The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

Chapter 243: [Dragon Blood Mountain] Its three

Chapter 243: [Dragon Blood Mountain] Its three

The golden red pillow is squatting underneath, and there is a sputum in the nose.

Chu Xiaoning looked at the burning face, and the dream he once did finally overlaps with reality at this moment. It turns out that these are not dreams, they are true.

He and the ink have already had a close relationship with the skin. They have already been married. He was imprisoned by ink and squatted in the snow and ice to plead for the ink side...

It's all true.

At this moment, Chu Xiening did not know how he felt, or perhaps under the scent of the fragrance, his wisdom gradually coincided with the other world's Chu night.

Feel the feeling.

Know what it knows.

When the clothes were torn off and the thick kisses fell, Chu night Ning was on the eyes.

He felt very painful. Who is he?

Is it the Beidou Xianzun of the red dust of the sword, or the ridiculous Chu Yu under the female? Is it the late night of the sect of Mo Zongshi, or is it the master of hatred of Xianjun?

Everything is no longer so clear, and the past is floating in the past, like the falling flowers in the stream. He tries to catch those memories, but he can't really see it.

In the end, only the ? between the mattresses is clearly visible.

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They were intertwined with each other. When he was in a climax, he was humming, and he screamed under him. Such a fierce sentimental desire for the sea, I do not know because of the most aphrodisiac in the world, or because of the heart of the two, even the **** that they are not aware of...

After a long time, the knowledge of Chu Xiaoning slowly returned.

I don’t know why, for example, it’s not just perception, but also memories of past life.

After he and the combination of ink and burn, they all came.

When he remembered the crack, the division died and the ink burned in the snow.

He remembered that the blood of the Confucianism was flowing into the river, the heavens and the earth were discolored, and the ink burned and laughed, and the sacral bones of the leaves were broken.

He remembered that he was made into a blood leak, remembered that the red lotus water smoldered him to wake him up, but he put him under house arrest and could no longer make a difference.

I think of it all by piece.

The stone cave has been restored to its original appearance. He can detect himself lying on the cold ground, his clothes are removed, his body is smashed, and the ink is burning tightly behind him. The young man’s arms are shaking and they are all sticky. Greasy sweat, the air is filled with the smell of ?.

I remembered it.

Chu nightning did not move, did not speak and was not angry.

His head was very painful and almost cleft. He felt that in the process of combining the two, there was something that could not be seen, from the burning body, to his body.

It was that thing that restored his memories of his previous life.

But what exactly is that?

There were too many memories to be received at the moment, and Chu’s brain pain in the brain was so strong that he felt that he must know what it was, but he was unclear.

"Master." The sound of ink burned in his ear, it was so cautious, like the tender core of the branches in the early spring, where there is a tyrannical appearance, "I'm sorry..."

He was burned in his arms, and he did not look back, but he could imagine from his voice that the ink burned the wet red eyes, the distressed and apologetic look.

"Sorry, I am still... I still hurt you..."

Just under the control of the smoker, the ink burns is the same as that of Chu Xinning. Although the consciousness is clear, it is impossible to do it by itself. He was painful when he violently clamped Chu’s waist and hurriedly and encroaching on the man.

He didn't want to do this at all... He looked at Chu Ningning's red eyes under his body, just wanting to lean over and kiss him gently, comfort him, and tolerate him. But the words on the mouth are so mean, and the movements on the hands are so fierce.

His heart is very painful. But what about it? He can't control himself at all.

Chu night is resting on the cold stone surface, the headache is cracking, and the strength of moving the finger is not. He listened to the apology of ink burning, but he only felt awkward in his ears, and his eyes were dizzy, and he might lose consciousness at any time.

He spoke, because it was too terrible to call the land, so the voice was hoarse and sullen: "You first... you go out first..."

The ink burned his lips and there was no snoring.

He recovered his consciousness earlier than Chu, but when he was able to control his body, he had already withdrawn, but Chu Xiening was torn so badly that he still felt that the weapon of the flesh and blood was in his own hands. In the body.

The burning heart is even more uncomfortable.

Before stepping into the cave, he thought he would see a spell similar to the reminiscence scroll, but he did not expect that he would return to the death and death of the year, the wedding night. He was a golden red singer and pushed the door of the red lotus.

Of course, ink burning knows what he has done, but he never thought that in this way, he would reproduce the situation at the time.

He didn't want to do anything to hurt Chu's late night, and he didn't want to be a fairy emperor - but he couldn't help himself. Even worse, he can clearly feel that he is doing such a tyrannical thing, and his heart is actually inciting and excited.

Whether it is stepping on Xianjun or him, in fact, they are eager to bite and conquer the late night.

What about how to endure, he is still the slightest rain.

Can't change. Can't escape.

When I violently invaded, the ink burned and listened to the painful sorrow of the person underneath. The brain was the thrill of destroying the top. The thrill of the topping and the strong smashing, the splashing of water.

He suddenly couldn't tell who he was, whether he was a monk or a master of ink. It was good or evil and loyalty.

Between the mattresses, he rubbed the cheeks of Chu’s late night and said the idiots that he had personally said... Chu Yu?

Yes, his previous life had done the three most excessive things for Chu, and he killed it, that is, he used the killing trick, and his second disgrace was to force him to be happy.

Third, it is. That is, to seize his identity, sleepy for his life, Biyue Huangquan, for him. Because of this selfish desire, he made the sacred sage of the sacred lord into his own abbot.

Although there are not many people in the world who know exactly what the "Chu Yu" of Emperor Junner was, but forced him to cover his face with red cover, and in the eyes of the public, he and his family, and they are in the second place. fact.

He does not know what it means to do so in the past.

In fact, if he really wants to be late and uncomfortable, he can make a big noise, let the world know that he has burned his master, so that everyone knows that Beidou Xianzun is now a person in the emperor’s account. .

Why not do this?

Instead, the secret was carefully kept, and even for a long time, even the Queen Song Qiutong did not know what the mysterious "Chu Yu" was. He was revengeful, and he made a heavenly scene. In the end, he only played a scene without a visitor.

He sings with gusto.

why?

He even remembered that after Chu Ning died, he wanted to set a monument for him, but he was afraid that the world would see him and laugh at him, so he could only hold a donkey himself and dig a tomb in front of the Tongtian Tower. The one that was buried was the wedding dress worn by Chu Xiening when he married himself.

Stepping on the emperor, sitting in front of the monument, holding the delusion for a long time, he would like to write:

Tomb of the late teacher Chu Yuning

But I feel like writing this way, as if I have been defeated, like a sorrowful woman who has nothing to regret. The scene is really ridiculous.

He did not return to grinding for a long time, and finally his eyes lit up, thinking of a narrow and intimate practice, he then happily laughed, using a knife as a pen, wrote a stroke:

Tomb of Chu Ji

After writing these four words, he felt that the sigh of the chest seemed to be out, but he still felt that he was not enough. He thought that the night of Ning was so cold and lonely, he always did not like to look at his face, and his heart was annoyed. It is lingering - he will never see such a look in the future, so he is still hopelessly in front of his grievances, and he thinks viciously in his heart.

Chu night Ning abandoned him.

Leave him alone.

In the late night, Chu’s heart was so good that he retaliated with death.

Excessive.

He groaned with a grin in his eyes.

Yes, it’s too much.

Therefore, he wants to humiliate Chu Xi Ning, bully Chu Yuning, to let Chu Yuning die under Jiuquan, and wait for his own hundred years later to go to hell, but also indulge in laughing and ridiculing the guy, and the white win Snow, the innocent person said -

You didn't win, I won.

You see, you are dead, I can still ? you.

Stepping on the emperor, holding the knife, thought for a long time in front of the grave, thinking of the sun setting, the twilight, and thinking of the night, the silver hook.

In the moonlight, such as the water, such as white, the ink burned finally picked up, and one stroke was added, and four words were added to the tombstone:

Qing Yugui

The lime is simmered and carved. He smiled and laughed, thinking that this is a good nickname, confirming that Chu Ning is his person, and that he is willing to do it, he must be guilty of himself, perfect. . If Chu is rather able to survive by himself, then it is even better.

With such expectations, he turned his eyes brightly and ran to the red lotus water.

Chu nightning's temper is the biggest.

How can such a humiliation be willing to suffer?

So wake up, wake up and compete with him. On the high and low level, this time he can make him a trick if he is seriously injured.

If it doesn't work, the ten tricks are not negotiable.

Wake up.

He stood in front of the lotus pond and looked at the corpse of the musculoskeletal inside.

This seat has made you ten strokes, you have to be interested. You look at the monument that I have given you, are you not angry? I don't want to hold my clothes and yell at me. You are willing to be famous for a lifetime. Finally, it becomes a ridiculous eight words - Qing Yugui, the tomb of Chu Ji?

wake up.

wake up.

He looked from the faceless expression to the look.

But Chu night is lying down, not talking, not moving.

A long time later, the ink burned finally understood that he was able to get what he wanted and won the taming he had always hoped for.

His master, his enemies, his lingering companion on his bed, his late night.

Finally obeyed.

In the still cold and cold Dragon Blood Cave, the ink burned the scarred lover, and no one spoke at all.

Then, he suddenly thought of the rainy night. In the inn of the town of Wuchang, the people in his arms were so green and eager, tumbling with him, his ears tipped red, and he whispered him uncomfortably.

At that time, he had sweared in his heart and swears that this life can no longer hurt Chu and Ning, and he wants to be gradual, slow and slow, he wants to let Chu Xiening adapt to it a little bit, and finally give Chu Xiaoning The shudder of the combination of spirit and flesh.

He has made many plans and has had many ideas.

Even imagined countless times, their first real combination, when and where, the horizon is the sun or the stars, the window is filled with sea otters or apricot flowers.

But he did not expect it to be like this.

? ? ? blending, skin is attached, their first combination in this life is so ridiculous, painful, and crazy.

Both of them were exhausted, and the ink burned lying beside him. There was a very special feeling in the chest. It seemed that there was something in the heart that was violently trembled, and then the ground cracked like a giant, and the giant wood was uprooted. The mud and sand broke out.

The pure thing seems to wrap something dirty and horrible in his heart, frantically struggling outward, and a black and white thing quickly breaks free from his body.

He didn't know what these two things escaped from his heart. He didn't have time to think more, because Chu nightning said: "You go out first."

The ink burned did not speak and did not know what to say.

He silently endured the pain in his mouth, slowly picked up the clothes scattered all over the place, and silently put it on again.

These clothes have been worn for a long time, because he barely dared to move to the position below the waist of the night, and the traces of the blue and purple mottled thighs undoubtedly showed what he had just done, and also showed how much pain Chu will have at the moment.

He did not dare to look at the face of Chu Yuning.

What will happen to those eyes at the moment?

Disappointment, resentment, emptyness...

He does not want to think anymore.

It took a long time for the ink to burn, and I wore the clothes of Chu Xiaoning. At this time, his head was already hurting, and his body was covered with cold sweat.

He didn't know why the pain came from, and it was probably related to the two things that were missing in the heart. He endured the pain and took the cold hand of Chu.

I really didn't have the courage to look at the face of Chu Yuning, so he stared at the hand like that for a long time and whispered, "Is the Master respected?"

"……Ok."

The ink burned for a while.

There was a stunned look on his face, and the kind of abandoned dog that looked like a homeless person, he sneaked out for a while and then closed his eyes.

There have been countless times of fear of this happening, but when the trial really came, he was surprised to find that he was such calm and tranquility.

It seems like a restless fugitive who was finally escorted into jail.

He stood in the cell where the party was clear, and looked around. The nightmare that was feared and escaped was finally a reality, and it seemed like a stone fell to the ground.

There is never a night when you flee.

After breaking into the net, I finally fell asleep.

No more to escape.

There is no hope, no embarrassment.

It was relieved.

"I am very chaotic now, a lot of things ... are still unclear." Perhaps it is because the party is called too fierce, or perhaps because of the exhaustion of the past, Chu nightning sounds hoarse, face is also more ugly than ink burning, "too messy."

The ink burned up with courage and raised his hand to rub his pale cheeks.

Although his own hands were shaking too much.

"Ink burning..." He almost murmured in a hollow, "Take the emperor..."

"..."

Squinting eyes, eyelashes tremble, eyebrows into Sichuan.

"Then don't think about it, just sleep for a while." The ink burned red, his fingers slid across his face and burst into tears. "I am with you."

Chu nightning seems to tremble slightly.

The ink burns only feels like a heartache.

"Master, don't be afraid. It's me, not stepping on the fairy... I won't hurt you anymore, never again."

Chu night Ning Wei Wei eyelashes thick shade, the dark under the eyelashes have a moist luster flashing, ink burning for a moment, I think he seems to want to say something to himself.

However, there is still no exit.

Chu night Ning squinted his eyes, turned his face at the last moment, and his body subconsciously curled up.

"Master respect..."

"I have a word, I want to ask you."

"..."

"...if...you know that the person who gave you a pot of rice pulp outside the Temple of Nostalgia was me." The sound of Chu Yuning was extremely exhausted. "...Whether the years of Wushan Temple, will you let go?" I?"

This question is like a sharp-edged knife, straightforward to listen to the lungs. The whole person trembled, and he choked. I don’t know how to answer, but just reached out and wanted to hold the person in front of me. But when the hand touched, I felt that Chu Ning’s shoulder was shaking slightly.

He is crying.

But Mo-burn knows that he no longer wants to see himself.

After a while, the ink burned could not be supported. Although he did not know why the former Zhou Xining had to set up such a puzzle, the strange feeling of the heart was more and more vivid.

At this time, he suddenly found that there seemed to be a thin smoke in his chest, which floated straight between the chest and back of Chu's late night. The thin smoke was too light, so that he was not aware of it.

A closer look reveals that the smoke is black with a while, and then white as jade, flowing from his heart to the heart of Chu Yuning.

What is this?

He noticed that the black things were constantly blocked by Chu Xinning's body, gradually gathering into a group of ink, and was absorbed into the incense burner next to him.

what exactly is it?

He wants to remind Chu Jingning, but he found that Chu Xi Ning did not know when he was already in a coma. The huge memories of the past lives are overwhelming, not to mention the memory is still messy, to re-coil and reorganize in the mind of Chu Xinning.

"Master."

It hurts... How can it hurt? It seems that there are two forces in the heart who are doing sawing. Black and white, pure and dirty.

The black-browed eyebrows were close, struggling to stand up, walked to the smoker, and twitched to reveal the lid.

Before he lost consciousness, what he saw at the last sight was the black gas that rushed out—in the incense burner, it gradually became a black double-flowered flower.