The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

Chapter 182: Masters little candle dragon

Chapter 182: Master's little candle dragon

Guessing guesses, before the conclusion, Chu Xianning would not want to think more, lest he should add to his own.

It’s just that he has some reservations about this sudden feeling. Therefore, when the robbery finally went out and the group was preparing to leave the sword, Chu Ningning did not intend to take the ink-sword.

Of course, the elders of Yuheng who could barely fly at a low altitude of 20 feet did not intend to step on the vast sea in Huaisha, so when everyone stood on the side of the rocky beach, they were smashed by the ink and the sword became bigger. Chu late Ning took out his own dragon symbol.

The fingertips dripped blood and placed on the dragon scales. The noisy little paper dragon suddenly came alive from the picture, vacated, turned several ribs, and then shouted around the owner.

"Oh, I am late, I haven’t seen you for many years, I miss you very much. What time do you ask this seat to help you?"

"Take me to the other side."

"Hey! This seat is the first dragon of the first true king of the eternal life of Hongmeng. How can you do the work of the scorpion, no load, no load!"

In the eyes of the public, this little paper dragon with a big palm is shaking his head and swaying his tail. Although his body is weak, his voice is loud. When a child listens to it, he can't help but laugh.

Chu’s face was so depressed that he lifted his palms and slammed a golden flame. He said: “If you don’t carry it, you will burn it.”

"..." Xiaolong gasped up and fell straight on the beach, his teeth and claws, blowing his eyes and blinking. "Where are you, fierce, unreasonable, shameless and shameless, no wonder you see you every time for so many years, you are A person!"

The ink burned and turned back. It seemed to be what I wanted to say, but I thought about it. There were so many people around me, and Chu Ning had to face again, so she still didn’t say anything, just shook her head with a smile.

Chu night Ning angered: "Just you have more words!"

Speaking of a wave of palms, the fire in the palm of the hand went straight to the dragon on the ground, but Chu Xiaoning did not really want to burn it. The fireball was very loud, but the dragon had to fall on the shoal reef, and the dragon was scared. Wow, yelling at the sky, squatting straight, fat paws patted his beard.

"The tail of this seat! The need for this seat! This seat... The head of this seat! Still? Still!"

"There is no more squatting." Chu nighting gnawed his teeth and cut his teeth, and the palms gathered in the golden brilliance, "get bigger."

"...hey!" Xiaolong stunned for half a day, and was holding his paws and slashing the tears that didn't exist. The mung bean eyes suddenly smashed into the eyes of the late night. I couldn’t help but chill, and the rest of my voice suddenly ended with a funny “?!”.

It climbed up from the ground softly. This time it was like a paper dragon. It was boneless and pulled. It made another slap, and said with grievances: "This time, it is not an example."

"According to your."

Anyway, when it is multiplied back, it is also said.

The paper dragon opened his four feet and seemed to be stretching his muscles. Then he made a sharp squeaking sound between his throat. A golden light swelled out from its thin and thin body and dissipated to the surroundings. The golden light became stronger and stronger. Finally, the paper dragon is completely swallowed up.

"Roar--!!!!"

Suddenly, the sharp and small sound of the paper dragon's throat suddenly turned into a horrible roar of roaring anger. In a flash, the golden light flashed through the purple electric thunder, the wind swelled around the coast, the coast smashed, and everyone was stabbed. If you don't open your eyes, you can either bow your head or cover your face with your sleeves.

Chu night Ning squinted, long ponytail and wide robes were stunned by the wind blowing hunting. When the golden light is extinguished, everyone looks around, but sees that the little dragon has disappeared, and the beach is quiet, nothing.

“Hey? I’m gone?”

The daring little child was surprised and surprised, but when the voice did not fall, he heard the sound coming from the top of the head to stop the cloud, the sound of the sound of the nine waves, the sea of ??anger, and the storm.

The crowd raised their heads in horror, and a few silences. Suddenly, a thick cloud of clouds rushed out of a mighty dragon. It was glaring and screaming, and the claws were strong. Only the dragons had a thick tree for centuries, and it circled between the clouds. , tigers and tigers, suddenly it rises upwards, and then swoops from the ground violently!

The hurricane is everywhere!

"Yeah!!"

"Auntie!"

The child who lost his parents was scared, or habitually cried and shouted, and the ink burned him up and sighed softly.

Chu Xiaoning probably didn't think that he scared the child again. He stunned and saw the dragon rushing down. He immediately said, "You are slower."

“Hey?”

The huge dragons heard the words, and they gave a sigh of sighs, and then they slammed on the rocky beach and slowly hanged down.

This dragon is very large, sitting on it is not much different from sitting on the land, it is no wonder that Chu night rather does not like Yu Jian, but is willing to ride the dragon.

The smoldering intention is to let the night of the night, and then the child in the heart: "Would you like this brother to sit on this dragon?"

The child did not want to bury his face in the ink-burning shoulder and whispered, "Speak quietly, I don't like him..."

Moeburn also said to him: "Speak quietly, I like him."

"Ah?" The child snorted, but after all, pure and innocent, and quietly asked, "Really?"

"Hey, don't tell anyone."

The child immediately laughed, covered his mouth and nodded again and again.

"What are you talking about? Can you still go?" Chu Yuning did not intend to take a ride with everyone, and then gave them a faint look, and then Yulong leaped up, and suddenly rose to a hundred feet high and disappeared into the clouds.

Because the sword was on the people, they couldn't fly too fast. In the evening, they arrived in Wuzhong Town. They were able to land earlier than them and greeted the big ones in the town. Wuchang Town is the most visited town in the life and death. As long as Xianjun speaks, they will try their best to do it.

The victims from Linyi were taken back by several big heads of the family. The child who was holding the ink while he was leaving was still reluctant to turn back and wave with him.

"Meng Gong brother, see you later."

"Well, see you later." The ink burned and laughed, standing in the sunset, watching them go far.

Chu nightning is tired of this kind of separation, standing for a while, turned and left. The ink burned and followed the past, and walked back to the sect with him.

The two walked silently to the front of the stone steps of the mountain gate, step by step to pick up the level, the tree shadow swaying, the twilight brilliant. The ink burns thinks that when Chu Lingning used to run out of spiritual power, he squatted back to the foothills, and then he can still stand by himself and walk with himself. He can’t help but feel mixed. .

Between bitterness and sweetness, he reached out and gently grasped the fingertips of Chu’s late night.

"..."

Even if he had already taken a hand before, Chu Yuening still seemed so blunt, so clumsy, so uncomfortable. He tried his best to calm his face, making himself seem very indifferent and very self-conscious.

Unfortunately, the people he faces are smoldering.

Knowing his roots, knowing that he is dirty, knowing that his ears are sensitive, the feet are chilly and cool.

None of them spoke first, but it was burned to see that he did not take his finger away, and he wrapped the whole hand of Chu Xinning in his palm.

Long long, he longed for this road to be so long that he could hold his hand, longer and longer.

Far from the long-term, he is eager for this road to be shorter. If it can be shorter, when he is carrying the pain of his late home, he will be less, and less.

Just walking to the foothills, the Lushan Gate is clearly visible.

Suddenly, a long figure wearing a white silver fox cloak appeared in the shadow of the mother-in-law. When the two of them saw it, they heard the man scream.

"Master?!"

Chu Xiaoning was slightly shocked, almost immediately took his hand out of the ink palm, hanging between the sleeves, then stood still and raised his head.

The sergeant walked down from the steps of the higher level, and the next sunset was clear, and the face was clear and bright, and the radiant and radiant photos were eclipsed.

He is really beautiful.

The teacher did not see the hand that the two were holding. He looked very surprised and smiled: "Great! You are finally back!"

I didn’t expect the ink to meet him suddenly. Some of them were embarrassed and asked: "Is the teacher going out?"

"Well, I am going down the mountain to buy something for the Lord. I didn't expect to see the Master and Ah Burning. A few days ago, the Lord received the message of the Master, but he didn't see anyone, and he was always relieved... ”

Chu Yuning said: "I have nothing to do with the ink. What about the other people in the party?"

"There is nothing wrong with it." Shi said, "The younger master is obsessed with the sunspots, but fortunately, the control time is not long, and the heart is not damaged. These days, the elders of the wolf have been carefully healed, and they have been able to get out of bed this morning."

Chu night Ning sighed: "That's good."

The teacher smiled and looked at the ink, then gently fell down and said, "Although I really want to talk for a while, but the medicines sent from the lonely night, if you don't take it again, you should let the person who sent the medicine for a long time. Wait. I need to take the first step, Master, Ash, and see you at night."

"Well, let's go." Chu said, "Let's go back."

After the teacher’s robes were hunting, the figure gradually became more and more, and Chu’s night turned around. Although he could feel that he was not swaying, he was arrogant, but he did not know why he was annoyed, and his knife-like scorpion was evil. The cellar glanced at the ink and turned his sleeves away.

Ink burning: "..............."

The two of them went to the outside of the Danxin Temple. When they pushed the door, they were shocked by the situation in front of them. They were speechless.

I saw the head of the main hall of the dead and the dead, densely covered with gold and silver satin, treasure tree coral, and magical stone. From the end of the high block all the way to the door, so that the night of the Ninglian door can only be pushed halfway. Half of it has been blocked by a pile of shiny refining spar, completely unable to move. In addition to these things, I don’t know what the odd reasons are. There are still more than 30 beautiful and beautiful women in the temple.

And Xue Zhengyi, he is laughing and laughing in a fire-fighting disciple wearing a light red shirt.

"No, this is really not good, others can be collected. These singers still ask you to bring them back and return them to the owner. We really don't listen to the little songs here, nor do we like to watch dancing. Thank you."

The ink burned along with the late night, and the thirty girls stood by the door. There was a strong smell of fat powder immediately. He was sensitive to the fragrance, and he couldn’t resist it. I beat four or five sneezes.

Xue Zhengyi was busy looking back and saw two people.

"A burning, Yu Heng! You can count it back! Come on, help me to persuade this... oh... this envoy."

Chu nightning raised his eyebrows slightly: "What makes the festival?"

Before Xue Zhengyi answered, the disciple was full of laughter and turned back. He said eagerly: "In the next fire, the disciples of the Huangge Pavilion, in the order of the chief of the cabinet, special alliance with the dead and the dead."

Chu nightning: "..."

It is certainly impossible to arbitrarily align this kind of thing. The three people together tried to persuade the person for a long time before sending the person away. Xue Zhengyi looked at the back of the envoy, and sighed heavily, rubbing his forehead and sweating: "You know What are the people in these heavenly worlds who have come to the world to say that they will be repaired with the dead and the dead. I have not had much to do with them in the past few years. In the past, I was willing to take care of them, that is, the Kunlun Snow Palace, this time three The five of them all rushed to give gifts, suddenly became so enthusiastic, I don't know how to deal with them."

Chu night, Ning heard the eyebrows and asked: "What time is the situation in the upper quarter?"

Xue Zheng sighed: "Thirty years of Hedong, thirty years of Hexi."

"How to say?"

"The chaos." Xue Zhengxuan said, "Xu Shuanglin's madman, the reel of the reel has so many grievances, even if he knows that this is his vengeful heart, but what can change? Confucianism Needless to say, Jiangdongtang has been torn apart, and the night of the moon and the snow palace have completely ruined evil. Now it is the enemy who meets the eye, and there is no sad temple..."

When he said this, he suddenly remembered that the master of guilty sin was the master of Chu Xinning, and he could not help but live his mouth.

Chu nightning is only a touch of faint: "There is no empty street in the empty gates of the temple, but the former presiding has been involved in the battle of the Confucianism, and the sinister intentions have naturally become famous."

"Ok……"

Listening to his unrequited love of his own teacher, Xue Zhengyi and Mo-burn are subconsciously looking at Chu Yuning.

Chu night, Ning Lips no longer speaks. After a while, he asks again: "What about Nangong?"

"I don't know, after the fire was extinguished, I didn't hear him and Ye Gong... Ye girl's news."

The ink burned the words, and the low and low "ah" was heard, and the face was sorrowful.

Is it two generations, these two pure gentlemen, still can't get the end?

Seeing his look is different, his eyes are stunned, Xue Zhengyi turned to look at him: "What happened to the burning children?"

The ink can't tell the truth, only to say: "I was thinking, Xu Sulin's whereabouts is still undecided. The two of them are deeply involved and worried that they will be implicated."

"You don't want to worry too much. All the sects have sent people to thoroughly investigate all the different sources of magic in the realm of cultivation." Xue Zheng said, "Unless Nangong has no big moves, otherwise it will be caught." Nangong Gongzi and Ye girl may be temporarily trapped in the mountains, which is not convenient for external contact."

Ink burning: "Well, I hope so."

They continued to ask about the variables that occurred in the past few days. Although Xue Zhengyi had a message from Haishu, they knew that they had previously lived in Feihua Island, but there were some unclear follow-ups, so they also asked them some recent developments. . Chu nightning has one answer, one has two answers. Only when it comes to something related to ink burning, it will be paused and deliberately opened.

And Xue Zhengyi, he would not think of what happened between Chu and his burning.

Because these two people have removed their appearance, everything is too bad.

Age, identity, character.

Even skin color, eating taste, sleeping posture, and all of these kinds are the same.

Over the years, Yuheng has always represented Gao Jie in the night, and Beidou Xianzun has always represented the coldness. Chu Zongshi is indifferent, and the most cherished is his own skin. How can he and his apprentice come together?

The most daring words are not dare to write this. If there is a storyteller who can tell such a paragraph, it is estimated that someone can pour a large bowl of tea with melon seeds and smash it into the bottom of the table.

However, love has only been born.

In the dimly lit, uninvited corners, a secret flower is opened. Although not full, the incense has been smashed.

Since I returned to the dead, I went to Meng Potang to eat at night.

Pushing open the door of the red lotus raft, I suddenly saw the trail of the bamboo leaves bleak, and the bluestone long steps, quietly standing alone.

When he heard the movement, the man turned around and Mao Xingguang smacked the ink behind him with impunity, and traced his handsome cheek to a layer of Phnom Penh.

The ink burned and said to Chu Yuning: "Master."

Chu night Ning Jie white silk stalks, the memory suddenly overlaps, it seems that I saw the first year of the burning of the ink, the daily will stand in front of their own door, watched their own go out, waiting for their return.

However, the boy is no longer alive, and the elders of Yuheng in the past have already become the masters of his mouth that have been called for thousands of times.

Respectfully, there are a few enthusiasm that is very restrained, and gentleness that is not so restrained.

"What are you doing here?"

"Wait to eat with you."

Chu nightning’s gaze fell on a food box in his hand and said: “I want to go to Meng Po Tang today. I haven’t been there for a long time. I don’t want to stay in the water.”

The ink burned slightly, and then he came over. He smiled. "The teacher misunderstood, this food box is empty. I just went to give Xue Meng some meals. He has a bad appetite. He borrowed a small stove and cooked it for him. A bowl of noodles."

I didn't think that the burning of the ink would actually give Xue Meng something to eat. In the memory of Chu Xi Ning, these two people have never been embarrassed. Although they are cousins, they can fight together without a fragrant effort.

I don’t know when it started, maybe it’s five years of sleep, I missed too much, and maybe it’s the age of burnt and Xuemeng’s age. In short, when Master’s unconsciousness, the relationship between the two has long been The ice spring began to dissolve and gradually eased.

Although she is far from the brothers and sisters, at least Xue Meng will remember to pinch an ugly ink, and the ink will burn a bowl of noodles when she is sick. He is on the couch.

Chu night Ning sighed: "How is he? When I went to marry him, he was still asleep."

"This time I have already woken up, I ate it, and I want to go out and walk. I was forced to go back to lay down." Ink burned the road, "The Jane chess game is no better than the other, the sunspots, even if they are not controlled." Deep, but also take a good rest for a while."

"Ok."

Although Chu Xiaoning should be there, there are some doubts in my heart.

... This is an understatement. The speaker is unintentional. The listener has a heart. He suddenly feels that there is something uncomfortable. It seems that the burning and selling of the chess pieces is too clear and too light.

"Master?"

Chu nightning returned to God, and smiled and asked: "What are you thinking?"

"...nothing." It should be a matter of self-consideration. It’s also a master of ink burning. It’s not surprising to know about the ban.

He opened the subject and said, "Where to eat? I don't want to go outside."

"I didn't want to go outside to eat." The ink burned his nose, smiled low, and the voice was warm and elegant. "Just want to be with you, you can eat anywhere."

Chu Xiaoning would not admit that he was somewhat motivated, but he could not help but see the eyes of the pair of dark and warm eyes.

The eyes are red, bright, reflecting the glow, and their own reflection.

Very simple and very clean.

He couldn't think of any reason to reject such a pair of eyes, so he finally came to the lively dining hall with the ink.

Perhaps the thin layer of window paper was finally smashed. In the past, the smoldering would give him a dish without any scruples. Even when he saw some soup stains on the corner of the night, he raised his hand and smiled and wiped him. Drop it. But now both people have become serious about it. Under the eyes of the public, even the eyes are shy.

A meal was polite and the end of the meal, Chu night Ning got up to take the tray away, but the ink burned him: "Master, wait a minute."

"what happened?"

The ink burned out and the fingertips were about to touch the moment of Chu’s face, but stopped.

He took it back and clicked on his mouth and smiled. "You have a grain of rice here."

"........."

Chu night Ning was stiff in the same place for a while, then put down the tray, as if the handkerchief had wiped the rice grain very calmly, and then rubbed his lips, whispered: "Is there still?"

The ink burned and said: "No, it's very clean."

Chu nightning, this time, he re-opened the plate and walked away. In his heart, he is both awkward and embarrassed, but he also vaguely has a sense of loss that he is not so willing to admit.

Before the ink burned, he raised his hand directly. This man suddenly followed the rules and made him feel uncomfortable.

This was the case for a few days.

It was obviously a person who had no taboos, but now he is like a haired boy who started his temper. He only tried his best to treat him well, but he did not do anything too radical. The smoldering seems to be scared to him. Every step of the way is to be cautious. Sometimes Chu Ning Ming Ming sees the burning passion in his eyes, but the man’s eyelashes will silently fall. Then, the generous palms wrapped the fingers of Chu’s late night.

When I lifted my eyes again, my desires in my eyes were covered with gentleness.

But that is too gentle, and sometimes Chu will rather have a vague illusion.

It is as if the smoldering is a clay potter who is re-bonded after a fragmentation, and if it is too big, it will be crushed into **** and pinched into powder.

Chu night Ning feels that this is not the case, calm and uncomfortable, not ill, the fire in the dream is very exciting, but this kind of thing can be dreamed, if it is true, he may not be able to stand it.

But how to press the ?, then how to follow the steps of love in accordance with the rules, there will still be end.

On this day, he finished his dinner as usual, took a peach and was ready to leave. The peach had not bitten two, and his hand was caught. Chu was so surprised that he looked up and burned, and whispered:

"what are you doing--"