The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

Chapter 70: Return of the seat

Chapter 70: Return of the seat

Where is the late night of Chu, the soft persimmon that can be subject to people at will, only seeing the golden light flashing, the ink burns vaguely to see that there is a certain weapon in his hand, but the weapon is very fast, only in an instant, it will be small Strangled with both hands, even the wrist is cut off!

Xiaoman screamed and went backwards. This time, except for one foot, he even abandoned his hands.

The hand that cursed Chu Xiaoning fell to the ground, and Chu Ning stood up. It seemed to be angry. His face was as ugly as ever. He seemed to want to say something at a time, but his lips moved and he seemed to be angry. Silent, only the iron blue face, turned around.

The ink burned and quickly picked him up: "Teacher, how are you? Are there any injuries?"

Chu Xiaoning shook his head in his arms, and he did not say anything. He was disgusted and could not speak.

But how to say it again, this Xiaoman is also alive more than two hundred years ago, and this is just a derivative of it. Chu nighting wiped the blood stains on his face, and whispered to the ink: "You have also seen it, I am staying here, not necessarily comprehensive, it is better to go out with you to fight. With my technique, it will not drag Your hind legs."

The ability of the younger brother, before the ink burned, only heard Xue Meng said, did not see. However, the change of the genius actually opened his eyes.

"You are amazing, but..."

Chu Xiaoning said: "I am familiar with the use of various weapons, but I can also point you at the side."

"but......"

Chu Xiaoning raised his eyes: "You believe me this time."

"..."

"Brother."

Chu late Ning Yuan intended to deepen the tone of the sincere, unexpectedly the child’s crisp voice of the voice, actually soft and lovely, as if to be spoiled, I heard that Chu Ning himself was somewhat surprised.

When the ink burned, it was also a glimpse. Then I squinted and squinted my head. After burying my face in my palm for a long time, I said, "This, mainly I am afraid... what are you..."

Lived for two lifetimes, the first time I was so softly called by a little guy, so that the ink burned really felt that this person was with him, like a brother.

If Mo Xianjun wants to hate a person, he will hate the bones, but he is especially soft to the people who cherish it. Therefore, he scratches his hair for a long time, then raises his eyes and looks at the night, and the silent ear is red.

If you really have a younger brother, you will never be so lonely.

Partially born in the late night, I saw the ink reaction, hesitated for a while, and tried to whisper: "Master."

The brother is not the same as the brother, it is more cordial.

I burned my forehead and felt that I couldn’t help myself: "..."

Chu night Ning looked at him meaningfully, and he was weak in this person. Anyway, he is now a child, and he does not know who his deity is, and he is not too shameful. Called: "Brother."

"....................."

"brother."

".............................."

"Ink burning brother."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! You are the best. My goodness."

Chu night, Ning, held his hand and leaned over his head. He smiled: "Go."

Speaking slowly to the door, the screaming screams behind him: "Where to learn this trick, you can die of me, hey..."

Originally, I saw the thing of Chu, and Chu’s mood was very bad, but at this time he felt that the haze in his chest was gradually faded. I heard the ink burned and asked: "Oh, yes, what did the younger brother just tell me?"

Chu nightning turned around and said very calmly: "Ah. That."

"Ok?"

"I forgot."

"..."

"When I think about it later, I will talk to my brother who burns..."

"Ah, ah, don’t! Don’t call! Just call the brothers! It’s enough to call the brothers!"

Chu night Ning eyes like a deep pool, with a smile on his lips, faintly said: "That’s good. Brother, the time is almost, this illusion is formed by the memory of the surviving people, now those people have left Linan, I think this The illusion can’t be supported for too long. The ghost king should come out soon."

"Also... beat him, you can go out? I have to check it out to see who is actually realizing the illusion, to take our lives!"

Chu Xiaoning nodded. "Fortunately, before the ghost king and Chu Yu, it is obvious that this ghost king is not a very powerful character. It may be the weakest of the nine ghost kings. Although it has been solidified here. But I think that the opponent may have treated me as a normal six-year-old child. He did not expect that I could help to settle this illusion."

The ink burned and nodded, saying: "Not bad."

Chu night Ning said: "So it is better to say that people behind the scenes want to harm us, he did not count me from the beginning. The person he wants to harm is actually only one of you."

Ink burning is nodding like garlic: "You said it makes sense."

"After going out, the brothers must make this matter clear with Xue Meng. There may be sinister things in this peach blossom source. Everything should be taken care of. Well, let’s not say this, let’s go, I don’t drag my brother’s hind legs, still Please ask my brother to take me out of trouble."

Chu nightning is expected to be good.

When the time comes, the massacre in the city has come to an end.

The edge of the sky suddenly split a **** gap, and the blue smoke broke into the market and became a sly man.

The man’s eyes were red, his skin was white, half of his body was covered with flesh and blood, and half of it was all white bones. He dragged the black shackles and walked through the ancient city of Lin’an, where the corpse was everywhere, absorbing the grievances and pains of the new dead along the way.

The ink burned away from the dark and saw his appearance.

"It’s him?"

There is a hint of luck in the voice.

Chu Xiuning understands why this is fortunate, but since he does not intend to show his identity at the moment, as a six-year-old child, he can’t know too much.

Then he did not know, looked up and asked: "What?"

"You guessed it is very reliable, the ghost king is nine kings, the strength is disparity, the weakest of which should be this one." The side of the burning side stood by the Xuan window, watching the figure from far and near, whisper, " We are not bad luck."

“How many chances does the brother have?”

"90%, then, you can’t always say too much."

Chu nightning smiled.

Of course, he knows that there are nine ghost kings in the ghost world. The "???" is the weakest, but the strength is relative. In this year of experience, even if there is a martial art on the side, it is still a little more difficult to deal with it alone.

Only those who want to conceal the ink burning, countless calculations, or not counted to accompany the ink burning side is not a deadly sorrow, just a casual child, but Chu nightning.

"help me......"

The two were about to break out of the door, killing each other and being caught off guard, but they heard a faint sigh behind them.

"Ah, is he still alive?" The ink burned his eyes wide open and looked back at the small manchus curled up into a ball.

"I don’t want to die... Auntie... I don’t want to..."

Chu Xiu Ning looked at the boy who was like a rag of rags and shook his head. "In that year, this person should die when he entered the house, but in this illusion, he is still alive, probably because of us. Hiding here, removing the zombies who chased him, changed things in the illusion."

"Oh... if he hasn’t rebelled, you said that two hundred years ago, will Chu Yu not die? Linan may not be a ruin..."

"Maybe."

But both of them understand that no matter what they say, the past has passed. At this moment, it is important to defeat the king and escape from the illusion. No need to worry again, the ink burning and Chu Yuning swept out of the hiding place, killing all the way, never showing weakness.

It is easier to get out of the virtual world than they think.

The target of ink burning was clear, and he soon made a fortune with the king. But looking at the two men fighting hard, Chu nightning is faintly uneasy.

The uneasiness is not because the ink has fallen from the wind. In fact, the ink burns under his guidance and has always been stable, but Chu Jingning is more and more clearly aware of it -

The person hiding in the dark controls the situation too accurately.

That is to say, the person clearly calculated that if the illusion is only ink-burning and another person with moderate qualifications is trapped here, it is extremely difficult to escape. However, the other party did not use more powerful means to smother the ink, and apparently did not want to let people know that this was a murder case. Instead, I want to create a kind of smoldering because of the illusion of an accident in the trial and the death of the illusion.

Who is so carefully arranged to go to the end of life?

Was it really the fake hook of Jincheng Lake?

Chu nightning looked at the battle between the ink and the ghost king. As time went by, the ink burned at this time. The sky will gradually light up, and the ghost king’s mana will gradually weaken, and soon it will not be able to hold it. The outcome is already divided.

But at this moment, Chu Xi Ning suddenly saw a face belonging to a living person in the ghost zombie that was blocked by the ink burning spell!

"Who!!"

The man was far away, mixed in the corpse, wearing a hooded hood, half a face caged in the shadows, only a pointed chin, sweet lips, and a soft curved nose.

At a glance, Chu Xiening would have noticed that this person’s behavior is not like the illusory scene two hundred years ago. This person did not make any attack, but only secluded under the hood, facing the night With the direction of ink burning. Seeing the late night, he noticed him, he smiled a little, then raised his hand and pulled it around his neck and neck, making a movement similar to "killing."

Chu nightning slammed and slammed over, to hold on to this person.

But the man still smiled, under the hood, his lips were red, and his white teeth were stunned. He looked at him with a mouth shape and looked like a "declaration."

Did not go.

"stop!"

It is useless, the sky is bright, and the layers of fish belly are white and white.

The smoldering of the smoldering and the ghost king has ended in the final blow. When the head of the ghost king was smashed by the smoldering in the hands of the ink, the blood was raging, and the scene in front of him quickly swept away. The body was suddenly thrown up, and the sunrise and broken walls of Lin’an two hundred years ago became a illusory illusion.

"Hey!"

When Chu Xiaoning fell back to the ground, he returned to the trial cave.

The ink burned has also come back, and is falling beside him, all of which are the mottled blood left behind during the fight. But he was injured but not heavy, lying on the ground with his face on his face, apparently still unable to get up, only a pair of dark eyes looking at the side of the night.

After a while, raise your hand and touch your forehead with your fingertips.

"Come out."

Chu night, a voice, but his face is very difficult to see: "... I just saw a person inside."

"what?"

"It’s suspicious, it should be the man who casts the spell."

The ink burned and climbed up, wide-eyed: "You saw it? You saw it! Then you see who he is? What does it look like?"

Chu night Ning frowned and said: "He wears a hood, I don’t see it clearly, but the body shape should be a famous man. The age is not big, he is thin, his chin is very sharp..."

There is still a half sentence that has not been said.

He felt that this half of his face looked faintly familiar and seemed to have seen him a long time ago. However, I feel that it is just my own illusion. After all, it is only the lower half of the face. The similar people have gone more, and he is difficult to judge for a while.

I was sinking, and I felt that the ink burned his shoulder.

"Younger brother."

"what happened?"

"...you look over there."

The sound of the ink burned was a bit low, with a slight coolness.

Chu nightning looked up and looked in the direction he pointed.

It is eighteen.

At the entrance of the trial cave, the eighteen girls violently hang over the top of the cave, and a pair of feet wearing silk satin embroidered shoes swayed in the air.

She is already dead. There is no wind here. Seeing the extent of her shaking, the person who killed her should have just left.

But the most letting the night of Ning and the ink burned, it was the weapon that was tightly tied between her neck.

It is a willow.

The leaves are like a knife, and the whole body is flowing with red light. From time to time, there is a fire tongue bursting, and the sparks and blood flowers splash together.

Hell.

Strangled eighteen, and hung her at the top of the cave, it is actually a ghost!

The author has something to say: vest: Hey? Are you still eager to take off my last chapter? Now I will take you off...

Chu nightning: I haven’t lived in this village, you are waiting for me (indifferent face)