He is like holding a hot potato, I don't know what to do, see more and more people look at him, his ears are stunned and red. At this moment, one hand reached over and took the child from his arms. Chu night was relieved and turned back: "Ink burning?"

"Yeah." The ink burned the child into an arm bend, holding it, and the other hand vacated, licking the hair of the late night, he looked calm, and saw the bitter sight of Linyi. There was a hint of gloom in the eyebrows, but when he looked at Chu Yuning, he tried to smack his mouth and not let his expression look too ugly.

The way he laughs and laughs is not as handsome as other times, but he is inexplicably warm.

"You all said it to the people on the island?"

"Well, let's say it."

"The fire in Linyi is probably not extinguished for four or five days. Before that, we have to stay in Feihua Island. There are not many houses on the island. We have brought so many people..."

"Asked the village head, saying that they are squeezing and squeezing, they still live."

There is nothing wrong with igniting this kind of problem. He knows more about how to communicate with people and what to look for. When I think about helping the harvesting of rice before, the girls in the village look at his eyes and know that he is more than happy. More.

Chu night, quietly thinking for a while, did not know what it was like, nodded, said: "Working hard."

"Don't talk hard with me." The ink burned a look at the candy in his hand, and he was in a good mood. He turned his head and smiled at the child who was still in the doldrums. "Why, why are you crying?"

"I want A Niang... I want to..."

The ink burned him to see that he was still so small, and he walked still and groaned. The mother-in-law was killed in the fire, and couldn’t come back again. She couldn’t help but sorrow, and took her forehead and rubbed his face. He whispered softly: “爹爹阿孃...some Things, it will take some time to come with you. You have to be jealous, they will be happy when they see you..."

He held it for a while, and the child gradually settled down a lot. Although he was still twitching, he never shouted again.

The child who burned his eyes and looked at the tears of the eyelashes, Chu Ningning took the candy and stood quietly beside him.

The man's side is very beautiful, the lines are tough and crisp. If you put it in the ink, it is the bones and bones, and the pen is st.u.r.dy. The book is straight and straight, and it is easy to tell a handsome face.

His edges and corners are very tough, his eyelashes and eyes are soft, like a spring leaf stretch.

Chu nightning is somewhat ecstatic.

So when the ink burned his head and bit the candy on his fingertips, Chu night Ning slammed his hand and stunned his eyes and asked, "What?"

The glutinous rice sugar is so small, the man's head is close to it and quickly smashed away. Naturally, the lips will touch his fingertips. Even the warm and moist tongue tip accidentally hits his fingertips. Chu nightning only feels a numbness. The quick and tiny intimate contact is enough to make his spine pick up the crisp/itch, just like the sprout breaks the seeds, opens the silent soil, and pushes the stuffy land to the softness...

The ink burned with candy, smiled at him, turned his head and blinked at the child.

As soon as he looked up, he rolled the candy into the mouth, rolled his throat, and said to the child, "Look, it's not a terrible drug, it's sugar."

Chu nightning: "..."

He had just been swimming, not paying attention to what the little child and the ink burned.

At this time, I regained my gaze on the child. The child was stunned, but he stared at the ink and looked at it for a while. He whispered for a long time and said, "Oh, it’s really sugar..."

"Yeah." Ink smiled and said, "This fairy brother is so good, how can you catch you to alchemy?"

Chu nightning again: "..."

Because there were too many things happening the night before, it was too stunned. The ink burned was not sleepy. The men, women and children who had been rescued were settled. The sky was already bright. He walked alone to the beach of Feihua Island, in the morning. The coastline will return far away, revealing the tidal flats that are not visible when the tides rise.

When I was alone, a lot of thoughts came up, and the cage was in his eyes, which became a lingering haze.

He took off his shoes and walked slowly along the wet coastline. His footprints stepped on the wet sand, leaving behind two traces of twists and turns behind him.

In fact, about Xu Shuanglin, there are still many places he can't understand, such as why the cold weather, the guy does not like to wear shoes, always willing to walk around with bare feet.

Ink burning is a person who has hidden a lot of past and is never treated well.

Perhaps because of this, he can clearly understand that Xu Shuanglin does not hesitate to ruin the Confucianism, want to destroy Jiangdongtang, and even disturb the mentality of the entire upper bound.

Being crushed and being squeezed out is not the most painful.

The most painful thing is that people who are close to each other are betrayed. The most painful thing is that they have not done anything wrong. They have always had a pa.s.sion for blood and want to make great efforts to become a master, but they are the first important "Lingshan Conference" in the realm of cultivation. On the other hand, he was accused by thousands of people, saying that he spent all his own efforts to create a unique spell, but to steal his brother...

Being ridiculed with white eyes, you can't turn over forever.

Mok burning knows that after this catastrophe has pa.s.sed, the comprehension will face this reshuffle. For those sects who are traumatized both on their faces and on their bodies, they will think: Xu Sulin is really a madman.

Perhaps only the ink rain that once smashed the blood and kills people, will only be able to think about it while walking quietly on this quiet and long coastline.

Xu Shuanglin, what kind of person is it?

This madman, when he was young, was also arrogant. He practiced swordsmans.h.i.+p in the orange forest. After the night fell, he was tired and satisfied to go back. He took a fresh sweet orange in his sleeve and brought it to himself. Is the total lazy brother eating?

At that time, he did not know that his brother had nothing to do, but he could rely on the three-inch tongue to let himself nowhere in the realm of cultivation.

This madman, has also buried in the magic scroll, thinking hard, squinting seriously, writing a slightly green view, and then dissatisfied, biting the pen, and then fell into deep thought?

At that time, he was not clear. In fact, no matter how hard he tried, the final result was stigmatized and hopeless.

The ink burned closed his eyes, the sea breeze blowing his face, the sun falling on his eyelashes, and a layer of gold rim.

He thought of Sansheng's hospital, drinking Mengpo water and forgetting the three things. Xu Sulinn took this name for the place where he lived. Is it just casual?

There is also the past life, the former Xu Chunlin crouched in the Confucianism Gate, and should be the same purpose as this life, but that time, he was in the bonfire for the Ye Forgiveness to die...

Leaves forget.

This name was also given to her by Xu Shuanglin.

Forgot what?

Has he ever tried to forget the years of injustice and unfairness, forget the hatred and glory of the past, and forget the ugly face of that face?

There is also Xu Shuanglin's hard work, the corpse towed from h.e.l.l, Luo Fenghua's body.

What does he want this corpse to do?

In the illusion, Xu Shuanglin and Nan Gongliu said that only the curse of the curse can be used to completely break the curse on the ring, but from the final result, Xu Sulin's real purpose is not to help Nangong Liu unravel the curse.

s.p.a.ce cracks, Jane Chess, rebirth...

And the last hand that protruded from the crack.

The smoldering faintly felt that there was something wrong with it. He was very worried and thinking.

Suddenly, he blinked blindly.

He thought of one thing -

At the time of Jinchengchi, when the old dragon died, he once said: "The mysterious man, in Jinchengchi, has the power to pick up the heart and cultivate the two secret techniques. One is the rebirth, and the other is the chess game."

At that time, it did not mention "time and s.p.a.ce."

That is to say, for Xu Shuanglin, he only cares about rebirth and cherish two spells. It is not necessary to say more, it is for the convenience of manipulation and manipulation of chess pieces.

Reborn?

Who does he want to be born again?

I thought about it and thought that there are two answers. One is Rong Rong and the other is Luo Fenghua.

Listening to Xu Shuanglin's words, the person whom Rong Rong once loved was actually him. Later, because of some variables, she finally broke off with Xu Shuanglin and married his brother.

But after careful inference, I feel that it should not be her.

If Xu Shuanglin really loves Rong Rong, she loves to do her best to rehabilitate her. Why can she kill her only son in her life?

More importantly, this guy has long been squatting at the side of Nangong Liu as "the elder of the Frost Forest". If he wants to resurrect Rong Rong with the rebirth, then at the Jincheng Pool, why not stop her directly? Was it sacrificed?

Not tolerant.

The ink burned over and looked at the sea that was reddened by the sun. The waves of the smas.h.i.+ng waves continued to spread. The tides were rising with the speed of the naked eye as the sun rose, and the world was brilliant.

It is Luo Fenghua.

The ink burning can almost be trusted, and the person who wants to resurrect Nangong is Luo Fenghua.

The Confucianism is far from being as simple as the surface, like the tides, the broken sh.e.l.ls, the dangerous starfish, all covered in the waves at the dawn of the sky.

The sea water rose quickly, and the fine sand and gravel was washed by the waves and spread to the beach where he strolled.

Suddenly, the foot was suddenly cool, and the ink burned lower, and the spray had already rushed up, flapping his instep.

"譁-"

He moved the smooth toes and felt a little cold. He wanted to walk back to the beach and wear shoes. When he turned back, he saw that Chu Ning came to him from the sky and the red sky, with a faint look, one hand squatting He casually threw the shoes and socks in the sand and handed it to him.

"How barefoot, such a cold day."

The ink burned as he walked up to the height of the sand slope, sat down on the sh.o.r.e of a rocky beach in the boulder, shook the sand on his feet and put on his shoes again. Suddenly he felt a little relieved. Although he was destined to be the kind of love he wanted in his life, he was still the best teacher in the world, and he would care for him and take care of him.

Seeing him walking around barefoot, he will worry about his cold.

"What do you think of the Confucianist door?"

"not that simple."

"I think so too." Chu Xiaoning's brow has barely stretched since last night. Even though there is a short period of peace and tranquility at the moment, his eyebrows are still smeared with sorrow. He looks at the smoldering shoes and socks. Fu will cast his sights on the sea.

Xuyang, which rises in sea level, burns a piece of gorgeous golden red, and it is very difficult to divide each other with the fire that is not extinguished in the far distance.

"While Xu Shuanglin was pulled by the s.p.a.ce crack, it is hard to check." Chu said, "If he does not want to let people know, it will disappear, I am afraid no one can catch him for ten or eight years."

The ink burned and shook his head: "He can't help it for ten or eight years. After the energy is restored, there should be some movement."

"How to say?"

Mo-burning told his own guess and Chu Yuening again, and said: "Luo Fenghua's body is not the real flesh, is the 'prosthetic limb' rebuilt in the infernal purgatory, leaving the ghost world, lacking yin to support, very It will soon be stabbed and decayed. So I guess for up to a year, even if he is not prepared, there will be new movements."

Chu nightning did not make a sound.

He is always cautious when he is doing things or thinking. For such an inconvenience, he will not be as bold as the a.s.sumption of ink. But listening to the a.s.sumption of ink burning is no problem.

"What about that hand?" Chu said, "The last hand that took the Nangong smuggling, what do you think?"

"..." The ink swayed and shook his head. "The first ban, I know too little, I don't know, I don't know."

This sentence is not true, although the ink does not want to lie to the late night, but there are some things, he really can't talk with the late night.

He dare not say.

Really, from the time he remembered, there have been few pitiful days of peace and stability. If you add up for two generations, I am afraid that it will not last more than one year.

A man who had been displaced for decades, suddenly let him sit down, gave him a pot of hot tea, and a bonfire, how he was willing to get up again, how to be willing to break this good dream.

So he can only say, don't know.

But my heart was restless, and he was almost certain that the owner of the hand would not be that simple. Otherwise, why did the former Xu Xulin not do so quickly to collect the five spiritual bodies and want to slaughter? If someone who is born again is not instructing him, confuse him, and develop according to normal things, Xu Shuanglin should not have thought about how to resurrect Luo Fenghua at this time...

What's more, when Jin Chengchi and Xu Shuanglin controlled the white son once said to Chu Ningning: "If you think that there are only one person in the world who knows the three major bans, then you may not live for too long."

The ink burns that Xu Shuanglin must be clear, and some people who should not have survived in this world have come to this world. But at the same time, he felt that although Xu Shuanglin knew that he had a rebirth, he did not know that he was born again.

Otherwise, why did he not directly expose his old bottom when he was shot at the Confucianist Gate? His memory scroll, as long as he got some memories of ink burning, put it in the fire, and Rao is a late night to treat himself better, I am afraid that this apprentice will not be needed again. Then everything is over, and his drizzle will never turn over.

Why didn't Xu Shuanglin do this?

Two possibilities:

First, he could not do this for some reason.

Second, he still doesn't know his own cards.

But in either case, the ink is very pa.s.sive at the moment, and the clues he has in his hand are too few. If the other person is cautious and no longer reveals clues, then he may only stand in the bright spot and wait for that one. Put a cold knife on his back at any time.

The ink burned up the lips, and the deep eyelashes fell and trembled.

I can't manage that much. In the last life, he lived in hatred, selfish, and did crazy things. In this life, no matter what the outcome, he wants to go through every day as much as possible, try his best to make up for those who owe it, try his best to protect the teacher, the teacher, the Xuemen, and protect the life and death.

Try your best to keep this moment of warmth that you have never wanted.

When the fishermen rushed to the scene, they shouted to the ink and burned them: "Not good, two Xianjun, something went wrong!"

The ink burned, the arm was on the ground, and immediately jumped up and asked, "What happened?"

"The big head of the island went to the sea a few days ago. Just came back this morning. She and her listened to the village head and said that things went through. They were very dissatisfied with the disposal of the village head. They were angry and said that they would not let those elderly children live. In the empty room. At this point she has driven everyone out, and the people you brought are standing outside."

The fishermen have a good heart, and when they say that they are blind, they are a little moist.

"It's pitiful, this cold day, even the clothes quilt are not willing to give... the big head of the household still said..."

Chu night Ning also stood up and his face was gloomy: "What did she say?"

"She also said... Only those people who came to Linyi, ate the dry food of Feihua Island, drank the water of Feihua Island, and wanted to clear the money with them. If they didn't pay it, they would... When the slave... stayed on the island to call..."

His words have not been finished, Chu nightning is already angry, the moon white robes flew, and went to the island heart village.