As a person who loves weapons, such a scene makes Chu Yuning really utterly speechless.

He was afraid to see a fool.

I saw the flowers under the flower trees not far away. Shenwu can flex and control the size, but most people are willing to enlarge their weapons and become very prestige. If they are not good, they will retain their normal appearance like Chu Xinning. However, the ink burns will become very small, and the length of the hair rope is almost as long and thin, and the leaves are exquisite, and the G.o.ds are so arrogant that it is like a little poor child.

Everyone has different spiritual powers. The night of Chu’s night is golden after being filled with spiritual power, but the ghost is red.

So I don’t want to say that I will go to Liu Ye, and when I go to the swan, I will go to the old red line...

"Teacher, you put this in your hand. I want to know if the **** is the same as the day, and there is also the ability to tell the truth."

"Hey... you want to take me to try?"

Ink burned and said: "Yes, because I am the best with you, I also believe that you will never lie to me."

The teacher is still hesitant: "It is true to say this, but..."

"Oh, I will never ask for anything to do. Do you believe me, let's pull the hook?"

Said, stretch out your little finger.

The teacher is crying and laughing: "How old are you, so childish."

"Looking at the hook, I can pull at the age of eight, and I can pull it at the age of eighteen. Even if I am eighty-eight, I can still pull it. This is naive." The ink burned, and the suede smiled and raised the right hand of the teacher. Out of the little finger. The teacher was teased and angry and funny, but there was no way to do it. In the end, he had to go.

Who knows that the ink burned the little finger of the teacher, but did not pull him, but squinted and smiled: "h.e.l.l, work."

Seeing the sneaky two times, the Thunder is not overwhelmed, and the little finger of the sergeant is tied, and the other one is holding the little finger that is still burning.

The handsome teenager laughed like a fox who had a good ascension. The dimple was deep and he said with joy: "Congratulations, be fooled."

The teacher is simply ridiculous: "You!... you will release me."

"No hurry." The ink smirked. "I will ask a few questions and let go."

In fact, since Jin Chengchi got Sauvignon Blanc, and the teacher did not open the box, the ink burned a little uneasy.

Although the teacher was wearing gloves and was not able to directly touch Sauvignon Blanc, the ink burned still could not be completely relieved, not to mention the last box was actually opened by Chu Jingning.

Chu nightning...how is it possible...

So the ink burned that it must be that Sauvignon Blanc was broken.

However, in order to confirm this, he feels it is best to use the ghosts to confirm.

He did not doubt his true intentions for the teacher, but he was very worried that in the heart of the teacher, he was actually insignificant. As for the words of Jin Chengchi, it is more likely to be his own illusion.

He feels that the teacher's temperament is mild, and it is good for everyone on weekdays. Unlike Chu Yuning, there is a late night. The face of a woman who owes him Jinshan Yinshan is especially suspected.

Don't look at the one who is a fairy, and when you miss your sweetheart, this guy can entangle himself with his life.

"First of all." Although the ink burned in my heart, my face still smiled, so it was easy and casual, and decided to throw out a few unrelated questions to pave the way.

"How do you think Xue Meng?"

When it hurts, the teacher can't help but be honest: "There are very good masters, that is, speaking too straight, sometimes unbearable."

The ink burns and smiles: "Hey? You can't stand him anymore? Hahaha, no wonder, after all, he is so annoying."

The teacher blushes: "...you are whispering, you have to be heard by the Lord."

"Good." Ink smiled. "But if you say him bad, I am very happy."

Teacher: "..."

The ink burned and asked: "What do you think of the master?"

"The teacher is very good, that is, the temper is some..." It seems that the teacher is very unwilling to comment on Chu Ningning, but he is helplessly bound by the ghost, biting his lips for a while, or grievances, "The temper is a bit violent."

"Haha, where is violent, it is very violent. It is angry every three or five. If you are angry, you still refuse to admit it. I think the n.o.ble lady is better than him."

Chu Yuning standing in the corner: "..............."

Suddenly, the smoldering gas was a little curious. He asked: "So, since you know that the teacher has a bad temper, why should he wors.h.i.+p him?"

s.h.i.+ said: "The teacher is cold but kind, my talent is not as good as others, but he never doubts that I am dull. He said that there is no cla.s.s. If I am not good at attacking, I will teach me how to recover. He, he I am very good."

The ink burned was originally happy, and when I heard it, I suddenly confessed my smile and gradually silenced.

After a while, the ink ignited: "Where is he to treat you? Not to teach you some spells, and occasionally take care of you, for any Master, you will do this."

"That's not the same -"

Suddenly, the smoldering is not pleasing, and it is screaming at the gang: "It is not good for him to treat you anyway! I can do it for those he treats you!"

The teacher did not speak.

In this embarra.s.sing silence, the smoldering gradually subsided the smoldering fire of the heart, seeing the teacher pleading, and suddenly whispering, whispered: "Sorry."

"Nothing," said the teacher. But after a while, the teacher shouted a bit of awkwardness: "When you were not in the early years, when I was on the road, I was on the road and suddenly it rained."

"I didn't go to the teacher's door at that time. I met him when I was running in the rain. He held a red paper umbrella and saw me wandering, let me hide under his umbrella. I have heard him cold for a long time. Fame, when he walked side by side, his heart was very powerful."

"and then?"

The teacher looked gentle and said: "And then? Then we didn't talk all the way."

The ink ignited nodded: "He is so boring, and he really has nothing to say to him."

"Yeah." The teacher smiled. "The teacher has very few words. However, when he sent me to the door of the house, I thanked him. Suddenly I saw that his right shoulder was soaked, and I All the way to his left, no rain at all."

Ink burning: "..."

"The oil paper umbrella is very small. In fact, it is only enough for one person. He has blocked most of it to me. I watched him go far in the rain. After returning to the house, I wrote a teacher's post and asked him to accept me. Under the door."

"Don't say it." The ink burned suddenly. "Your heart is too good. If you go on, I will feel that you are very pitiful."

s.h.i.+ Yanwen said: "A burning, don't you think that the teacher is pitiful? He only has such a small umbrella, because he has always been alone, no one wants to accompany him. So, sometimes, the teacher respects I am stricter, or more reprimanded, I don't care. Because I remember his wet shoulders."

The ink burned and did not speak, but the tip of the nose was reddish, and the heart flickered with a trace of sorrow and grief.

The sorrowful feeling was a little vague, and suddenly I didn’t know the feeling. I was born for whom.

"A burning, I ask you a question."

"Well, you said."

"Do you particularly hate the Master?"

Ink burns: "I..."

"Or, don't you like him?"

When the teacher asked this sentence, he had always had a calm and soft look. I don’t know why it seemed to be sharp. The ink burned on him without any precautions. Under such sharp gaze, he suddenly became speechless.

The ink burned his head, neither nodding nor shaking his head. After a long time, he barely smiled and said: "Oh, isn't I asking you a question? I was accidentally surrounded by you. How can this be?"

Seeing him avoiding it, the teacher is not thinking about it, but he does not insist. He just smiles: "I will ask casually, and you don't have to worry about it."

"Yeah." The ink burned and sighed, and then looked up, through the thick lashes, looking at the face of the teacher like the moon.

Originally, his third question was to ask the teacher whether he liked himself or not. However, after this conversation, the mood was abrupt and heavy, and the lips were silent, and the ink burned suddenly: "He is my teacher, but only a teacher, and I don't like it."

Smell him to say this, standing in the dark, Chu nightning eyelashes fretting, like the wing of a b.u.t.terfly when injured.

Some things are like a mirror in my heart, but when I confirm it, I still feel that I am like a drifting heart. Perhaps the autumn was too early, and Chu Ning suddenly felt cold.

In the distance, the ink burned and the teacher was talking. He closed his eyes, and the slight nausea that emerged from time to time was on his head.

He suddenly felt exhausted and turned to leave.

However, after a few steps, the sound of ink burning was carried by the autumn wind, and if it was delivered to his ears. Let him stop involuntarily.

The third question asked: "Well, you said Xue Meng, but also said the Master, then let me say."

He lowered his intentional efforts in his voice to the lowest, cautiously, and even humblely asked:

"Teacher, what do you think of me?"

The teacher suddenly did not speak.

Like Tian Qiao, the ghosts obviously have the ability to force the truth to speak. The teacher refuses to answer, so the ghost is so brighter, the lock is on the fingertips of the teacher.

Teacher Emei said: "Pain..."

"I only ask you to say a word." The ink can't bear it, but this question is deeply buried in the heart. Past and present life has almost become his demon, so he still insisted, "How do you see me?"

s.h.i.+ Yan shook his head and closed his eyes. It seemed to be a painful one. The long eyelashes could not shake, and the forehead gradually oozes sweat.

"..." The ink burned him like this, but in the end it was soft, and sighed, "But..."

He is about to withdraw from the ghost, but the teacher is tolerant to the extreme, his face is white like gold paper, hoa.r.s.e: "I think you are very good."

The ink burned and widened his eyes.

After the teacher said this sentence, the pale face quickly rose red, it seems to be annoyed, and dare not look at each other.

Seeing the ghosts as a little red light, like the residual flower petals, they rushed back to recover the ink in the palm of the hand, the ink burned without pressing, bowed their heads, smiled softly, and then looked up at the teacher, the eyebrows and the tails were spring and blooming. mean.

There was some lazy laughter in his voice, but his eyes were a little moist. He said, "Okay, thank you. I also think that you are very good. Although Jin Chengchi has said it to you again, you can't remember it. So I want to say it again, you really... very popular."

Although he did not elaborate on what kind of like, but the teacher still has a red neck, can not say a word.

A pair of dark, lacquered eyes stared at him. The l.u.s.ter in the eyes is so clear, as if the stars are immersed in the sea, and the fine waves are on the Milky Way.

"I want to treat you very well and make you happy."

The teacher is not stupid, he looks at him, and he knows his heart well, and he can't help but bow his head.

The ink burned and looked at the heart, and couldn't help but want to raise his hand and touch the hair of the teacher. However, in the future, it was close to me. Suddenly, a golden light flashed over, and the vine whip of "啪" was actually drawn on the face.

"Ah!" The ink burned and the horror turned back.

I saw that the night of the night, Ning Bai, Sheng Xue, standing on the side of the green wall, looking down on them. The question of heaven is like a snake snake vomiting a letter, coiled to the ground, and the willow leaves are rustling, bursting out of a cl.u.s.ter of Mars from time to time, a golden light.

The teacher was shocked: "Master respects..."

The ink burned his face: "Master."

So what are you hate, don’t be liked, what about?

If you change to someone else, you may have to cry and cry, but change to Chu Ning... crying? absurd. Of course, it’s a painful fight.

Chu night Ning looks very cool, the model walks, the cold road: "I don't want to practice, what are you talking about here? In the light rain, do you think that you got the last piece of Shenwu great? You will win the battle, no one can rival Have you been so happy?"

"Master, I just want to..."

Chu nightning eyes are fierce, and the ink is shut up.

"s.h.i.+ Mingjing went with me to the move, and the ink was light." He paused and disliked, "Cultivate. If I come to discuss with you, you can't walk ten strokes under my hand, and I will go back and punish my heart." Three hundred times. Let's go."

Ten strokes?

It’s better to think that you are still going to copy the heart directly.

The author has something to say:

The teacher’s shock is not necessarily because the fish is being smashed by the singer, but also the fish is being bullied. 2333

Come and come, gamble and gamble again, the Macau **** dealer has issued a license, the next chapter [Jin Chengchi is injured and ill-health, why is the late hospitality of Chu, and what is wrong with gambling, if there is a guess ...... I will wait for the full text to finish, add a luxury sports car outside the Fan! ! Angry shot racing driver feeding the dog's head~

Ps.Friendly reminder, healing the bath is seen in the bridge section, I guess, no more hahahaha, play the play code and play the game (/≧▽≦) / ~