MTL - Nan Chan-Chapter 43 Chu Lun

The wolf demon is like a sly scorpion, but the singer who does not see the sound is coming to meet. The sky finally had a full meal, and his eating was quite time-saving, and the short-term was over. When he stepped out of the collapse, he saw that the net Lin was pointing to the hair of the pen and demon, and he heard the words "I have collapsed."

The singer’s crying has stopped, and he slams his head. When the sky was approaching, the young lang apparently shrank. The sky is just like a lame, and the water from the small shop on the street is poured. His hands are smooth and creamy, and there is no such thing as a horrible scale.

"Since the fun has been fun, it is better to talk about the candlelight night?" Cangwu casually wiped his hand and lifted the back collar of the pen demon, like dragging a sack and throwing it on a small wooden bench.

The pen demon was thrown in an unstable position, almost four feet in the air, and he wanted to cry again. However, the coffin "dangling" slammed the stool, and he sat down on the ground, even crying, not only dare, but only looking at them with a tear.

Netlin retells the old saying: "Who are you pen?"

The pen demon is full of crying: "Hey, I am a sinner."

Su Ning Xian is not famous, because he has been under the rule of the father for several years, and he has neither established his merits nor made a judgment. He is more like the shadow under the gods, although it is not prominent, but it is everywhere. However, it is his only duty to be everywhere. He is not a priest, he only listens to his father. From nine days to Huangquan, but all the wind and grass can not escape his ears. Can not escape his ears, it is to escape the father's ears.

This person seems to have no achievements, but he is deeply loved by his father. But his temper is eccentric, only a few times revealed, it is under the father of the father to play Lin Songjun. Therefore, although he has no personal relationship with Jinglin, he is no stranger to each other. What is most worth mentioning is that he hates the situation of Jinglin and even the world. He once wrote a large stroke and wrote a story that is as tall as one person.

As a pen of Suining Sage, it is not to be afraid of the pen demon. Because the articles of the Ningning sages were written in his tenths in the past, he knew very well about Lin Songjun.

Jinglin paused and continued: "Suin has not yet passed away, how can you wander alone in Zhongdu."

Net Lin did not mention it, but I only saw the pen and demon crying again. He cried and scored a wrong answer, and even the crickets fought.

"Everything blames Dongjun!" The pen demon wiped his tears. "He has nothing to do with his own leisure, privately taking my poems in the Vatican, attracting the public, and telling him to Cheng Tianjun, the sage is also angered. I took a closed door and thought about it. When I turned back, I wanted to be more angry. I said, 'Dong Jun touched it, don’t want it,' and I will throw me down. I have no relatives, no friends, and lonely in Zhongdu. Good, not so bad!"

"There is no one to take care of you." The sky teased him, "free."

"I am afraid of death!" The pen demon immediately squatted on the hollow rod and said, "There are monsters everywhere. I, I can't shoulder my shoulders, my hands can't be lifted, I can't beat them. I can't eat well all day, I can't sleep well. I can’t drink any more ink, I’m afraid of fear, I’m afraid of it!”

This pen monster is a bit special.

Because he is a demon, but often accompanied by a **** case, so do not like the demon, prefer to be with people. And he has been living in a nine-day environment, staying straight for people, often being shackled by the people of Ningning, so the courage is comparable to the size of the needle tip, and when they are scared, they will burst into tears. After the lower bound, he said that the fight is to see that the strong rabbit demon will run on the legs, but the fragrance will not scatter for a long time, and it is easy to attract the monsters. Over time, I managed to escape from the fire.

"Since you have fled everywhere, how can you stay with Chu Lun?" Cang said, "Does it help people to cheat?"

Who knows that the pen demon jumps up when he wants to swear, and squats in the gaze of the sky. He said with a dejected voice: "...you...you have to say this, it’s good to learn carefully, he is the champion, don’t need me to cheat. Moreover, although I am a monster, I can’t do this, and it’s not like that. You say this again, I want to be with you...play with you...talk and reason."

"You got to know Chu Lun." Jing Lin picked up the copper beads that had rolled out from the ground because of the collapse of the earthquake. "And with him, he will even spare no effort to accompany him to Beijing, fearing that it is not a general friendship."

The pen enchanted: "I am, I am sorry."

Jing Lin handed the copper beads to the front of the pen and said: "I am sorry for his careful calculation and savings."

The pen demon took a big step back from the purse, and he was seen through it, only to realize that he had no way to retreat. Although the big demon has the right to seal the documents, can be the **** of any one of them, but it does not mean that the nine days have been generous enough to be able to condone the demon.

Jinglin will throw the copper beads back into the palm of the pen and say: "He is ill-healed and should not live to this day. If you just accompany him, the division is still able to close your eyes. But you are private. Changed the life spectrum, has touched the law, the Division does not mention, Huang Chun once thoroughly investigated, you and he can not run."

The pen demon suddenly "plopped" down, and he cried timidly: "How can this be the case! It is only me who breaks the law. The Division of Divisions and Huang Quan are pursuing it, and this is what I am doing with the demon, and with the mortal!"

Jing Lin said: "What is he doing with him? Chu Lun has now won the lead, and the original champion has been missed. The life spectrum changes with you, and the two people will not be able to make a future."

The pen demon slammed his head, and he choked: "I know it is wrong, but it is! This is the end of the matter. Is it necessary to die carefully? He should be like this! If he is killed by his life, his life will be in the loess. I can bear it..."

The sky said: "You saved Chu Lun, and the other person will be worthy of nameless. It can be seen that not only will people be different, but also demon. It is really troublesome to go in love with the world."

Jinglin Jingli said, "Tell the things of you and Chu Lun."

Chu Lu’s legs and feet are inconvenient, but his ambition is high. When he was a child, he picked up the wreckage of his relatives and lived coldly. When he became famous at the beginning of his twelfth year, he was ashamed of the food he had eaten and refused to be given another charity. His family was on the wall, so poor that he couldn't reveal the pot. The books used were copied by himself. The door of the chamber was opened, but even a little dust could not be touched.

Chu Lun often sleeps and forgets to eat because of reading. He has leg problems and his body is not good. When he was 19 years old, he was recommended to go to Beijing to take the test. When I came back, I was even more arrogant. During the period, I was a litigator, but I often received a slum. As a result, there was no shortage of wind and food, so I knew more about it.

At the age of 22, he went to Beijing again to take the test, and he was once again named Sunshan. Chu Lun has been ill at this time, and he often dips the soup at a young age. The fall of the list not only eclipsed his arrogance, but also made him more and more difficult. I took a pen and a book all night, and half of it was written with blood and fainted. When I woke up, the person was lying on the couch, the surface of the table was still warm, and the soup on the stove was already smashed.

After this time, Chu Lun often wrote that he fell into a drowsy and accidentally turned over the scrap, but found that the paper was full, and it was his handwriting. However, Chu Lun racked his brains and did not remember when he continued. He gradually noticed that he was always accompanied by one person. Although he could not see it, he was always there.

One day, Chu Lun stayed up and slept, and at night he heard the wind and rain hit the window. He seemed to be lethargic and still did not wake up. However, if you want to, you can hear the lightness of the opposite side of the table, and let the next person come close to observe.

Chu Lun does not move.

The man gently moved the paper and licked the ink and began to bite the pen and meditate. Chu Lun quietly blinked, seeing the black head facing himself, the table is pulling the sleeves and writing books. Chu Lun looked at the head and looked at it. The man heard the movement and looked up. It was actually a young man.

Looking at the hatchback, the young man was shocked and scared, and he was so scared that he slammed into the ink, splattered the ink, and his face was all ink. As soon as he called, Chu Lun was shocked. When he saw the ink flying out, he slammed back. This turned his back and turned his back and fell.

Ordinary people fell and fell, but Chu Lun did not fall well, the chair licked his chest, and actually vomited blood. He stayed in his stomach and felt that he was sweating coldly, his chest was suddenly protruding, and he jumped more and more panic, and he became more and more flustered. The young man hurried to help and hold him halfway. Strange to say, Chu Lu had a hug when he got him, and he felt that his chest was a little slower and his cold sweat was not so turbulent.

The young man cried and hugged: "If you die tonight, you are killed by me! This is good, I am not harmful!"

Teardrops like a squat, Chu Lu wants to open a few times, almost sip a bite. The younger boy cried more and more fiercely and simply cried his head and cried. He cried so loudly that he had forgotten Chu Lun in his arms. Chu Lun was soaked in tears for a long while, and he saw him remembering himself when he wanted to drown.

"See your accumulation of illness." Juvenile Lang touched his eyebrows pitifully, sobbing, "except for you."

Chu Lun was finally able to open his mouth: "Dare to ask..."

Juvenile Lang sighed and sighed, Chu Lun only felt that his body was light, and even the chest pain was gradually disappeared. He thought that he had met a little god, and the next moment, he heard the young man said.

"Although it is a demon, but it has also touched a little sage. I will blow it with you and count as a reward. I only hope that you still have aspirations, no..."

Juvenile Lang blew too much in one breath, Chu Lun was fine, but he hanged down, "砰" became a pen, fell on the chest of Chu Lun. Chu Lun lay on the ground and squatted for half a night. He got up and picked up the pen and saw that it was plain.

Chu Lun tried to say: "... dare to ask the surname?"

There was no response between the fingers, Chu Lu rubbed his chest, and he was so embarrassed that he thought he had a dream. He was lying on the couch with his pen, and he placed the pen on the pillow with great interest and was covered halfway. After he finished, he stayed for a while, and felt that he was ill and fascinated.

Chu Lun was skeptical and heard the indentation of the "啪". Chu Lun did not dare to move again, the pen did not move, and for a long time, he only heard the pen crying: "... labor, excuse me, I have to suffocate..."

Chu Lu stared straight at the white window, suddenly sat up, very gently opened the corner, respectfully asked for the pen.

The pen said: "...work, excuse me...the head is reversed..."

Chu Lun turned upside down and the pen lay on the pillow. Chu Lu stared at it for a moment, and it shrank down and snarled, stuttering: "You... you stare at me like this... I am a little scared."

Then he hid his head and refused to let Chu Lu look again.

Chu Lun folded it into a horn and turned it back to it while sleeping. The sky is near, and Chu Lun is thinking.

I am afraid that I am crazy about reading a book.