The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

Chapter 163: Master and no return

As one of the more than 20 young people who competed in the forest, Xue Meng was buried in a precious chess piece. He was walking around the lake, his eyes were empty and the ghosts in the sky, he and Others swarmed up, brave and fearless, as if they were not afraid of death and fear of death, and those ghosts were shackled under the sword to prevent them from destroying the formation, but those who escaped to the periphery and fell into the night, they were sleeved. Regardless of.

The purpose of these pieces is obvious, they are guarding this five-line array.

Chu nightning sees the apprentice being restrained, and for a moment, he can’t stand it. When he sees it, he will get up and pluck out, and the ink will slam him.

Chu nighting bites his teeth, whispered: "Let's go."

"Don't go out, wait -"

"How do you wait? That is Xue Meng!"

Chu’s strength was too great, and the one-handed one couldn’t hold it. He had to hug him, and the whole man was crushed into his arms. He grabbed the mouth of Chu’s late life and let him struggle in his arms. Die did not let go, the ink burned in his ear, and the hot breath sneaked in his ear.

"It’s too aggressive to go out at this time. Don’t be so arrogant, listen to me. Ah?”

Responding to him is a backhand elbow, burned and burned, Chu night Ning opened his hand and took a breath, Fengfeng was full of anger, his voice was low: "The treasures of the game, the spiritual loss Quickly, here are all ghosts. If there is a mistake, he will be dead!"

"Will not."

"..."

The ink burned his hand, his eyes were blazing and firm: "I understand the chess game, you believe me."

Chu night, seeing him so harsh and awe-inspiring, can not help but sigh, breathing slowly slowed down. At this time, there was a strange whistling in the distance. They suddenly turned back and saw a goblin bursting out and rushing toward Xue Meng.

"brush!"

The dragon city curved knife reflects the frost of the moon, Xue Meng is as light as a swallow, and the blade will instantly smash the ghosts!

"In the living of the precious chess pieces, the spiritual power is gradually depleted, and it is not as good as it used to be. But he is under controlled time and will not have anything for a while."

Chu night Ning turned to look at him, his eyebrows rolled a mark: "Why are you so clear?"

"...you can see it."

The evil spirit fell, and soon broke into ash. Xue Meng smashed the dragon city scimitar in his hand, and the black blood beads continued to flow down on the blade, dragging the traces of the twist on the snow.

The moon shines on his face, his face is cold and his face is dull.

The burning heart is tight.

Xue Meng has never been sinned as a chess piece in his life. Who is it...? !

Suddenly there was movement in the distance.

The ink burned back to God, whispering: "It seems that someone is coming."

In the forest, two people came along, and along the frozen lake, they came to the eye. At that time, there was a radiance of green eyes. One of them had a sacred martial arts in his hand, but because of the angle, the smoldering did not see what the martial arts were.

The man slammed the ice layer and put the gods into the eye. In an instant, the center of the eye was shining, the clouds were moving away, the moon was exposed from the thick clouds, and the cold light shone on the ice. Illuminated the figure of the two people who stood in the eye.

A Chinese dress is inlaid with gold silk, and it is graceful, but he is covered with a thick shackle, wearing a bucket and can't see his face. The other is cold and barefoot, and it is not too bad.

The man looked up and looked at the sky.

The ink burned and widened his eyes.

"how is this possible!"

- Xu Shuanglin? !

It was extremely shocking and shocking. Xu Shuanglin... Frostforest elders?

He is the righteous father of Ye Forgetting. It is the good man who died in the front of the world with the flesh and blood, and died under the knife. How could it be him? !

Chu nightning did not know the horror of the burning, he patted the shoulders of the ink, whispered: "Up."

"Why didn't he appear?" The person wearing the fight around Xu Shuanglin spoke, and the ink burned, it was the sound of Nangong Liu.

Nangong Liu’s tone has obvious anxiety and sorrow. He can’t help but curse: “Damn, are you mistaken?”

Xu Shuanglin said: "Let's wait and see."

"Come faster! Tear this day more and more, I don't know when those guests will send people to come over, it will be too late!"

"I know that you are in a hurry, but can you not tear the cracks bigger? Isn't it clear? The last time in the town of Choi Butterfly was because of the urgency of the situation, so that the situation was out of control, and the top ten sects came to you. You can't stand it. If you are angry, you will still lose your weight."

"……Ugh!"

Xu Shuanglin closed his eyes and said: "Hey, you can't easily find the five martial arts of different attributes, you can absorb the aura of the cumulative monks, so you have to endure for so many years, where is this short one night. ""

"You said it is good." Nangong Liu took a deep breath and sighed. "I have been waiting for five years... No, it’s five years. From the day I became the head of Confucianism, I have been Waiting..." He rubbed the finger in his sleeve and his eyes flashed in the dark night.

Nangong Liu Mutter: "I have been waiting..."

"Don't wait."

Suddenly a fierce male voice rang in the empty lake, like a thunder and lightning, and the two men on the lake looked up.

When the moon is empty, Wan Hao Song Tao, a slender man stands on the treetop. He is holding a long, narrow phoenix eye, and the moon-white smock is rolling over. The dark coat lining his face is like a condensed jade in the ice. The bone is oozing in the middle.

"Nan Gongliu, it is here."

Nangong Liu was shocked and then gnashed his teeth: "Chu Ning...!"

It’s rumored that the golden light is blasting in the sky, and the scorpion of the late night is sullen, and the whole person is more and more dangerous.

"A good night, Yuheng, Beidou Xianzun, how did you not let you die in the colorful town of Caidie, now it is bad for me, and the animals!"

Chu night Ning Yi, a low eyebrows, sighed: "The original disaster five years ago, what is yours?"

Nangong Liu saw things ruined, and it was unintentional to hide. He sneered: "What is it?"

Chu nightning lifted the sky and asked for the finger to pass through the willow. The rattan whip was polished one inch and one inch at his fingertips, and the light was almost platinum. He is like an eagle: "...In the beginning, you Jincheng pool for swords, the spirit of the pool will be exchanged for your wife's spiritual core, and you will kill the heart and throw it into the lake. I was sick at the time. In the bones, I hate to kill you, but you said to me, Nangong is still young, can't live without a father... You said that you are a moment of fascination, remorse... You also said that from now on, when you are Confucianism No longer evil, you..."

The willow rubbed to the last tip, and the golden light burst.

Chu night Ning silver teeth bite: "Nan Gong Liu, you hate it, why is it poisonous!"

"Quiet me?" Nangong Liu suddenly smiled in a low voice. "How does Chu Zongshi not blame himself for being young and young? At that time, he was still a fifteen or six-year-old boy? It was very naive, and I was a few words, a few tears, and then I took a scorpion and made a scorpion, and let me leave my feelings. Oh, why don’t you think about it, I have today, and you can’t get away with your network?”

The voice has not been received, and the hurricane has arrived.

Tian asked to break the dark night, and went straight to the place where Nangong Liu was standing. In a moment, the dragon danced, the flame broke through the sky, and the whole frozen lake was half-in-a-half, and the ice was broken!

And Nangong Liu screamed: "Everything!"

The group of people who had been walking around the Lishui Lake had a look of light. They turned back and rushed toward the direction of Chu’s late night. Xue Meng’s fighting power was the best.

clang!

Longcheng and Tianwen slammed into each other, and Chu night was afraid of hurting Xuemeng. He was evacuated in time and swept a few feet. He looked at him: "Nan Gongliu, you take someone else to make a wedding dress, what is the skill?!"

"Hah, let you have nowhere to start, kill me, this is my skill." Nangong Liu laughed. "You fight, they are all living people, just in my precious blacks, Chu Late Ning, this little Xue Gongzi is your apprentice? Can you go to the hand? You can’t do anything, you sit and wait, you are like Jin Jinchi, more than ten years ago, you can’t do anything, you can only let me go, you— —"

Suddenly, you can't go down. The smile on your face is like a sudden drop of cold water, and the black charcoal fire is carrying residual smoke.

- Chu nightning's eyes are too calm.

He stared at Chu Yuning, and the calmness on the man's face made him suddenly uneasy, shuddering, and Nangong Liu's lips twitched, and it seemed to be a little guilty: "What do you want to do..."

Chu night Ning did not talk nonsense with Nangong Liu. He was in a cold place, raising his hand and waving the sky, and shouted: "Heaven, thousands of people!"

Dozens of golden vines rose up and locked the shackles of the cherished pieces. A huge and powerful giant vine was like a dragon rising from the ice in the ice lake, and the ice crystals splashed. The night flight was sitting on the ancient vine. Wu took the wind and the clothes fluttered. He raised a long, powerful hand and made a word.

"Nine songs, call."

Silk enamel glowed from his palm, and he gathered in his knees into a black guqin. The guqin's tail was rolled over like a tree with vitality, the tails were leafy, the flowers were blooming, and the roots were rooted. The strings are clear and ice-white, and the strings are constantly chilling.

Shenwu nine songs.

The most common trick used by Tian Qiao is "wind", it is a killing trick, and the most common trick of Jiu Ge is "颂", which is the trick of healing the heart. Chu nightning only gently plucked a few strings, played a small section of "颂", those who were ridiculed in the chess game revealed a confused look, they were still asking about the vines Struggling, but at this time, looking around, it seems that some are confused.

Nangong Liu was angry, and his mouth cursed and meditated. His forehead was violently violent, and he competed with Chu’s night, and he couldn’t support it. He looked back and angered: “Shuanglin, to interrupt his piano!”

"...I? Oh, okay."

Xu Shuanglin sighed, quite helplessly wanting to fly toward the top of the giant wood where Chu Yuning was located, expecting a black shadow to flash into the air, the ink burned in the wind, raised his hand and whip, stopped his Going on the road.

"Frost forest elders, please advise."

Xu Shuanglin blinked and suddenly laughed and said: "Block me? You are really a teacher and a person, I am moved."

Chu nightning is playing against the ink and burning: "enchantment."

"All set up."

It turned out that there was no ink burning, and it was ordered to add an enchantment barrier in a circle around Lishui Lake. Although this day's crack is not as exaggerated as that of the butterfly town in the past, but the **** is imprisoned in the infinite hell, the devils and demons who have lost their minds and lost their minds. It is better to escape three or five. If there is more escape, then the red dust may be afraid. It is also a **** hurricane, and it must not stop for a long time.

The ink burned and the frost forest handed over the hand, and the two eyes were dismantled in the blink of an eye. The ink burned said: "The elders of the frost forest always try to run to my master. The person you should deal with is me."

"What?" Frosty Lin suddenly laughed. "Is this a fight to force the object? Isn't I saying that young people, you are too fierce, uncle is too old, afraid of not being as rude as you can."

Ink burning: "..."

"Come with you, you have to be broken." He smiled. "Little brother is forgiving, let me water, let me play with your master?"

In fact, I don’t know how to face Xu Shuanglin. He has seen Xu Shuanglin’s death in his previous life. He knows that he should not be a wicked person. He suspects that the people behind this life, in addition to Nangong Liu, actually have his own, and at one time, there is no way. So silent, just focus on the trick with him.

Hell has the same ability of interrogation as Tianqian. As long as he stalks Xu Shuanglin smoothly, it is not difficult to ask him what he really thinks, but Xu Shuanglin’s body is light, and between the advance and retreat, he is more and more savvy than Nangong Liu. Swinging, like a paper basket flying above the fragmented ice lake, the red light can only hit him, but can not firmly lock him.

What's more, because he is the righteous father of Ye Forgetting, before the things are not made clear, the ink-burning man can't help but leave a three-point feeling...

Xu Shuanglin suddenly and sighed with a sigh of relief: "Almost, Mo Zongshi, I can't tell you first."

I don’t know why he said this, he said: "What?"

"Because I want to bully your master."

Xu Shuanglin raised his hand, his fingertips flashed light and shadows, and a white practice screamed in the direction of the high place Chu late Ning Fuqin.

The most ignorant of the burning of the ink was late, and suddenly distracted. Xu Shuanglin was dark, and the other hand pulled out the waist and folded the fan. He handed it to the ink and throat.

"brake--"

霎 血 血 血 血 血 血 血 血 血 血 血 血 血 血 血 血 血 血 血 血 血 血 血 血 血 血 血 血 血 血 血 血 血 血 血 血 血 血 血 血 血 血 血 血 血 血 血 血 血 血 血 血 血 血 血 血 血 血 血 血In the middle, the bottom of the lake suddenly lit up with a green and shining light.

Looking down, the original core system of the woods, which was guarded by Nangong Liu and Xu Shuanglin, was soaked in the water of the icy lake and absorbed the essence of the surrounding vegetation.

At this time, due to the burning of this aerated blood, the martial arts suddenly burst into a stunning blue brilliance, a large earthquake trembled, after a few dead, a savage sharp, smashing fierce black knife broke through the water, the light Big blazing!

Xu Shuanglin shouted to the south palace Liu: "The curse is open! He is coming out - go down to the sky, fight! Fight!"

Fighting?

They have summoned someone from the infernal hell, is it just to fight one?

But this thought only flashed through the ink-burning brain. When he saw the martial arts floating in the air, he never thought of it again. The whole person was like a whips, standing stiff, saying no. Half a word.

Because the eye-catching weapon that brings together the attributes of wood is actually...

Stepping on the sinister blade of Xianjun - Shenwu does not return! !

The ink burned and felt a bit of pain in the chest, and the eyes were black and black, and there seemed to be some sort of slang that he could not hear. He couldn't breathe. He only felt that the blood of his previous life was smothered from the night, soaking him all over. He was disgusting, dizzy, and his heart was mad...

Seeing that Xu Shuanglin took what he was going to do, he couldn’t think too much about it, raised his hand and wanted to recall Shenwu. However, when the spiritual power explored it, he heard that the sound of the piano in the late night was suddenly stopped. He suddenly felt that he was not right, and he endured the inexplicable sorrow and went back.

The pupil collapsed.

"Master!!"

How did he forget it! ? Chu Lingning's spiritual core is fragile. As early as Xuanyuan will come out, there is Langzhong said that it does not seem to have some kind of rejection force with Chu Xiening. It will counteract the late night, which will make Chu Xiening originally weak. The spiritual core is even more unbearable.

How can he forget it!

The ink burned off the connection between himself and the non-return, flew over the giant vine, and leaped forward at the moment before Ling Teng, and hugged the painful pale night, and fell with him. Next to the orange grove.

At the same time, Chu Tianning’s call for the masses of people has broken down, but fortunately those who have been tempted have been confused. Although they have not fully woken up, they no longer listen to the instructions of Nangong Liu, one by one. Suddenly standing, his face is a dreamlike look.

"Master!" The ink burned and was anxious and remorseful. He was kneeling in the snow, holding a cold-eyed Chu nightning, and constantly stroking the face of Chu Yuning. "How are you?"

He saw that there was **** oozing out of the mouth of the night, and he was so distressed that he wiped his hands and wiped it with his hands. When he wiped it, he suddenly thought of the past life, and the night was so lying in his arms, at the foot of Kunlun Snow Mountain. Seven bleeds and died. And as he is now, he wiped the mottled blood, but he couldn't wipe it clean.

Such as a cone into the heart.

His eyes are red: "Is it very painful?"

Chu nightning was too much affected by the suffocation of the suffocation. He felt that the suffocation was flowing to his chest in an instant, like to cut his chest.

Even worse, there seems to be a lot of broken illusions in his eyes that are twisting and shimmering.

He shook his head and tried to open up the ambiguous illusions, struggling to see the Nangong Liu, and only glanced at him, and the last blood on his face suddenly faded and quenched.

He didn't know where the strength came from, and suddenly grabbed the ink-burning arm, dumbly said: "That, beware!"

The ink burned his face like gold paper, and a pair of scorpions flashed with great shock, reflecting the fire...

Fire?

He turned back, and there was no longer a little ghost in the cracks, but a **** of lava, and the ground fire blew from the sky. The ghosts that escaped at the same time were all burnt in this raging evil fire, and even the screams of sorrow were too late to be sent out, and they turned into a burst of blue smoke.

How is this embarrassing situation?

Hell lava hanging in the sky, like a magnificent golden red waterfall, slowly and calmly flowing, sinister and magnificent, lava flowing to the lake, the ice and the lake are actually lit with firewood, and began to burn. Standing at the forefront of Nangong Liu and Xu Shuanglin, the most powerful water curse was opened, so that it would not be swallowed up by the fire.

Although the flow of flames is slow, it will soon be burned to those who stand in the dead and have a good game.

The ink burned and slammed, and the hand was printed, but he was unfamiliar with the water system. He was half-closed. He was holding his hand in the middle of the night, and his face was pale. "The knot is wrong. I am coming."

The ink burned him, let him sit up on his own, but stopped his hand: "Don't move again, you teach me."

Although Chu Yuening has hesitation, he also knows that his spiritual power is damaged for a while, and he may not be able to apply spells. The matter of human life cannot be vague. So he took the ink-burning hand, put his ten fingers one by one, put it in the right position, and then hoarsely said: "The curse."

The spirit flow overflows from the fingertips, quickly opening the enchantment in the air, forming a blue wave of water, wrapping the lost minds of the mind.

Chu night Ning was a little relieved, trying to boast a few words, and squinting the eyelashes, and seeing the light of hell, the handsome face had a wet tear.

He... how did you cry?

Who is it?

Chu nightning is a bit stunned.

Shi Yi is not here, Xue Meng is not injured, other people do not know the ink, so, can he rush to greedy, ink this tears, for himself?

"...don't cry."

The ink burned back to God, and it was almost rushing and rubbing his face indiscriminately.

"It’s such a big person, like what it looks like."

The smoldering eyes only looked at him wetly and asked him: "Is it painful?"

Hearing this, Chu night Ning stunned, and then the pain did not put out the chest, a sudden softness like the warmth of hot spring water. Sadness and gentleness are intertwined, sour and painful, sweet and awkward. For the first time in his life, he was born with a personal relationship related to the catastrophe. It is out of place, but it can't be stopped.

"A little bit of injury, probably only summoned two gods at the same time, the spiritual loss is too great, so the old disease attack." Chu night Ning raised his hand, hesitated, touched the ink burning hair, "don't worry, I don't It hurts."

Then he turned his head and went to see the fire of **** in the Haohao soup, the flame red lotus.

The twilight gradually sank, the bottom of the eye hurts and the eyes are calm and steady.

"You have seen what Nangong Liu will do and find a good time." He paused, and then no more when he spoke, "kill him."

Chu night Ning eyes are extremely hateful, and there is more remorse.

Nangong Liu said that it was good. In the Jincheng pool, it was the 14-year-old who was involved in the red dust. He didn’t know the world. He let go of Nangong Liu, who had already revealed his demon face, even to take care of the stability of the upper circle. In order not to let the young aunt know, he did not let Nangong Liu give his wife the truth to the world.

It was his innocent innocence when he was young, too much goodwill, which made him into a situation of the present, and he put the tiger back to the forest, and provoked the red lotus industry at this moment...

What does Nangong Liu want to do!