The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

Chapter 88: This seat meets the second rebirth

Chapter 88: This seat meets the second rebirth

Look up and look at the sound.

A man in a black brocade with a golden cloak appeared at the end. He was tall and tall, covered in cloth, and even his face was covered with black gauze, revealing only a pair of eyes that could not be seen too clearly in the dark.

The man’s hand holds a knife.

The narrow-cut blade is dark and unacceptable.

Not return.

"Who!"

"Who I am, it doesn’t matter." The man said coldly, the voice was very weird, like a deliberately distorted one. "You just know that I know you."

The ink burns, but still calms and squats.

"I am just a disciple of death and death. Do you know what I am doing, is it interesting?"

"Don’t be a disciple of death and death? Oh, yes, but you have forgotten, you are also stepping on the immortal king, the emperor of the human world, the devil who killed the teacher, and the soul of the escape from Huangquan."

Every time he says a word, the blood that burns his body is even more ice-inch.

The whole person is like falling into an ice cave.

Step on the fairy.

Slaughtered in the 72 cities of Confucianism.

The Emperor of the People.

He married the most beautiful woman in the world, killing the teacher and killing the pro, and reaching the top.

The man said coldly: "You are, ink is raining."

Light rain.

Ten evils, eternal death can not be super-born.

In the light rain, the corpse will be smashed in the dead and dying, and you will dig your eyes and die.

"who are you!!"

The ink-burning eyes are red, and the childishness of the face is gone. The only remaining evil spirits are like the evil spirits. The man at the end of the walkway is screaming, and the next moment will lock the other’s throat. Shred the names that he never wants to hear, in the throat!

The man lifted the hand wrapped in black crepe, the long walkway, and the layers of ice crystals were condensed in a moment, completely separating the space between them.

"You can’t summon this knife now." The man slowly walked over and stopped in front of him for more than ten steps. "The emperor of the world... Maybe it’s better to call you now? It’s ridiculous, you can Have you seen yourself now?"

"A heart is no longer as cold as iron, and it is really good for him to follow him."

"Rebirth, rebirth, the person who said in the past to protect, where is he?"

The smoldering face changes: "What is your teacher?! What did you do to the teacher?!"

The man did not answer, just sneered: "Know why you can’t recall it?" His fingertips slowly stroked the thick blade. "Only, your soul will change, hate, will dissipate...you Before you die, you can’t keep your life innocent, and you can’t help him if you have a future.

The pair of sharp eyes suddenly lifted up.

"Ink burn, have you done it?!"

"I--"

"The ghost world will be broken. In the past, you have to repeat the same mistakes. You have to look at him again and again, and then ask for a late night." You are living the opportunity to return to this world. You don’t deserve to return."

"You don’t have to say it!" Ink angered, "I am not involved with the teacher, I can’t take it by others! You know that I am the body of rebirth, who are you? Falsely Chen? Or which one is as dead as I am? Old ghost!"

"Oh..." The man chuckled, "The old ghost who died and resurrected... Yes, I am the old ghost who died and resurrected. Otherwise, you think that nowadays this world, you have to be the one who cares about the rebirth, is there only one?" ?"

who is it!

There was a faint face in the brain.

Those who died before his death in his previous life.

Xue Zhengyi, Mrs. Wang, Chu Xinning, Song Qiutong, Ye Forget...

Or the people who forced him to bury the Wushan Temple in the past.

Xue Meng, Mei Hanxue, the dagger of the top ten sects...

Who is it... who is it! ! !

Who knows his secrets and grabs his seven inches. These are separated by a life-and-death disenchantment. Who is going through Huang Quan and is going to push him to the road! who is it!

It was only in a moment that the moment was suddenly moved, and the man’s clothes fluttered and flew to him. After this person was born again, the strength was still so strong, and the ink was suddenly shocked.

The blade that does not return is already on his chest, and a little force can pierce the flesh and blood and damage the heart.

"Ink rain, I thought you were a kind of infatuation, but maybe you are a good brother, you are alive, you still haven’t put him in your eyes."

Ink burns the teeth: "nonsense."

"I gibberish?" The man sneered, sneering into the burning throat, slowly sliding down and falling to his chest. "How much position can you leave for him in your heart? You miss it a little, I am afraid It’s already gone, is there any left?”

Ink burned and said: "Who is in my heart, can’t I know more than you? If you have so many words, why don’t you take the veil and see it!"

"If you want to see me, you are not in a hurry." The voice of the man was like a smoke, and his eyes were very ethereal. He seemed to be ridiculed with some ignorance. "When you are going to die in this life, I will Give you something."

"You are going to die, you -"

When the words were not finished, I suddenly felt a bit of cold and biting. When the ink burned down, the man’s ice thorn did not know when he had climbed his body.

Ice curse, ice thorn...water attribute...

Who is it, who in the past will apply such a spell...

There are too many opponents, and when I am anxious to remember, my mind is a mess.

Xue Meng, fire.

Chu night, gold, wood.

Leaves forget, earth.

Xue Zhengyi, soil.

Who is it, how can you not think of who has such a powerful force to control the ice.

"You said it is good, I am also dying. However, the ink is raining, it must be a long time and a long time."

Xuan Bing quickly frozen the whole body.

The strength of this man is terrible. The ink burns a little bit of spiritual power against the ice, and he feels a arrogant force rushing toward him.

In front of this person, the strength is not even under the night of the night! !

Water properties.

Who! !

Between the electric and the flint, it seems to have flashed a vague face, but he still has to think about it, and the throat is caught by the man.

The tip of the finger covered with black yarn rubbed his throat, and the person’s eyes were dark and not bright.

"My life count, I will not worry about the Emperor," he said slowly. "Or let me call you back some life and friendship, lest you not do business, bad me."

"Well--!"

Slamming.

Not sorrowful and sorrow cut through the flesh and blood of the former master.

"The wound is not deep, just take your blood and make a seal."

The man really only had some blood on his wound, and then he clicked on his eyebrows and muttered.

The ink burns only feels a sharp pain in the head, and swears loudly: "Fuck, you, mother! Have you been stuffed with me for the rest of your life or was your mother killed me by the ancestors? You are awkward, what are you going to do!" ”

"Oh, don’t move. Good heart curse."

"I am a mother who is a good mantra or a disgusting mantra. Can you not disgust me? Go away!!"

"The ink burns." The man slowly sighed in his eyebrows and sighed softly. "How can you bear to let me go away." After a pause, he muttered the curse. "The heart is not water, meaning Can’t stop, the heart...opens."

Sudden cramps in the chest!

"you......"

The ice curse is lifted, the ink burns and is unstable, and the face is white and slowly squatting on the ground.

"You still don’t thank me." The black man lowered his eyes and looked indifferent. He glared at him for a while, faintly said, "I will expand your heart’s emotions and expand them. If you love it, you will be more distinct. So, you Can you always see your heart? If you don’t know how to do it for you, you can’t stop, then you...it’s really useless, but just abandon!”

It turns out that this kind of charity is to make the love and hate in the heart stronger and more vivid.

Why is this person so bothered to save his life?

Water properties...

This is the last few confusing thoughts that flashed in his mind before his consciousness returned.

"Plop", the ink fell to the ground, and the two curtains were thick and deep. The black man looked at him coldly for a while, then slowly leaned over, first explored his pulse, and after a moment of indifference, he raised his hand again, and his palms condensed a blue glow.

"All forget."

The black man whispered out these two words. The blue light is even worse, and the ink-burning eyebrows are slowly loosened.

When he wakes up, he will only remember to go out and summon the gods, but the gods will not come. The rest of the matter will never be remembered. He will not know that there is another person born again in the world.

The utility of the Charity Mantra can only last for a few days, but it can well point the way to the people in the confusion.

"Emotions are expanding. I am afraid that when you wake up, you will find yourself more and more like Shi Mingjing. I like to want to dig out my heart and give it to him." The black man said coolly.

"See you, step on the emperor."

After a night of turmoil, everything was fixed. On the second morning, the ink burned open and found that he was still lying on the bedside of the night. He turned his head and the window of the room seemed to be blown away by the wind in the middle of the night. It was half-opened and half-closed. As the morning breeze gently opened and closed, the slap on the wooden edge.

The room was very quiet, and the ink did not look into the bed, but I knew that Chu Ning should not wake up yet.

Outside the window, it is the sky of crab blue, the sun has not broken the clouds, the morning is often pale and lack of blood, the sun has never given it too much warmth, there are not many people getting up early, she is too lazy to dress, lazy My own tiredness is heated.

In the wind that blows in, there is a little bit of grass and dew.

The ink burned for a while, let the consciousness return, and then sat up, but there was a pain in the shoulder.

Strange, when the clothes broke a hole, there was some dry blood underneath.

He stayed for a long while.

Didn’t you go out to find out last night? Just remember that no return does not respond, it should be a fake. Later, it seems like...

Oh, I can’t think of it.

Look around, the dark brown floor highlights a thick nail, Xu is the nail that is drawn, do you sleep so hard? Actually unaware.

The cloak got up and looked at the bed.

Chu night Ning is still high lying, although he has long been accustomed to his high, enjoying a good position, he can only pick the rest of him, such as the bed floor, and will be one night. But today it is inexplicably very hot, taking advantage of the person’s silhouette, some teeth itching.

"Why do I always sleep on the floor and sleep in the bed, respecting the teacher is correct, but there is no child to say?"

The ink burn is very unpleasant.

I thought that there was a protruding nail on the floor, and I was even more unscrupulous when I scratched myself without any reason.

When the time is still early, he does not want to grieve again on his own ground, and simply lie down on the bed, close his eyes and sleep.

Two people, one facing left and one facing right, the big bed, will not touch each other.

Once I was in a dream, I now sleep.

It is clear that the skin of the last generation is separated by limbs. In the most crazy days, even after he loves him every night, he is not willing to quit. And the two people who have been relatives, now lay at the very end of a big bed, so sleep.