peak.

In the end, the late night of the night, because of the weakness of the spiritual core, the enemy’s gas, swallowed the mountains and rivers, and was young and fierce.

"Don't dying again." The young demon is more and more arrogant, and he grins and grins. He does not return to the Huaisha short-handed, and the sword collides.

The golden light is dark when it is bright.

The flames of Yubi are filled with the eyes of both men and women.

The ink burned at a glance at the pale face of the night, and then the eyeball turned, looking at the spiritual flow that gradually swayed into Huaisha, and the eyes were full of ridicule.

"You have no spiritual power, and then fight with me, your spiritual core will be broken. Master, you are so proud, you will not be willing to be a mortal, right?"

Chu nightning does not answer his teeth, and the thin lips are bloodless.

In the end, the brilliance of Huai Sha completely disappeared, and the ink burned to know that the night Lingning spirit had been exhausted, and he laughed and laughed.

"What else can you resist me? Late night Yuheng... I am a high-ranking master?"

In the late Qing dynasty, the sword was half-squatted on the ground, and the white clothes had been stained with blood.

He raised his eyes. At that time, the hatred of the ink burned was too deep. He only saw the demise in his eyes, but he could not see the sorrow buried deep.

Years later, when Ting Xianjun took the poison and squandered himself, he unconsciously recalled the first battle of this life.

He couldn't help but think that when Chu Ning was at that time, he did report his mortal determination to stop himself...

The sentient beings are headed for the end.

He once told him that he was a villain and would only speak well.

But Chu Xi Ning did say what must be done.

- "Let's be good."

His master said.

"Don't be evil."

The golden light flashed.

The ink burned only to see the final calm of the night, and he saw his palms and radiance. This Beidou Xianzun, a man who has no friends in the realm of comprehension, re-calls at the expense of his own spiritual core. There are three gods.

Nine songs asked Huaisha.

How proud is the lateness of Qu Zi?

The mighty male soldiers made by the ink-burning were finally suppressed by the power of the core of the night, and a black-and-white son was broken into ash under the brilliance of Shenwu.

It’s strange to say that at that time, the ink burned on the opposite side of Chu’s night, far away. He looked at the man who was recalcitrant and vomited, and he did not stop.

He was so surprised and curious.

He wants to know what this thin lover can do for his so-called "all beings".

He looked at it like that.

Look at the night of the night, the last inch of spiritual power.

The raging river tide subsided, and the Yaque who covered the sun dissipated.

The controlled living people restored their knowledge one by one, and the controlled dead people regained their sorrow and stayed underground.

The ink burns like that.

He saw that the Beidou Xianzun spirit was broken, and he saw that the night of Ning Guanghua fell, and saw his master in front of himself, and finally fell into the dust.

There was not much expression at the time, and the face was slightly on the side, and the ear faintly sounded before the mother’s death. The kind-hearted woman stroked his cheek and said to him, "Repay it, don't take revenge."

After so many years, he heard such familiar sentences. Before the evening, Chu’s self-declared spirit, said to him: "Let's be good, don't be evil."

But he did not do it.

There seems to be endless resentment in his heart, only blood can give him a moment to breathe -

He killed the dying, the martial arts, and the uncle, the aunt, and the monk smashed several heads, and made the Tianchi red, full of mountains and bones.

In the end, the Yijun was surrounded by mountains, and he squatted in front of the tower.

These things are his experience, and the sins of the heavens are all made by him. In the horrific tragedy, he is a creditor. He does not return to the blood of thousands of people, and he has to kill thousands of people.

It's him.

The ink burned in front of him, and he was forced to breathe.

Suddenly, he heard a sullen sigh and pulled him out of the muddy memories. He returned to God and saw the shoulders of the wooden cigarettes being stabbed by the pieces, and the blood splashed on his face.

"The owner!"

"The owner is careful!"

The people of Tianyin Pavilion immediately came up to protect the wood smoke.

The wood smoke took a breath, and she gritted her teeth: "Nothing."

The cherished chess piece in front of her will bring out a sword flower in her hand. Under the eyes of the public, the piece of chess will come to the ink and smash down. He covered his mask and bowed his head: "The subordinates are not good for the rescue, the master is disturbed, and the sin is dying."

Everyone is ashamed.

"It's a piece of ink-burning control!"

"He called his master!"

Ink burning: "No...no..."

But who believes in him?

Who will believe him!

The ink burned back in despair, and he looked at the face that was filled with hatred and doubt.

no.

He went to see Xue Meng, but Xue Meng was too far away. He did not notice the movement here. Then he saw Mrs. Wang and Xue Zhengyi.

Both of them saw a glimpse of all these changes, and their faces were extremely ugly.

I burned my lips and wanted to say something, but I didn't know what else to justify.

Suddenly, he saw a group of chess pieces behind Mrs. Wang, and between the electric and the flint, he said: "Aunt! Beware!!"

This violent shock surprised everyone to turn back, Xue Zhengyi immediately alerted, but because of the left and right chess pieces, it was too late to look back.

"aunt!"

"mother--!"

"boom!"

The metal is crisp, but Jiang Yan is plucking out of the crowd, and a snow-capped sword is arrogant. In one fell swoop, Wang Zhen’s Zhenqi chess pieces will be repulsed several times.

Mrs. Wang was shocked: "The younger brother..."

"..." Jiang Yan looked back at her coldly and glanced at her. She only said one thing, "Long eyes."

At this time, Master Xuan Mirror suddenly discovered that there was a thick cloud over the black pressure on the horizon, which forced the death and death. He couldn't see it at first, but after seeing it, he couldn't believe it.

Until many people around him noticed the black cloud, he finally confirmed, blowing his beard and shouting: "How is it possible?! How many pieces are there?!!!"

The black pieces are rolling in the tide of the river.

Some are dead, some are living, these people are all melted by some kind of spell, and they have unplugged their tongues, even if they can restore their knowledge.

Behind them, there are more birds and beasts that are controlled by the precious pieces.

"Mini rain!!"

"Ink burning..."

At this time, these people looked back at him, but it was already more fearful than the anger. Some people who had approached him even stepped back a few steps.

"Maniac... ink burns you crazy..."

"How many pieces did you refine?!"

The ink burned open the mouth.

He wants to say, no, not me.

But not him, but who else?

The time and space of life and death will be opened again, and the stepping of the king will lead a million soldiers to the world.

What is the difference between him and stepping Xianjun?

They have the same memory, and they use the same technique. They are also good at the chess game of the Fairy Club. If you don’t add a special order, you will also recognize the master of the ink.

Therefore, killing the pro-slaughter city, participating in the ban.

Thousands of troops and horses, peas into soldiers.

Subverting the world, all living and walking dogs.

These are all what he did, and no one has ever blasphemed him.

More and more pieces of chess are under pressure, and at first glance, the black ink is quickly opened on the rice paper, and it is approaching.

Someone has panicked: "What should I do!"

The wood smoke is angry and screams: "Ink burns! What are your sophistry! All this is designed by you! I only hate that Tianyin Pavilion did not intervene earlier and kill you!"

Black clouds cover the sun, and the sky is dark.

The mountains are bleak and hurricane. These tens of thousands of dead corpses are like huge bells hanging over nine days. They will crash at any time, shattering the five lakes and the sea, and killing people like ants.

The ink burned the hole and he looked at the sky.

Everyone doesn't want to get rid of it, or the sword or the close, has been mingled with those pieces. This time the battle is much more intense than before, and there are blood and screams everywhere.

The head rolled down.

The belly is flowing out.

But there is a steady stream of black tides coming from the skyline, endless, and creepy.

Suddenly heard the shouts of Xue Meng in the distance: "Hey! Mother!"

The ink burned back, see Xue Zhengxuan, Jiang Yan two people have been covered in blood, the red splatter is too powerful, has long been unable to tell whether they suffered their own injuries, or the blood stains when killing the enemy.

Xue Meng struggled to squeeze out to his parents, killing all the way, but outnumbered.

"Xue Meng -!"

Mo Yan wanted to help him, but Xue Meng saw him very contradictory, Xue Meng is avoiding him.

Suddenly a Confucianist sergeant slashed his sword and stabbed Xue Meng’s shoulder, and immediately blood flowed like a note, scorned and dyed.

"Xue Meng... Xue Meng!"

The ink burned and rushed toward him, but there were so many melee people, they were so far away, he couldn’t get through... he couldn’t go...

After the injury, more chess pieces came to Xuemeng, and the young figure quickly swallowed up in a group of red-eyed treasures.

"Menger!"

"Meng Er -!"

The screams screamed.

It is the voice of Mrs. Wang and the voice of Xue Zhengyi.

The smoldering has never heard such a cry that makes him ruined.

His scalp is numb.

Xue Meng...

Do not.

This should not be the case.

There must be a way, there must be a way! !

Since Hua Binan let him come over and laid out such a situation, it is not to let him see that the dead and the dead are destroyed. What does Huabi Nan want him to do?

What should he do? ? ! What does Huabi Nan want him to do? ! ! ! What is this "surprise" for? How can I end this and how can I let him go?

suddenly.

He thought of it, he understood.

The ink burned for a while, and then the heart beat.

He finally understood.

Hua Binan did not do anything, but he wanted to lose his name, but he still had to turn back... He understood.

This incident, Nangong Temple was done in Lushan.

Chu nightning, the past life has been done in the duel.

He has no spiritual power now... but the spiritual core is still there.

He can feel the brilliance flowing in his chest, and he is in the same breath as his heartbeat.

The sneer of the past sacred and maddening seems to have come to the forefront now -

"You have no spiritual power, and then fight with me, your spiritual core will be broken. Master, you are so proud, you will not be willing to be a mortal, right?"

He knows what to do.

The eyes are warm and the war is in flames, but the state of mind is calming down.

In the last life, Chu Yuning snarled himself and told him personally that the so-called sentient beings are the first, and they are the end, not a false statement.

He seems to see the pale face before the previous generation of Chu, who had been overdrafting the spiritual nucleus.

His master thought that he would die, and before he died, he said to the ink:

"Let's be good, don't be evil."

The earth is banging.

"what happened?"

"what happened?"

Everyone shouted, while avoiding the flash, looking for the source of the movement.

In fact, there is no need to look for it.

In the place where the ink burns, the blazing fire bursts out—it is not a real flame, but a strong spiritual flow that burns when the fire core is overdrawn, and the whole ink is wrapped in it.

Light rain.

In the past, the emperor of the emperor, now a generation of masters.

He...he was in front of the catastrophe, he actually...had to stop this...

The students broke their own spiritual core!

Like the Nangong 驷Chu Ningning, the broken core of the nucleus made him suddenly gain his greatest spiritual power. His eyes were reddened by the flames, and there was not much painful expression on a handsome and straight face.

Who is he at this moment?

Can he stop being a step-by-step singer?

If he can, he also wants to be a late night.

The nucleus slowly breaks and melts in the chest.

The more the flame burns, the more blazing it is, the clouds pass through the fog, and the light shines through the earth.

At this moment, he suddenly felt that the pure and clean dreams of his childhood had fallen back to the bottom of his heart. He stood in the flame. He saw Duan Yihan and saw Chu Yuning.

Seeing that she was touching his cheek in the wood house, saying, "Repay, don't take vengeance."

I saw the boy outside the Temple of Nostalgia, holding the rice syrup and carefully feeding him.

"Drink slowly, not enough..."

In both of his life, he wanted to be a good person.

He did not do it in his life.

Looking back on the dust in my life, I have been saddened for nearly ten years.

He didn't know how to compensate, and he didn't get a result.

If he tells others that he has had the old dream of being a poor man, who would believe him?

Only ridicule, oh, oh.

Because he is a light rain, he is the emperor.

He missed and killed people, so what to do to make up is to no avail.

It is all wrong.

No one can forgive him.

Perhaps only in this fire, only when the spiritual nucleus is broken, and the body is snarled, to the moment of the road to the late Qing Dynasty, he can get a solace.

He can only say with care:

"If I can, I also want to be a late night."

I beg you, hear this wish, don't laugh at me.

Don't spit on me.

I am stupid, and for a long time, no one is there.

I have been away for two lifetimes, and I have gone the wrong way for twenty years.

Too stupid, I don't know why I will end up in an endless darkness. I don't know why things will eventually become like this. Looking back, it's all wrong.

I can't find A Niang.

Can not find the master.

I beg you, **** is too cold.

Let me go back, okay...

I want to go home.