MTL - Nan Chan-Chapter 63 Mist

Net Lin wears a shirt, and he doesn't scatter, and he wanders around the body, making him a little breathless. The hot water in the house became hot and humid, and the sky opened the window to disperse a few points.

The sky is like a belly, and it seems to wipe out the temperature and touch of the right person. However, the sound in the chest is hard to suppress, and the Capricorn gradually changes its meaning. He looked out the window, his gaze was blocked by the broken wall, and he was waiting to say something, and he saw the Erlang legs lying on the wicker chair under the bed.

Ah Yi swayed and said, "When you say something in and out, I can't understand it."

The sky is over the window, and it is annoying: "Listen to the corner of the wall, and you should be beaten once more."

"Oh." Ah Yi snorted, sat up and said, "There is a sentence I understand! You ate the net Lin, but also eat the aura of drunken mountains?"

“The food is filled with abdomen.” Cang said, “Don't you know?”

"You can't know that you can still eat drunken mountains!" Ah Yi said quickly, "This will be fine. You will follow me in the future, don't follow the net. I will take you to the ground and eat enough!"

"Get out of the way, you are not full of grandfather's teeth now." The sky looked back at Jinglin and said, "Are you going through your aura with your sister?"

"We can follow each other in the same vein, naturally." Ayi looked at him with him. "But you and the net Lin can't. You are a person, a demon, where is the connection, unless it is a flesh and blood."

"I can't say it." Cang said, "I am really a brother with Jinglin."

"You said that my father and son still believe in some." Ah Yi said, "Even if you are a brother, the brothers of Jinglin are all bloodless people, but they are the adopted children of the father. Father and son..." He said maliciously, "though I haven’t heard of Lin Songjun’s anecdote, but in my opinion, people like him, even if they are there, will be hidden. You have lived with him for so long, he does not raise one, but You are really not sure!"

The sky immediately gave him a head and said: "He looks like my old man?!"

"Then, how do you want me to answer?" Ah Yi Pingbai received a palm, his head grinned and angered. "If it is a father and son, it is a coincidence! Seeing your unruly relationship now, it is chaos... ”

Jing Lin squinted at him, and Ah Ai sang. His heart was dark and his mouth was not dare to talk. So I only asked coldly: "So how? In the end, there is no healing!"

"The broken part has been filled." Net Lin hand posted the lower abdomen, seeing the sky, and remembering the situation just now, he hanged his hand in silence, saying, "Linghai blends in the abdomen, the truth is built in the heart. I though The healing of the Linghai defect has been healed, but the truth has not been revealed. Have you ever heard of what the floating pear said?"

"My sister does not know." Ah Yi said, "The people who have entered the realm of heaven and earth seem to be very rare. Even if A sister wants to explore for you, she can’t find out why. But when you are in the mountains, you still need to sleep. Condensed, is it still needed now?"

Jing Lin said: "After the summer, you don't need it."

When he and the sky were out of the mountain, they had to sleep for a few days after being bitten. In the case of Donglin, in the case of entering the copper bell, they also had to sleep for a few days to restore their spirit. However, since entering Kyoto, these situations are rare.

"It is obvious that this is gradual progress." Ah Yi said, "I don't know."

"There is still one thing." Jing Lin stood by the window and said to him, "I have not yet entered the realm of Dacheng."

As the sky is still as usual, Ah B jumped like a needle, and said with amazement: "No? How do you survive?"

Net Lin sees the sky has been white, only said: "I don't understand."

After the dawn of the broken courtyard, the music will rise. He held the tub and saw Ah Yi sitting on his small bench and eating his handful of melon seeds. Can not help but wrinkle between the eyebrows, the eyes are red.

"You, you..." He rubbed his eyes and pointed at A.

Ah Yi was waiting for the sun, and he learned how to look at him. He blinked his eyes and said, "How come, Xiaoye still can't sit still? You stand and stand."

"I, I..." I can’t say anything.

"I, I!" Ah Yi learned the tongue, said, "Cry what cry? You Fei Ning that famous head, why haven't you ruled it! Cry and cry, cry again, you will catch you to feed the monster!"

The music is lame and blushing. A Yi ignored it, throwing fruit to play, but there was a thorn in his mouth, regardless of whether others were mad.

"It's absolutely perfect." Ah Yi said, "How can there be such a nasty person as you and Suining under the sun! A person picks up a thorn, a **** and a conscience! With a sick scorpion, it is still separated from others by yin and yang. You are comfortable. Now, I saw that the fox demon is dead. How can he not catch you? If you bite it, you are a small scourge!"

The words are soeping: "I am not harmful!"

"Fart fart." Ah Yi stretched his head and stretched his body. "You are only harming people. It is a godsend! The master and the slave are not good things. The young master has time to settle accounts with you."

I am very excited, standing on my knees and crying. Even the basin fell, and only licked and swallowed. He was born in Japan, and he wanted to give birth to a sickness. Now, listening to the blame of A-Bai is even more terrible. But he regretted it. If he regretted it, Chu Lu would die. He could suffer from such sorrowful words, but he could not let Chu Lun die. However, when he thought of the dead Zuo Qingyi, he knew that he was miserable.

But he can't help it! There is nothing in this world, he can only think of Chu Lun, he can only be for Chu Lun, how can he save Chu Lun to ask others to live? This life spectrum is determined to be a person to die, he would rather become a harmless person, and do not want to die.

Ah Yi was bothered and wanted to get angry, but he saw that Jing Lin was leaning against the window and looking at the music, then swallowed it back, muttering and kicking the music, frowning: "You shut up!"

He is also worried about it! I wanted to catch this demon and changed his sister's order. Who knows that the change can't be changed, and it is also stunned by Jinglin.

If Jing Lin is not in the realm of Dacheng, then he will not be able to save himself. If he can't save himself, who else can save him? If this person is a nine-day person, is there any conspiracy? If there is a conspiracy, then his sister is not going to be involved! Now his sister Auntie is subject to the cold eyes of Cheng Tianjun. If he makes any mistakes, he will be punished.

Unlike the two thousand thoughts here, the sky must be calm. He had already relied on a long while, and he saw that Lin Lin was looking out at the window.

Net Lin does not have to look back, but also feels. He said: "If you think about it carefully, the music is also ill."

"He is a hard-hearted doctor, and he has to owe this debt in his life." Cangwu said, propping up. "Is the bells not moving for a few days?"

"No." Jing Lin said, "I have never heard the noise."

"It seems that these three bitter things are still unresolved." Cang said, "All things are messed up together, and I think about hurting God."

"Yeah." Jing Lin whispered.

Cang Miao paused for a moment and said, "You used to say that this bronze bell is not yours, then it is Li Wei?"

"Although it was built by breaking the debris of the rifle, it was not Li Wei." Jing Lin looked back. "It is forged from the sea."

The sorrowful suspicion of his own forgot, he did not have any memory of this "Bohai", even did not even hear people mention it.

Jing Lin knows what he thinks and says: "He went early and did not enter the ranks of the gods. God said that he only left a name. But Li Wei’s broken gun, Dongjun’s mountain fan, It’s all from his hand.”

"He made this brass bell and didn't mention anything when he sent you?"

Jing Lin quieted a few moments and said: "He gave Qing Yao. When Qing Yao was old and young, the children loved the things that would ring. He made the bronze bells and played them."

The sky waited for the net Lin to say later, but saw the net Lin eyebrows in the sun, the partial cold and bones. He seems to be immersed in a past where the sky is unknown, like a frost barrier. Although the sky does not understand what it is, it is also expected that this "later" is not good.

"After the death of Qingyuan, only this copper bell was in flames. I took it and stayed with me." Jing Lin said, "It didn't take long before I died."

The sun was thrown into the ground, and the thorns were covered with the fingers. He leaned back into the chair and thought a little.

"The bell is very important." In the sky, the fruit is determined. "Get it to know more."

The old emperor was kneeling on the ground, whispering to the scent.

"God's mana is going through the sky... It's going to show up quickly." He screamed in tears. "There are still sacrifices in prison... You must not leave! Clean up for you... Come back soon..."

The rudimentary support of the temple is invisible, the old emperor group is like a ghost, sticking to the ground and piously admiring, with words in his mouth, shaking hands with both hands. He was like a bird of surprise after the rainy night. He did not dare to eat himself without a demon. In just a few days, he felt that he was sick and unable to do so.

The eunuchs seemed to lie outside like wooden pillars, and the old emperor became more and more afraid, and he cried in tears. He spent all his life in jealousy, the most feared is the old, seeing the gods to help, long-lived hundred-year-old is close at hand, but it is expected to be stirred up. He is neither willing or willing to give up.

The old emperor was exhausted and half-tired, the incense stick on the incense case had burned out, and the gray shavings shook in the hair as he undulating. When he wanted to get up, he suddenly felt dizzy, and he fluttered to the ground and could not climb.

The candle in the temple was smashed and the cold air stalked from the ground with the calves. The old emperor snorted and joyfully said: "You are here!"

Tao Zhihua made a thick fog to wrap the old emperor's body, and the incense case was covered with thin ice. The joy of the old emperor gradually turned into fear. He climbed up and stumbled and ran in the temple. He said, "It's so cold! It's so cold... you spared..."

The area covered by the thick fog was like a cold tongue, and the old emperor was not evenly breathed and fell to the ground. He glared at his chest and noticed that the air was flowing and was taken dark and dark. He wants to cry for help, but his throat is pinched, and his eyes are wide and he feels his body like a falling ice pool.

A group of flesh and blood gradually turned into a blood mist in the sound of "snapping", and was swallowed by the creeping black fog. When the fog retreated, Tao Zhi looked at his old skin.

"It's dirty and stinky."

He lifted the crown and slammed it out. The eunuchs were swearing, but they were all sneaky.

Tao Zhi squinted at the morning light and sang on the robe