About people will change, even if they are the same person, they are the same in the beginning. However, because of various factors, the variables are reversed. After ten or twenty years, the temperament and circ.u.mstances will not be the same.

In fact, when the curse was burned to the ink, the teacher was also a person with a cold heart and a determined will.

In addition to his own revenge, his own pursuit, nothing can be accommodated in his eyes.

But at that time, he looked at another red dust of his own actions, he asked with enthusiasm, and suddenly I would like to know, Hua Binan's heart has had such a star and a half of the incompatibility, a moment of cold teeth.

He eventually did it according to the instructions of Hua Binan. At this point of sacrifice, he is riding a tiger.

He clearly knows that the private situation will make the big things fall short. Nothing is more important than stabilizing the ink and keeping yourself.

Anyway, he has been playing for so long, wearing a mask for so many years, disgusting into the bones, it is numb. What is the scene of the game, what is not the case, even if the death of Chu nightning, can not change anything.

Just carrying the ecstasy lamp given by the master of guilty, standing on the bridge of Naihe, wherever he has never gone, or even can not resolutely go to the fire for the loved ones, he can not help but envy.

If he can also be like Xue Meng, like a smoldering, to be the master of his own life, or to think that he can give his life to be the master, then it is good.

But fate never depends on him. Like a pear garden, he is unwilling to silently hold the hand in his hand.

At the beginning, seduce the ink.

The ink burned and smiled and said, "Sir, I really like you."

Later, I used Xu Shuanglin.

Xu Shuanglin lazily throws oranges and squints: "I have lost my life, I can't think of a friend like you, thank you for teaching me to reincarnate. When Luo Fenghua's waste is resurrected, I must let him cook for you. The dumplings are eaten - you don't know, the dumplings he cooked are best eaten. I can't afford to see you, I will give you a taste."

In the end, the picture is poor.

Like the worst plan he and Hua Binan had discussed, he had to sacrifice his own friends and win the hearts and minds of his teachers and friends, so that the door of time and s.p.a.ce could be opened smoothly at the moment of the millennium.

He is a man holding a chess piece.

But after ten years later, he came into his own p.a.w.n.

The taste of being controlled is actually not very good. He is not completely indifferent, but his mind is too strong and his wish is too deep. He does not want to give up.

but.

He really, really does not know, that a red dust of himself, the so-called "small sacrifice" refers to the lives of hundreds of thousands of people, a worldly dumping.

After he opened the door to life and death, he saw such a cruel truth.

This teacher is clear, after all, it is not the teacher. He has not experienced that decade, and has not fallen through that day.

At this moment, he really can't understand himself after ten years.

But there is no way to go.

At this moment, he is just an abandoned child. Like all the black and white armor on the board, he loses his edge and is useless.

"Master." The shadow of the lamp, reflecting his beautiful face, he is still quiet and gentle, "In fact, I think this thing has been a long time... I am thinking, the ink can be repeated again, can become No longer the same. I was thinking, if everything can go back, I will make different choices because of the difference in one thought."

The house is very quiet, only the voice of him alone.

"However, it is too late at this moment." s.h.i.+ said, "I know that the Master has hated me, and the ink has hated me. The Lord will not take me as a friend again... no matter this. Along the way, did I hesitate, and I finally became his appearance."

His hand was pressed against the cheeks of Chu night, and he quietly gave him the spiritual power of healing.

"I can't help but let the Master disappoint," he said. "The only thing fortunate is that my eyes are blind and I don't have to see you hate me."

After a pause, the teacher smiled, and under a smile, the room was full of spring.

"The last thing I saw in my eyes was that you are sad for me. Enough."

He untied the bundle of fairy ropes on the hand of Chu, and the curse on the couch was eliminated, and then the spell of s.h.i.+men was destroyed.

After doing this, the teacher turned and rubbed, and slowly left the secret room.

He traveled far and was swallowed up by the darkness.

At the same time, Tianyin Pavilion belongs to the same place.

Mr. Roulma, who taught the book, just returned from the private school. He knocked on the sore shoulder and entered the house. As usual, he had to go to the house to cook a cup of Babao tea.

Push the door in, the black light bonfire.

Mr. Ma couldn't help but frown, and when he went to the Capricorn lampstand, he shouted, "Mrs. Grand night, how can I not even have a candle? You are..."

The sound of the cl.u.s.ter, the fire knife flint polished.

Mr. Ma was silent and stood in the middle of the room with horror. He saw that the servants in his house had been strangled, like a string of wind chimes hanging on the beam. His old wife and son have been smashed, the **** intestines are flowing all over the floor, their eyes and mouth are open, and they turn in the direction of the door.

"Ah..." Mr. Ma wanted to call, but the export was a vague and trepidation. After a while, the scalp screamed and screamed, "Ah!!!!"

"Hey. Noisy." A man walked out of the back room and held the volume "Shang Shu" in his hand. He scratched the itch of his neck with a book and yawned. "I haven't seen the dead?"

"You...you, you!! Ink-ink...!!"

The man snapped a finger and explained lazily: "The curse."

"What, what?"

"Oh, I don't know." The man rolled his eyes. "This seat is reading the cla.s.sics of Mr. House. I know that the neighbors are not good at rest in the evening. Come. Now call, if anyone can hear Mr., please blame this seat."

Mr. Ma’s face is as white as a ghost. Two standing stations, he usually also has it. Where have you seen such a **** scene, I have already been scared and lost, sweating, and screaming for a while: “Ink...you ... Devil... You... Shouldn’t you be in the Tianyin Court? You...you...”

"Tianyin Court Law Field?"

The man raised his black to purple eyes and smiled.

"Yes, this seat is to go there to see. Or how can you hear Mr.’s high opinion of the day before?"

He said, throwing the book at his fingertips, straightening up the tall and straight body, and slowly coming towards the teaching book.

The lamp is s.h.i.+ning on his very handsome face, not who is stepping on Xianjun?

Stepping on the fairy, the dimples, and the dimples, made a glimpse of the teacher: "The life of this family is the most admired to the readers. It is really a slap in the face to kill your family. It is Mr. Tang. Ask Mr. Ann."

This is not a yin, no temperament, and a strange tone, plus people who are dead and dead.

Rao is a surname of Ma, and there are seventeen or eight courage. It’s not enough. He threw himself to the ground and snorted: “What do you want to do... What do you want!!”

Stepping on the fairy is just a smile, raising his hand and plucking, and there is a strange knife in the palm.

He squinted at the teacher and said, "Guess?"

"Don't kill me!!!" Mr. Ma screamed and kept moving back. "Don't kill me!!!"

Retired and slammed into something, he turned his head and was screaming at his wife’s blind eyes. "No, no, no, no, no, no, please... Don't ...... ah ah!! Ah ah ah ah!!"

Responding to him is a knife stabbing, straight into his lap, straight through the ground!

"what--!!!"

Stepping on the fairy, his eyes narrowed, his smile and sweetness: "Don't ask Mr.... What is the difference between music and music?"

"What, what?" Mr. Ma sighed, where the pain was thinking, just crying, "What..."

"You said it yourself." Stepping on the gentleman slowly, "Mr. said before the Tianyin Pavilion. Music, oh, oh, are people who don't know how to be self-respecting, widowed and shameful. · Sophistry, I didn’t expect that I would go to the world of revision, and morality has already fallen to such a situation."

He imitated the tone of the words of the teacher, and the old **** was there.

After that, after a while, I laughed and sang a handsome face.

"Is it still familiar, sir?"

Mr. Ma finally had some vague awareness between the intimidation. He remembered that this was what he said when he slammed his mother, and he said with a tear in his eyes: "No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no ......" He swallowed his face, his face was sweaty. "Hey, hey, he is happy... No, it’s different, it’s different..."

"How is it different? This seat thinks that Mr. said it makes a lot of sense." Stepping Xian Junpi smiled and walked over, and raised a strange knife. "If you say it, your mind is not so good, around you." There is always a lack of personal guidance. Mr. has such a dexterous tongue, it is better to give this seat, eh?"

"No... no no no!! Master is forgiving!! Grandpa is forgiving!!" Mr. Ma is incoherent and sweaty. "I beg you, Da En Dade, Daren Dayi..."

Stepping on the fairy smiles: "What is the master of the lord? Long without long ears? - Call your majesty."

"Oh... squat?" Mr. Ma stunned, but if he was alive, as long as he was alive, he could scream. Immediately after a sigh of relief, "Your Majesty! Your Majesty! Your Majesty!"

Stepping on the fairy, he pinched his chin and smiled and said: "Hey. Moral model, ask you, is this part of the house shameless, or is it a shame?"

"I, I, I! I am me! It is me... is..."

But what is the use of fortune?

Stepping on the palm of his hand, he was already in his grievances and crying, and he smiled and pinched his entire throat.

After doing this, the black robe man looked around the house and confirmed with satisfaction that no one was alive. This stood up, wiped the blood on his hand, and pushed the door out of the hospital.

Huabi Nan is waiting for him.

"Is it vented?"

"almost."

"Can you go back to Tianyin Pavilion with me?"

Stepping Xianjun gave him a look: "Go."

Hua Binan shook his head: "I really can't take you. I have to pay attention to such a small hatred. I won't say a few words about your mother, you are --"

"Do you want to say a few words about your mother?"

"..."

Hua Bi Nan's look changed slightly, and finally he turned his face and stopped talking.

"Go. You didn't mean that you got the heart of the Mozong master, and put it back in your body? What else you are doing, this seat can't wait."

Stepping on the fairy, the robes plunged and walked toward Tianyin Pavilion.

Jinguang s.h.i.+nes, Yunxia is first revealed, and the sky is bright.

With the horror of horror, the body of Mr. Ma’s family was discovered by the early neighbors. Such a murder case should be able to set off a big wave in the same place, but unfortunately it did not.

Because at this moment, there is a more eye-catching judgment going on.

On the execution platform of Tianyin Pavilion, the torch is burning. The wax oil melted and the pine and cypress scented. The two maids of the Tianyin Pavilion wore the robes of the golden silk, and the jade arms were soft, and the lampstands on both sides of the table were lit one by one.

It is strange to say that the appearance of this Guardian team of Tianyinge is surprisingly good-looking, male and female, and I don’t know if this is due to the method of repairing by Tianyin Pavilion, or because the wooden smoke is collected. When I was a disciple, I was extremely fancy.

"The world is self-explanatory, and good and evil will pay off."

One after another, the beastly bronze lamp leaps into flames, and the flame is like a bright red silk.

People are everywhere.

On the stage, under the stage, northwest and southeast.

The torture platform was blocked, and Xue Meng sat on the seat of the dead and dying, and trembled and s.h.i.+vered.

In these three days, Xue Zhengyi asked for people everywhere, but it did not help. Those monks are superst.i.tious and fair and fair, and they are afraid of mastering the ink rain of the chess game.

"He saved us."

The people who are dying of life are trying to explain to every persuasive object. "The day he dissipated the spiritual core to save us. If he had a conspiracy, why bother to do this?"

However, there are too many doubts on the burning body, so there are still no sects who are willing to stand on their side. Even the lonely moon night and the Snow Palace remain neutral and silent.

——

The first ban, which was lost for thousands of years, suddenly reappeared, compared to the first public trial hall that stood for thousands of years.

Only a fool will choose to believe in the former.

Therefore, Xue Zhengyi’s running seems so stupid, and the excuse of life and death seems so pale and powerless.

Xue Meng had vaguely thought, or else, hijacking.

But he also knows that it is impossible.

There are guardians of Tianyin Pavilion everywhere, and there are other martial art heads and disciples. Below the stands are w.a.n.g Yang-like people.

Countless pairs of eyes stared, can not escape.

Therefore, the birth of the spiritual core is ultimately the end of the ink burning.

"Tianyin Pavilion publicized on the 3rd, the crime has been fixed." The wooden smoke looked down from the solemn and beautiful side of the boundless sea, and knocked the bell in his hand, "with the inmates burning."

From the crime of sin, to the punishment. The smoldering was escorted, and a person whose core was broken was stared at by dozens of the highest-ranking disciples of the Tianyin Pavilion.

They are jealous. And he will die, and few people will survive after they have dug the core, and they smell the blood, and the eyes are s.h.i.+ning.

"The sin of the sin is burned. At noon today, the penalty will be seized." The sound of the wood smoke is clear and cold. "There are ten sins, read here to tell the world."

The rain has stopped, but the ground is still moist. The ink burns in the pool of water, and the shadow of the sky is squatting under his feet. He will move the line of sight and find the leaves in the crowd.

His dark eyes stared at her like an inquiries. Ask her if she has already raised the point of death and death according to her own guilt. Ask her if she has already figured out what she can't put behind.

Ye Jingxiu nodded to him, and the ink burned his lips to open a bright and soft smile, and the eyes were soaked.

The weather is great.

The rain stopped.

"The crime is one, killing the people, and killing people."

The sound of the wood smoke echoed in the Tianyin Pavilion, solemn and solemn.

"Two counts of crimes, arson burning the building, to report private."

Before the Buddha's incense was burned, the G.o.ds of the G.o.ds asked in the clouds, or they were angry or kind, fell down and held the ring, overlooking the mortal beings. Over the years, the burning of the ink does not like to look at the high heavens. If there is a **** in the sky, there is a sin in his eyes, and he is buried with sorrow, afraid that he will be discovered.

But at this moment, he finally relaxed. He looked up at the sky, the sun was washed, and his black and purple eyes were soaked into glazed light brown, which turned pure.

He looked at the sky, the sky was spa.r.s.e, and even the clouds were light.

The sound of the wood smoke is so far away, he closes his eyes.

Don't look at the shackles of life and death, and don't look at any of the faces of the old man.

"Sin six, stealing the ban, and breaking the big ring."

Suddenly thought of something, his eyebrows showed some regret and embarra.s.sment.

In the original life, I wanted to treat the night well, but unfortunately I couldn’t do it. Even the first true lingering of the promised heart was finally ruined.

Ended with failure.

He is not a good person, a disaster star, a G.o.d, a lame joke.

These two lives.

I want to protect my mother, I have no protection.

I want to report my feelings and I have never done so.

When I was a child, I wanted to be a hero. Later, I wanted to steal the day when I was the son of Xue’s door in my life. The end of the road was poor, and I had a heart. I want to be the most cold-blooded and ruthless emperor in the world.

It’s gone.

"Tai Xianjun, ink rain, Mo Zongs.h.i.+..." His eyelashes trembled, his throat rolled, and he finally sighed a sneer and emotion that he could only hear.

"You are really the most ridiculous person in this world."

He sighed and said, looking up at Gao Tian, ​​the wind blew his fine hair, he narrowed his eyes, and then thought, where is Chu nightning now?

About because I have received too much, I have already exhausted all the fate, so in this life, the last journey, I will not see you again.

pretty good. He bent his eyes and sneered at the torture platform.

At the very least, don't let Yu Ning see him like this.

"The hour will come! Prepare the sentence -!"

A majestic sing and a horn blew.

As if the nightmare casts a shadow, it seems that this "preparation" is introduced into the tympanic membrane through thousands of miles. In the middle of the mountain, the night of the night, the eyes open, and the stunned and stunned.

"Ink burning!"

The candlelight flickered, and he gasped with a big mouth and sweaty heavy s.h.i.+rt.

He s.h.i.+vered a little, almost subconsciously, opening his mouth and reading the name that entangled the two worlds. Then the throat is rolled up and down, and the eyes are straight.

He just seemed to see the knife shadow, and he had a strong embarra.s.sment, and his heart was stunned. I don’t know why it was terrible.

"..."

Sitting on the couch, the palm of your hand slammed on the face, and the sweat gradually cooled down, and he slowed down.

There was a clear flash of memory in front of me, but those memories did not belong to him - half of his soul stayed in the ink for too long, so that when he returned to him, he also brought a lot of ink. Burning memory. Those who were swallowed up by the eight bitter long hate flowers were thrown away.

Even the ink burns important memories that you no longer remember.

Chu night Ning has seen...