MTL - The Husky and His White Cat Shizun-Chapter 208 Master, are you sure you want me to hide under the bed?

The ink burned several times and wanted to talk, but only moved his lips. His temples are almost painful, the blood is rushing, and the horse is screaming, but he feels that his blood is not hot at the moment, but cold, ice, and he is still a little bit cold in his struggle. through.

"Master."

"..."

"Actually... I..." He finally spoke, and when he spoke, he only said three or four words, and then he was chaotic and collapsed.

Why is he saying?

It was a thing of the past life. He had already slandered at the Wushan Temple. He was already dead. He just took the memory of his previous life... Why do you still want to say it.

Say it, your conscience is happy, but is it really the right choice?

How good is it now, Xue Meng will laugh at him, Chu night is his, the uncle and aunt are all alive, the teacher is still alive... Nothing is more important than this, even if he goes down for a lifetime, he will be a fugitive in his life, he I also don't want to destroy all of this in front of me.

But he thinks this is what he should say.

Now it has been determined that the people behind the scenes must have experienced a rebirth. Only they can raise people and make everyone ready. This is his chance to atone for sin. Maybe he will let him die once, but he still keeps his memory, so that at this moment, someone can stand up and stop the storm.

Even if you pay for your life.

The ink burned and closed his eyes, he was shaking, and there was a dampness between the eyelashes.

He is not afraid of death. He is a person who has already died once, but in this world there is actually something more terrible than death. He has had enough in his life, just to escape from those things, he chose to kill himself. In these years, especially after his death in the middle of the night, he has been running all his strength, trying to get rid of the invisible behemoth, but now he is forced to a dead end.

Its claws hung in his throat.

The rebellious and dear, the world is reviled.

He can't escape... he can't escape...

The ink burned and cried, but the tears slammed down and slammed into the ground.

He tried to suppress the trembling in his voice. He said, "I'm sorry... I... I don't know what to do... I actually... I..."

Suddenly a pair of strong and well-balanced arms surround him.

The ink slammed openly, and he realized that it was Chu Yuning who came over and hugged him from behind.

"If you don't want to say it, don't say it." Chu Xiaoning's voice came from his shoulder. "Whoever has his own secret... will also do something wrong."

The ink burned.

Chu night Ning actually understood.

He already understands... Also, how can Chu Xiaoning see through? He has seen ink-burning too many false admits, sincere, false, unwilling, and earnest.

Although he did not know what was wrong with the ink burning, he knew that the smoldering must be to confess what was going on, and to confess something that he did not want to say.

"Master respect..."

"If that thing makes you very upset, you want to tell me, then let me know, I am listening here." Chu said, "If you feel that it is painful to say it, then you don't speak, I don't." Will continue to ask.... I know that you will never do the same thing again."

The ink is burning like a knife.

He shook his head slightly, no...

Not as simple as you think... far less simple...

I am not a flower that I shouldn't fold. I killed someone, bleed and bleed, and I was ruined. I ruined most of the real world, and I ruined you.

He collapsed again.

I ruined you, Chu nightning!

Why do you want to comfort a scorpion... Why should you comfort the person who puts the knife into his heart? Why do you ask me before dying, let me go?

Why didn't you kill me when you were...

He was shaking and trembled, and Chu was rather stunned. Suddenly he felt a warm drop of water falling on his back. He whispered: "Ink..." "I want to say it."

"Then you said it."

The ink burned very chaotic. He shook his head. He said again: "I... I don't know what to say..."

His voice was always well controlled, and it was only then that he finally choked.

"Really... I really don't know what to do..."

"Then don't say it." Chu nightning loosened him, took him and let him turn around. In the dark night, he rubbed his cheek, and the ink burned in the dodge, but Chu Ning still firmly touched him and took his face. Wet, it is tears that have been lingering for a long time.

Chu nightning said: "Don't say it."

"I……"

Suddenly, the sea scent was so close, and Chu Ning kissed him. It seemed that he was the first to kiss the ink, oysters, and clumsy. He stuck his lips, and contained it bit by bit, and opened his bitterness. In the mouth, the tongue slides in, stirs and wraps around.

Chaos, restlessness, madness.

Ink burning does not know why this is, about love is to escape from all the painful harbor, about people are the same as the beast, in the cross can be left behind, in the sinking of this desire, only joy is real.

Give helpless people and pity.

For the desperate, with a moment to breathe.

No one talked anymore, kissing to the lingering place, Chu nightning felt the desire of ink burning because of himself, and he was healed through his clothes. He hesitated for a moment and reached out to touch him, but the ink burned his fingers. Live and become a ten-finger deduction: "This is enough."

He held him in his arms, only the eyes of the people, can kill his pain.

Can clean his soul.

"You don't have to do anything else, that's enough..."

Chu Xiaoning raised his hand and touched his face. He felt very distressed without any reason: "How so stupid."

The ink burned and held his other hand, so that both hands were tightly connected. He resisted Chu’s forehead: "If I was so stupid earlier, that would be good." He couldn't persuade him, and he didn't know how to say something softer. He had to clumsily rub his cheeks, his nose, and finally gently covered his lips. When he did this, it was clear that the tip of his ear had turned red, but he tried to make himself look calm and calm. Business nurturing and shining, greet to hug and to do things that were not used to do it.

"Master..." The ink burned and the breath was slowly rushing under his kisses. "No, don't."

"It’s always been for you to do this." Chu nightning broke his hand and grabbed his neck. "You listen to me today."

"Master respect..."

Chu Xiaoning looked at his dog's warm and moist eyes. After patted his brain, he was never relieved and gentle: "Hey."

No lights, so they kissed and caressed by the wall, kissing from gentle to fierce, from intense to thirsty, from thirst to lingering, full of male beasts / desires and urgency. "Shi Zun...night Ning..."

The ink can't stop calling his name, pity, love, crazy, and commonly.

As long as Chu Ningning gave him a star-and-a-half love, it was the most powerful drug in the world.

He finally stopped thinking more. He pressed Chu Yuning to the wall and reached him. He kissed him slyly and yelled at him. The last two people gasped again and again, and their heartbeat was fierce. He was crazy, his eyes were red, and Chu Ning was squinting in his kiss: "Lights..."

"Isn't it already gone?"

He continued to kiss him, kissed his earrings, neck, and he heard that Chu Ning had endured his desire to squat/吟 in his ear and whispered, "No, light it..."

The ink burns.

Chu nightning said: "I want to look at you."

The lights are on.

The darkness is gone.

Chu Yuning's phoenix is ​​bright, clear, sturdy and firm, with a layer of desire, cheeks seem to have a frosty day, but the roots of the ears are red, full of color.

He said: "I want to look at you."

The smoldering suddenly felt that the heart was dying. His dirty, riddled, once cold heart, how can he live in such a look?

He hugged him, kissed him, and put Chu Xinning's hand on his chest, pulsating position.

He said: "Remember this position."

"..."

"If one day, I am guilty of sin." The smoldering whispered, the tip of the nose rubbed the tip of Chu's nose, "kill me by hand, from here."

Chu night Ning suddenly shocked and stared at him incredulously: "Do you know what you are talking about?"

Ink smiled, and there was the beauty and sincerity of Mo Zongshi in the smile, and the evil spirit and madness of stepping on Xianjun.

"My spiritual core is formed by you, and my heart is yours. If one day I have to die, these two things should be attributed to you, I can..."

He did not say anything.

The horror and fear that never happened in Chu’s eyes made him unable to say anything.

The ink burned and finally fell down, and said with a smile: "Cute you. I say so, just want to tell you..."

He hugged him tightly.

I don't know how many times there are such opportunities.

"Late Ning..."

I love you, I want you, I can't live without you.

There are a lot to tell, but like the things of the past, there is no way to speak.

Chu Yuning is still between the stunned and the wrong, he does not know how much a person has to make a mistake, in order to say such a thing.

But the ink burns and kisses him, his consciousness falls apart in chaos. He is not a person who is so badly determined. Perhaps this should not be blamed for the burning kiss, but he is not willing to think deeply.

There is despair in the enthusiasm, like a drop of oil into the flame.

Later, the entanglement tends to be primitive and crazy. When I haven't reached the bed, the clothes have been removed. Most of the nights are burnt on the bed, and there is no first time between the pillows and the feet. The request for desire is simple and rude.

His robes were quickly untied, and the smoldering smothered him, screaming at him, and sometimes he raised his eyes to see the lights, and the night looked like a sigh of relief, leaning against the neck and breathing slightly.

How many times does this lingering?

twice? once?

I am going to Lushan soon, and I may see the person behind the scenes immediately. If the person really uses the Zhenqi chess game, the person who can quickly crack it is only himself.

Everything is gone.

Between the entanglements, he swears at his master, and he is almost desperate. He said that there are still many opportunities in the future.

They will always be together.

Just like the lover of love, from night to day, he wants to bully him many times a night, sleeping in a connected position, entangled with each other, and at dawn, the dawn is light, he wakes up in his gentleness, in the bed Daytime prostitution, dirty to the extreme, love to the extreme, to the extreme.

The ink burns them together and touches them together.

The eyes of Chu nightning are full of desire and fog. With the action of ink burning, the lips are slightly open and wheezing, and the eyes are gradually confused and blurred.

Being drunk, I heard someone knocking at the door.

Chu night Ning slammed back, the blood color faded, the ink burned his mouth immediately, did not let him speak, the room was quiet, but his other hand was still anxious and fiercely stirring, Stimulating yourself and stimulating people in your arms.

Chu nightning wants to shake his head, but the power of ink burning is too big, and it is suppressed. He can't move, only revealing a pair of phoenix eyes, refreshing and painful, hateful and sad.

"Master, are you there?"

Hearing the sound, Chu Xiening became more and more angry and slammed with ink, and one hand tapped on the bed.

The ink burned and swallowed, the throat was swaying sexyly, and the voice was low and dumb: "Well. I know, Xue Meng."

"Master?" Wait a moment, no one promised, Xue Meng muttered, "Weird, the light is on... the master?"

It seems that there is no intention to pay attention to him, but he is still immersed in the late night, immersed in the desire of love. The room was too dark, and he even regarded the blink of an eye of Chu’s night anger as a moist tide. "Master?"

The outside disciple did not intend to leave, and the apprentices on the bed did not intend to stop. Chu Yuning was ruined by the two of them. There was no way to make a fuss. He bit his ink and burned his fingers. The ink burned and he took his hand away. There seems to be a slight grievance in the eyes.

His voice is low and slow: "You bite me hurts..."

"It hurts you to forget." Chu night breathed a sigh of relief, glanced at him, and then said to the door, "I am already in bed, what is it?"

"Ah, nothing is all right." Xue Meng said, "I am... I can't sleep, I have some thoughts, I want to tell the teacher..."

His voice gradually faded down, and it was almost imaginable that the phoenix outside the door pulled down his head.

Chu nightning: "..."

what happened? How do you both have a heart tonight?

Chu night, rather than rest assured, patted the ink that was still pressing on him, whispering: "Get up, wear clothes."

The smoldering eyes widened and the dog-like look: "You want him to come in?"

"He sounded something wrong when he listened..."

"what about me?"

"..." Although Chu Evening was embarrassed, he still said, "You wear clothes and go to the bottom of the bed."