The meaning of Rong Ji’s saying this means that Chu will rather feel uncomfortable and will be jealous and will not be able to stand it.

However, the ink burned but did not know that the feeling that Chu Ning had always had for him was actually love. He pondered these words and felt that Rong Jiu had to explain his own accounts to Chu Xiening, and the apprentice was so ridiculous. I listened to Master one by one, and the Master’s face still hangs? Not mad at death?

Immediately said: "Don't hit his idea!"

Rong Jiu smiled, very charming, obviously a man, but with a cloud of flowers, he said softly: "Then you even protect me, take me away, I will swear, guarantee nothing, but also No mess."

There is no such thing as ink burning, and a slamming sound, turn around and leave. Rong Jiu knew that he was acquiescence and he followed it with joy. The ink burned without taking two steps, jerked back, and the finger volleyed at him. He whispered: "Rong Jiu, if you are not honest, I promise you that even if you turn back to the well, you will not be able to touch it."

Rong Jiuyan looked at Mei Xing and said: "You don't commit me, I don't commit you, you don't bully me, I promise to be honest. Mo Xianjun, what kind of person am I, you still don't know? You are my old Have you been a guest?"

"..." It is said that the previous generation of ink burned a set of soft soft words. How disgusting it is now, but he has no choice but to go to the end of the night, and then go to the end of the night. It’s puzzling –

Was it awkward at first?

Song Qiu Tong Rongji... These are all things, how can you see it, can you like it?

If he can be born again in front of his life, he really wants to step on the neck of Xianjun, take a look at the guy’s head and see how much water is soaked in it. This one is called what's up?

Fortunately, Rong Jiufang didn’t say anything, and Chu Yuning’s person was a blank piece of paper on his feelings. Rong Ji’s veteran explained to him with a smile, and Chu’s frowning brows slowed down. Released slowly.

He even thought that the original way was that his mind was not pure, and he misunderstood the meaning of the "old friends.h.i.+p" of this young talent. Although his face did not change, his heart was quite awkward.

Since Rong Ji has come in, he can’t help but he is familiar with this palace. He said: “This street is small, but it is not hidden. If you want to detect the enchantment, please take it to you. a place."

Another place he said was actually a warehouse for storing ghostly woven fabrics. The white linen piled up very high to cover the whereabouts.

The three men found a remote location, and Chu’s fingers seemed to touch the wall of the patient’s veins, trying to feel the enchantment that was full of the palace at the moment.

However, after a long time, it was still impossible to detect. On the contrary, Chu’s soul became weaker and weaker. The ink burned over the back of his hand and removed his palm from the wall. He said, “You take a break.”

Chu Xiaoning was annoyed and helpless, staring at his palm and sulking: "Why is this soul less spiritual?"

"My share is for you, can you?"

"Can't use it." Chu Xiu Ning looked at Rong Jiuyi in the distance and slightly lighted his voice. "You are a human being, I am a ghost, and the yin and yang are blocked."

The place was closed for a while, and Chu Ning began to try again. If he had all three souls and spells in his body, then he could only see the powerful spirit flow into the enchantment, and he could see that the evil spirits of the four ghost kings were weak. Where is it, but he is now very insignificant and barely fits into the enchantment, just like fis.h.i.+ng a floating leaf in the ocean, it is too difficult.

After waiting for an hour, Rong Jiu became a little anxious.

He ran over and pulled the ink: "Is it out?"

Ink ignited: "Don't worry, sit here honestly."

"I have to die in a hurry. You give me a word of approval. I can't get out."

"Immediately useless, wait."

Rong Jiudao: "You shouldn't be a very good teacher? Why is it so half a day, there is still no movement."

"His three souls are not gathered, this soul is missing a spell. Can you be quiet?"

Rong Ji listened, it looked a little sad, the eyelashes flickered, and sat back on the pile of white linen.

After another more than one hour, Rong Ji stood up and walked to the side of Chu Yuning: "Xianjun, do you have any other way?"

Chu nightning did not blink, his fingertips still stuck to the wall and said: "No."

"Then, is there any other way to let you recover some spells?"

Chu Xiaoning listened, and for a moment, he asked: "Do you have spiritual power?"

"No..." Rong Jiuwei, "Why did Xianjun ask this question..."

"You have to, pa.s.s me some to use."

Rong Jiuxi said: "Is it so easy? Then let the ink fairy..."

Chu nightning interrupted him: "His useless."

Of course, Rong Ji did not know that the ink was not a ghost. He could not use the ink, and the smile on his face immediately froze: "Why?"

"No reason, the attributes are different." Mo-burn knows that Chu is rather not good at lying, he is not the ghost of the truth, let's not let Rong Ji know, so he immediately interrupted his words, "Excuse me if you can go outside to guard If someone comes, please run back and send a letter."

Rong Ji stunned him with a look of anger, but the three men were now a gra.s.shopper on the boat. He had to go to the warehouse door and reluctantly leaned against the door while peeling his fingernails while carrying the doubles. The peach blossom eyes of the smoke and rain swayed out.

The ink burned him and then sat down next to him.

After hesitating for a while, I still felt that I didn’t want to be fooled by the late night, and I said: "Master, I think... I want to recognize you wrong."

"What's wrong with you?"

"That is, you still remember that one year you sent me to the good and evil station to discipline, because I made a crime..." The ink burned, and there was no good intention to say obscenity. The human face is really a very delicate thing. When it doesn't matter, it can be as thick as the Great Wall. Once you care about it, it is as thin as paper.

The ink burned low, very stunned, whispered, "because I made the fourth, ninth, fifteenth commandments."

The fourth ring, theft.

The ninth ring, **** / chaos.

The fifteenth ring, scam.

Of course, Chu will rather not remember, he opened his eyes, but did not look at the burning, only said: "Well."

Taking advantage of the face of Qing Jun's abstinence, the ink burned more and felt nothing, and half a sigh of eyelids hanged down, whispered: "Master, sorry."

Chu Yuening actually faintly guessed what he was going to say. Although he was annoyed in his heart, he had always been clear in the face of his major events. What happened to him was that he hadn’t known it at the moment, he was cold and cold: Haven't all been fined for you? I haven't made it anymore, and now I'm taking it out and doing something."

"Because the outside is the nine...he actually..."

The ink burned no longer, and Chu Ning has not made a sound for a long time.

For a long while, the ink burned and heard the night of Ning Xiaoning sneered: "Is it his?"

"Ok."

He did not dare to look up to see the late night of the Chu, although the death of the sorrow can not help the disciples, the young monk double repair or have a good lover outside, it is normal, but the night is not the same, Chu night Ning Xiu is the way of pure heart, he has always been inferior to the love of the love of men and women.

What's more, when I was not looking for a regular rule to find a lover, I was going to visit the tile...

Xue Zhengyi is a child who may feel indifferent. Anyway, the ink is burning in the year of the weak crown. The repair is not the way to clear the heart. It’s not good to be clear-minded. However, Chu nightning can't stand it.

He would be disgusting. When this kind of reaction was disciplined by the good and evil in that year, the ink burned clearly and clearly saw disgust, inferiority, and disgust from the eyes of Chu.

Even though I have not done the same thing for so many years in the past, nowadays, Rong Jiu actually ran into the ghost world and Chu Ningning. Can Chu Ning’s heart be comfortable? I think this is really a sentence:

Not not reporting, time has not arrived.

He was not afraid that he would beat him at night, even if he couldn’t wait for him to take another day and ask for a meal, as long as he didn’t make any mistakes, as long as he didn’t want to find this old account, it’s hard to find it. The soul of the earth ran away, and if the night of Chu was rather negative, the smoldering might really kill himself.

Therefore, the more he wants to be more uneasy, instead of keeping the fire/drug of Rongji, it is better to go to the late Qing Dynasty and recognize the wrong one.

He thought about it. When he said this, the position of the station was in the direction of the door. If Chu Jingning listened to him and left, he immediately took the big fuss and hugged the people. It doesn't matter if you get angry. In short, you can't let this person fall and disappear.

Here, the ink-burning head is practicing how to block the road of the late night, and the night of the night, the clothes are slightly moving, and the golden red silk forging s.h.i.+nes slightly under the dim light.

The burning heart is shaking, he whispered: "Master respects..."

Chu night Ningdao: "The penalty has also been fined, and things have been going on for so long. What do you tell me about this?" He leaned over his eyes, his eyes were cold, his mouth was open and closed, and even some irony, "With me." What?"

I didn't expect him to say something about me...

The ink burned.

Chu night Ning that full of vinegar taste, he did not taste it, he only felt very confused, thought that the master was disappointed with him, unwilling to take care of him again, no longer care about him, when he was anxious, said : "Master, I used to be bad, you don't want to be angry..."

"Why should I be angry and have something to be angry about." Although the words are spoken like this, the more I think about it, the less happy I am. In the end, I will be angry at the end of the night. "I know that you are not so clean, what is old, and still Thinking about getting me?...Give me out."

"..."

"Go out!" Although I know that there is a sour taste in the export, I know that this is an old account, but Chu Ning still whispered unconsciously. "I don't know shame."

The ink burned and did not roll, sitting next to him, a pair of black and white clear and translucent eyes, so straight hooked and stared at him.

Half a sigh said: "I don't go."

Chu night Ning angered: "Go! I don't want to see you at this moment!"

"I don't go." The ink whispered, he insisted, like a broken stone, there was a hateful person, but he looked at the night, but his eyes were red, that hateful, Unprovoked and gave birth to some faint pity and stubbornness.

"I am afraid that I am gone, you will run... Master, don't leave me."

"........."

Chu night Ning did not know that he would think like this.

This matter, although it is a nausea once, but he is not the first time to know it. He knows the culture of the real world. After the weak crown, everyone who does not cultivate a heart, a man, a woman, almost a person People are inevitably a little romantic, nothing strange.

The smoldering is not Xue Meng. Xue Meng was the best cultivated and cared for since childhood. His parents are correct and his family is strict. This is not the case with other family members. But what about ink?

A casual and casual character.

Growing up in the corrugated fence.

Without a father, the mother is a musician.

He is a dog scorpion that n.o.body cares. Every day, he is so fierce that he is fifteen years old. He was taken back from the muddy pool by his uncle, licking his hair and muddy water.

To say that he is clear and white, a piece of jade, Chu nightning will not be a letter unless it is stupid.

But clearly and clearly, I really saw that the Rong Jiu-nong, who was in the middle of the year, was still being beaten.

He couldn't keep away from the smoldering, and he turned his head and closed his eyes to test his enchantment.

After measuring the test, I couldn't help but think of the small face of Rong Ji's white and delicate melon seeds. Is it very delicate to touch? There is also a pale pink mouth that talks and greets, the ink burns that grandson is bound to kiss, and the waist, the body... He can’t help but think about how the ink burns in the bed and the girl. The stuff is tangled up, it’s disgusting!

Some things sound like one thing, but a real glimpse is totally another matter. If you see it, you can't help but think, the more you think, the more you can't stand it. Chu night, narrowly open his eyes, the end is anger burning, he got up and pushed a piece of ink: "Get out."

"Master respect..."

"roll."

There is no way to burn the ink. I have to lower my head and slowly come out of the warehouse.

Rong Jiu, he came, some strange.

"Hey, Mo Xianjun, how come, have you quarreled with your master?"

The ink burned the roots and didn't want to care for him. At this time, he saw that Rong Ji had a headache. He loved him in his life. It was because Rong Ji was similar to the teacher. After he was born again, he was entangled with him. It was a resentment and thought. It is uncomfortable to give Rong Jiu.

But no matter what, the way you walked is just like the traces on the stakes.

Ink burning: "Don't sit here, I want to be alone, go to somewhere else."

The entrance to the warehouse is the most dangerous, and Rong Jiu Le has to leave.

But he took two steps, but couldn't help but look back and look at the ink. He suddenly became curious. He didn't know how the ink burned. How did he not see it for a few years? The temper seems to have changed so much, like what was affected. It’s really irritating.

The long eyelashes flicker and flicker, this wonderful person will look up and down on the back of the ink, suddenly felt that it is not right, and then carefully rubbed it again, his eyes will fall on the shadow of the burning foot ......

Rong Ji suddenly stopped.