Chu late rather than asked, Xue Zhengyi did not mention.

The dignity of the dead and the dead is a little high, dizzy, and speech is not good.

He suddenly got close, staring at Chu Yuning and said: "Yu Heng, you are not happy."

"No."

"You're angry."

"No."

"Who is making you unhappy?"

Chu nightning: "..."

Ask?

Asking, I will feel a lot of happiness in my heart. Maybe the ink is not going to come back tonight. Maybe he is going to come back tonight, but Xue Zhengzhen’s retelling is wrong, or Xue Zhengxuan wrong……

Chu night Ning Yao looked at the door, the night was dark.

The feast will be gone and the seats will be cold.

On the first day of his departure, the ink did not come back.

The disciples of the whole life and death are all gone, even those who he can't name, even those who have never seen him, come, but he is worse.

If he is worse, the feast is broken.

A lot of crab powder lion head, sweet-scented osmanthus fragrans, pear flower white fragrant snow wine, are not filled with dissatisfaction.

Chu night Ning closed his eyes and suddenly heard the distance. With the place where Meng Potang was in the main entrance hall, some disciples picked it up.

"Oh--! Look! What's outside?"

"What is it in the sky!"

More and more people gathered in the past, and everyone in the room heard it, and the buzzing hustle and bustle, the spring and thunder of the one after another.

People walked out of the house and stood up on the gra.s.sy lawn in front of Meng Potang. They looked at the fire tree and the silver flowers were not night, the stars and rivers shattered into little fire, and they bloomed in the air and scattered.

"Show fireworks!" The young disciples smiled and smiled, and the youthful and tender faces were illuminated by the flas.h.i.+ng fire, and the stars were scattered in the eyes.

"It’s so beautiful, I’ve never seen such a big fireworks, I haven’t seen it in the New Year.”

Chu Yuning also slowly sneaked out of the hall. He was not in a good mood. Even though Xue Zhengzhen had prepared such a splendid fireworks event, he was grateful, but he still could not get rid of the boring heart.

"call out--"

A sharp whistle rang through the clouds.

He faintly looked up, a golden red stream of light like a string of arrows, ingesting the sky.

So lovely.

If that person is also...

"thumping!"

The dazzling starburst was blasted when it was raised to the level with Wu, and thousands of crystal golden huis converge into the stream, so the Galaxy is eclipsed, and the moon palace is dull.

Fireworks like a tree sea otter blows like snow, like a million rivers and rivers. In the hustle and bustle of the night, Chu Yuning slowly closed his eyes.

"The disciple is burning, and I wish the Master a clear exit."

Suddenly someone said behind him that the words were clear and the words were like needles.

Chu night, swaying, trembled like a thorn in the back, like a charcoal fire in the throat. His heart beats fast, the blood is screaming, and he can't breathe, suddenly looking back -

Behind him stood a few disciples who had just come out of Meng Potang, and they all looked at the sky with surprise. Some people read this.

Gradually, the person who reads is no longer one.

Everyone feels fresh, those little disciples, men and women, one standing, three or five in groups, all staring at the brilliant night, read this sentence.

The disciple is burning.

I wish the Master a good pa.s.s.

A soft voice is like a tide, like a proverb in a dream. A sentence is as determined as a rock, like a thousand mountains. Chu night Ning suddenly looked up, the night sky fireworks flowed by the spiritual power, flas.h.i.+ng, with such a splendid battle to form this sentence.

The fireworks are condensed into a dazzling tide that can be seen from hundreds of miles away. The colorful stars are separated from the mountains by the Wanyue Mountains. They have never rushed to him from the night, and the people’s joy and sadness. Oh, I also ran to him in this long night.

He felt that he suddenly became a driftwood in the sea. The sea was his eyes in the sinister house, in front of the Ghost Hall, and the eyes that suddenly ignited him, warm, hot, and decisive.

He has nowhere to run.

It was surrounded by the whisper of that person, the laughter of that person, the affection of that person.

Chu nightning does not want to manage what kind of affection, master and apprentice, or something else.

As long as there is love, it is enough.

There was no time for the ink to burn, and I came back before the dinner.

Even if the stars wear the moon, even if the horse does not stop, it is still close to the mountain.

Fortunately, there is also a communication firework made by the elders in the rucksack. He is afraid that he will be jealous outside, use emergency equipment, and be skillful. He can write on the paper and put it into the shaft to ignite, then he can put the written sentence into a vast The fireworks, even if they are far apart, can be seen in the dead.

This pyrotechnic price has a lot of money, which is extremely difficult to make, but the ink does not care, just ask his master to be angry.

Even if it is separated by thousands of miles, even if it is drowned.

He also wants to hear this sentence later.

"The disciple is burning, and I wish the Master a clear exit."

After two hours, the banquet dissipated. When I returned to the red lotus water, the night was deep.

Chu night Ning has a taste of wine, feels uncomfortable, wants to take a bath, but the sky has turned cold, the lotus pond of the red lotus water is too cold, washed once yesterday, almost did not freeze the body. He thought about it, went back to the house and took a few pieces of changing clothes, a tub, and went to the sound pool.

Wonderful Sound Pool is a bathhouse shared by all parties. He only took a shower here in the first few months after he came to the death and death.

It was already late, and few people would bathe inside. Chu night Ning raised his hand and smashed the fine curtain of the shower. Many places have been rebuilt, and the sound pool has not changed. It is surrounded by high walls and steps into the gate. It has to go through a veils floating in the gauze. At the end, you can see the six-level brush with tung oil varnish. The narrow wooden steps.

Anyone who goes to take a bath will take off their shoes and socks before going down the wooden steps, so just look at it here and know how many people are in the pool.

When Chu Ning took off his shoes and took off his socks, he also noticed that he had only put a pair of boots here. The boots were quite big, some were dirty, but they were neatly placed in the corner, and they were not littered because of the s.p.a.ce. .

Chu night, Ning Xindao, who is it? It’s too late to take a shower...

But he didn't think much. He held his small tub and walked down the steps with bare feet. He opened the last shackle at the end of the walkway and went down to the yard.

The mist in the courtyard is filled with clouds, and there is a huge hot spring pool. According to the ups and downs of the ground, a wide waterfall is created, which makes a rumbling sound. The hot air and the white smoke stretched out the soft waist from the pool, and suddenly rose into the air, scattered into every corner, every inch of the gap.

Because the fog is too heavy, in fact everything is blurred here, people and people must be very close, in order to clear the other's face.

Chu nightning stepped on the smooth rain stone path and crossed the heavy peaches to the nearest bath. There is a short frame made of bluestone, which is specially used for changing items. He put the small tub and robes on the top, then took off his clothes and slowly walked into the pool.

It’s really warm.

He couldn't help but sigh with satisfaction.

If you don’t want to bathe with so many people and don’t want to take a bath every night in the middle of the night, he’s really a bit chilly and rude.

After all, Xue Zhengyi is a person who has nothing to consider and considers very well. The sound pool is made by his supervisor. There are flowers at the poolside, Huasheng is the end of the year, and the waterfall at the end is used for was.h.i.+ng. If you are tired, you can lie down in a small wooden pavilion and press the meridian points with geothermal pebbles.

It’s too comfortable compared to the sloppy bath that was rushed in the red lotus water yesterday.

Chu nightning was forgotten for a while, and some of them were pleasant. When they saw no one, they stretched out the slender figure and went straight to the waterfall.

"Hey!"

He just emerged from the water, wiped his face, his lips were light and smiled, and he suddenly saw a man in the distance, a man was facing him, taking a shower under the fierce waterfall, the sound of the waterfall It was so loud that Chu’s late night was so close that he did not hear the movement of another person.

I am afraid that if he floats up a little later, if he continues to swim forward, the tip of his finger can touch the man's leg.

Fortunately, the cliffs and horses got up and did not touch people, but the distance is still somewhat rude. He almost stood behind the man, the man was very tall, much higher than the late night, and the skin was tanned and looked very wild. The shoulders are wide and quite, and the shoulder blades sway with the movement of the arms, like the golden mountains, which contain the power of destruction.

His muscles are not exaggerated, but they are well-proportioned, and the water rushes against his body. Some of the water flows in the masculine wide field, and some splash around, and some are like crazy. This body, willing to turn into a thin layer of water to cover him, is difficult to distinguish with him.

Chu nightning is a cold-spoken person. When I saw such a hot body, I was red when I arrived, and I was busy turning around.

But I don't know if the bottom of the pool is too slippery, or if his footsteps are somewhat unstable, it is actually a c.o.c.kroach, slamming into the pool water, splas.h.i.+ng a large splash of water!

"Cough!!"

This time, the night of the night, even the face was flushed, because of the fl.u.s.teredness, even a few mouthfuls of water, thinking of the water or the bathing water of the guy behind him, it was even more angry and disgusting, he also refused to accept anything calmly. , rus.h.i.+ng to stand up from the water.

He is a majestic elder, he can

Suddenly a smooth line, a strong hand to hold him, and the hands of the late face of the lost night, from the rus.h.i.+ng water, the man was obviously shocked by his movements.

"Are you OK?"

The man clutched his arm, his voice was low, and their height was different. Just when the man bowed his head, he breathed in the ear of Chu’s late night. "The stone here is very slippery, be careful."

Chu Xinning’s ear is redder. He can almost feel that the man’s chest is behind him. It’s a long way away, ups and downs, ups and downs, when he’s volts, his heart is soft, he spares his life, but when he starts, he’s so arrogant. It is almost attached to his back.

Chu nightning was so angry and angry, how often did he come into contact with people?

Suddenly opened the man's hand, Chu night Ning face gloomy, but his eyes flashed: "I am fine."

The sound of the waterfall is very loud, and the sound of Chu’s lateness is not clear.

But somehow, after hearing him talking, the man slammed and the whole person suddenly stopped. He raised his hand slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but he did not have the courage to say...

In the meantime, Chu Xiaoning has already gone a little further, stepping in, or hiding in the bottom of the lively curtain of boiling back.

The author has something to say: Today, the bib has a "Frost, a sword, a simmered meat bag", the wife of the forgotten little prince, knocking soft and cute, hahaha~ can't help but want to touch the back of the little prince~~ Hey~~Thank you big baby~~

The small theater comes from an old joke, scratching his head

Ink burning: 唔... The t.i.tle reminds the teacher to slide carefully, how does the master still slip? (laugh)

Chu nightning: ...Does this not be careful?