MTL - The Husky and His White Cat Shizun-Chapter 293 [The dying of death]

But until the middle of the night, Chu nightning still did not come.

Stepping on the first step was a sullen, then turned gloomy, and then became a worry.

The black robes roamed the golden brick floor, and he walked back and forth, couldn't help but think, what happened to Chu Xiening?

Time and space are torn apart. Whether you want to ask the truth or try to stop it, you should come to Wushan Temple to find him. According to the temperament of Beidou Xianzun, even if he lacks arms and legs, he will come to find him trouble.

Why not come?

sick? - Impossible, the guy will be sick when he is sick.

do not know? - I may not know before, but the two worlds have changed their color and how they may not know.

Then...

Standing stunned, the shadows appear stunned under the faint candlelight, extremely terrifying.

Is it hard to die?

This thought was not deep enough, and the nails were gone into the palm of my hand. Teng Xianjun bit his teeth, and his muscles are shaking in fine detail.

Eight years of Wushan Temple as a companion, two years of bones. He spent most of his life with Chu Yuening. So that he later returned to the world, seeing that the night of Ning was not left with the ashes, he went crazy and intensified.

He can accept the death of the teacher, but he tries his best to resurrect it.

But he could not accept the death of Chu Xiaoning.

The night was darker, and the only candle he had left was burned out, and the lamp was turned into a shadow of the pool. His moth had not come yet.

The fear in the heart is getting deeper and deeper, as if the ink stains on the rice paper are constantly blooming. He wandered back and forth in a hurry and walked back and forth.

Finally he was placed on the soft couch.

But at this moment, he heard a slight inaudible sound on the roof.

Stepping on the fairy slammed up, light and heat seemed to return to his body in an instant, his eyes bright and amazing, with hatred.

If you give him a mirror at this time, he should find his own look and Chen Gillian who plays the long-door grievances are almost the same - they are all kinds of people, waiting for the right to wait for the monarch, do not come, angry and grievous.

He gritted his teeth and even waited for the other party to start, and then he opened the temple door and plunged the roof into the storm.

"Chu night Ning!"

The madman is unreasonable.

"He died, you are so ruined? He is dead. Do you not even care about the people you care about?"

The man has not seen the knife and smashed it up. In the rain curtain, the three or four tricks were dismantled. It was the hard and cold sound of the metal weapon collision.

"Isn't it to say that all beings are the first to be the end?! Depression has only come to the present with a decisive victory. What night, Yuheng, Beidou Xianzun, is just a bit of a good!"

The other person spoke, and the voice was very vague in the rain: "What messed up..."

Stepping on the fairy squint.

He immediately heard that this voice was not Chu Ning's, which made his anger flash a glimmer of clearness. When the other side smashed the sharp blade toward himself, his eyes were cold and cold, and he did not return to the blue light. The hand fell off the knife.

Only heard the sound of "铮", the other party's weapon did not light up the martial arts Guanghua, and it was cut off two times under the violent offensive, and the lang fell on the corrugated.

"...Who's the family's miscellaneous stuff?" After the wrong person, the stepping fairy was getting more and more violent. "There are no decent swords, and dare to assassinate the seat."

Brushing the ground and pointing the hand to the top of the person’s head, the words are chilly: “Look up.”

"..."

The man slowly looked up.

The thunder was shattered in an instant, reflecting his pale face.

Stepping on the bridge of the nose, the look is extremely dangerous: "Is it you?"

Xue Meng got up and his hand was shaking slightly. Stepping on the gaze of his eyes, he saw the two broken dragons on the wet roof and the heart slowly understood.

He narrowed his eyes and looked at the drenched youth from the eyelashes.

"It seems that you shouldn't say that 'it' is you." Stepping on the singer Junsen said, "And it should be said... you are the good brother of this seat."

The Thunder rolled over and the tympanic membrane seemed to be crushed.

Xue Meng closed his eyes.

"The first time I have made a move with this seat." Stepping on the fairy road, "It's really immature and innocent years. I don't know how much you are."

"...you still me..." Xue Meng opened his mouth and his voice whimpered, but he still said, "You still have my mother's life."

"This has been said in your previous life with this seat."

Blinking and anger, and anger and pain: "You still have my brother's life!"

This time, I didn’t say anything, I didn’t say anything. After a while, I sneered: “When the guru is good, one or two, I miss him.”

"..."

"But did he tell you that he is my reincarnation? He remembers all the sins and hatred of past lives." The eyes were cold and the teeth were sharp. "He is a liar!"

Xue Meng and Teng Xianjun are squatting on the ridge, like two black beasts.

The more you say, the more unspeakable you are, the more distorted your look is: "He is a confusing person who deceives the world and swindles his brother and sister, and deceives his friends and relatives. He deceives the good reputation of a master of ink - he should die. How is he different from this seat?"

Xue Meng gritted his teeth and said: "You are not the same."

"Ha! Funny!"

The rain rushed down the tile to form a river tide. The rushing from their feet: "What is different? What is different? How much do you think he is clean? I can't wash his dirty in the rain for a hundred years!"

Xue Meng's long eyelashes were soaked in rain: "He and you are two people!!"

"Go to your mother two people." Stepping Xianjun understatement is extremely vicious. "You will pretend."

Mrs. Wang’s new mourning, she heard such a sentence is very harsh, Xue Meng angered and ignited the fire in the palm of his hand, the curse fell to the emperor.

After 10 years, Xue Meng is not the opponent of stepping on Xian Jun, let alone the blind man in front of him.

Stepping on the face of Xianjun, she avoided it, and the fire did not wipe his hair. Instead, he raised his hand and grabbed Xue’s unrecoverable arm. A pair of black and purple eyes slowly Squat.

"The two of the horns immediately rolled out of the seat. If you don't move, beware of the claws of this little nestling."

The two men of Mei Hanxue turned up the horns, one person holding the piano and one holding the sword.

Stepping Xianjun did not accidentally swept them both, sneer: "Your life is really interesting. No matter which world, it is unconditionally standing with Xue Meng."

When the older brother did not speak, and his brother Mei Hanxue smiled: "Otherwise? Do you think that the emperor is like you, who will be enemies, cold and bloody?"

This sentence touched the pain of stepping Xianjun. The face of Chu’s face, Xue Zheng’s face and Wang Chuqing’s face flashed in front of him.

Grace will hate... cold blood and thin feelings...

He was silent for a moment, and squeezed a sneer in the heavy rain: "The two are really not afraid of death."

The arm is blue and violent, and it is against the hair of Xue Meng. Stepping on the fairy is followed: "Xue Meng is a younger brother of Beidou Xianzun." You two have nothing to do with this seat, you are not afraid of this seat. You are all stuffing."

Referring to the late night of Chu, Xue Meng became more and more angry: "Do you still have a face to respect the master? You are a beast! Beast!"

"How can you not mention this seat?"

Stepping on the fairy, he raised Xue Meng with one hand and forced Xue Xue's face to be drenched.

He remembered the sporadic memories of those who belonged to the Mo Zongshi, remembered the moonlight of Feihua Island, the night rain of the impermanent town, and even the water mist of the wonderful sound pool... Suddenly like a wild grass.

He chilled and cold: "You talk about it, there is nothing in this seat that can't mention him."

"..."

"He is who is in this seat, isn't your brother who is innocently told you?"

Xue Meng was a glimpse, and then his eyes widened: "You, what are you talking about..."

"You actually have some feelings all the time?" Stepping on the eyes of his eyes, there is a kind of pleasure to push the prey to the dead end. "From the relationship between you and the two of them, from the words of others."

Xue Meng was stiff and then trembled violently.

His trembling made Teng Xianjun very excited.

Yes, exactly. Stained in the late night, smudged Chu, late, and the sorcerer who saw the ghost is not cautious, lest he and the relationship with Chu Xiaoning be made public?

He did not let the hypocrite wish.

"What, you still don't know?"

"No... no, no, don't say."

"That is to know?"

Xue Meng is almost shuddering, the scalp is numb: "Don't say!"

Stepping on the fairy screamed, his eyes were both fierce and crazy: "It seems that your heart is bright, you are clear."

"Ink burning -!"

"Chu Ningning is the person on the bed."

Lost in the air, as if the squally showers have turned off the sound.

Teng Xianjun stared at the empty eyes and shivered Xue Meng, only felt the pain of the top, so he became more and more eager to eat the heart of this young man, he sneered: "This life, last life, your master I was beaten by my seat in the bed. The Fengya Inn in Wuchang Town, the wonderful sound pool of the dead and the life, the wing of the Taotao Mountain Villa, countless times, you can’t think of it."

Xue Meng's whole person is iced, his eyes are black and gray.

"Right." Suddenly recalled the details of another part of the Mo Zongshi. He flashed the cold and sinister luster, and the thin lips opened and closed. "The brother you guarded, you are in front of you." Master respects."

"..."

"Before you went to Mount Lushan, you went to the room in Chu's late night to find him. At that time, you reached out and touched the forehead of Chu's late night and asked if he had a fever."

Xue Meng's face is getting whiter.

Teng Xianjun said with a narrow smile: "Can you imagine why Chu Xi Ning was red on his cheeks at the time, and there was a wave in his eyes?"

"do not talk!!"

It’s not useful to drink anger, it will only make the stepping fairy more cruel: “Because it’s separated from you, it’s under the shackles. Your good brother is containing your master’s respect. He."

Xue Meng's face was white and red and green. He changed back and forth several rounds of colors and suddenly turned his head. He couldn't stand the disgusting, groaning and licking, and he had a goose bump.

The devil in the world was very satisfied with his reaction. He laughed happily and his eyes flashed with enthusiasm: "How do you feel that your brother is different from this one? He is doing these things, but he didn't tell you." How much do you think he is --"

The "bang" banged and interrupted his words.

Stepping on the fairy, he turned his face, but saw the fire in the west of the tower, and countless demons turned into golden glows, which turned out in the blast.

"……what happened?"

When I just asked this, I heard the sound of the piano in the distance, such as the phoenix, the sound of the fairy, and the monsters in this sound have been shaped, it seems to be moved by the piano, toward the ground The place is culled, and the wood monster is the most brave and fearless.

Stepping on the eyes of Stepanjun, he whispered, "Nine songs...?"

I don't want Xue Meng, even if I don't have time to go to see Xue Meng, I stepped on the rain and emptied, and the **** lifted up and did not return, and flew straight toward the Tongtian Tower.

In front of the Tongtian Tower is already a sea of ​​fire, countless repairs are considerable, the chess pieces are fighting against the group of demon, and the two cores of the battle are two men who are also dressed in white and white.

One is holding hands and manipulating the precious Hua Binan.

The other is the killing of the eyes, the late night of Fu Qin.

Seeing the night of the fire in the sea, the jade is flying, and the first step in the heart of the fairy is a loose one - because Chu Yuning has finally arrived. Then he was angry - because although Chu was born in the evening, he did not come to him to confront him, but went directly to Hua Binan.

He waited for him for so long!

"Why are you doing there?" Hua Binan's spiritual power is inferior. At this moment, he is against the late night, and he relies on those precious chess. He squints and sees the fairy, biting his teeth. "Not coming to help me?" ”

Stepping Xianjun’s intracranial pain, but also immediately answered.

He jumped out of the air, blocking in front of Huabi Nan, his hand flashing in the light, and he had gripped the knife in his palm.

"You go first, here is blocked by this seat."

Hua Bi Nan has long been beaten by Chu Ning, and there is no way to escape. At this time, I saw that I was shot by Xian Xianjun. I finally got a sigh of relief.

"Be careful with yourself," he commanded. "Lock up this person and never let him break our big things."

Speaking of the shadow, I sneaked into the night and disappeared.

Stepping on the fairy is back to the head: "Chu Ningning, this seat knows that you can't stand by. But I didn't expect that you would know to find him first and take him."

"..."

Chu Xiaoning’s face is pale, his eyes are invisible, and his emotions are unclear.

"Why don't you come to this seat first. Um?"

Chu Xiaoning did not answer. In fact, he and Tengxianjun are more like a dead body at the moment. The soul of the Beidou Xianzun body is like a dead soul. Only one layer of instinct keeps him, let him do the last thing for this world.

Stepping on the fairy, and jumping up with Chu and Ning. The man’s movements were extremely fast, squinting at him in the fire and rain: “Because I feel that I can’t beat my seat?”

"..."

The knife smashed in the hand and collided with the sound of the piano: "Because I don't know how to face Xue Meng?"

"..."

It is getting more and more painful, so it is getting more and more vicious. His knife is extremely fast, and his momentum is fierce and astounding. Because he is the spiritual core of the Mozong master, he is more and more unpredictable than before, and he has already approached the night before the night.

"Or because..."

Hate in the gums.

The golden brilliance and the brilliance of the blue color meet at this moment, the slashing of the knife, the nine songs whistling, and the lateness of Chu’s fingertips swaying, leaving an indestructible guardian enchantment.

In an instant, the spirit flowed and his knife reached over his enchantment.

The film is separated by the layer of jellyfish petals.

"Or because of..." Suddenly, the light flame in the hands of Xianjun was weak. When it was lit again, it was not the blue color of the wood attribute, but the red color of the fire attribute.

That is the color of the spiritual stream used by Mo Zongshi.

Chu night is a glimpse.

The fire and the golden light are still glued, and the splendour of the splash is still so heavy. After the enchantment, a handsome face of Teng Xianjun suddenly rose softly.

"Or because of the master..." Under the thick eyelashes, his gaze is deep and sad. "You can't bear to see me die for the second time?"

The slamming sound was wrongly played, and the halo of the enchantment of the late night was weak. If you don’t return, you will be violently degraded at this moment. In an instant, the golden light is split and scattered, and the sea bream is blooming.

The powerful spiritual power slammed him all over the ground, and when he saw it, he would fall into the muddy leeches, and one hand reached over and grabbed his waist. Chu nightning knows his trap and can't help but sigh: "Mini rain -!"

In the raindrops, Teng Xianjun laughed and laughed because of the tricks, and the corners of his mouth finally regained his willingness and cruelty.

He is gentle and no longer open, it is already a green face: "Good. You are finally willing to take care of people."

"..."

Stepping on the cheeks, stepping on the cheeks, almost the tip of the nose against the tip of the nose, the lips touching the lips. He said with a sigh: "If you don't say anything, I am afraid that you will be dumb."