"Ink burning, ink burning."

It seems that someone is calling him.

He opened his eyes in confusion, reflecting a white shadow in the faint field of vision. He vaguely felt that this person was very similar to Chu, but could not believe it. He only thought that the man folded his hands on his chest and kept going to him. The blood flows across the stream.

So warm...

who is it?

He tried to look at the shadow that was too vague.

"Ink burning..."

"Master, Master?"

He swallowed his throat and asked him.

There were warm drops of water dripping on his cheeks. Gradually, he cleared his eyes. The people in front of him had a pair of phoenixes like Jiangnan apricot flowers. Their faces were pale and blood stained. The ink looked at him steadily, and he never saw such a look on the face of Chu.

His master has always been meager, but the people in front of him are crying.

The ink burns out and wants to touch, wanting to know if this is true, or the illusion of seeing the dead. But the fingertips were a few inches away from the man's cheeks and stopped again.

Sometimes hating a person is a habit. If you shouldn’t hate him suddenly, you will become very upset.

He didn't dare to run into it.

I am afraid that it is true.

I am afraid that it is a fake.

He saw that after the night of Chu, he was full of blood and sea. I don’t know if it was the town of Choi b.u.t.terfly after the war, or he was already in Shura. He knows that he is doing a lot of evil, and he has a lingering death.

Can be late in Nanjing...

He is a good person.

How can I come with myself and sleep forever?

"There is one last point." Chu Yuening's voice is like coming from the deep sea, so hey, "You can't sleep, otherwise..."

He saw blood leaking from the corner of Chu’s mouth.

The golden light was growing more and more, and suddenly the person in front of him was caged by the halo, and turned into a child.

"Otherwise, if I am under the jade, I will not have your apprentice."

"Xia s.h.i.+di!"

I saw that Chu Ning became a Xia s.h.i.+ reverse, and the smoldering was extremely shocked. The wound suddenly became very painful, and I couldn’t think too much. I was faint again.

"Ink burning."

The gentle, almost sighing voice, I don’t know the illusion of the past, but the whisper that he left in his ear.

"Sorry, it is Master's fault..."

This is another sentence! This is another sentence!

Chu night, I don't want you to admit mistakes, I want you -

how?

Suddenly, I didn’t know what I was thinking.

Don't admit his mistakes, what about him?

Suddenly opened his eyes and gasped fiercely. The ink burned sweaty heavy s.h.i.+rt, looked up and saw a neat and clean room, not too much decoration.

He is already lying in the dorm room of the dead.

He is still alive...

I looked around incredulously, raised a slightly cold hand, and touched the place where my heart hurt. There was a thick bandage wrapped there, and the blood stained through the gauze. It hurts a bit, but under the gauze, the heart is still beating, so powerful, surging the ecstasy of the rest of the robbery.

He is still alive.

He is still alive! !

The blood flow rushed wildly in the young body, shaking his soul and shaking his fingertips.

Suddenly I heard the sound of the warm curtain rolling, the ink burned on the couch and looked up, facing a beautiful woman who came in the curtain, or a little cold outside, he was wearing a white robe, black hair hanging With a slight soft eye, the tail is self-stained with three-point thin red, but it wins a lot of rouge.

The teacher didn't expect the ink to wake up, and he was shocked, and then he said: "A burning? You, you..."

"Teacher! Teacher!"

The ink burned him several times, his eyes were very bright, and the black stone shone like a light. He jumped out of bed, and he did not care for the pain of the wound. He licked his mouth and smacked his mouth. He rushed over and took the teacher’s head full of happiness. From the resort one channel.

"Great! You are not dead! I am not dead! It has pa.s.sed, it has pa.s.sed!"

This cleavage was a catastrophe in his previous life. The sorrowful sorrows from the sky, took away the sergeant, and pushed the ink to the abyss of sin.

After he was born again, he was uneasy. This is the chaos. He will repeat the same mistakes. In the end, he will once again be alone, stepping on the beloved bones and walking alone to the empty Wushan Temple.

But G.o.d did not thin him. When he stood up and was willing to die for the teacher, everything changed.

He will not be alone, he will not be rebellious, he will not be forced to rush to Liangshan at night, and become a loyalist. From now on, evil will be broken.

He really got rid of the nightmare of his past life, he really reborn.

The ink burned with the teacher, and it took a long time to separate. The fireworks in the eyes overflowed, so bright, like the twinkling stars.

The teacher still stood in the same place until the ink burned his shoulders, and looked at him with a low smile. After watching it for a long time, he gradually returned to his forehead and explored his forehead. Chin.

"A burning."

"Hmm."

When the teacher raised his face again, with a light smile, his eyes were a little wet.

"Fortunately, you are still alive."

Ink smirked and grabbed his head, grabbed his hand and said, "A fool, how can I have something? I..."

I want to say more, and suddenly there is another smas.h.i.+ng curtain outside, big stepping.

"Xue Meng?"

"..." Xue Meng was really a careful eye. It was about to be robbed of the limelight when the film was exorcist. His face was gloomy and his lips were tight. Seeing that the ink was awake, it was just a pause, and then turned to the teacher and shouted, "When did he wake up?"

The teacher was hesitant to speak for a moment, and there was some worry in his tone: "Just."

"... um." Xue Meng responded, still not willing to see the ink.

The child who burns the heart is a child. When compared to the limelight, he is robbed of candy. He has no good face for a long time.

However, he was in a good mood, and he did not want to compare with Xue Meng. He smiled and said: "It seems that I have been sleeping for a long time. Who brought me back?"

"Who can still be there." Xue Meng's sleeves are hand-bearing and his face is very poor. "Isn't it a master?"

"what."

It’s a glimpse of the burning of the ink. When the coma was a little fragmented, it flashed from the front, but after waking up, I was shocked and happy. The things I saw at that time became more and more uncertain. It was true or false.

He meditated: "The teacher respects... Xia s.h.i.+di..."

Listening to him, Xue Meng’s body couldn’t be checked for an earthquake, and then he said: “Are you glimpsed?”

"what?"

"Xia s.h.i.+di is a teacher."

The smoldering was originally a guess. At this time, I suddenly felt shocked and could not help but eclipse: "What!!"

Xue Meng turned his head and looked strange. It seemed to be trying to swear: "What? I thought you already knew it."

The ink screamed and shouted: "How can I know! I was just in a coma... blurry as if the two of them were alternated... I..."

Thinking of Xia s.h.i.+ and his own companions.h.i.+p in Taohuayuan, the two sleep together, and think of their own feelings when they are in Linling, and the golden hairpin that falls out of his clothes when he is entangled with Chu.

Jellyfish handkerchief.

Will change the size of the clothes with the shape.

Clay soup in the hands of Xia s.h.i.+ counter.

He turned his head and shouted at his brother, and he touched his head and smiled and said that we are brothers in the future, and the brothers hurt you.

The piles were scattered like smoke in front of the eyes. For a moment, it was the face of Chu Xiaoning who was too faint, and in a moment it was the appearance of Xia Si’s lips.

He once said that he was not good at the late Xia Si, and he did not like him.

He also patiently combed Changsha for Changsha.

The hair is so soft that it flows like a piece of ink between the fingers.

Think about it, it’s really like it...

The ink burned only felt that the head was going to be blown up. He made a few laps in the same place and muttered: "The teacher is the Xia s.h.i.+di... The teacher is the Xia s.h.i.+di... The teacher is..."

He slammed down, almost madly.

"What a joke! How can the Master be a Xia s.h.i.+!!"

"A burning..."

The ink burned and cried: "He, although they have a lot of places, but ... but they are always different. What about the good people of Xia s.h.i.+di, how?"

"What do you mean."

Xue Meng suddenly interrupted the words of ink burning, and a pair of sharp eyes fixed on the other's face.

"A good person like Xia s.h.i.+di? Why, then a good person will not be a teacher?"

Ink ignited: "I naturally don't say that the teacher is not good. It's just that Xia s.h.i.+'s brother is sincere to me. I have already taken him as a younger brother. You suddenly told me that he is a teacher, how can you let me? accept……"

Xue Meng angered: "Xia s.h.i.+di is sincere, the teacher is on vacation?"

Hearing the smell of rain and tear in his voice, the teacher was busy pulling his sleeves.

"Less Lord, you think about what your uncle has said! Ah, he just woke up, still..."

Xue Meng slammed the hand of the teacher, and the brown eyeb.a.l.l.s were still staring at the burning face. The blue veins of the neck even shook like it because of anger. It was like a vomiting letter, ready to bite the prey and quench it. Very poisonous snake.

"Ink rain, you made me clear today, how can the master not be Xia s.h.i.+ reversed? How can he not match the word of sincerity, eh? You tell me how he faked in your heart. ?!"

The ink burned by his brain's persuasion made some troubles, Xue Mengtian anger and resentment, he is not the first time to see, in his life he became a fairy emperor, and later every time I saw Xue Meng, every time it is such a I ate a temper like a peony.

Involuntarily and annoyed, squinting: "I am with him, you do so much."

"What about you and him?" Xue Meng said, "Do you have him in your heart?"

The ink burned and laughed: "You are sick, Xue Ziming, I have nothing to do with your madness. After leaving the teacher, we went to Danxin Hall to find the uncle and the teacher to ask clearly." Then he pulled the teacher and Xue. I am wrong and want to go outside.

Xue Meng stood there for a while, and seemed to be trying to suppress what he was doing. He couldn’t hold back, and he still couldn’t hold back. He turned back and said: “In the rain, do you have his master in your heart?!”

"..."

The ink burned by him was not upset by a burst of distraction. He paused, and the original stretch of the eyebrows gradually faded.

The teacher squeezed his palm and whispered uneasily: "Don't ignore him, he has a bad temper these days. Let's go."

"……Ok."

The hand touched the warm curtain, but it didn't open yet. Xue Meng's voice rang, and the boring, hot and hot, like coming out of the flame.

"Ink rain, you f.u.c.king, really not a thing."

The "sand" sounded and the curtain fell.

The ink burned closed and closed, then opened.

"A burning..."

The teacher wanted to hold him, but he was gently blocked.

He turned his face and turned around. The two young people are of average age, but their physical strength is already high. The chilly look of this person is really horrible.

The ink burned and suddenly smiled, but the black eyes were heavy and there was no smile.

He said: "A good one is not something."

"Xue Ziming, I have never despised the Master in the weekdays. I didn't stand by and watched when I was in the sky. He was leaked in the h.e.l.l. He couldn't fix it. I asked him to help him. I asked you, as his apprentice, I made a mistake. What?"

"..."

"I have a great disparity with him. I can't support the enchantment. I fell from the dragon column, but he never even looked at me. I will leave you alone. I will ask you again, you are not chilling. ?"

"Ink burning..."

The two worlds, when it comes to the pain, the burning of the handsome five senses is inevitably somewhat distorted. He said one word at a time: "I think I have done my best, and I am innocent. I don't know what face you are standing in front of me, saying that I am not something.... Xue Meng, do you think I have never cared about him? You are wrong. I have cared about it."

"But this person is made of stone." The ink burns low, every word is like a machete in my heart, b.l.o.o.d.y, "Xue Meng. You listen to me, I don't care how good he is in the eyes of the world." Daochang, a powerful master, is the night of Yufeng Beidou Xianzun, these are not important."

"The important thing is that when the sky breaks, my life is hard to protect. Ask him to look back, but he doesn't even give it to me."

It is so cold, so angry.

But when he said it, he was calm, but his eyes were a little red.

"And, Xue Meng, I can tell you. No matter who is falling from the dragon column, it is not me, it is you, or a teacher. He will not save you."

Because I have seen it with my own eyes.

In the heavy snow, he turned and left his apprentice's bones cold.

"Nothing is more precious than the good name of his Beidou Xianzun." The ink sneered, I don't know if the light is dim, his smile is a little bit bleak.

"Life is a big life, life is thin, and death."

The last word has not been received, and suddenly the light and shadow are moving, and the wind is coming.

The room was narrow, but the smoldering was already noticed, but because the teacher was behind him, at this time, the flas.h.i.+ng would hurt the innocent, and he stood in the same place, and he was hard to stop him.

Xuemeng cheetah rushed over and slammed the smoldering robes, only to hear a bang, and Xue Meng had a slap in the face.

The ink burned and was beaten, and it was also burned in anger. The backhand grabbed the violent youth, and the silver teeth shattered: "Xue Ziming! What are you doing?!"

Xue Meng did not answer, only roared: "Ink rain, you are a beast!"

He is unreasonable, and he doesn't know what medicine he has taken wrong. He has no sense of wisdom at all. He fights with ink in this empty hut. It is like two trapped beasts. He wants to tear the skin of the other body and put bones and blood. Chew and remove it into the abdomen. A bean solitary lamp swayed and swayed the silhouette of their fury on the stone wall, like a shadow play of a ruthless blood, like a ghost totem.

Suddenly, the ink burned and heard Xue Meng’s whimper.

Not too loud, he felt that he was probably wrong.

Just after thinking about it, a few drops of tears fell on the back of his hand.

Xue Meng suddenly let go of the ink, and violently pushed him back, so he hugged his knees and sat down on the ground, unable to burst into tears.

The smoldering cheeks were still red and swollen, but he was ruined by this. I thought that I didn’t have any killings. I didn’t make him so painful. Besides, he was also the cousin who first shot him. How suddenly...

When I didn't finish it, I heard Xue Meng crying and groaning, groaning.

"How can you say that he will not save you! How can you say that he will not save you!"

Tears rolled down and it was hard to breathe.

When the teacher saw Xue Meng, it was difficult to temporarily suspend the matter, and he could not help but sigh, and he was still coveted.

Xue Meng whispered: "You said this, he heard how sad it was in the underground..."

This sentence came out too abruptly, and the ink did not react for a while, only slammed the ground: "What?"

Xue Meng just cried, his fangs were quenched into the neck of the ink, but he also injured himself.

He cried so sadly that Ai Ai was broken, and he could not help but wipe his face, his eyes, and his eyes were sometimes fierce and sometimes mournful.

He is not on the ground.

The face was buried in the arm for a long time.

The smoldering gradually felt a numbness from the bottom of the foot and gradually cooled the whole body.

He felt his lips moving and heard himself asking.

"Xue Meng, what do you say..."

Xue Meng cried for a long time, but it may not be that long. It was just that the smoldering felt that he had waited for the thunderous answer and waited for too long.

"Master..." Xue Meng finally snarled. "He is gone."

The ink burned for a moment, but it was silent, and it was cold, only listening to it, and did not seem to understand what he meant.

Not there?

What is gone?

Where are you going?

Who is gone... Who is not there! !

Who is gone! ! !

Xue Meng slowly raised his head, and his eyes seemed to have hate, ridicule, and deepest sorrow.

"Do you know why he didn't look back at that time?"

"..."

"I said, after the completion of the crack, he has been mentally exhausted. Do you think that the suffocation of the ghost world is only on one of you? The enchantment is a twin! How much damage you suffered, he also suffered the same Only he supported it, and he didn’t say it."

The ink burns only feels a "squeaky" in the brain.

Didn't he save the teacher in the past life, it is also...

I don’t dare to think about it anymore, and my fingertips are shaking slightly.

"Impossible... he is so self-confident..."

"When was he not pretending to be in front of people?" Xue Meng said, his eyes were red and his tears fell. "After he came down, he was already exhausted and gave you a defensive charm. He left you, not watching." You, what do you think is because?"

Xue Meng’s words are sobbing blood.

"s.h.i.+ Zun knows that he can't hold it for too long. He has a high spirit. Once he reveals a flaw, it will lead to a lot of evil spirits... ink burning, ink burning... You think he is leaving, don't you?"

Ink burning: "..."

"He is going to not bother you! In the rain! He is afraid of dragging you!"

"The innocent **** is closed after the corpse violently walks away, the top ten sects are **** to the dusk, and there are countless deaths and injuries. Who can care for you? I am all with the seriously injured elders who have returned to the dead, and found that you have disappeared. Xuemeng gasped for a while, groaning, "Mini rain, you brought him back... It was he who took the medicine to restore his body shape, then dragged you out and climbed out of the blood of the corpse, it was his body." Injury, I also gave you the last spiritual power..."

"impossible……"

"I brought you home. At that time, you still didn't wake up. He was so fascinated that he was no different from mortals. He couldn't use the spells any more. He couldn't pa.s.s the sound. He could only carry you and step by step to climb the dead. The steps..."

"Do not……"

"Three thousand-level long-order...he is one...a person who is exhausted by spirit..."

The ink burns and closes the eyes.

He saw that under the moonlight, the still-lived Chu-Ningning carrying his dying self, crawling slowly on the endless stage, b.l.o.o.d.y, white mottled.

That person, once was so unattainable and unclean.

Beidou Xianzun, late night Yuheng.

The ink burns the throat and whispers, "I can't...how...do it..."

"Yeah." Xue Meng said here, but also stunned, red eyes.

"When I saw him, I felt that I was crazy. I saw the illusion. Because I was thinking too." He was almost sighed. "How... can you get it..."

"Impossible..." The ink sighed and whimpered, hugged his head, muttered helplessly, "Impossible..."

"The long-term blood is not exhausted, that is the way he takes you home." Xue Meng was extremely cruel because of hate, "Go look, ink burns. Go see."

"impossible!!!"

Extremely stunned and uncontrollable, the ink burned suddenly and angered. He slammed Xue Meng, picked people up from the ground, and reached the wall, and the face changed.

"Impossible, never possible! How can he save me? He never loves me, can't look down on me!"

"..."

Xue Meng did not speak, and he was quiet, and suddenly smiled.

"Ink rain, not that he looks down on you."

In the flowing candlelight, Xue Meng's wet eyelashes lifted up, and he looked at him with all his hate.

"I missed you."

Ink burning: "..."

"I look down on you, the elders look down on you, the elders of the greedy wolf look down on you... what are you?" Xue Meng almost shredded and smothered these words into his face, "賤."

"you--!"

Xue Meng suddenly smiled, he looked up at the dark roof: "Incinenation, this life and death, to say that someone who can best see you, is him. But you will repay him."

He smiled and smiled, and suddenly closed his eyes, and tears fell.

This time it was a soft choked.

"Ink burned, your Xia s.h.i.+di, my master, died."

The smoldering was really bitten by the most vicious snake in the world. He was burned and stunned and slammed his hands. He stepped back two steps, as if he had understood this sentence for the first time.

He started to shake his body.

Xue Meng suddenly called him: "Brother."

The ink burned back, but the back slammed into the cold wall, and there was no way to escape.

Xue Meng finally stopped crying.

It’s just a tone, like a dead, calm and waveless.

"Brother, we have no masters anymore."

The author has something to say:

Two dogs: "..."

Forget it, the second dog 1.0 is now facing a collapse, the 1.0 system is completely disordered, let him digest the truth alone. Meng Meng, you come.

Xue Mengmeng: Thank you, "Zhou Fang Li", "Little Black", "Ukrainian Ukrainian", "Frost One Sword", "Thinking of Really Trouble", "Jinnian", "Lin Feng" Throwing Landmines, "Zz Cool Life" Throwing Grenade~