This is not a good place to talk. Stepping on the fairy squatting Chu nightning, all the way to the wind and rain, immediately returned to the Wushan Temple. Xue Meng on the corner of the horns is no longer there. I want to come, too, the smart character of Mei Hanxue, knowing what is a temporary retreat.
Lifting their feet and slamming the door, they are wrapped in wet wind and rain, into the warm and dry hall.
The lamp that had been left in order to wait for the late night was already extinguished.
Stepping on the fairy does not care, the moth can not be a fire, he can also be a difficult spider to catch a hunter, eight scorpion forest, bring the prey to his own nest.
He violently pushed Chu Ningning to the bed, from the top down, the man who said nothing, his face was blue and his eyes were cold.
He felt that he had a lot of words to say, but he could move his mouth and mouth, but the last thing he spit out was not salty or faint.
"What's the matter, is it necessary to be a person like him, are you willing to look up and look at this seat?"
He picked up the face of Chu’s late night and forced the dark scorpions to look at himself. Under the tentacles, the face was wet and cold.
"Chu Ningning, you'd better figure out one thing." He was almost gnas.h.i.+ng his teeth. "There are no masters in the world. Even if you don't give up, he won't come back."
Chu nightning seems to be acupuncture, the numbness of the numbness has a vague tremor. Such a reaction undoubtedly made Teng Xianjun more and more hateful. He suddenly fired his heart and deceived the other person's cold lips.
From kissing to wide-clothing, I am familiar with it. The man in front of me is a hard bone, but he has been squatting for so many years, naturally knowing how to sneak out and take it into the abdomen.
The rebellious moves were exactly the same as in the previous life. Stepping Xianjun almost easily resolved his offensive, and then took the prepared medicine that had already been prepared on the bed and could not help but send it to his lips.
"Well, you don't want to see you like a reluctant look. Come and eat."
Seeing the late night of Ning’s eyebrows, his eyes were cold, his hands were almost cruel and violent, and the lips of Chu’s late night were bleed, and he was forced to import the medicinal herbs, and then immediately leaned over. Contains the two thin lips.
His rough tongue stuck in, against the medicine of the bones and intestines, wet and hard into the throat of the night.
"Well……"
The thick rust and suffocation turned away at the edge of the lips. The soft and moist tongue brought the pill to the throat, and Chu Ning could not get rid of it, and finally swallowed it all into the abdomen.
When the smoldering fired him, he suddenly bowed and coughed up, and he vomited disgustingly.
"Thinking so shallow?"
"..."
"When you bite him, why didn't you see that you want to spit it out?"
Chu night, the color of the land is changed, and the eyes are wide open, like a ghost in the day, staring at the pale, with a sly face.
"Why, do you think that you and his things, no one knows." Stepping said, the expression is proud and annoyed. "In fact, what you do. This seat is clearer than anyone else."
He said, took off his robes that were wet by the rain and went to bed. The soft animal skin blanket immediately fell, and his wide, well-proportioned shoulders were slightly arched and his arms were held, looking down at the man lying underneath himself.
The forehead of the wet sag hangs down, and the rain drops on the cheeks of Chu’s late night, reflecting in the eyes of the stepper.
Stepping on the eyes of Shen Xianjun, leaning over, sticking out the tip of his tongue and licking the crystal water drops.
He felt that Chu Ning’s body was taut and tightened, so he chuckled: “How are you still so sensitive?”
"..." If you say that in the past, Chou will be angry and let people go away, then at this moment, he is more than sorrowful, just biting his lower lip, not snoring and not insulting.
It’s just a fingertip, and the bones are all right, still can’t help but tremble slightly. He hates this kind of involuntary.
Seeing that he was uncomfortable, stepping on Xianjun began to calm down, watching the person under his body gradually rising red face because of sputum and medicinal properties, slowly whispering: "Speaking, he has not entered your back?"
Hand dragging down, whispering with ear:
"Tell me, are you still as tight as before?"
Obviously, with a handsome face, he said something like this. His voice became more and more confusing, his fingertips were more and more comfortable, and the medicinal nature was more and more eager to be evoked under his caress. Stepping on the fairy looked at the face of the imaginary thoughts, the throat was rolling, and the voice was blazing.
"If you don't answer, I will go in and try it myself... Let me see if you think about me..."
The medicine is a good medicine, and it takes effect very quickly. Chu nightning is already a spleen at the moment. He can't make a little effort on his body. He can only let him step into the body and put his legs on his shoulders.
He blinked his eyes and his eyelashes fluttered.
Unlike the previous ink burning, Stepping Xianjun is much lazy to do foreplay, and there is little warmth. Chu nightning can clearly hear him take off his robes, and then the heat has already resisted him, ready to go, waiting for aggression.
At this time, someone knocked at the door: "Your Majesty, the predecessor asks you -"
"Get out!"
The sound of the sizzling sound of the sizzling sound of the porcelain smashed, and he took the tea from the side and smashed the past before the ignorant attendant entered the door.
The temple door was closed immediately, and no one dared to come in and disturb.
Stepping on the rough thumb of the fairy, he rubbed the lips of Chu’s late night: "Look, there is only you and me here. You can only have you and me."
Outside the wind and rain, thunder and lightning.
I don't know how long it took, the movement in the house gradually subsided.
Replaying the curtains underneath reveals the messy and slippery quilts, and the brightness of the photos outside the window is different. This rainstorm has not stopped, but it has grown bigger and bigger.
Chu nightning opened his eyes in the dark night, and the man around him was already asleep. Perhaps it is because of so many years of companions.h.i.+p has become a habit, or perhaps because it is safe to feed him to eat soft gluten. In short, this man sleeps very well, without any precautions. Half of the body's well-proportioned body is still pressing on him, heavy and breathless.
Chu nightning turned his head and looked at the man's face.
When the time and s.p.a.ce of life and death was just cracked, he also touched Teng Xianjun, remembering the cold touch and the dead chest.
But the person who is close to him at this time has a heartbeat.
The nucleus that was dug out was re-formed into a heart-like object in the body of the stepping prince.
- Don't think too much, the ink burns are dead, no matter which world is dead, it is already dead.
In the slow and powerful heartbeat, Chu Yuning told himself.
The ink burned is dead. This is just a soulless body.
You know what you should do.
The heart is as hard as iron, and the glow is gathered in the palm of your hand, but when it s.h.i.+nes, it is dark and finally extinguished.
Chu nightning silently stared at the man who was close at hand.
The light is very dim. When you step on the eyelashes with your eyes closed, it is even more difficult to identify whether it is past or present.
Chu night Ning suddenly felt that at this time, it was like the rainy night when they first fell asleep in Wuchang Town. That night, in fact, he also woke up, he also used to rely on the past, gently kissed the face that burned and burned.
Do not. ... no no no.
The ink burns is dead... even if there is a heartbeat, it is also a corpse, even if it can talk, it also loses the soul.
died.
But why would he still remember the things after the reincarnation, why the emotions in his eyes are so full, why...
Chu night Ning Liran, can't think of it anymore.
Gritted teeth, the light in his hands, Huai Sha summoned, condensed into a cold golden sword. Turning over for only a moment, he closed his eyes, regardless of exhaustion, and smashed his chest toward the chest of Xianjun! !
"ĺ—¤", there is no sword handle!
Chu night, squinting at the eyes, there is no shadow around. The sharp blade of Huaisha was put on the bed, and the **** of the iron-cutting mud did not end up with the emperor who walked away.
The rain was too hurried, and a window in the east was in disrepair. It slammed open in the stormy night, and the rain poured in, and the wind blew.
The pale lightning of the cracked sky smashed into the house, and the bright light of the snow reflected a sultry face on the couch.
"This seat has also been naively thought that you probably won't start again."
"..." Chu nightning slowly turned back.
Stepping on the bedside, the red/naked chest has a shallow scratch. It is a trace of scratching when he is dodging. He doesn’t care about it. He only looks at the cold night: "I don't think you still I want to kill me."
He was deceived in the past, and the speed was amazing. He caught the night of Ning's wrist in an instant. He only heard a crack, and he straightened the arm of Chu Xinning.
"Is it very unexpected, I seem to be more powerful than ever before?" Stepping Xian stared at the late night, but it was still pale, but still unspoken face, faint, "You have never seen these moves." ""
He paused and seemed to be self-deprecating: "In fact, there is nothing unexpected. If you let me stay here alone. No one is familiar with you, you can't take it lightly. The most interesting thing every day is only the practice. In this way, after seven or eight years, you will be much better."
Huaisha’s brilliance was lost, annihilated into a shredded shadow, and re-integrated into the bones of Chu’s lateness.
Stepping Xianjun smiled at him: "Master, once, my tricks were given to me. But now it is not."
"..."
"How long has he been born again, I have been suffering in this world for almost a long time, and now I have also obtained his nucleus." He said, with a thick, thick thumb, licking the nightmare of the night, "teacher It’s impossible for Zun’s ability to kill me.”
After a while, he seemed to think of something, so he said: "Master may not know, I have done something in this dilapidated red dust these years?"
He has no relatives and no longer calls himself a seat.
"I will take you to see it."
He is not far from where the night is going, so he is in the back mountain of the dead and the dead, and the weakest place in the enchantment film.
Before the fight, his clothes were soaked, and Chu’s clothes were torn apart by him. However, Teng Xianjun was not worried about this. He pointed at the **** and ordered it with Lingdie. After a while, Liu Gong held a stack of clean clothes and entered the temple.
Chu Xiu Ning saw behind the curtains through the gap to see the old servants who had not seen for many years. I don’t know what it is.
"Your Majesty, clothes are delivered."
"These old clothes, only you know where to put them, it is very fast." Stepping Xianjun faintly, "Let's stop. You step back."
Knowing that at this moment, Chu Ning was in the account, and the old servant’s hand was slightly trembled. Although he wanted to look at the old master again, but because he was not ceremonial, he still lowered his head and squatted on the ground. Step out of the temple.
The clothes are fit, they can't fit, because that's the old things of Chu's past life.
The ink burned with his slender legs sitting next to him, and he looked at Chu Xiening after wearing it. His eyes were a little fuzzy. No one knew what he was thinking, just like no one knew why Chu Zong died. So many years, hate his stepping emperor or refuse to burn those clothes.
It is obviously something that no one can use anymore.
The rain is still very big, the dark clouds in the night sky are rolling, and the vision is overgrown, but Stepping Xianjun lazily propped up a rain-proof enchantment and shrouded himself with Chu Yuning. All the way through the pavilions and pavilions, the eyes are full of dark storms, the scenery and the face of the servants are so vague.
"Your Majesty, Master."
"See Your Majesty, Master."
Walking through the Sansheng Hall, you can already see the ominous red light rising from the back of the mountain on the bridge. Stepping on the front, stepping on the front, this time looking back and laughing like a smile, Chu night Ning: "The dying of the dead is sent to the intersection of yin and yang, the enchantment is the weakest, you used to make up, but have you ever felt Other than the ghost?"
Chu night rather than answer, but the finger has been punched into a fist under the sleeve of the robe.
How much he already knows what he will see--s.h.i.+ Mingjing tears time and s.p.a.ce, and controls the chess game, the two worlds, and the last thing to do is not too simple.
"..."
"Since you have arrived in this red dust, you must have pa.s.sed through many villages and towns." Stepping down on the step of stepping down, walking side by side with him, the tone is calm and plain, "Is it true that those villages are good, the town Is it quiet and terrible?"
Together, the two men pa.s.sed through the narrow intestines leading to the back mountain and opened the fallen lush vines.
Another corner in front is the back mountain cliff.
Stepping on the king suddenly stopped, standing on the corner, the back of the cliff seemed to be burning with raging fire, reflecting the redness of the mountain. He crossed his face halfway, and the red light spread to his eyes. He licked his mouth and opened a sweet smile at the night.
"This year's achievements have been exhibited here. Master, please."