MTL - The Husky and His White Cat Shizun-Chapter 12 This is a wrong person...

After walking for a long time in the magical territory, I could not find the direction.

However, the taste of the butterfly in the air is getting richer and richer. This smell will give birth to emotions and enlarge the senses, which will make many incredible things.

At the beginning of the burning of the ink, I felt anxious, and the stomach seemed to ignite a small flame, and the blood in the body was slowly heated.

Spring water, he needs to find a spring water, where is the spring water?

He knows that there is a living spring in this illusion. When he went to the spring water in his life, he was already dry and dizzy. There was no way. He had to hold a few mouthfuls with his hands, and he thought that poisoning would be better than thirst.

After drinking the spring water, he felt that consciousness was getting more and more blurred. He was found to be fainted by the faint sergeant. The teacher repaired the medicine and immediately detoxified him. The dizzy one was also poisoned at that time. Enchanted, the ghost kissed the teacher's lips.

The predecessor of the resolute and desperate empire was eager to relive the nightmare, strolling through the illusion, and wandering around for a long time, finally heard the sound of the spring, he was very happy, and quickly ran over and immediately drank.

Sure enough, the turmoil caused by the scent became more and more vivid under the stimulation of the spring water. He wanted to go to the depths of the spring water uncontrollably, and unknowingly buried half of the body.

Just as the smoldering consciousness is about to be blurred, just like the previous life, one hand slammed him violently, and the water splashed in the air, the air poured into the nose, the ink gasped, and the water was opened. The eyelashes of the beads, see the figure in front.

The figure gradually became clear from the blur, accompanied by an almost irritating voice.

"You dare to drink the water here, do you want to die?"

The smoldering dogs generally licked the water drops, and when they saw the people, they breathed a sigh of relief: "Sister 昧..."

"Don't talk, give me the medicine!"

A dark purple pill was handed to the lips, and the ink burned and opened the mouth. He ate the medicine slyly, and his eyes were still staring at the peerless face of the teacher.

Suddenly, just like in the last life, the enlarged anxiety in the heart made him unable to resist, not to mention that the ink was not a modest gentleman, so he seized the teacher’s wrist and quickly responded to the other party’s reaction. Kissed his lips.

In an instant, the sparks splashed and my mind was blank.

He is a man who has a lot of bad debts, but the fierceness between the mattresses does not require the contact of the lips, and does not require extra warmth. So the body is lingering a lot, and the number of kissing people is small.

The teacher did not expect to be attacked. He was stabbed in the same place, until his tongue came in, and he finally reacted and began to struggle.

"What are you doing... oh!" The words were half-finished, and they were rudely licked over their faces, and their lips were re-applied. The smoldering kiss was more intense than the previous life. The two men rolled into a ball in the spring. The ink is firmly pressed under the body, and the ink kisses his moist and cool lips, as stunning as the memory, as well as his cheeks and auricles...

"Don't move..." An open, hoarse voice made him himself surprised.

It’s over.

How does the effect of this spring feel stronger than the last generation?

According to the development of the past life, he did not have time to linger with the teacher for so long, no relatives, at that time, the younger smoldering was condemned by the conscience, the hand was loose, the teacher got up and worked hard, and escaped.

However, because of his own wickedness in this life, he was too shameful. Instead of being condemned by his conscience, he was driven by the shackles and directly kissed people on the shore.

The teacher was struggling under him, but he was already evil. He couldn’t hear what people were shouting. The only thing that swayed in his eyes was the fascinating, moist, open and close. Lips.

A group of fire in the abdomen burned, the ink burned down the heart, and the more violently kissed up, directly opened the other's teeth, the tongue straight into the mouth, taking the sweetness in the mouth.

The creaking of the heart is like a drum.

In the chaos, he has tore off the robes of the sorcerer's complex, tearing off the girdle, sneaking into the hand, touching the smooth and firm skin, the people underneath suddenly slammed up, and were slammed down by the ink.

He bit his aunt's ear and whispered: "Look at it, we can all be comfortable."

"Ink rain -!!"

"Oh, oh yeah, how can you yell at me like this? It seems to be a child." The ink burned and licked his earlobe, and he was not idle, and went straight to his waist.

The stinking rogue burned, and the 16-year-old hooligan was really more than the 32-year-old hooligan!

This person's face is growing day by day!

The sergeant tightly stretched his body, and the smoldering energy could feel the slight tremor of his body. Really, it seemed to be such a slender person. The feeling of touching it was a well-balanced muscle and a sharp line.

He is even more difficult to help himself, and can't help but pull the other's coat.

The teacher finally couldn’t bear it and broke out.

"Mini rain! You are looking for death!!"

With a bang, a powerful spiritual force slammed him apart! The spirit was fierce and overbearing, and the ink was too hot to be smashed. The entire cockroach slammed into the rock on the side of the spring, almost vomiting a blood.

The sergeant grabbed the messy clothes and stood up in anger. The palm of his hand squirmed with the madness of the golden spirit, the sizzling of the sparks, and the anger of his eyes.

Between the burning of the dizziness, there is a vague feeling that something is wrong.

"Heaven, call!"

With a sigh of anger, the teacher slammed the palm of the hand and smashed out a golden vine of the wind and the wind, and Tian asked to come out. The whole road was glaring, and from time to time, a fire was bursting, bursting out a golden light, willow Flying.

The ink burned.

When will the teacher call the day to ask?

However, this thought has not been left in the brain for a while, and suddenly he asked to tear open the air, and as he licked his face, he slammed it down! This willow is not soft, and the scent of the scent is smashing. The blood that has been beaten by Xianjun is flying and fleshy. If you want to come to a person like Rongji who has eaten ink and burned it, he will surely clap his hands and shout. It’s so good! Come again! Kill the people! Good day!”

The ink burned in this violent storm with no gaps, and it was finally awake.

The teacher is so gentle, how could he be beaten like this?

The technique of pumping willows is so mature that it is not who Chu Ning can still be! ! ! !

Chu night Ning pumping soft hands, this stopped to ease the tone, rubbed his wrist, is trying to fight again, the ink burned suddenly on the rock, wow cough a big mouthful of blood.

"... don't fight anymore, you will die if you fight again..."

The ink burned a few coughs, and the heart was desolate. This is definitely the strongest color in his bad luck.

Who knows who is coming from Chu Ning?

And I don't know why, this Chu Evening has also grown a face of a teacher, and even the sound sounds exactly the same as the teacher!

He wiped the mottled blood of the corner of his mouth, gasping, and looked up.

It may be a beating of an artifact, or it may be because the medicine that was given to him by the night of Chu had an effect. This time, the person in front of him was not a teacher.

At the end of the night, Ning Yin calmed his face, his face stood fiercely under the tree, his anger rushed to the crown, his eyes were like electricity, and he was angering and staring at the ink.

His fierce and fierce appearance is sturdy.

however……

The ink burned him for a few seconds.

I found myself... shamelessly hard.

Chu nightning has always been meticulous, and the cumbersome white robes, which are called abstinence, have been messy at this time. Only by his slender and white hands are tightly squatting, so that they will not slip off their shoulders. His lips were swollen and swollen, and there were sporadic hickeys on the sides of his neck. Although it is a disgusting look, it is even more irritating.

Past lives, memories of Chu Yuning, those memories of madness, bloodyness, hatred, coziness, conquest, pleasure, and accumulation.

Those who are too lazy to think about it, the memories that were not intended to be thought of, are in the air filled with blood and flowers, and instantly become shocking and difficult to hide.

The tides generally rushed into the heart.

To die, he still can't see how Chu Ning is like this.

Even if he hates him again, he hates him again, and he wants to pack him into a suede and cook it. The ink burns still has to be acknowledged.

In the past life, the most exciting emotions of his own, the most bloody, and the high/tidal tingling of the scalp were obtained from Chu Ningning.

It is one thing to hate him.

But for men, especially those who are particularly shameless, especially the beasts, the physical instincts of the body are another matter.

Chu night Ning slowed down, it seems that it was really mad, and the hands that were pinching the sky were shaking with care.

"Wake up?"

The ink burned in the next breath: "...Yes, Master."

Chu nightning seems to have not played enough, but he knows that there is a ghost in this illusion, and should not blame the burning of the body, squatting for a while, and finally took Liu Liu back.

"What is today..."

Before he finished, the ink burned and rushed: "Today's business, knowing that you know me, I will never say it! I want to say it, let me play five thunder!"

Chu night quietly silent for a while, sneer: "You swear that I have heard no less than a hundred times, no one is counting."

"This time is absolutely true!" The body responded with a reaction, but if you want to go to the late night, you would like to eat stinky tofu. In the eyes of the ink, it is not something that has a countertop.

Stinky tofu finds a corner where no one is, and saves it to others. It is the same reason that I want to go to bed with Chu.

The smoldering has always been disgusting with the late night, how can I tell others that he would hate people while puncturing and wanting to go to others? Is this not a disease?

There are also those bad things in my life and Chu Xiening. He really doesn't want to mention it anymore. Forgive him.

"This illusion is very confusing, and the people you meet in it will become the most wanted in your heart."

Chu Yuning said while walking side by side with the ink.

"You must be calm, not to be confused by illusions."

"Oh……"

Ok? and many more!

The ink burned suddenly a spirit, thinking of one thing.

If it is like this, then in the illusion of the last generation, the teacher he saw is not necessarily the teacher? Not sure if it is still -

He glanced at the Chu Ningning who was walking next to him, could not help but chill.

impossible!

If the last generation of the pro is Chu Yuning, it will definitely save a pump! At least have to slap!

Certainly not a late night! Definitely not him!

In the heart of the fiercely shouting, Chu night Ning suddenly stopped and pulled the ink to the back: "Beep."

"what happened?"

"There is movement in front."

Now that the development of things has completely different from that of the previous life, so the ink does not know what will happen next. When I heard this, I immediately said, "Is it a teacher?"

Chu night Ning frowned: "You are in this illusion, you must not go ahead and imagine who you are, if you can't help but think, what you see in a moment will become that person's appearance. ”

"..." The ink burned for a while and found that it could not be done.

Chu nighting looked at him, and when he did not know when to condense a dagger formed by spiritual power, he slid toward the ink-burning arm.

"what--!"

"Don't call." Chu Xiaoning had expected that the other hand would directly point to the ink-burning lips, and the fingertips would condense the golden light. When the ink burned, nothing could be heard. "Would it?"

"……"nonsense! Take a look at yourself and see if it hurts!

The ink burned with tears and nodded pitifully.

"It hurts, except for this pain, don't think about anything else, follow me, let's look at it."

The darkness of the ink burned all the way to the night, and followed him along the winding path. Whoever knows the closer to the place, the more you can hear the many words of the haha, it is particularly embarrassing in this empty place.

Bypassing a long, high wall, the two finally came to the place where the sound was heard -

It was a red-green building with bright lights and red yarn swaying. In the vast courtyard, there were more than 100 tables and banquets in the bustling courtyard. The fish and vegetables on the table were all-encompassing. The guests hailed the wine and mixed them.

In the hall where the threshold is wide open, a huge red "囍" word is particularly eye-catching, and it seems that there is a lively and extraordinary wedding feast.

"Master respects..." The ink burned low. "You see these people who drink wine... they don't have faces!"

The author has something to say: the dead dog has to ask questions, in the last life, who is the burning pro?