Chu Xiu Ning saw the ghosts in the hands of the ghost king, immediately pushed a piece of ink, said: "Run!"

Where is the use of him to talk about the second time, the ink burned the arms of the late night, and the two rushed to the palace gate.

The direct sigh of ink gas: "The curse of the Master of Sin is really not meticulous. How can I leave a shadow for me and teach people to see the handle!"

When I heard my apprentice yelling at my master, Chu Evening did not know why there was not much reaction. Only Yu Guang took a look at the ink and wanted to say something, but he did not say it.

"Want to escape?" The four kings yelled at the back. "Which is so easy."

Both of them were very good at both, and they saw that the palace gates would be completely closed. The two men stepped on the wall and swayed. At the same time, the four kings summoned the thunder. He waved his hand and thundered in the sky and landed at the palace gate. On the top, in the meantime, the palace wall, which was originally only a few tens of feet high, suddenly rose up and seemed to be connected to the sky.

The palace gate was also closed at a very fast speed, and it was sealed down.

The ink slammed and slammed, and pulled the night of the night, and turned around, and couldn’t get out of the palace door. It’s just not caught by the four ghost kings.

This can be counted as he is beating, the kings of the ghosts have their own strengths, each has its own shortness. Although the four ghost kings are powerful, they are probably ridiculous for thousands of years. The body bones are really no stronger than other kings. Don’t let him run one mile. Let him run fifty steps, he can snoring and panting.

Upholding the ability to sit and never sit, can sit and never stand to enjoy the iron, the four ghosts lazy for thousands of years, lazy to become a light work waste.

He saw that Chu Ning and the ink burned farther and farther, and could not help but be furious, but because this goods often searched the beauty of other kings in h.e.l.l, the relations.h.i.+p with other eight kings was not too good, so something went out. Not willing to inform the kings to join forces.

"There is nothing to run fast, this king is full! But you can't escape the palm of your hand!" The four ghost kings touched their own intestines, and some of the grievances were aggrieved, and they looked back and shouldered for themselves. The eight brave husbands are still unmoving and even more unhappy. "What are you standing on? The king's legs are n.o.ble and inconvenient to chase. Don't you chase?"

"..."

These four ghost kings are said to be a beautiful man when they are thin. Because they haven’t tasted the deliciousness of the human body for a long time, they are overeating after eating the body, sitting and eating, lying down, eating, eating and eating, even if the land is the busiest time. It’s too late to write, and it’s too late to write. It’s not about being responsible for grinding the paper, but for giving him fresh fruit and feeding the cake.

In this way, a good-looking man, a beautiful man, is hard to make himself a fat man. Although he has a good foundation, how to eat it will not be too fat, but it always goes away. After that, the four ghost kings threw all the mirrors in the palace. The most unhappy to hear on weekdays was the words "fat" and "fat". It is said that there was a pretty acolyte who sang a little song to him. The sentence is "month and a half, half moon, half moon..."

The last bend has not been said yet, and he was smashed out by the four ghost kings. He also said: "Fat fat! It is not enough to bear your two fats, but also to sing a third one. Don't think that you have opened it. The king can't hear you being derogatory and derogatory, and daring!"

Therefore, although these ghosts who carried the sedan chair were brave, they did not dare to chase after the night and the ink burned. They bowed their heads one by one, complained by the four ghost kings, and finally one of them was smart. They said: "w.a.n.g Ye is strong, w.a.n.g Ye Those who can't catch up, where can we catch up?"

The four ghost kings took a breath and simply did not chase them. They turned their heads to accompany the servant: "Well, this is a bit sensible... you have a self-knowledge. If you do, just go, pa.s.s the king, and go to the palace." The gates are all closed, the palace walls are covered with the curse of the ban, and no flies should be released."

He snorted and spit out the grape seeds that had been contained in his mouth. He said: "I see where they can go."

The ink-burning and Chu-nighting were quick-moving, and the palace was bent around, and soon the ghosts that hunt them were left behind. The two were hiding in a narrow alley, and Chu was rather a ghost. After running for a long time, he would not feel tired. Instead, he burned the flesh and leaned on the wall to breathe.

Chu night, Ning Yu looked down and said: "He sealed the palace."

The ink burned slowly and waved his hand: "It doesn't matter, Master, you come into the sacred light, so that we can return directly to the yang, he must have no way to stop."

Chu Xiaoning nodded, but did not know why, but there was some worry in the eyebrows.

The ink burned without paying attention, and the spirit light was taken out, and the curse was silently recited. However, the golden light flashed several times, and it was quickly extinguished. The soul of Chu Yuning was still standing in front of him, and it was not moving.

“What happened?” The ink burned. “How is it useless?”

The sorrowfulness between the night and the night of Chu was even more obvious. He sighed and said: "As I thought, it is ineffective to transmit the spell here. We are afraid that we can get the palace and then cast the law back to the sun."

"..." The ink burned the words, clenched his lips, his eyes were stubborn, and he was dumb, "I will take you out anyway."

Chu night Ning looked at him and said: "It's faster, the palace is vast, the ghost is not easy to find you, but there is no water, no food, no power, no support, you can't support too many days."

The ink burned: "I can stand up to hungry and come from childhood."

After a while, wait until the surroundings are completely quiet, the two out of the alley, walking on the empty bluestone long street, the cool moon is like water, soaked and returned. One has a shadow, one has no shadow, and walks side by side.

Ink burning: "Master."

"..."

"Just at the door, offended you, can't help."

Chu nightning seems to squint, then drop the eyelashes, his eyes are cold: "Nothing."

"The situation is forced, and in words... there are also offenses and they can't help."

Chu nightning: "..."

"It’s wrong to say that you are married, or you can’t help it."

Chu night Ning suddenly stopped, cold and cold: "When you want to apologize to when? Will not say something else?"

"Other?" The ink burned, thinking quite seriously for a while, and carefully changed the word, "That... I am sorry?"

"..."

Chu night, Ning squatting away.

Poor ink burned and didn't know that he was upset by the other words, but he was afraid of disturbing him, and he was afraid to say more to make the teacher more annoyed. He scratched his head in the same place and honestly followed up.

"Master."

"Ok?"

The ink burned away halfway and couldn't help but ask: "Have you ever had any karma?"

Chu night, a meal, turned back and asked: "How to say?"

"I found another soul in your ghost world. That is to say, you have more souls than ordinary people... I used to see Chu in the SF Building, I asked him, he said that it is more The soul that came out should not be what you originally had." The ink burned some hesitation. "But with the human body, I did see four masters, so I think... the master is It’s not what happened before..."

Chu Xiaoning was silent for a while, and seemed to think of something. The bottom of the light was bright and moving, but then he closed his eyes and said, "It should not."

He paused. It seemed to be somewhat doubtful and hesitant. He then asked: "I really have four souls?"

"Ok."

"..."

Chu Evening did not know why this was. He thought for a while and sighed: "This is not something I can answer, and it has no effect on the left and right. Let him go."

While continuing to walk carefully along the path of the secluded path, the two explored the magical power of the four ghost kings to seal the entire palace.

"Where the enchantment is, there must be a loophole in the soft."

Chu said that when he came to a tower, his fingers stroking the rough wall, and the wall was covered with a shredded blue l.u.s.ter. He captured the flowing stream under the masonry, but because of him There is no magic ability at the moment, and it feels very laborious. After a long while, Chu Xiing has some sorrowful hands and shakes his head.

"I am incomplete and weak, and I don't know how to break through for a while."

Ink ignited: "Would you like to teach me, I will give it a try?"

"If you don't, the enchantment technique is complicated and you can learn it in a day or two."

Ink burning asked: "Where is the general point of weakness of the spell enchantment? We have to try one by one."

"...the weaknesses of each enchantment are not the same. Nothing is usually not normal. If one is measured one by one, I really don't know when to wait."

"Don't try to know." The ink burned and laughed. "Is it possible that my luck is particularly good?"

Chu night Ning is trying to say something, suddenly Yu Guang smashed into the corner of a shaking white shadow, his eyebrows pressure, habitually will summon the day to ask, the result of reaching out, nothing can not summon, can not help but face worse , Li said: "Who?!"

The white shadow is about to escape.

Where did the ink burn give him this opportunity, immediately flew past, slammed the ghost, and blinded the ghost and nose, so that he could not call, and then twisted his hands to the back and slammed it on the ground. He fixed his eyes and couldn't help but anger.

"Rong Jiu...!"

The young and delicate white squatting on the ground, such as the willows of the wind, but the eyes are stunned, he does not care, he does not say anything.

Ink burned and said: "You want to tell the secret again? You really shouldn't I kill you?!"

Chu night Ning came over, he did not see Rong Jiu, looked down and asked the ink: "Do you recognize him?"

I don’t know what to say when I burned my heart. My heart was guilty of stealing and swindling in the past. I was taken to the court of good and evil by the late night. It was because of Rong Ji’s case that he only felt that Chu’s heart was so hot that he complained. It was quite deep, but the old account book was now in front of him, but he was self-confident.

Chu nightning did not feel the same, but said that this person is an old knowledge of ink burning, said: "Since you are coming with you, then don't leave him in this palace, wait for the way to go out, take Let him go together."

He said, and carefully looked at Rong Jiuyi: "It's a good person, and the early reincarnation is the right thing."

Ink burning: "..."

Rong Jiu was still somewhat fl.u.s.tered. He heard what he said. He first glimpsed and then smiled. He leaned over the soft eyes and went to swear: "Is this the teacher?"

"What teacher respects, is the teacher respected by you?" The ink gas is gone, "I am a teacher!"

Rong Jiu’s heart was filled with resentment, and he was relieved of his heart. He slowly said: “Oh, my master.”

"you--!"

This is the second time, Chu night Ning smashed out something wrong: "Ink burn, you have a holiday with him?"

"I……"

Rong Ji smiled and said: "Good teacher, you can not murder him, I am not a holiday with him, and some old friends.h.i.+ps."

He said that the ambiguity, but the tone is extremely exhaustive, Chu night rather did not make a sound, the eyes are slightly stunned, the lips are gradually picking up, squatting up very indifferent, but the gloom between the eyebrows is impossible to hide. The size of Rong Jiu is soaked in the head of the corrugated, the most meticulously observing the color, Chu Yuning this pure temper, the emotion between the eyes and the tip, how can escape his eyes?

The heart was slightly surprised. He used to burn this romantic seed. He was daring to cherish his own master. He saw the real person, but he did not seem to be a single-hearted unrequited love.

... The life and death are really dirty.

Even if the situation is in jeopardy, Rong Ji still can't help but sigh, and feels disgusting and amazed. The men's double repair in the comprehension world is not anecdote, but it is also very incompetent, and the ink rain is the son of a dead child. Actually, he was engaged with his own teacher. If it was pa.s.sed out, Xue Zheng’s face would not know where to go.

Rong Jiu took a pair of charming and charming peach eyes, and looked up and down the night, and was preparing to say a few more words to add fire, but the other side spoke first.

"Death is dead, there is nothing to talk about in the old friends.h.i.+p."

"Isn't this the fairy king asking me?" Rong Ji smiled. "I answered the truth."

"Whoever asks you." Chu night Ning cold and cold, "I asked him from the beginning."

"He" refers to who is naturally self-evident, and the tone of the sparkling spirit in the tone, the meaning of the line with Rong Ji can not be clearly defined. The ink burned and listened to Chu’s night, leaning on himself, his heart was wide and his chest was hot. He wanted to say a few words to him. He was not close, and Chu Ning was angry and looked back.

"How do you deal with it yourself and do it yourself."

But the ink is burning in my heart, but I haven’t let it go. I’m afraid that this person will give them a scorpion when they turn back, and ventilate the letter, don’t let him go, take it with a fire/medicine bucket. As soon as I said something that should not be said, I am afraid that I can kill the night. After tangling for a while, see Chu Yuning went to the side to see the enchantment of the four ghost kings, and burned a plaque that smashed up the ninth, and lowered the voice:

"What do you want?"

"My heart is blocked, not calm." Rongjiu's eyelashes trembled thinly, and there was a s.h.i.+mmering light inside. "I just can't understand you. This wicked person can come from the beginning."

The ink burned knows that Rong Ji is not the kind of damage that hurts others. This guy has only done things that hurt others' self-interest. Even if they resent, it is the most important thing for him to live in comfort. He has no reason to run out and follow them at the risk of smog.

His eyes swept away and fell to the feet of Rong Jiu.

The pair of shoes that are too slender and white are wearing shoes, one is not wearing, and the mud is stained on the feet, which is obviously the result of rus.h.i.+ng to escape.

The ink burns your eyes: "To tell the truth."

Rong Jiu: "I didn't say it? The truth is that I can't understand it--"

"You have to make another idea to lie to swear at me. I immediately blocked your eyes and blocked them. I was thrown into the hole. You are already a soul. You are hungry and hungry in the air. You can’t escape. If you are lucky, Three or five days have patrolled to find you, bad luck, you are ready to stay in the well for ten years and eight years." Ink burned, whispered, "you look at it."

Rong Jiu really changed color.

For a long while, he said: "I changed my mind. I don't want to stay here. You have to take me out."

"Why, don't you want to be your ghost?"

"..." Rong Ji bite his lip and then raises his head in angrily. "I have to live a normal life and start again." He took a deep breath and said, "I want to reincarnate."

"Okay. Then I will ask you again. Did you tell me the secret of the patrol before, let them know my trace?"

"..."

"You don't say, I have a way to judge you." The red light flashed in the hands of the ink, whispered, "said."

"Yeah, it’s my whistle, but what about it." Rong Jiu raised his chin and his eyes were filled with grievances. "If I don't want to give them directions, can I run out?"

The smoldering fiercely loosened his clothes, and he smirked with anger: "You will fall into the grave, your uncle."

"I will still have blood-sucking people." Rong Ji slowly refreshed his dress, and glanced at the night of Chu, rather than far away, "Mo Xianjun, who cares about that person? You used to How do you treat me with me, I will tell him carefully, I don’t need to add any vinegar, what do you think he will do?"