The ink burned pale, incredulously summoning the weapon that had just been gathered, watching a cl.u.s.ter of fire light up in his palm, and the ghost was called out, lying in his palm.

In comparison, the weapon that killed the eighteenth, except for the one without the handle, is exactly the same as the ghost. It is like a twist from the ghost. Is there a second **** in this world? !

Not as deep as thinking, suddenly footsteps from far and near, flying at a very fast speed. Chu night Ning is quieter than the ink, slightly indulgent, his eyes suddenly awkward: "Ink burning, first collect the ghosts!"

"what--?"

That's too late.

A group of people have already plundered to the entrance of the trial cave. There are feathers, there are monks who practice in Taohuayuan, and there are even Xue Meng, Ye Xijun, and s.h.i.+’s figure in the crowd... It seems that some people are aware of the trial cave. The stranger here, gathered almost everyone, came here.

So when the people arrived one after another, they saw the 18th outside the hole of the tragic death, and the willows were pulled around the neck and squeezed into the flesh and blood. The ink burned and the half-children were so embarra.s.sed that they had experienced a bit of fighting, and the ink burned into the blood, and the hand held in it was the scream of dangerous fire.

The bird is silent.

I do not know who suddenly shouted: "fierce, murderer!"

The crowd slowly became noisy, panicked, angry, whispering into a stream, and the earthquake shook the periosteum. "Killing", "murderer", "Where is the heart", "sadness and madness", "crazy" broken words are repeated repeatedly, and the crowds are like the corpse in the illusion, which gives the ink a illusion, just like a fantasy It is not over yet, and the nightmare is still going on.

The blood of Lin'an City two hundred years ago seems to be still flowing.

"No..." He dried his throat and took a step back. "Not me..."

A footstep, someone pulled his clothes.

In the smoldering chaos, he bowed his head and saw a pair of clear eyes.

He muttered unconsciously: "Not me..."

Chu Xiaoning nodded and wanted to protect him behind him. But what can he do with a small child at the moment?

Being anxious, suddenly felt the ink burned and took a step forward.

More and more people are shouting: "Catch him! And the child! Grab it! The murderer!"

"Can't let them escape, it's too dangerous! Get it!"

The ink burned back and moved to Chu, and brought him behind him, blocking him, then lowered his head for a while and gradually calmed down.

"The 18 girls are not killed by me. You listen to me."

The faces in the crowd are so vague that they overlap with some of the past life when he couldn't bear to remember. He barely saw Xue Meng in those figures, Xue Meng looked incredulous, then he saw the teacher, the teacher's eyes widened, his face white and terrible, could not help but shake his head.

The ink burned and closed his eyes, Shen Sheng said: "People are not killing me, but I have no plans to escape. You should always listen to me before you arrest me?"

However, even if the ink burns so, no one will listen to him. Unrest and anger are permeated in the crowd, and there is a female crown. "You, your murder has been caught, what is arguable!"

"Yes!"

"Get them both up anyway! If you really yell at them, it’s not too late to release them!"

"Catch it! Grab it!"

Xue Meng recovered from the initial horror. He came out of the crowd and faced the angry and distorted face, facing away from the ink, and said loudly: "Please calm down and listen to me."

"Who are you!"

"Why listen to you!"

"Wait, this seems to be a phoenix?"

"Phoenix? The pride of the sky? Is that Xuemeng?"

"It's him..."

Xue Meng's face was very ugly, almost pale, he sighed and said slowly: "Please listen to me. These two are my disciples, I believe that they will never do it. Let’s kill the innocent things. Please calm down first, so let’s listen to their explanations first.”

"..."

After a moment of silence, some people shouted: "Why do we believe in you? What about the disciples of the dead and the dead, you must know them well, know them well?"

"That is, the human heart is separated from the belly, even if it is the same door, how much can you know!"

Xue Meng's face is getting worse and worse, her lips are close, and her fingers are unknowingly clenched into fists.

Behind him, the ink burned and held the night, and he actually felt a little surprised when he came out from Xue Meng. The past life and the cousin did not have deep friends.h.i.+p, and they always couldn’t look at each other. Later he became a human being. The emperor respected, burned and looted and ransom, and naturally entered the two camps incompatible with the "Phoenix".

Therefore, he did not expect that, in the circ.u.mstances of such a thousand people, Xue Meng would actually be facing away from him and facing others.

The ink burned my heart and said: "Xue Meng, you... believe me?"

"Hey! Dog stuff, who believes in you?" Xue Meng half-faced, no good air. "Look at what you are doing! I am still one year older than me, but I want to give it to me." You clean up the mess!"

"..."

After the smas.h.i.+ng, I turned to the more fierce voice and said to those people: "What? I don't know them? One of them is my younger brother, the other is my cousin! Do you understand, or do I understand? ”

"Xue Meng..."

"Do you listen to a few sentences that will die? So many people look at it, can it be delayed for a while, can they just fly their wings and fly?"

At this time, the teacher also came out, but he did not appear to be more imposing, soft and weak, and stunned: "You can also protect the two of them, the eighteen girls must not be hurt by them. Please listen to the explanation, thank you..."

Ye forgets that he has come forward too. Although he does not guarantee the two, he is much more calm than those who are smoldering.

Ye forgets: "Even if you want to temporarily detain them, you should give them a chance to argue. If not, isn't it cheaper for the real murderer, and what if the person is hiding in you and me?"

He said that other people suddenly looked at each other and had a little more vigilance in their eyes.

"...all! Then let me explain!"

"But still catch it! Be cautious!"

"It's better to catch the mistake, can't let go!"

The ink sighed and raised his hand. After a long while, he laughed.

"I didn't expect to be surrounded by all the songs. Some people even wanted to believe in me. Ok, good, even if you are caught, you will be rus.h.i.+ng to three of you, and I am not angry."

He simply said the virtual environment, what happened in the country, and after seeing it, he saw the eighteen victims.

It is a pity that after the destruction of Shura, it is completely new illusion for others to go in, so it is impossible to test whether the smoldering is true or false, but if he fabricates it, he will piece together such a story in a short time. It is also really difficult.

Therefore, after he finished speaking, there are already a large number of people in the crowd, which seems to be somewhat shaken.

A relatively n.o.ble feather whisper and subordinates whispered a few words, and then said: "Ink burning, Xia s.h.i.+ reverse, although you have two words, but after all, there is no evidence. Before everything is checked, in order to complete the peach blossom source, Still have to be wronged that you have been detained for some time."

I don’t want to laugh at it: "I know that it will be like this. You give me food and drink, and I will not say anything."

"This is natural." Yumin paused and said: "From now on, the monks in Taoyuan need to be strictly guarded to avoid regenerative accidents. The monks who did not arrive in time, I will send people one by one to ask questions. I will sue the suspects. In addition, I will inform the heads of the factions about this matter, especially the most deadly life, and if so, I would like to ask the two teachers to come to the scene."

"Master!?" When the ink burns, the face changes.

There is no snoring in the silence of Chu.

"I don't want to ask the teacher to come! Can't I change my uncle?"

"The disciples have awkwardness and should be clear about their divisions. This is the rule of the realm of comprehension since ancient times. Is it true that your life and death are different?"

"not me……"

The ink burned and shook his head, sighing again and again, and I don’t know what to say.

There are rumors of disciples, and there is nothing wrong with this.

But I thought of the late face of the night, the cold and cold eyes. In the case of ink burning, he felt that even if he came, he would definitely be indiscriminate. If he had to teach himself a lesson, it would be better not to see each other.

But no matter what he said, things are hard to change.

He was shut down with the younger brother.

The imprisoned land of Taohuayuan is a small cave. The ancient thorns of the mouth of the mouth are only heard by the feathers. The inside is dark all day long. Fortunately, there is a fire pond, which is burning a flame that will not be extinguished.

Everything in the cave is simple, only a large and rough stone bed, covered with gold-red cus.h.i.+ons woven by wings, a stone table, four stone benches, a bronze mirror, several sets of dishes and tea sets.

The ink-burning and Chu-nighting were placed under house arrest.

Although the matter has not been finalized, the Yumin who is responsible for supervising the two seems to have a good relations.h.i.+p with the eighteen. She has lost her life without any death. The feathers have angered and burned two people, so she has made some scorpions in her daily life.

On the first night, the people knew that they would send some meals. The dishes were not good, but they were enough. However, on the second day, I just left some raw meat and vegetables in the hole, and the rice noodles were salted. I said that I had no time to take care of their food and let them want to eat and take care of themselves.

"If you take care of yourself, you can take care of yourself and cook. Who will not?"

When the ink burned, he slammed on the ground and picked up the delicious ingredients.

"What do younger brothers want to eat?"

"...all."

"Hey, the most difficult dish in the world is called 'all can'. Let me see, there are pork belly, cabbage... Hey, this bird can be really a trick, the cabbage is all scorpion. Give some flour and There are a lot of glutinous rice, and I don’t know how many days it is.” He counted it, and looked up and asked if he wanted to eat or eat noodles?

Chu night Ning was resting on a stone bed, heard a little thought, and then said: "face."

After a pause, I added another sentence: "The ribs."

"...haha, haha, this is hard for me, where is the ribs?"

"That's just fine, you can."

The ink burned his legs sitting on the ground, his hands on his knees, dragging his shackles, and he thought for a while and said, "There is not much material here. Can I make a bowl of rice dumplings for you?"

"saozi noodles?"

"Like it?"

"Alright, is it hot?"

The ink burned and smiled: "Look, there isn't even a shadow of the pepper in the bird's gift."

Now that we have negotiated what to eat, the ink will start to work. Chu night is short and the strength is not enough. He is too lazy to help, just kneeling on the bed, lazily watching the ink burning with soft white dough, and gradually his eyes are soft.

Suddenly I feel that this is also very good. I don’t know who he is. He can always stay in the ink-burning side. When cooking, he will ask him what he wants to eat. It’s really good.

Even some uneasiness, I feel that I have gotten too much, like stealing from a child named "Xia Si Kong".

The ink is cooked and the fried meat is coded. Yumin gave a poor amount of condiments, and he couldn’t do anything that was full of flavors and flavors, but the noodles were very strong, and the hardness was just right. Pork belly cut a layer of fat and simmered pork, Zla slammed hot on the surface, and it was very fragrant.

"Teacher, eat..." He looked up and saw that Chu Ning had fallen asleep, still in a squatting posture, his head was in his arms, his face was sideways, his eyelashes were long and his face was peaceful.

"Meal..." He muttered the last half of the story, then walked over to the bed and touched the hair of Ning Moyu.

"It seems that you are really quite like a teacher. I don't know what you and the teacher respect, what is the origin of the Linan Chu family, and I don't know who is going to harm us, oh... I don't know the master. What are you doing, knowing what is going on here, will you blame me for not knowing what to do?"

Speaking of this, the darkness of the smoldering of the ink is dim, and the tip of the finger is curled up with a black hair of Chu Yuning, and sighs with a sigh.

"You don't know him. Whenever there is something, it always counts me... He doesn't particularly like me."

It is a pity that Chu sleeps asleep. This sentence is like past and present. They have entangled decades of misunderstandings. They floated silently and silently, no one answered.

The smoldering and other noodles are almost cooler, and when they are not hot, they will be called up.

"Teacher, eat."

Chu night Ning yawned and yawned, sleepy for a while.

"Oh, eat..."

The ink burns the noodles. He loves to cook, but he doesn't like to wash the dishes. In order to wash a small dish, he simply puts the noodles in the pot that has just been fried.

Chu nightning was a little surprised at the unconventional meal, so wide-eyed, and looked at the big pot of noodles incredulously: "This... how to eat?"

"Let's eat together." Mo-burning handed him a pair of chopsticks, and he folded his hands together and smiled. "Beyond who is fis.h.i.+ng fast, start right away! Who can eat more? Let us wait and see." ”

"..."

The ink burned and finished, and smiled more happily. Chu Yuening stared at him for a while and said: "You seem to eat as much as you can."

“Specially happy, right?”

"Ok."

"Haha, the people are eating for the sky."

The ink burned and said, you are welcome, first fished a large chopsticks noodles, sucking and sipping the gangsters straight to the sac: "The ugly is ugly, but the taste is still cool and good."

"..." Chu Evening's face is not good-looking, "Dinner, don't suck."

"Ha ha ha!" The ink burned his thigh and smiled. "You, this child, is too much like my teacher. He also let me not suck, but guess what? I once ate with him, deliberately stunned. The bones are in his bowl, so angry that he is jealous, hahahahaha-"

Chu nightning bites his teeth and cuts his teeth: "You are really arrogant!"

"Right right! This is the reaction, how do you know? I still learn a lot. I think you may be a distant relative, really, wait for the teacher to come here, you can ask him to ask." Hey - don't grab the half omelette with me -"

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Feeding fish: Does the younger brother want to eat or eat noodles?

Big white cat: It’s cold, it’s better to eat dog meat (sneer)