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MTL - The Husky and His White Cat Shizun-Chapter 234 [蛟山] Emperor Jungui
At the same time, at the foot of Lushan Mountain, all the monks have successfully escaped except for the people in Jiangdongtang who have disappeared. At the moment of stepping out of the enchantment, although I know that I have not left the danger, many people have been exhausted and soft.
The horse yelled at the big stone and screamed on a large stone: "If you can't do it, you can't stand it. Friends, go to the government and fight for it. You really have no strength to toss."
Jiang Yandao: "The people who came out of the mysterious circle and the squad have not yet fully checked, are you going back now?"
"What can we do? If we have the energy to fight against them, we will not be so embarrassed."
Master Xuan Jing also said: "Ginger Palm Gate, this time I still listen to Ma Zhuangzhu, and instead of being recalcitrant here, it is better to go back and reorganize and prepare."
Ginger licked his lips and did not speak, looking at the people who died. However, Xue Zhengxuan and Xue Meng looked very distracted and looked at the main trail of Lushan until the one who was rolling in the dust.
"Ink burning..." Xue Meng muttered.
The smoldering was the last one to go out of the enchantment of the Lushan Mountain. He took a dark eyebrow and glanced at the crowd. He said, "It is a chess game. It may be related to the first ban on life and death. If so, the head will come out. I don't know what character it will be, you are going fast, don't wait here to die, and keep your life."
He paused and said to Jiang Yan: "Gang Jiangmen, you are bothered to bring you to Linlingyu, where you can be protected by Xuanwu enchantment, you can resist Huabi Nan for a while. The other is the medicine, the middle Those who have a heartworm can also easily solve the poison."
Jiang Yan asked: "What about you?"
"The Master is still on the mountain. When you leave, I will go back and help him. After all this has been settled, I will meet again."
Jiang Yan did not speak for a long time. At the end, he raised his hand and hugged his arm. He actually made a glimpse of the ink and said: "When you are alone, you will leave."
A group of injured wounds, tired and tired, disabled, ready to leave this right and wrong with Jiang Yan. The ink burned and stopped him again.
"Ginger head!"
"What about the ink master?"
Ink burning said: "Ye girl..."
"Know, Jiang will not let people hurt her half."
This is the only thing that burns the ink. Jiang Yan, they have gone far, but the people who died in the dead have not yet moved. Xue Zhengyi has been patrolling for a long time. He turned his eyebrows and hoarsely and said: "Fire, what is going on here?"
The ink burned and looked at the uncle, and looked at the cousin again. The heart was steep and sorrowful, but he laughed and said: "It’s a story when you talk long. Uncle, you lead Xue Meng first, then I will take things from the beginning. I will tell you all."
Xue Meng was not willing to wait for so long, his heart burned and said: "No, how can you be a Confucianist? You have been growing up in the dead, you - you -"
He "you" for a long time, and finally red eyes, actually squeezed out a sentence: "You are my brother, right?"
The smoldering stared at him.
Xue Meng was shuddering, and although he tried to restrain himself, he was still shuddering.
His sorrowful and sad look is too pitiful, and his throat is sour, he doesn't know what to say.
Finally he stepped forward and patted Xue Meng's shoulder.
"When I first came to life, you are not willing to recognize me." The ink burned bitterly, and he dared not go to see Xue Meng's eyes, the eyes of the water vapor.
The eyes are too clean and too hot.
And he is dirty.
He fears.
Xue Meng was silent for a long while, and his voice was hoarse: "... Can you give me a sentence?"
He clung to the Dragon City, and the ink burned him to the spar, the scimitar he set for him.
He grabbed it like a life-saving grass.
Just one night, he saw Nangong 驷 驷 殉 , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南
He couldn't breathe, he only felt that he was going to die.
The ink burns in the heart: "...well. I will give you this."
He holds Xue Meng's shoulder. He has no idea who is shaking, Xue Meng or himself, but it is no longer important. He looks at Xue Meng's eyes and makes a word.
"You listen, I have never been a Confucianist. I have never done anything to hurt the life and death of my life. If possible, the rest of my life will be for the martial art."
Xue Meng moved his lips and seemed to want to say something, but the words had not been spoken yet, but the tears rolled down first. He struggled to bite his lower lip and bite for a while, but collapsed: "The teacher said that I never understood him. Actually... Actually, I never understood you... I used to be too self-willed, never thought about it for you, I don’t know anything, I’m all in the air... but... but...”
He paused and his tears fell to his knees.
"But I really care about you. I won't marry you anymore, no longer bully the teacher... I think everything is the same as before... as long as things can be the same as before." In the end, he is already crying. "Brother, don't lie to me..."
He is like this, where the ink burns and he can bear to watch it again. He pushes Xue Meng to Xue Zhengyi, his voice is low and moist, like a thick water on the dawn.
"Be obedient, let's go with your uncle, wait for things to settle here, I will come to you right away."
After that, he turned and returned to the Lushan enchantment, dropped the seal, and never looked back.
The bricks and tiles in the hall of the Dragon Soul Pool are broken, the stone pillars are falling, and a battle has passed, but the smoke is filled with smoke. Stepping on the fairy knife of the singer in the neck of the night, the strength of the smashed a little bit, the glaring blood color picked up from the skin, dyed on the black lacquered blade.
Chu night Ning eyes, lips do not say.
"Master, this field, you are too absent-minded."
"..."
"You are not attentive." Stepping Xianjun picked him up from the ground, lifted his finger, and the strange knife did not return to the moment, but he also fell the strongest curse on the night, and the streamer of the clear He was firmly bound, and he held Chu's chin, forcing him to look up.
"Tell this seat, what are you thinking about?"
Chu Xiaoning slowly opened his eyes and his eyes were reflected. It was the familiar face that was extremely strange.
He feels pretty.
He knew that this was not a smoldering, but this man's tricks were similar to the ink burning. What is even more terrifying is that he suddenly found this face as if he had seen it in his dream.
How many times have been entangled in the dreams with the ink burning, it seems to be this slightly pale and thin face, handsome in the sinister evil, dark in the blind can not see the warmth, only fierce, only mad.
"In fact, even if you don't say it, this seat knows." He whispered slowly. "The teacher is thinking, who am I, what is my nonsense, and where do I come from?" ""
His fingertips smacked the cheek of Chu Yunning.
"No hurry. These... this seat can tell you slowly. By the way -" His eyes moved down and fell on the left hand of Chu Yuning.
"Nine songs and Huai Sha, you don't think about summoning. This seat has been wary, and will not repeat the mistakes of the year."
Hearing the name of his other two martial arts, Chu Xinning's face became more and more ugly. Although his phoenix eyes were gloomy, but the inside was also confusing. Stepping on the singer was largely pleasing by his stubborn and awkward look, and he even laughed softly.
He touched the face of Chu's late night: "What's wrong, I think I know Jiu Ge and Huai Sha, you are very surprised? But it's no wonder that this seat has already got news before coming, and I know this world. I know this. This time-space 'I' has not yet stepped into the blood of the corpse, forcing you to face his sword. 'He' has never seen the two gods."
"This world... you?"
Step on the fairy, but laughed and did not answer.
Chu night Ning suddenly had a very creepy feeling. I felt that this ink burned and looked at my own look. It was like watching a corpse, a dream, his eyes were too red and naked, too crazy, and it was full of lush Emotions, the emotions are so flamboyant that they will drive any normal person crazy.
"Time and space are dead and dead." He slowly said, "This ban, the master must be very clear."
"!"
"In another field of comprehension, Master, you have been dead for many years."
He looked at Chu's more and more pale face, watching the last blood color disappear under the other's skin. Stepping on the fairy looking at him, his eyes flashed with light.
Suddenly, as Lipe took out the sheath, the dragon broke the water.
The person’s calm mood seems to be stretched to the extreme. He stunned Chu’s night and gradually became crazy: “That is... this is the face.”
"..."
"It's this face... I look at your face, I look at you like a living dead man lying in the red lotus water, every night and every night... there is no blood on your face, your body is rot, but then I can't talk or blink. In the realm of comprehension, you are already dead - you retaliate!"
He took a breath and his eyes were shining.
Desperate, the flames are raging, and the dragon snakes are flying.
"Chu Ning, I hate you. You leave me alone."
He said this, but raised his hand and hugged him, and the whole embraced his arms.
So hot.
It is like a fire.
He was stabbed by the long-lost warmth. He gave a low sigh in his throat. He clung to him and stared at him. He hated to smother him into the bones, swallow him into the lungs, and live forever. Whether it’s dead or warm, it’s cold.
He is accompanied by shackles and no longer hangs in shape.
no no--
However, Chu night Ning scalp numb, black eyes in front of him, he did not know what happened, he did not understand, who died? Who is leaving someone?
The temple door of the Dragon Soul Pool was once again opened.
In the swaying light and shadow, one person rushed, and the man anxiously called: "Master!"
The soldiers are on alert, blocking the front.
When I heard this voice, I first heard it, and then I smiled and said: "Who I am, it turned out to be 'he'." He waved his hand in a slouchy and lazy way, saying to those who followed him: "both Dissipate it, nothing, let him in."
On the road of ink burning, I want to cherish the chess pieces and the time and space of life and death. He thinks that Hua Bi Nan is by no means the last hand. If all this is designed by Hua Bi Nan, there is no reason to hang it in front of the Soul Taiwan. Xu Shuanglin will recognize him.
So who is the last hand?
Zhenzhen Bureau, life and death, no return, two ancient legends twisted together, a pile of scenes together, he had a crazy thought in his heart, this thought made him all over the body, but he did not believe He ran all the way, he did not believe that all this would be true.
Until he broke into the Dragon Soul Hall.
Until he saw that person.
The smoldering sound only felt a scream in the brain, and the blood rushed into the skull. He was so angry that his lips were swaying and his eyes were cracked.
Do not……
Do not!
How can this be true?
The man in the temple, under the crowds of the crowd, looked so contemptuous, cold, and his eyes were so innocent and playful.
He faintly stared at the ink.
The same eyebrows, nose, lips, the same face, charm, body.
The difference is only between a few millimeters. He seems to be looking in the mirror, and it seems to be a torrent of years. Seeing that yesterday is like a ghost, the ghost is not scattered.
Stepping on the singer’s mouth, he opened a bloody, extremely rich smile.
He took Chu’s night in front of him, his fingertips smacked in the lips of Chu’s night, and he screamed and screamed, and then the man smiled at the door:
"Hey, Mo Zongshi, this seat has long been known as a master, very curious. And this life is a big death, you and I finally got a see."
He paused, his eyes flashed, and the white teeth slammed and knocked out two sweet, cold words.
"Fortunately."