The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

Chapter 202: Master first encounter demons

Chapter 202: Master first encounter demons

However, after a few rounds of patrolling outside the Honglian Water Margin, the ink burned down and did not make such crazy things.

Too dangerous.

This is his first time to refine the chess, and the effect has not been tried. If you take the risk, you will start with the first division. I am afraid that it is too long.

So hesitantly and repeatedly, the ink burned and controlled his impulses. He left the red lotus. After careful consideration, he finally chose to put these two cherished sons on two younger brothers who were born and died - he needed more trials, and picking up the unstable young disciples was the safest choice.

It was a cool night, the night was shrouded in mountains, and the ink burned out very quickly. I watched the two young men who were still playing in the riverside game, and he was nervous and even shaking hands. The pupil is shrunk fine. The moon lit his pale face, and he rubbed his lips and his fingertips moved slightly, stepping out.

That was his first time using this heinous ban, he was excited and nervous.

"?-"

The two suddenly slammed, and the ink burned like a bird of surprise. It was like a murderer who had just killed a person. A little wind and grass had his life. He immediately hid in the bush next to him, and his heart seemed to jump out of his throat.

Hey.

After a long delay, he saw the two men squatting in the ground, and they were motionless, and a mad heart finally calmed down.

His coat has been soaked by cold sweat, and his scalp is numb.

He went out.

Stand in the moonlight again, along the gravel of the river.

This time he was finally calmer than his head, although he still didn't dare to breathe, cautiously like a snake in the night.

The ink burned and looked down at the two younger brothers.

The two people who had just been playing in the hip-hop had no color on their faces. The calmness was like stagnant water. They squatted on the ground, and they stared at them. They didn’t look up, so they groaned.

"..."

The ink burned and tried to move his fingertips to spur the spell.

The two younger brothers squatted down and then got up and turned their eyes. In the two pairs of black lacquered eyes, the smoldering saw his reflection.

The reflection is not too clear, but I don’t know why, the ink burns that I am clear, and the sly autumn will be present, and the dripping water will not leak.

He glimpsed a ghost against the moon, pale, and red in his eyes.

The smoldering heard his voice, trembling, and hoarsely tempted: "Report it."

The answer to him is the gentle sound of two ancient wells without waves: "The name is not for me."

The burning heart is beating vigorously, the blood is in the body, and the throat is squirming. He continues to whisper and ask: "Where is it?"

"The land is not for me."

"What day is it?"

"I don't want to be old."

There are three low-level sunspots that are successfully controlled by Zhenqiqi. There are three things that are not for me: why the name is not for me, where is not for me, and why not for me this year.

- are determined by the owner.

This is exactly the same as that contained in the ancient books of the residual volume.

The ink burned, and it was strange to say that in the face of two pieces made by oneself, his most feelings were not ecstasy, but fear.

What is he afraid of? He didn't know, but his heart was very chaotic and he was very chaotic.

He knows that he is standing on the edge of the cliff - no, he has fallen off the cliff, the darkness below is the endless abyss, he can't see the end, can't see where is death, where is the end, where is the fire, where It is the end. He felt that there was a soul in his body that was groaning in pain, but it broke quickly, broken into powder and broken into pieces.

He trembled, reaching out and touching the cheek of one of the pieces.

He swallowed, but there was no spit in his mouth, his lips were cracked, his handsome face was distorted. He stared at the little teacher and asked the last question: "What is it asking?"

"What you ask for, for the chess piece, the broken bones, do not hesitate."

"..."

The ink does not shake.

Everything around me suddenly became very quiet, cold and quiet, like ice.

He made two pieces, two, which made the two younger brothers who didn't even know their names become the lines of his men. He wants them to go east, they will not go west, he wants them to kill each other, they will not open the side.

He is their master.

Jane Chess is the worst controllable dead object, the most powerful and controllable.

The ink-burning spirit is naturally overbearing and fierce, and it is extremely talented. He first started, and the chess pieces he had been able to control two living monks, although they were only two young, just-introduced monks.

After the initial fear, the smoldering suddenly felt extremely exciting and extremely exciting. There seems to be a grand picture of his paintings slowly unfolding in front of him. The sound of the dogs and horses on the top, the flowers are clustered, everything is pinched in the palm of his hand, everything is his.

He can hold it tightly.

Anything he hates can be crushed into powder.

The ink burned very excited, his heartbeat is still very fast, even faster, but not because of stunned, but because of excitement, Jane chess game! Three major bans!

Sneaky, failed tens of thousands of times, but he will finally... He finally succeeded... He did a great job.

The world will be his bag!

With these sunspots, he can do many things that he could not do before. He can make his minions from Mobei to Jiangnan!

In front of the eyes, the glory is extremely impressive.

It seems that everything can be done, everything can be done, he...

"Ink burning."

Suddenly a familiar cold voice interrupted him.

Like a basin of cold water, those Zhulou high stations seem to collapse in an instant, he seems to fall from the cloud on the chilly ground, falling back to the oppressive reality.

The ink burned slowly and looked back, his eyes were scarlet and sly, facing the moonlight, and the cold white man standing on the gravel floor.

"..."

He never had any time, and he did not want to see Chu Xiening more than this moment.

"What are you doing here?"

The ink-burning hand was secretly punched into a fist, and the lips were licked, and there was no immediate answer.

There are still two rare pieces behind him, and it is not perfect. If Chu Ning is close to seeing it, he will find out that it is different, then everything is revealed.

With the character of Chu Xinning, I am afraid that he will smoke his ribs, interrupt his legs, abolish his spiritual core, and then copy the ancient books from the forbidden area of ??the library.

Seeing that he did not make a sound, Chu nightning slightly frowned, and the white silk stepped on the sandstone and took a step forward.

But it is also true, just taking that step. Then he stopped and looked at the two disciples who were standing behind the ink.

No matter what else, the ink burned the little fingertips, but almost used all the will, screaming in the heart, finally let the two disciples move as he wished.

A disciple laughed and said: "This is too close. I just got it all at once, and I am definitely farther away than you."

"You can blow it, anyway, you...ah, Yuheng elder!"

They acted as usual, just like before, they saw the night, and even sneaked a bit. Then the two of them went to the night of the night, and they looked at them in the evening, and they felt that something was wrong. But it is not so clear. "Ask the elders."

"Yuheng elders."

The two disciples converge with a smile, and they greeted Chu and later, and intend to leave here.

Chu nightning frowned, his brows did not loosen, his eyes kept watching the two pieces coming from the river beach, approaching himself, walking by mistake, walking toward the bamboo forest... He stared at the two people for a long time, This turned around and turned his eyes back on the ink-burning body. The ink burned and sighed. As a result, the tone was still half-lost, and I heard that Chu Ning suddenly said:

"stop."

"..." The ink burned his face slightly, and the nails actually had a red mark in the palm of his hand, but he didn't say anything, he said nothing. He quietly observed the subtle expression of Chu Xiaoning and observed Chu Xiaoning. Every move.

Chu nightning said to the two stupid standing: "Come back."

There was no way to burn the ink. I had to bite the scalp and let the two pieces obey the command. I slowly walked back from the end of the bamboo forest and stood in front of the night.

Light clouds move, and the moon is coming out.

Under the bright moonlight, Chu Xiaoning looked at the faces of the two disciples, and suddenly raised his hand, and the fingertips covered the neck of one of them.

The ink burned and stared at the look of Chu Yuning, not moving, but the heartbeat was frantic.

He knew that Chu Ning must have noticed something wrong, so he suddenly reached out to explore the pulsation. It is necessary to know that those who begin to learn the chess pieces can only control the dead bodies, but not the living ones. Although these two people are directly made by living people, but the ink is not sure that they are really perfect, and they are not sure that they have killed them in the heart of the two.

"..."

I don’t know how long it took, and Chu Ning finally hangs her hand, then smashes her sleeves and says, "Let's go."

The smoldering knife only felt that the knife hanging over his neck had been removed - Chu nightning did not notice. The sky has eyes, so that he can steal under the eyes of Chu nightning.

When the two disciples left, Chu Jingning looked at him and said, "So late, how are you here?"

Ink ignited: "passing by." His tone was very good, and there was no ghost because of his heart, and he suddenly became more comfortable with Chu. It may be that he is so cold and rebellious, so that Chu, who should have been skeptical, would rather lick his lips and talk for a moment.

He didn't want to stay with Chu nightning for a while, his eyes moved away and he went forward. But when he was going to be wrong with him, Chu night Ning suddenly said a word, let him tighten in an instant.

"The library is forbidden. Some people have recently sneaked in."

"..." The ink burned without looking back, but there was a fine twist in the pupil.

"You should know that there are some forbidden weapons that are held by the top ten sects."

The ink burned and he said, "I know."

"One of the most important remnants of the volume has obvious signs of being turned over."

The sneer sneered: "What does that have to do with me?"

He is hard-pressed. He knows that as long as the day is asked to come out and he is interrogating him, then his sinful acts and sprouting demons will be exposed to the eyes of Chu.

His big dreams, his ambitions, are all over.

Chu night Ning silent for a moment: "Ink burning, when are you going to pick up?"

There is resentment between the voices.

"..." The ink does not answer, but it can almost predict what will happen next.

I expected that the flash of the sky would ask Jinguang.

I expected Chu’s face to be a gentleman’s face and questioned why he had to do something as bad as a beast. Anyway, in the eyes of Chu’s night, it’s always the same –

"You don't know how dangerous it is at the moment?"

Incurable.

He still tried to finish the four words dry.

Then almost turned around a little. Looking at the moonlight, Chu nightning's face.

His face was pale, and under the eyebrows he suppressed the faintness of restlessness. A pair of holes looked at him with a scorpion, but he did not see anything, and he could not see anything.

"If the ban is really practiced, it will kill. You don't sleep at night, go to this remote place, do you want to give your life in vain?"

"..."

The sound of Chu’s lingering voice is low, almost biting the roots: “There are so many people who died in the Battle of the Sky. Haven’t you taught me how to succumb? If you know that the wreckage has been stolen, how can you sit back and relax?”

The ink burned silently, and the dark brown scorpion stared at each other.

His forehead was full of sweat, and at this time he slowly calmed down and the wind was cold.

His body was relaxed in a section, and there was no such thing as a strange taste in his heart. At the end, the ink burned almost a smile: "Master..."

The eyes of Chu’s phoenix flickered slightly.

After the death of the teacher, the ink burned never smiled at him, and he rarely called him.

The ink burned and smiled and asked: "Are you caring about me?"

"..."

The smile is brighter.

Bright to like a bayonet, white knife into, red knife out, slammed into the chest, blood beads on the blade. He slowly opened a bite of white teeth, like a poisonous cheek of the scorpion.

"The Battle of the Sky..." He smiled. "The Master can mention the Battle of the Sky. It’s really good. It’s not important that I learned what it was. The key is that Master respects people who are distressed. Yeah."

Seeing the light in the eyes of Chu Xiaoning trembled, it was struggling, but it could not escape, and there was no way to retreat.

The smile on the face is more exaggerated, cozy, cruel.

He invaded him and bit him. He chewed the throat of Chu’s late night. He suddenly felt so happy and burst into laughter: "Ha ha ha, good, great, really a good deal, a book The unnamed disciple changed the conscience of Chu Zongshi, and Chu Zongshi always remembered the life and death of the people around him. Master, I finally felt that today, the teacher died."

Rao is the person who calms down the coldness of Chu, and he is also shuddering in his ridiculous laughter.

"Ink burning..."

"The teacher is dying, the value of death, the righteousness of death, and the death!"

"Ink, you..."

Don't laugh.

Don't say it again.

However, he said that he couldn’t speak. He didn’t say that he couldn’t say anything. He couldn’t make a sigh, he couldn’t make a request, and he couldn’t do it. He’s blaming the apprentice who is close to the madness, saying, “You’re wrong, I don’t want to save him. It is my heart that I have no intention of. I also suffered the same injuries as him. After spending an extra inch of spiritual power, I will become a bone in the middle of the body.

He said no.

Perhaps I feel that such confession is too weak.

Or maybe it feels that, probably in the burning heart, even if this master is dead, it is not enough to mention it, but it is better than waiting for his gentlest teacher.

Therefore, Chu Yuening eventually tried to suppress the trembling in his voice, and he squeezed it down in a word. He said, "In the light rain, when are you going crazy?"

"..."

"Give me back."

The angry flame cooks grief, and the throat is bitter and salty.

"Shi Ming's death is not a madman in exchange for you."

"The teacher respects this difference." The ink burned and smiled. "Why is the death of the teacher, how can it be me?"

He is like a snake, like a bee like an ant, biting the heart.

"He is dead, and he is changed back. It is clearly a teacher who respects you."

The bee stings into the flesh.

Looking at Chu's face, his face was white, and he felt a painful pleasure. He didn't want to irritate him in general, sarcasm him, he broke his liver and intestines, and he was not as good as death.

great.

They went to **** together.

"I want to go back too." The ink burned calmly and smiled. The pear vortex was deep and brewed with alcohol. "I don't want to wander around in the middle of the night. But my house is across from his house."

The ink burned did not say who he was, he used a "he".

Among them, relatives, so that the late night is more torment.

"The lights in his house will never shine again."

Chu nightning closed his eyes.

The ink burned and laughed for a long time, and the expression gradually calmed down: "I want to discuss a bowl of hand-to-handed food, and I can't find it again."

For a moment, Chu nightning eyes trembled, lips slightly moving, seems to want to say something.

However, Mo-burn did not give him the opportunity to export, nor did he give him the courage to export. The ink burned and ridiculed: "Master, copy this kind of thing, the best in the middle, the red pepper and pepper, all indispensable It’s all you hate. When you want to cook another bowl for me, I’m attracted to you. But what you do, I don’t have to know, there is only one word to describe.”

Chu nightning is still not blinking, his eyebrows are slight.

It seems that you can escape the sword of the tongue.

"There is not much reading. Fortunately, I just heard Xue Meng say it a few days ago. I feel that it is suitable for the master's copying hand."

What is it?

What is your heart?

Vain?

Chu Yuening looked for confusion in his consciousness, like busy finding a fit armor, finding the most ugly words and picking them up first, so as not to be too insulted.

Not worth a word?

There was no opening in the ink, and the word was immersed in his lips and teeth.

Yes, nothing is worth it.

Chu night Ning Xinxin could not find a more chilling word than this.

He calmed down.

Until he heard the smoldering heart and said: "East effect."

He almost opened his eyes with some stunned eyes.

He didn't even think that the other person would be vicious, and his hands were shaking under the sleeves.

Noodles, seasonings, glutinous stuffing... Facing the "Ba Shi Food", I seriously looked at it with a word, the face was covered with flour, and the hand-wrapped hand was twisted from the seven to the round.

He has been learning all the time and has been trying hard to figure it out.

Just changed the four words.

East effect.

At night, the beach was flooded with silver, and the ink burned at him. Chu stayed in the night for a while, suddenly disappeared and turned away.

I don't know why, the burning of the ink always felt that the day he left was a little faster, and he was no longer as calm as he used to be - like defeating, like fleeing.

He didn't know why there was a faint uncertainty in his heart. He frowned and looked at the back of Chu's backing. When the back was about to disappear, he finally screamed: "Wait!"