The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

Chapter 25: This place hates to die for him!

Chapter 25: This place hates to die for him!

Chu Xiaoning "rolled out" three words stuck in the throat, gloomy face silence for a long time, and finally changed slowly: "roll in."

"Hey? You don’t have a lock?" Cold war for a whole day, at this moment, the ink burned and reconciled with him, and as he spoke, he pushed the door in, as if nothing had happened. Chu Evening sat facelessly at the table, picking up his eyelids and glanced at him faintly.

In the heart, the ink is very good-looking. As soon as you walk into the door, the whole house is bright. He is very young, his skin is tight, and he seems to have a faint glow. The corners of his mouth are naturally filled with some curls. When there is no emotion, it is like laughing.

Chu nightning quietly left his eyes from the burning body, the slender eyelashes hang down, raised his hand to wipe out an incense on the table, and then asked coldly:

"What are you doing?"

"I am coming... look at your injury." The ink burned a few coughs, his eyes fell on the shoulders of Chu’s late night, and he stunned. "Is it changed?"

Chu night Ning faint: "Yeah."

Incoherently speechless: "........."

He did remember to hate the late night, but also the temperament of the night. But after calming down, the ink is not completely unconscion, hate to hate, he did not forget how Chu night Ning shoulders are injured.

In the stuffy coffin, it was Chu Wanning who kept himself in his arms and blocked the claws of the ghost ceremonies with his own body. He was sore and trembling and did not loosen...

For the person who is late in the night, the burning of the ink is very disgusting.

But besides being disgusted, I don’t know why, but I always have some complicated emotions.

He is a rude person. He didn’t read a book when he was a child. Later, although he made up some literary knowledge, he is still easy to turn around in many delicate things, especially about feelings.

For example, in the case of Chu Xiaoning, the ink burned his head and pondered for a long time. The back of the head had to touch the vulture, and it was not clear what this feeling was.

He can only recognize a certain kind of feeling: like, hate, hate, happy, unhappy.

If you mix several emotions together, Yingming Shenwu’s stepping emperor will stare at Venus and completely faint.

Do not understand, do not understand, do not know, help, the head hurts.

So the ink burned too lazy to think again, anyway, no one except the teacher, he did not have time to study it.

In his heart, he gave the night to the night, and he secretly remembered the bad debts. While he secretly calculated that he had the opportunity, he must doublely repay it. While he was guilty, the heavens and the people fought, and finally they knocked on the door of Chu’s late night.

He didn’t want to owe him a late night.

However, this person, who is late in the night, is more embarrassed than he thinks.

The ink burned staring at a pile of blood-stained cotton yarn on the table, the hot water stained with red blood in the basin, and the sharp knife thrown aside at random. The tip of the knife was still full of flesh and blood, and his head was big.

How did this person do his own healing?

Is he really able to cut off the rotten meat wounds like this? The scene is imaginative and numb. Is this guy still a human?

When I remembered that I had just cleaned the wounds for the teacher, the teacher had a painful licking/squeaking, and the eyes were tearful. I was so angry that I didn’t like Chu Ningning, and I couldn’t help but give him a whisper in my heart.

The elders of Yu Heng really were domineering pure men, and they served.

Standing for a while, the ink burned to break this silence. He coughed twice and rubbed his toes on the floor. He said awkwardly: "I was in Chen Zhai... Master, I am sorry."

Chu night rather does not speak.

The smoldering sneaked a sneak peek at him: "I shouldn’t be yelling at you."

Chu Xiaoning still ignored him. This person’s face is faint, as always, there is no expression, but the heart can be wronged, that is, no snoring.

The ink burned away, and when it was close, I saw that Chu Ning had messed up his shoulder bag, **** the cotton yarn, and tied himself up like a bundle of crabs.

"..."

Also, a person who can’t even wash his clothes can count on how good he is to tie himself?

Sighed, the ink burned: "Master, don’t be angry."

"Your eyes saw that I was angry?" Chu night Ning angered.

Ink burning: "..."

after awhile.

"Master, bandaging is not such a package..."

I went back to it without any politeness: "Would you like to teach me?"

Ink burning: "..."

He raised his hand and wanted to help Chu Xiaoning to solve the gauze and repack it, but he looked at it and felt that if he dared to touch him, he was estimated to be able to smash a big ear and hesitated.

The hand was lifted up and put down, put down and lifted up, repeated several times, and Chu was rather annoyed. Squinting his eyes: "What? You still want to fight me?"

"........." I really want to fight, but not now.

Ink gas laughed, no matter what the three seventy-two, suddenly reached out and grabbed his shoulders, and floated the dimples at the corner of his mouth: "Master, I will help you repackage it."

Chu night Ning Yuan wanted to refuse, but the warm fingers of the ink had been covered. He suddenly felt that some of his mouth was dry and uneasy, so he could not speak, so his lips moved slightly, but he was allowed to go.

The gauze was peeled off layer by layer, and the blood was soaked. After the fall, the five holes were glaring.

Just watching, I feel chilling, many times more than the mouth of the teacher’s face.

I don’t know what’s going on, but I’ve looked at it for a while and suddenly whispered a question: “Would it hurt?”

Chu nightning with long eyelashes, just said a faint voice: "Good."

The ink burned: "I am a little lighter."

Chu nightning did not know what to think of, suddenly the earrings were a little red. As a result, I was angry with myself. I felt that I was crazy. I didn’t know what to think about all the time, so my face looked stiffer and my temper was worse. I said dryly: "With you."

The candlelight in the room was peeled off. Through the dim light, I could see that some places did not apply the ointment at all. The ink burned was very speechless. I felt that it would be a miracle to be healthy and healthy tonight.

"Master."

"Ok?"

"What happened to you in Chen today? How could you suddenly hit someone?" Asked while applying the ointment.

Chu Xi Ning was silent for a while and said: "It is nothing but gas."

Ink burning asked: "What makes you angry?"

Chu Xiaoning didn’t want to care about the juniors at this time. He simply said that the slender things were told to the ink. After listening to the ink, he shook his head. "You are too stupid. You are mad at this kind of thing." However, you shouldn’t be in conflict with them in person. If you change to me, I will make a mess and lie to them that the ghosts have been removed, and then pat the **** to let them go. Let’s see you. In order to be such a rotten person, it made such a mistake, and I didn’t know how to change it. I also missed the teacher’s hand--"

Half of the words, the ink burned suddenly. Two eyes staring at Chu Yuning, no sound.

He tied the bandages carefully, and sometimes forgot about me, and the tone of talking with Chu Yuening, unconsciously became the look of thirty-two years old, no big or small.

Chu Xiaoning apparently noticed that he was leaning on the scorpion, screaming at the cold, and the eyes were familiar with the words - "I don’t kill you."

"Uh......"

The brain has not yet thought of a response, Chu nightning has opened a respect.

He said very indifferently: "Is it clear that I want to fight?"

When it comes to the teacher, the burning of the original awake brain begins to break the axis, and the tone is hardened: "Is that person not you?"

The blow of the night was also regretted, but his face could not be hanged. At this time, he calmed his face and said nothing.

Chu nightning is a kind of cockroach, and the ink is a kind of infatuation. The two look at each other, and they are screaming with sparks. The atmosphere that has just eased slightly has become stalemate in hopelessness.

Ink burns: "There is no mistake in the teacher’s sorrow. Master, you accidentally hurt him. Isn’t it a sorry sentence?"

Chu Xiaoning narrowly raised his eyes: "You are asking me?"

"...I didn’t." The ink burned. "I just feel bad about his innocence, but I don’t get a apology from the Master."

Under the candlelight, the handsome young boy wrapped the last bandage on the wound of Chu Yuning, carefully knotted it, and it was still a very warm scene before the moment, but the mood of both of them has changed. Especially in the late evening, the chest is like a vinegar fried in a jar. The taste of sourness and sorrow can’t keep up, and it is angry and annoying.

apologize?

How to write the word apology? Who will teach him?

The ink burned and said: "The wound on his face, all of them go back and say how long it will take half a year. When I just gave him medicine, he still told me not to blame you, Master, he does not blame you, but Do you think this thing you take care of?"

This sentence is tantamount to pouring oil on the fire.

Chu nightning for a while, after all, did not hold back, pressing the voice, Shen Sheng: "Get out."

Ink burning: "..."

Chu night Ning angered: "Roll!"

The ink burned out, and the door closed as soon as he slammed into his face, almost pinching his finger. The smoldering is also mad, look, see! Who is this? Isn’t it just to apologize? What is the difference between a face and a gold, and what is the difficulty of touching the upper and lower mouths? This seat is to step on the emperor’s seat and is not afraid to apologize to others. Also, Beidou Xianzun said that half of the inexplicable words were swallowed, and what was wrong with it!

No wonder that a long face is still rare!

White, and live alone for a lifetime!

Since Chu Xiaoning did not take care of him, he gave him a closed door to eat, and the high-ranking Emperor of the Emperor of the Emperor, of course, would not die and slammed his face to sleep. Although he was so tenacious, he couldn’t get rid of the leather candy, but he was a teacher, not a master.

Immediately leave the person indifferently, go to the teacher to go.

"How come back?" The beauty of the teacher who had been lying down and rested, and the ink burned in. He squatted and sat up, and the long hair of the ink hanged down. "How about the master?"

"Okay, the temper is as big as peace."

Teacher: "..."

The ink burned the chair over, and sat there, sitting on the back of the teacher’s chair with a lazy smile on his mouth, and looked back and forth with the soft long hair.

The teacher said: "Do I still have to go see him..."

"Wow, you can’t think of it." The ink burned a white eye, "Furious."

"You made him angry again?"

"He needs people to provoke? He can be angry with himself. I see that he is a wood-made person, and he will burn it at all."

The teacher shook his head and laughed and laughed.

Ink burning: "You should rest early, I will go downstairs to borrow a kitchen and give you something to eat."

The teacher said: "What is it? You didn’t close your eyes overnight, you don’t sleep yourself?"

"Haha, I am in good spirits." The ink burned and laughed. "But if you can’t bear me, I can stay with you for a while, until you fall asleep."

The teacher hurriedly waved his hand and said warmly: "No, you have to look at me like this, but I can’t sleep, you go to sleep earlier, don’t be tired."

The curvature of the corner of the mouth is slightly stiff and the ink burns a little sad.

Although the teacher-in-law is gentle to him, he always maintains some attitudes that are arrogant and arrogant. The people who are close at hand are like the moon in the mirror and the flowers in the water.

"...well." In the end, I just tried to cheer up, and I laughed. The smile of ink burns is very bright. When this person is not bad, it is silly and cute. "What needs to call me, I am Next door, or downstairs."

"Ok."

The ink burned his hand and tried to touch his hair. Finally he held back. The hand made a turn in the air and scratched his head.

"I’m leaving."

Out of the house, the ink burned and could not help but sneezed.

He sucked his nose.

Because of the fragrance, the price of all kinds of incense and incense is not expensive, so the inn is not awkward. Each room has a long special high-scented incense, one can avoid evil, and the other can dehumidify. Three can make the interior fragrant.

It can be uncomfortable to smell the incense, but the helper does not like it, he will endure.

Coming downstairs, the ink swayed to the front of the shopkeeper, stuffed a silver spindle for him, narrowed his eyes and smiled and said: "The shopkeeper, it is convenient."

The treasurer looked at the silver, and smiled more politely than the ink: "What do you want to tell Xianjun?"

Ink ignited: "There are not many people who come here to eat breakfast earlier. I have been negotiating for you. The kitchen is used by me this morning. I am troubled to bring other guests back."

Can you earn a few dollars early? Half a month may not be able to have a silver ingot to earn back, the treasurer immediately opened his eyes and smiled, full of mouths promised, led to the swaying ink drizzle, went to the inn’s kitchen.

“Is it necessary for Xianjun to cook for himself? It’s better to let the cooks in our store do it, and the craftsmanship is very good.”

"No." The ink burned and laughed. "Is the treasurer’s heard of the drunken jade building in Xiangtan?"

"Ah... is that the famous building that went to the water more than a year ago?"

Ink burning: "Yeah."

The boss sneaked a peek out and determined that his wife was busy, did not eavesdrop, and snickered: "How have you heard of it? The most famous restaurant on the Xiangjiang River, a former music leader, a name It’s a pity that I’m far away, or I want to listen to her playing a song.”

The ink burned and laughed: "I am thankful for her praise."

"For her? For her?" The shopkeeper couldn’t figure it out. "Do you know her?"

Ink burning said: "After knowing."

"Wow... I don’t see the prince, oh? But can you help the people who practice the Tao... um..."

Ink burned and interrupted him: "I don’t know anything other than Le Kui?"

"Well... eating is said to be a must."

The ink burned his mouth and smiled more clearly. He skillfully picked up the kitchen knife and said: "I didn’t practice the road, I was in the kitchen of the drunken floor, and I played for several years. You said that it was delicious for your cook. Or is it delicious for me?"

The treasurer was even more surprised, incoherently: "Xianjun is really... really..."

It’s really a half-day.

The ink burned and squinted at him, his mouth curled up with a calm and smug smile, and his attitude was lazy: "Go out, this chef has to cook."

The treasurer did not know that he was talking to the former Lord of Darkness, and he slammed his face: "I have a long time to dip in the jade floor, and I don’t know if Xianjun is doing it for a while. Can you enjoy a face and give it a taste? Daughter-in-law?"

He had thought that this request was not high, and the ink burned would promise.

Who knows that the ink burns his eyes and smirks: "Want to eat?"

"Ok!"

"Thinking beautiful!" The ink snorted, and the pride was lifted, screaming. "Is this seat a chef who will easily serve the people? This is what I specially do for the teacher, or why He, this seat will never cook for cooking..."

He turned over the radish and began to cut, muttering.

"..." The shopkeeper ate a cockroach and stood up with a slap in the face, laughing for a while, then went out.

He is also embarrassed in his heart.

Also this seat? At a young age, I am afraid that the spiritual core has not yet formed. Looking at his mouth, the younger sister is short, but there is no female Taoist in the people who walk with him today.

The shopkeeper turned his eyes.

It is expected that this person will be ill and not very sick.

The ink burned in the kitchen for a while, and stayed for two hours. It was nearly noon, and it was only after work, and rushed upstairs to ask the teacher to pick it up.

When he passed through the night of Chu, he stopped slowly.

Want to ask him to eat together...

I remembered the bad nature of Chu’s late night, and the ink burned his mouth and his face was scornful.

If you don’t call it, you’ll be a little bit better, no one!