The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

Chapter 176: Master, you buy me.

Chu night Ning tied the horsetail, went to the outside to wash the dishes, three bowls, washed for a long time and did not see him into the house.

The ink burned on the bed, some of them were restless, and the fingers unconsciously rubbed the bed along the seams, and looked at the window from time to time.

How to do.

He is thinking.

How do you sleep this evening?

This is a seemingly simple problem that is really terrible.

The ink burned was not allowed to be late in the heart of Chu, and he was even more engaged in war, and desire and reason were in full swing.

At this time, the warm curtains picked up, Chu night Ning folder with the chill outside, holding the washed bowl back to the house. He glanced at the ink sitting on the edge of the bed, and the candle was burning. His eyes seemed to be subtle, but the next moment he fell, the ink burned again and he never had time to clear it. He had turned his back to himself and sat at the table. side.

"Master is still not sleeping?"

When the words are exported, they feel that they have lost their words. How to listen to it feels like a man who is thirsty and can no longer be thirsty. He is eager to invite his lover to go to bed.

Chu nightning did not look back, said faintly: "I still have something to do. You are sleepy and sleep first."

"I am not sleepy." Ink ignited, "What do teachers want to do? I will help you."

"You can't help, I want to do more condensed jellyfish flowers tonight." Chu said, as soon as he raised his hand, his fingertips swelled together, condensing a golden and tender sea otter, and placed it at the table.

This kind of sea otter is made up of Chu Lingning's spiritual power. It can contain short words for communication. This is his unique secret, and others can't follow suit.

But the ink burned a little puzzled. He came to the table, pulled out a chair and sat down. The strong arm rested on the back of the chair, and the chin rested on his arm.

"What does Master do to do this?"

"Take it for sale."

"Ok?"

Hearing the slightest surprise in the burning sound, Chu night Ning picked up his eyelids and gave him a faint look: "Our money is not enough to stay on Feihua Island for seven days. Is that Sun Sanniang not doing business? Then I also do it with her, conglomerate Haishu, unbeaten all the year round, golden light, you lick her gold and silver jewelry which is not shining, I think she just likes the sparkling thing. Well done, I will go to the street tomorrow, I see if she wants it."

The ink burned and couldn't help but smiled: "The teacher wants to... sell flowers?"

Chu’s face changed slightly. He didn’t want to put himself and the big girls who sold white orchids in the alley. It’s very hard to say: “The flowers made by the spells can’t be counted.”

"That tomorrow I will go shopping with you."

Chu night never snorted, bowed and quickly condensed four or five, and then muffled: "With you, as long as you are not too shameful."

"Where is it shameful?" The ink burned one of them, smelled it, the flowers were light, and there was no fragrance. Huaguang’s flowing appearance was very graceful and chic, and Jinguang reflected his handsome face and dark eyelashes. He smiled. "The Sun Sanniang is afraid to cry and ask the teacher to sell it to her. How much does the master plan to sell?"

"One hundred flowers can't spend too much spiritual power, sell three copper plates, how about?"

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

Chu night Ning looked at him again, slightly frowning, hesitating: "More?"

The ink sighed, didn't say much, didn't say less, only said: "Tomorrow's teacher will not ask for the price, I will sell it."

"Why? I made the flowers, I price myself."

"Three copper plates." The ink burned out three fingers in front of Chu Xiaoning and laughed and shook. "Master, you are the Beidou Xianzun, this is your night sea otter, the real world can not ask for anything, Do you sell three copper plates?"

"No one asked me if I want it. This thing is good-looking, it can be transmitted, and there is no other use. I think this price is almost the same."

The ink burned him with a smile: "That, you sell it to me, okay? I will give you money at this time."

Chu nightning stopped, a half-baked sea bream flower lost the support of the spiritual flow, and fell a golden flower petals, he actually really stretched out his palm, faintly said: "transaction."

"..."

The ink burned silently for a long while, to touch the money bag, it was only after thinking that the money left by himself and Chu Xinning had been squeezed out by the old man, and could not help but be slightly embarrassed.

Looking up, I saw that Chu night was like laughing and laughing at myself. I couldn’t help but feel embarrassed. "The teacher has long known that I have no money, and that..."

Chu Xiaoning felt that he was funny, and said: "You boast of Haikou, saying that you want to buy me."

"I……"

Half said and silently swallowed.

Because I suddenly felt that there was some ambiguity in the words of Chu.

Chu night Ning originally supposed to say "buy my flowers", but it was lazy, and the words didn't finish. It sounded like the man who burned the silver and bought the silver. The ink-burning heartbeat was a few quick shots.

He didn't go to the eyes of the late night, for fear that the other side would see some of his own big thoughts. But looking at his hand for a while, suddenly found that the night of Ning Fang was only washed outside the bowl for a long time, hard to wash the hot water into ice water, the tip of the finger is frozen red.

I didn't have time to think about it, almost inertia, and I held the five fingers on the table.

Chu night Ning was shocked. He was calming down, and he extended his hand to ask for money. The money didn’t come, but he suddenly fell into a warm and generous palm. The temperature of the palm was just warm, but he was like The iron was hot and slammed open.

"doing what?!"

"..."

Originally, there was no sorrowful thought in the ink burning. He really just wanted to warm the night of Chu, and felt distressed.

I can meet such a big reaction, but it is not expected, and I am still alive.

The two looked at each other under the dim candlelight, and suddenly they burst into tears and gave a loud noise, breaking the dead silence.

Chu Xiaoning knew that he was sensitive and over-the-top, and he became obsessed with it. He no longer snorted and licked his lips.

The ink burned his silent voice, and the young seedling in his heart grew stronger and stronger, trying to lick his thin body and scratching his chest.

"Master respect..."

Chu nightning: "..."

"Are you..." When he said half of it, he stopped. He didn't know what he was waiting for in front of him. He finally let him leap on the cliff. He didn't continue to talk.

But Rao did not ask him, and Chu Ning was still in a hard state: "No."

Ink burns: "What is not?"

"No matter what you say, the answer is no." Chu night Ning squinted, erected a sharp thorn, like a cat licking his mouth to defend the cat in his territory, not letting the living close, "hands open."

The ink burned the handle and took it on the back of the chair, which was very honest.

Chu nightning continued to condense the flowers, and the sea otter that had dropped a petal was completely condensed. He was somewhat angry, and the anger contained more trouble. After a while, the ink burned: "Master, actually I just, Just want to ask, are you cold, want to give you... warm hands."

"I am not cold."

The hand that deceived, only to touch, is clearly ice.

I think that the two of them are sitting in such a way, Chu nightning said: "If you have nothing to sleep, take you to sell flowers tomorrow."

"..."

In the past, he often said "take you to practice" "take you to meditate" and "take you to read books."

Take you to sell flowers...

The ink burned and tried to endure, but it was not too tolerant. The black eyes contained a smile, reflecting the people in the candlelight. The nasal voice was shallow, but it was not moving.

"Go to sleep."

The ink burned and looked at the bed.

He decided that he couldn’t sleep better than Chu.

Since you can't eat the bed or hit the floor, look at the meaning of Chu Yuning. If he sleeps in the position inside, obviously make a place for himself, then sleep in bed.

If Chu Xiaoning is lying in the middle of the center, then...hey, then he will be honest.

The ink burned like a bad idea, but his face was red: "I don't sleep first."

"What are you doing sitting?" Chu nightning frowned.

The ink burned and raised his hand, and the slender five fingers and one combination, actually volleyed with a spirit, and pulled out a red butterfly.

Chu nightning: "........................"

"Selling money." The ink burned and laughed. The fingertips flicked, and the fiery red butterfly flew up. It fell to the pile of sea bream in the evening, and sneaked in. The pollination generally fanned the fluorescent winged butterfly wings. In and out of the flower, "I am more expensive, I am black, one gold."

Chu night Ning took advantage of the blind eyed butterfly to fly around, stopping on his jellyfish flower, holding the delicate powder core.

Chu's face is dark.

"Mini rain!!"

"……what happened?"

He is too angry to know what to say, what to say.

In the end, I was so depressed that I said nothing but hoarseness: "There are no more than three copper plates."

The ink burned and laughed.

After laughing for a while, he took out a flaming butterfly and handed it over. The butterfly gently fell on the jellyfish flower of Chu’s fingertips.

"I sell it to others is ten gold, I think this price is very suitable."

"Then you sell it to me!" Chu night Ning sighed with a sigh of relief, "I will sell it again, in short, it is not more expensive than my sea otter."

After thinking about it, I added another sentence: "But I don't have any money, I will return to the top of my life and give it to you."

The ink burned and laughed, and the third butterfly was pulled out. He sighed softly. The butterfly danced around the night, and the ink burned on his strong, wheat-colored arm. He said gently, "What are you talking about?"

"...Do you still want to say that you don't know what to do." Chu nightning raised his chin slightly, his eyebrows were still angry and damp, but his expression was very proud. He thought about it. If the ink burned, he would dare not say it, then You must take out the teacher's instrument and take care of this man who doesn't know how to be tall.

I don’t know that the man who is tall and thick is smiling more clearly. He has a deep vortex and a shallow nasal voice. He said, “No, I want to say...”

what you want to say?

The late night of the Chu Dynasty was awaiting a sigh of relief.

"You buy me." The man did not know whether it was intentional, or unintentionally, but also saved the word "Lingdie", so the words became so vague and embarrassing, he put his arm in his arms, and all stared at Chu Yuning seriously. Gentle smile, "I sell it to you, don't want money."

Nothing is expected to be such an answer.

Under the night of Chu, the face was red.

The night is already deep, and the nymphs and sea otters are full of houses, which have long been sold. But none of them got up and went to sleep.

I don’t have to say anything about the burning of the heart. He plans to watch Chu’s sleep method and see the machine. Although Chu Evening did not know his plans, he was not stupid. He had no idea in his heart and wanted to know what to do with the burning of the night.

He will sleep on the bed... or a bed?

Although this man made him feel more and more dangerous, if the ink burned really went to bed, he did not intend to drive him away.

He could even perceive the mysterious hope in his heart, hoping to see the ink burned up and sleepy, saying "sleepy" and then lying on the bed.

- Why is he still not sleeping! !

Chu nightning and ink burning, while holding flowers and butterflies, while thinking anxiously.

Go to sleep, you lie down on the bed first, I will...

"Master."

"Ok?"

"Are you tired? It's too late, do you have to rest first?"

"No, I am used to it."

Then another hour passed.

"Ink burning."

"Ok?"

"How are you still sitting?"

"I will condense some more butterflies. If the master is sleepy, go to sleep first, then I will wait."

Chu nightning tried to endure the desire to yawn and restrained the back molars, because he could not sleep for two consecutive nights, his eyes were red, and he still said: "I am not sleepy."

Ink burning: "..."

I don't know how long it took. The butterflies and sea otters in the house were piled up into the ocean. The gold and red were intertwined and smashed. The ink burned some groggy and looked up suddenly.

Chu night Ning is too tired, has fallen on the table and fell asleep.

His fingertips were still condensed with half of the unfinished jellyfish flowers. The petals trembled with the breath, and the ink burned away. The half of the residual flowers were taken off gently, resting on the table, and then he was picked up. ——