The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

The taste of Chu Xiaoning is really terrible.

tedious. dull. Desperate.

Hey, this is full of books, what are the broken books!

"The Ancient Enchantment Catalogue", "The Exotic Flower Sketch", "Linyi Confucian Musical Piano Score", "Grasswood Collection", the only thing that can be considered as a pastime, probably only a few "The Travel Notes" and "The Bashu Food" .

工具 上 dawn, it is Lampaos, and it is obviously not very often seen in the sill.

He thought while painting, hehe, there are no tens of thousands of books here, and there are eight thousand in the collection, so Chu Jingning found that several of them were changed to □ □, and I don’t know what happened to the monkey year. At that time, Chu night Ning certainly does not know who is doing it, can only be sulking, it is wonderful, wonderful.

Thinking about it, I couldn’t help but hold the book and laughed.

The ink-burning has painted more than a dozen books, and I have imagined it. Whatever it is to paint, it can be said that the method of Caoyi is like a wind, and it is very elegant. If someone asks Elder Yu Heng to borrow books, and they have borrowed these books, it is estimated that such words will be circulated.

"Yu Hengchang old man face the beast heart, actually in the "Qing Xin Yu" privately clipped pictures of men and women!"

"The elders of Yu Heng are a teacher, and there are comic strips of Longyang broken sleeves in the sword spectrum!"

"What is Beidou Xianzun, the clothing of the beast!"

The more I burned, the more I laughed. Finally, I simply licked my stomach and rolled it on the floor with a brush. I was so happy that I couldn’t find any people walking to the door of the library.

So when the teacher came over, he saw a flash of burning in the pile of books, laughing into a heartless madness.

Teacher: "...A fire, what are you doing?"

When the ink burned, he sat up and hurriedly covered up all the yellow maps and put on a dog-like face: "Scratch, wipe the ground."

The teacher refused to laugh: "Wear the clothes?"

"Cough, this is not to find a rag. Don't say this, teacher, how come you in the big night?"

"I went to your house to find you. I didn't find it. I asked someone else to know that you are here." The teacher entered the library and helped the ink to collect the books that had piled up the floor. Seoul, "It’s okay, I’ll come over and see you."

The smoldering is very happy, and some are flattered, licking their lips, and those who have always slicked their tongues are actually speechless.

"That... um... then you sit!" Xing rushed to the ground for a long time, and the ink burned a little nervously, "I, I will help you pour tea."

"No, I am quietly coming over. If you ask Master to find it, you can be in trouble."

The ink burns and scratches the head: "It is also said..." Chu Yuning this metamorphosis! Sooner or later, he will trip over him, no longer succumbing to his arrogance!

"You haven't eaten dinner yet? I brought you some food."

The ink burns your eyes: "Dragon's hand?"

"Hey, you are really not tired. Without a copy of the hand, the red lotus water is far away, I am afraid to bring it. Oh, it is some cooking, you look right?"

The teacher opened the food box that was placed next to it, and it turned out to be a few red and bright dishes. A plate of windy ears, a dish of fish and shredded pork, a dish of uterus to keep chicken, a dish of cucumber, and a bowl of rice.

"Hey, what about the pepper?"

"Afraid of your panic, put a little more." Shi Yan laughed, he and the ink burned to eat spicy dishes, naturally know that there is no spicy and unhappy reason, "But your wounds are not so good, I dare not let too More, a little mention of taste, better than no red."

The ink burned happily and bite the chopsticks. The dimples were sweet like honey under the candlelight: "Wow! I want to cry!"

Shi Yan smiled and said: "When you are finished crying, the food is cold. After you finish eating, cry."

The ink burned and cheers, and the chopsticks smashed fast.

When he was eating, he was like a hungry dog. Chu Ning Ning always couldn’t understand the fact that he had seen the ghost, but the teacher would not dislike it.

The teacher is always gentle, smiling and letting him eat slowly, while handing him a cup of tea. The plate quickly saw the air, and the ink sighed and felt a sigh of relief. He sighed and sighed: "Meet..."

The teacher seems to inadvertently ask: "Is the dragon a good hand to eat, or are these dishes delicious?"

The ink burns on the diet, just like his attachment to the first love, it is very infatuated. Over the head, the black and soft eyes looked at the teacher and licked his mouth: "The dragon copied his hand."

"..." The teacher smiled and shook his head. For a long while, "A fire, I will help you change the medicine."

The ointment is adjusted by Mrs. Wang.

In the early years, Mrs. Wang was a disciple of the pharmacy Xianmen "Lone Moon Night". She was weak in martial arts and did not like to fight and kill, but she liked to study medicine. There was a drug in her life. She planted it there. Many precious plants, so there is no shortage of medicines in the martial art.

The ink burned off the top, and the back was facing the teacher. The scar behind him was still aching pain, but the gentle finger of the teacher rubbed the ointment and smudged it bit by bit. Gradually, he forgot the pain, but some hearted. stand up.

"Okay." The teacher gave the ink a new bandage and carefully knotted it. "Get on the clothes."

The ink burned back and looked at the teacher. Under the faint candlelight, the teacher smacked the skin and became deceived by the snow. He became more and more versatile. He looked dry and did not want to wear clothes, but hesitated for a while, or bowed his head and quickly put on his coat.

"Teacher."

"Ok?"

In such a secluded and secret study, the atmosphere of a lonely man is very good. I wanted to talk about the wind and snow, and I was able to make my own number of illiterates. Three words: "You are so good."

"What is there, it should be."

"I will be especially good to you." The tone of the ink is very calm, but the sweat of his hand is always sold out. He is actually in the heart of the waves. "When I am so powerful, no one can bully you. Master does not work." ""

The teacher didn't know why he suddenly said this, and he snorted, but still said softly: "Well, then, I have to rely on it."

"Hmm..."

The ink burned in the air, but it was even more anxious to be stunned by the sorcerer's eyes. So I didn't dare to look again, so I bowed my head.

For this person, he has been careful, and even clinging to some ribs.

"Ah, Master wants you to wipe so many books? Still have to make a book at night?"

The ink burned in front of the sweetheart or died to face: "Fortunately, catch up, have time."

Shi Yan said: "I will help you."

"How can it be done? If it is discovered by the master, it will not be punished with you." The ink is very firm. "It is not early, you will go back to rest, and there will be morning repairs tomorrow morning."

The teacher took his hand and whispered: "Nothing, he can't find it, we are quiet..."

When the words have not been finished, I heard a cold sound.

"What about quietly?"

Chu nightning did not know when it had come out of the office, and his face was cold, and the eyes of Danfeng were frosty and snowy. He was cold in white, and he stood at the door of the library, and looked at them with a blank expression. His eyes stopped a little in the hands of the two, and they moved away.

"The teacher is clear, the ink is light, you are so bold."

When the teacher was as white as snow, he suddenly let go of the burning hand, and if the mosquitoes screamed: "Master..."

The ink burns is also bad, and the head is lowered: "Master."

Chu nightning came in, not paying attention to ink burning, but looking down on the squatting on the ground, said faintly: "The red lotus otter is all over the enchantment, you think that without notification, I will not know."

The teacher suddenly beheaded: "The disciple is wrong."

The ink burned urgently: "Master, the teacher just came to give me a medicine, and I will leave immediately. Please don't blame him."

The teacher is also anxious: "Master, this matter has nothing to do with the younger brother, is the disciple's fault, the disciple is willing to accept the penalty."

"..."

Chu Xiaoning’s face is green.

He did not say a few words, and the two men rushed to excuse them, treating him as a beast and a beast. Chu nightning was silent for a while, reluctantly suppressed the twitching eyebrows, and said faintly: "It is really the same thing, it is moving, so it seems that there is only one of me in this room is a wicked person."

Ink burning: "Master respects..."

"...don't call me."

Chu night Ning has a wide sleeve and is unwilling to speak. I don’t know what happened to him, why is it so mad. It is only guessed that Chu Xi Ning always hates that others are pulling in front of him. No matter what kind of pull is in the sense, it probably dirty his eyes.

The three were silent for a long time.

Chu night Ning suddenly turned around and turned and left.

The teacher raised his face, his eyes were a little red, and he was helpless: "Master?"

"You have to copy the door rules ten times, go back."

The teacher squinted, and after a while, whispered: "...Yes."

The ink burned still in the same place.

The teacher stood up, looked at his eyes and burned, and hesitated again. He was still kneeling down again, begging for a late night.

"Master, the ink brother's scar has just healed, the disciple is daring, please also, don't be too difficult for him."

Chu nightning did not boo, he stood stunned under the ignited candlelight, and after a while, suddenly turned his face, only to see the sharp eyebrows, eyes like a torch, angry and rushing.

"So much nonsense, you still don't leave?!"

Chu late Ning grew up handsome and more than enough, gentle and lacking, the fierce is even more horrible, the teacher shook a little, only fear of angering the master, even more tired, and quickly quit.

There are only two of them in the library, and the ink sighs and sighs, saying: "Master, the disciples are wrong, and the disciples will continue to register."

Chu night Ning did not turn his head and said: "If you are tired, go back."

The ink burned and raised his face.

Chu night Ning ice cold road: "I will not leave you."

How could he let himself go so well? There must be fraud!

The ink-burning wit said: "I don't go."

Chu night Ning paused, sneer: "...well, follow you."

After talking about the wide sleeves, I turned and left.

The ink burned - no fraud? He also thought that Chu Yuning would have to reward himself with a willow.

Busy in the middle of the night, finally finished the matter. Ink burned a yawn and went out to the library.

At this time, the night was dark, and the night light in the night of Chu’s still reveals dim light.

Huh? That nasty devil hasn't slept yet?

The ink burned away and was ready to greet and leave with Chu. When I entered the house, I found out that Chu Ningning had already rested, but this poorly remembered person had forgotten to extinguish the candlelight before going to bed.

Or, he is halfway through the things he does, and he is so tired that he is so sleepy. The ink burned a look at the bed and put together the rudimentary night tour god, estimated this possibility in his heart, and finally saw the metal gloves that Chu Xiening had not taken off, and the half-body buckle still in his hand. This is the truth.

When Chu nighting fell asleep, he was not so cold and cold. He was lying on a bed full of mech parts and sawing axe. There are too many things to spread, in fact, there is no place to accommodate, so he is very small, bowed, long eyelashes hanging, it seems a bit lonely.

The ink burned and stared at him for a while.

Chu nightning today... What is it in the air?

Is it just that the arrogant is arrogant and arrogant, and wants to help organize the books?

The ink burned closer to the bed, turned a white eye, and gathered in the ear of the night, with a very small and very small voice, tried to shout: "Master?"

"...hey..." Chu nightning snorted softly and hugged the cold armor in his arms. He slept very hard and breathed evenly. The metal gloves that were not taken off were sharp and sharp, and they were placed on the face, like the claws of a cat or leopard.

When the ink burned, he didn't look like he was awake for a while, and when he felt a move, he narrowed his eyes and smirked at the corner of his mouth. He pressed the ear of Chu Xinning and lowered his voice to test: "Master, get up."

"..."

"Master?"

"..."

"Chu night?"

"..."

"Oh, I am really sleepy." The ink burned, and his arm rested on his pillow, glaring at him with a smile. "That's so good, I am here to calculate the general ledger with you."

Chu nightning does not know that someone wants him to settle accounts, still stunned, and a clear face looks very peaceful.

The ink burned out a majestic posture, but he was born in a music house since childhood. He had not read a few books for a few days. When he was a child, he was a squatter and a storytelling, so the words of the patchwork were particularly crappy. funny.

"Bold people, Chu, you bully the monarch, you have no king, you this... um, you this..."

Scratching his head, a bit of a poor word, after all, he later called the emperor, Zhang mouth shut up is not yours, this is your dog slave, but these seem to be inappropriate for the use of Chu nightning.

I wandered my brain for a long time, and suddenly I thought of a rhetoric that was often lingering in the small squares. Although it was not clear, it seemed to be pretty good. So the ink burned long eyebrows, and sighed:

"You are a little hoofed hoof, can you know sin?"

Chu nightning: "..."

"You don't talk, this seat is when you plead guilty!"

Chu nightning probably felt a bit noisy, snorted and snorted, holding the mech to continue to sleep.

"You have made such a big mistake, this seat is judged by the law... Well, sentence you to a sentence! Liu Gonggong!"

After the inertia was shouted, I realized that Liu Gonggong was already a former person.

I thought about it, and decided to grieve myself to decorate my father-in-law. So charmingly said: "Your Majesty, the old slave."

Then he cleared his throat immediately and said: "Immediately executed."

"I want to live my life."

Ok, the words are finished.

The ink burned and rubbed his hands and began to use the punishment of Chu Yuning.

The so-called mouth sentence, in fact, is not available, it is burned.

So how do you sentence this temporary sentence?

I saw a generation of tyrants burned, solemnly clearing his throat, his eyes cold and fierce, slowly close to the face of the cold night of the snowy valley of Ning Xuegu, a little closer to the pair of pale lips.

then……

The ink burned down, screaming at the late night, and swaying, and screaming in words:

"Chu Ningning, I / **** / your mother, you are the world's unparalleled little, heart, eyes."

Snapped. Snapped.

The volley has two mouths.

Hey, the execution is successful!

Cool!

The ink burned, and suddenly felt a thorn in the neck, and noticed a strange, fierce bow, on the pair of phoenixes.

Ink burning: "..."

The sound of the night is like a jade broken ice lake. It’s not that it’s more fairy or deeper: “What are you doing?”

"This seat... Hey. Old slaves... Hey!" Fortunately, these two sentences are light and mosquito-stricken, and Chu night’s eyebrows are slight, and it seems that they have not heard clearly. When the ink burned the machine, he raised his hand and rubbed two palms near the face of Chu.

"..."

In the face of the unsatisfactory look of the Master, the former Emperor of the People’s Republic of China was very sly and laughed: “The disciples and disciples are playing mosquitoes for the Master.”

The author has something to say: Welcome to the rbtv "People" column of this issue. The guest of today's guest column is the first generation of the comprehension (crossed out) Wang Ba (crossed out) Bawang Mo Weiyu. Have a special host Xue Mengmeng on the line (/^▽^)/

Xue Mengmeng: The ordinary people are competing for the ascent, but you are comprehending for the emperor. Ink burning, I always wanted to ask you, this article clearly shows that there is no emperor, why do you insist on developing the feudal emperor's cause?

Ink feeding fish: The development of things often has two directions, right?

Xue Mengmeng: It seems that there is nothing wrong with it.

Ink feeding fish: Then I ask you, have you seen Huang Sang in Xiuxian?

Xue Mengmeng (dull): (⊙o⊙)...呃...this...

Ink feeding fish: I can't remember it, I remind you, the name of the Emperor Jiajing is called Oops?

Xue Mengmeng:? ? ? This person is not a dimension to us, and the Master has not taught it.

Ink feeding fish: The cousin came to teach you, the family is called Taishang Da Luo Tianxian Ziji Changsheng Sheng Zhizhao Lingtong Sanyuan card Ying Yuxu general five Lei Dazhen real Xuantang Wanshou emperor.

Xue Mengmeng:...

Ink feeding fish: (笑笑) People are envious, people also want to call Taishang Da Luo Tianxian Ziji Changsheng Sheng Zhizhao Lingtong Sanyuan card Ying Yu virtual manager Wu Lei Dazhen Xuantu Jingping Xian Emperor Jun ink to feed fish.

Xue Mengmeng: ... you roll, I don't know you.

Ink feeding fish (turning white eyes): Hey, is it only the emperor to cultivate the immortal, do not allow the Taoist to be the king?

Comes with a small card sticker.

Ink burns.

Word: Feed the fish.

Nickname: Taishang big radish Tianxian Ji 佬 Zi Changsheng Sheng 吱 捅 捅 捅 尊 尊 尊 尊 王 王 王 王 王 王 精 精 精 五 五 五 五 五 五 五 五 五 五 五 五 五 五 五 五 五 五 五

Occupation: Emperor (dead)

Social outlook: illiterate

Currently favorite: Shi Yan

Favorite food: (manually crossed) Chu nightning (manually crossed) dragon copying hand

Hate: being disgusted

Height: 186 before death, after the rebirth, this seat is a young boy, has not yet grown up, why should be made public, discouraged.

For a few days, the wood has been updated, and a small theater has been added.