MTL - The Husky and His White Cat Shizun-Chapter 210 Master's handkerchief can only give me

In the middle of the night, Chu nightning woke up from the shallow shackles, the ink burned out of bed, and the clothes were already worn. He sat at the table, lit a bean lamp, and was bowing his head with a pile of objects.

Before those uneasiness and helplessness, they became so light in the lingering light and the lingering aftertaste. Chu Xiaoning almost looked at him lazily for a while, then said: "What are you doing?"

"Master Wake up? Is it too bright..."

"No." Chu Yuening asked again, "What are you doing?"

The ink burned his lips and smiled a little embarrassed.

Chu night Ning got up, put on his robes, barefooted, squatted to him, leaning against the table. It turned out that the table was with his own sea otter handkerchief, and the ink burned three other plain white scorpions, which were stabbing against the ornamentation.

"You are embroidering a handkerchief?"

"...I want the teacher to do it, just give me a person." The ink burned down the needle thread, and took the waist of the night, and pasted it, kissing his chest.

Chu night Ning Xinkou has a saying.

Chu nightning did not say the reason for this blasphemy, the ink burned will not ask.

Just when the skin is intimate, subconsciously, often kiss this place with pity.

Inkburn said: "Other people's handkerchiefs, I will be stabbed. Anyway, they don't know who did it..." He said, picking up an embroidered piece and laughing and asking, "The teacher." Look at it, follow the thorns, and look like yours?"

Chu night Ning sighed: "You don't have to look at it."

How can this person's possessiveness be so strong?

Chu nightning touched the ink that burned the ink, and the ink burned and smiled and looked up at him.

The lamp was too dim, and the ink burned and the eyes hurt a little. When I raised my eyes, there was some bloodshot, but the face and smile were gentle and brilliant.

Chu night Ning asked: "I still want those who have nothing?"

The ink burned and then whispered: "I don't want to."

"Yeah." Chu said lately, "That's good."

"Let's go with the flow of it..." This sentence, the ink burns like to say to himself, but also like Chu Yuning said.

Let it be natural.

There are too few and too few such days.

He is not a **** of light, he is just a red duck, a duckweed that is small and small. People are selfish, giving a cup of water to someone who is about to die of thirst, only to take a sip, and then the person will take the initiative to dump this cup of water, choose to thirst and die - this is really too difficult Almost no one in the world can do it.

Think about it, drink a little more rain.

If you re-enter Purgatory in the future, it will not hurt.

There is a clear past, enough to comfort the peace.

On the second day, everyone gathered outside the villa and set off for Lushan.

Ma Zhuang’s subordinates gave each of them a strong horse. In front of the black gold saddle, there was a Qiankun bag embroidered with a night cat pattern. Xue Meng rode on the horse and took a look at the bag. Immediately wrinkled his nose.

Suddenly, someone was laughing at me: "The taste of this Mazhuang master is really flattering. It is not enough to embroider a big cat on the Qiankun bag. It is also embroidered with a red "horse" on the back. It is interesting."

Xue Meng looked back and saw Mei Hanxue riding on a white high-headed horse, and he was playing with the bag. He lifted the light blue eyes, and smiled at Xue Meng with a smile. The drop-shaped spar hanging from the forehead exuded a warm luster, and the face became more and more charming.

Xue Meng gave him a look and whispered: "Scum."

The scum just smiled slightly and narrowed his eyes. He said that he was not angry at all. Instead, he said: "Xue Gongzi is coming today, his color is not very good, is he not sleeping?"

"..."

"There is a blue halo in the bottom of the eye, and the Yintang is still black. I have some herbal creams that help me sleep..."

"Is it a leisurely me?" Xue Meng for a moment, found that he couldn't help himself, and looked back with anger. "Take the Snow Palace to drive you out of the division? What are you doing here?"

"My teacher let me come over." Mei Hanxue still smiles and does not change. "Give you a point to send the hidden weapon that he wanted yesterday."

"Then you have finished the roll."

Mei Hanxue is still not angry, smiled and said: "Well, this is rolling."

"???"

Xue Meng thinks that this person is sick. He saw him several times. It is not like a soft girl. It is like a cold stone. He hit him in the Confucianism Gate last time. He also runs on his own skin. Today is the day. I changed the face of the good man, "You hit my left face, I sent my right face up." Xue Meng couldn't help himself. He turned the horse and stared at the handsome man on the horse.

"No, Mei Hanxue, I have no hatred with you?"

"No."

"So, am I familiar with you?"

Mei Hanxue smiled, but he didn’t answer very quickly, but the light-colored eyes were condensed with fine shimmering light, and the wind blew, his shattered long blond hair shook under the hood, and it was illuminated by the sun. More gentle.

Xue Meng did not really want to hear his answer. He frowned and said: "After sending the hidden weapon, you will go to the other sects. I can’t control it. Don’t think about making a good relationship with me to fish in troubled waters. I’m dirty, my little sisters.”

"...hey." Mei Hanxue didn't hold back, laughed out loud, but then he squeezed into a fist and covered his lips and coughed. It was interesting to look at Xue Meng for a while and said, "Okay."

He took the horse, and the white bell was attached to the white wrist. The wind blew and creaked.

Mei Han Xue laughed and looked at him: "Go."

Xue Meng yelled at him: "Come on? Is it difficult for me to give you firecrackers to see you off?"

Mei Hanxue really went away. The horseshoe stepped on two steps. Suddenly he remembered something and turned his head and said, "Yes, there is one more thing."

Xue Meng didn't want to hear, but Xue Meng was curious, so he did not ask with enthusiasm: "What?"

Mei Hanxue smiled slightly. A long, white finger was on the lips, and the end was a scum of the savage beast. He whispered: "You are really hot."

Xue Meng’s face instantly bursts green!

"You...you-you!!" He was completely disgusted. You have been out for a long time, but you are not coming out halfway down. This is the team in front of the team who is in the order to assemble, ready to leave, Mei Han Xue waved his hand at him with a smile.

When the ink-burning horsebacked to the side of Xuemeng, Mei Xuexue had disappeared into the sea of ​​people, and the ink burned to see Xue Meng’s straight-legged chest in the original place, and retching again and again.

The ink burned a bit: "...have you eat bad things?"

"Voice - don't talk to me now, I am **** early in the morning, I ate a dog and yelled at me..."

Ink burning: "... Although the valley is very hungry, you are not hungry to eat shit..."

"Roll!!!" Xue Meng pushes the ink on his chest and pushes the ink to the person. He is so angry that he is as good as a Buddha, and he blushes in the distance and smacks in the distance. —! Shit! You are so fucking!”

For a while, thousands of people set off from the lonely mountain and headed for Lushan. This scene is very rare. After all, everyone goes out on the weekdays. Even if they have assembled a large team, they will arrive in a short time. There are very few such monks riding horses.

There are a lot of people here who haven’t been riding horses for so long. The first day is okay, and the back is a bit unbearable. Fortunately, there are everything in the Ma Kun’s Qiankun bag, refreshing pills, and small fragrance. Fans, and even a few books made of enamel, are printed with the price and suitability of various novelty products in Taotao Villa.

Xue Meng took advantage of the Ma Zhuang who was squatting in the shade of the tree when he was resting. The second richest man in the world was elated and spared no effort: "All the princes of the princes, what do you think of the goods, it is good to hook up in the booklet." After I return to the horse, I will deliver it to the government one by one. On the 7th, I will return it. On the 15th, I will change it. The fairy will be settled by the kings, and then I will pay the money two--"

There are quite a few people who really have nothing to do, and the Ma Zhuang master is absolutely deliberate. He has a big bag and has only thrown these books in it. He wants to see nothing else.

Staring at it for a long time, there are always one or two pieces that can impress my heart. Even Xue Meng can't help but mention the pen in the "old and young, good taste, good taste, superior materials, and great spiritual power - Nanpingshan Lingyan bird's nest cake "Draw a circle on it."

He can finally know how the "making money" of the ink burning is how to earn money.

On the 7th of the road, Ma Zhuang’s main earned was full, and everyone was tired. On this evening, they finally arrived at the Longshan Mountains.

"The dragon has arrogance and hopes to respect it."

Xue Zhengyi looked at the huge rock standing in front of the Longshan Road. He read the words on the rock and asked Nangong: "Namong Xiaogongzi, what do you mean?"

Nangong Ramp: "It means that all the following roads must be walked, and from the time of entering the mountain, until the opening of the Lushan enchantment, you must not swear words, or you will be condemned."

Since Nangong驷 warned, the heads of the public will pass on immediately. However, each martial art has different ways of communication. The singer of the Snow Palace has picked up two jade flutes from the waist. The master of the Mirror has shaken the silver bell in his hand. Jiang Yan stood still, and it was the news that Hua Binan passed for him. Hua Binan waved his sleeves, and a group of black smoke emerged from his sleeves. After a closer look, he discovered that it was not smoke, but hundreds of small flying insects, one by one stopped at the ear of the lonely moon.

Xue Meng was disgusted and said: "The cold scale sage is really abnormal. Isn't he worms on his body?" Suddenly remembering something, he turned his head and said to the teacher: "Speak up, you still went to Lin Lingyu to study. Didn't you touch Hua Binan? Don't you come up with bugs at the time, that's enough for me to drink a pot."

The teacher turned his head and smiled and said: "...the Lord is really worried."

At this time, the shackles of life and death began to be subpoenaed. Other sects had some meaning of screaming skills. Xue Zhengyi was good, shouting with aloud:

"After entering the valley, don't talk swearing! If you can't control yourself, plug your mouth in advance with a swearing spell! Have you heard it?"

The large-scale big gongs echoed in the mountains and forests, and the sounds of the forests, the sounds of the clouds, the echoes, and the lingering

"Have you heard it? Did you hear it? Is it there?"?

Masters: "........."

The author has something to say:

"Xue Meng is straight"

Mei Hanxue: I have no legs with Xue Meng.

Jiang Yan: I am not possible with Xue Meng.

Ink burning: I met Xue Meng with a ghost.

Chu nightning: I have no future with Xue Meng.

Teacher: Who did I attack with Xue Meng?

Nangong Temple: Xue Meng is not beautiful enough.

Xue Meng: ... Have you considered my feelings?