In the picture, Xu Shuanglin’s eyes widened, and most of the people outside the picture were caught.
When the ink burns here, I feel that something is wrong.
He is a person who has lived for two generations. This conversation is connected with some of the things of the past, and he has to ponder some intriguing details.
He knows that Ye’s reluctance to Nangong’s friendship is not just because Ye Ye’s death was before he was asked to bury it with Nangong, but because in the last life, the female identity of Ye’s resignation was very early. In the world, Nangong Liu Qin points her and lets her marry Nangong.
This section now seems to be completely a father who is looking for a double repair to his son, but not long after the marriage agreement, Nangong 驷 毙 毙 , , , 叶 叶 叶 叶 叶 叶 叶 叶 叶 叶 叶 叶 叶 叶 叶 叶 叶 叶 叶 叶 叶 叶 叶 叶 叶 叶 叶I don’t think that it’s just a coincidence that Nangong’s death was in that year.
He doesn't think so.
On the screen, Xu Shuanglin's fingers clenched into fists, although his face still smiled, but the tone had some coolness.
"Do you want a little leaf to marry an aunt?"
"Well, she is the best."
“Where is it right?” Xu Shuanglin laughed. “You used to cultivate her as a Guardian, and made her look like a man and a woman. Now she says she wants to give her a nephew. You are not afraid of you. Abandon her."
"He really is not happy. I originally saw him often talking with Ye Yexi, laughing and laughing, waiting for her, and thinking that he can accept it. But I told him about marriage, but he was furious, saying that he did not I like leaf forgetting, the reason why she cares for her, because she is a girl, it is not easy to mix in the dark city. He refuses to accept this marriage."
Xu Shuanglin: "..."
"How can I compromise? He will have a big fight with me. I said that I don't respect his determination. I deal with his lifelong affairs at will. I can't avoid it, and I am indifferent to it. The more I tell him, The worse his attitude is. In the end, he even felt that I was ignorant of the leaves. I really didn't know what to do." Nangong Liu Yandao, "Does he not disapprove of her not looking good?"
Xu Shuanglin is quite fair: "...If the first door suddenly makes you yell, you don't like women, can you be willing? I think this is really not a good problem, you really don't respect him."
"He is superficial! His wife wants to be useful, good, if he likes a beautiful girl, after the body is stabilized, can't he be satisfied again?" Nangong Liu sighed, "Hey, this blames me for the first time, coughing, No... In time, I didn’t take the leaves to forget the thoughts of my nephew. If she was still the same, she would love her.”
"You are too ridiculous." Xu Shuanglin said, "I don't accept it."
"Unless he doesn't want to die. It's very painful to be a double-educated person with such a nuclear tyranny. If you are an ordinary woman... I am afraid, I am afraid I can't stand it..." Nangong Liu breathed a sigh of relief. She is willing and able to withstand it."
"How could she be willing?!"
"I asked her."
"……what?!"
"I asked her, I have already told her about this," said Nangong Liudao. "She is afraid of being awkward and better than being afraid of her death."
"..." Xu Shuanglin didn't talk, his head was hanging down, and he didn't know what he was thinking. He said, "She is really a fool."
Seeing this, the ink burn can almost be determined - where is the Nangong Temple in the last generation? Ten or eight/nine is Xu Shuanglin’s own killing.
Nangong is dead, and Ye will be able to survive.
The reason why Nangong Temple is still alive in this life may be because of Song Qiutong’s business. Song Qiutong is a sphenoidal beauty seat. It was originally a perfect fit for a double-education. She married her to Nangong, and her father’s nature has nothing to say. She even thinks that it’s a drop in the sky, and she will not force Ye and the Nangong. I am married.
Since the marriage contract between Ye and Yu is invalid, Xu Shuanglin does not harm Nangong in this life, and that is completely true. However, there is still a bit of ink burning and puzzling - Xu Shuanglin is now smashing up, it is simply a maddening devil, but such a devil, why is it so important to see the leaves forget? It’s just a foster daughter... who is horrible and indifferent, what is he obsessing?
What is it asking for?
This period of memory is not long, and it will soon end. When the illusion lights up again, the time is a lot earlier.
Nangong Liu Yan went up obviously younger than now, and has not been blessed. In his hand, he flashed the small objects of the bluish brilliance, and everyone looked at it and found that it was the ring of the door of the Confucianist door.
When the ring was put on, it could not be taken until the day when he left, and the Nangong Liu in the picture had not yet worn it, so he proved that he had not become the true master of the Confucianism.
There was a servant who came in and squatted, and the robes on the servant were still stained with blood. It seemed to be a battle. In this memory, it should happen that Nangong Liu Yanshi regained the night when he was in charge.
"Head, Luo Fenghua's body, what should I do?"
Nangong Liu turned the ring and thought about it: "I am buried in a hero, he is a good man with my mentor, giving him a personal return."
"Yes!"
I left with the waiter.
The ink burned slightly and frowned. He felt a little strange. According to the memories he saw only, the Nangong brother’s master, Luo Fenghua, was clearly smashed by the Nangong Liu, and the sacred blood pool was turned into a ghost. Hell, never eternal life.
But how do you say that Nan Gongliu buried his master in a hero?
In the illusion, Nangong Liumo glared at the ring of the door of Bi Yingying. The complex flashes of complex and strange luster seemed to be somewhat fearful but full of desire.
His throat was agitated, and finally he slowly raised his hand, reflecting the candle, and putting the ring on his thumb.
He stared at his hand, looked back and forth, and his mouth slowly swelled up, seeming to burst into a bright and happy smile, but the smile spread was not half, and it stopped.
Nangong Liu shouted, suddenly planted from the throne of the throne, and all of them were shaking.
"Ah-! Ah!"
"Head!"
"What happened to you?"
I was busy helping to help him. I expected Nangong Liu to look up, but it was blood on his face. Only then did the end face suddenly tear open countless tiny mouths. Those mouths were torn and immediately healed, healed and immediately torn open, blood is not The ground stopped from the mysterious scars.
"What happened!" Nangong Liu panicked, "pain... it hurts...how...how is this? How is it going?!!"
Footsteps came from outside the door.
A man against the moonlight, with a pair of smooth feet, stepping on the cold bricks and stones, came to the front of Nangong Liu, a robes, half a squat down.
This person is Xu Culinlin, who is younger than he is now. He leaned over and pinched the face of Nangong Liu, and Nangong couldn’t help but wheezing, tears and nose mixed with blood. Xu Shuanglin seems to be a little disgusting, frowning, and then asks: "How come suddenly?"
"I don't know... Dao... I don't know... Mr. Frost Forest... Mr. save me..."
At this time, Xu Shuanglin was only a helper of Nangong Liu, so Nangong Liu called him Mr. Frost, not an elder.
After some investigations, Xu Shuanglin grabbed the right hand of Nangong Liu, looked at the shining ring, and changed his face: "Is this attached to the murder?"
After hearing the name around, the pros were all taking a sigh of relief. Only Nangongliu was actually awkward. I didn’t know what the curse of life and death was. I only looked up with tears and couldn’t hold my nose. A crystal nose ran out, and blood stained, dripping on the floor tiles.
"Ah, what is that?"
"Death curse."
Xu Shuanglin's face is very unsightly.
"This ring was Luo Fenghua's death curse. After he cursed a person wearing a ring, as long as he shined on the moonlight, his skin would split and he would die like death...night."
"what?!"
"More than that." Xu Shuanglin's hand stroked the jade of the ring, and felt the turbulent flow of the head. "In the fifteen-month round, even if you don't leave home, the walls are sealed, and the night is not coming in. Still feel the pain of a thousand knives, and escape is inevitable..."
He opened his eyes and looked at the uninhabited Nangong Liu, who slid to the ground, and whispered.
"To the end of the dead."
Under the thick and stinky blood, the pupil of Nangong Liu suddenly gathered, and it looked like a stunned squirrel, and a poisonous snake in the black cave.
He twitched in a funny way and murmured: "Is it dead?"
"Ok."
"Broken, can't break?"
"Can't break." Xu Shuanglin said, "At least I can't think of any way to crack at this moment... only later..."
He still didn't speak, and Nangong Liu broke his hand. He screamed and climbed down the steps. He dragged a **** stamp on the cold and smooth floor tiles. He screamed and laughed, his voice hoarse and twisted. Extreme, sharp like a needle, and many people outside the illusion can't stand it, blocking his ears.
"Ha ha ha - curse me? Do you curse me?"
"Luo Fenghua! You took the seat of my Nangong family. I will oust you from the stage and leave your whole body. It is already... It is a matter of course! You actually cursed me? How can you bear it - how do you have a face! !"
"I am reading you... the grace of the profession... I am buried in... I am buried in a hero... Ha! Hero! You have to make me suffer from night and night, and my skin is fleshy - to death!" Roaring, one inch and one inch moved to the entrance of the main hall, crouching in the dark shadow cast by the red bronze door of the main hall. The fingers twitched and slammed, and could not help but hit the ground.
"To the dead, how can you worry! How can you care? Animals! Animals! You ruin me forever!"
"Head of the door..." He couldn't bear it. In the past, he wanted to bring him back, but Nangong Liu screamed and sipped, and he was crazy.
This group of **** and fuzzy faces has always been weak and incompetent more than any other color, but today is not the same. His face has a bitter hatred, wildfire jumping in the pupil, burning the reason and the coke, the grass is not born.
Nangong Liu Xiasii said: "Through me... the first... the order..."
Listen to the order with the aunt.
"The former generation of the boss Luo Fenghua, sinful ... evil ... ... unforgivable! The fate will be his will ... thousands of knives ... broken, corpse, million, paragraph -!"
Xu Shuanglin stood quietly beside him, listening and listening, not seeing any expression: "........."
At this time, a new round of tears came, Nangong Liu couldn’t stand it, collapsed and collapsed, but he cried again, but while he was crying, he was still the first command to put him on the throne of the Confucianism. One word and one sentence, all squeezed out from the back molars: "Sinking... blood pool..."
You curse my flesh and blood to the dead.
I sink you into the infernal purgatory, and never live forever.
At the end of this illusion, Nangong Liu smashed his empty eyes, his voice was like a broken pottery, extremely hoarse, and he murmured: "Luo Fenghua, the beast... you are a beast..."
The memory debris began to collapse like a snow flake. The secret of the Confucianism that was revealed by this inch of light made almost everyone see the gods in the presence. Some people, such as Ye Forget and Nangong, were because of their personal affairs. I have to watch, and more people have been provoked a kind of pleasure to see other people's hidden diseases.
He is one of the most ugly emotions in the world. How many of those who were invited to participate in the Nangong Palace’s marriage were really sincerely obedient to Confucianism? How many have passed through the magnificent three-out, through the aura of inch-inch gold, to see the seventy-two cities in the sky, the heart is only admire, no red eyes?
The taller the towering loft, the more it collapses, the more it will attract people to watch. The melon skin is full of land, and the spit star is splashed three feet away.
The pain of others is always the street, the best talk after a meal.
Some people are reluctant to look at it again, but this matter is very doubtful and matters. Although Xu Shuanglin's memories are no problem, he can explain the changes of Jin Chengchi and Taohuayuan, but he still feels that there is something uncomfortable.
He always felt that something was wrong in this memory.
……what is it then?
He raised his eyebrows and thought about it dullly.
But suddenly there was a glimpse of the light, and there was a flash of light in the distance. But since there is an illusion that is going on here and again, no one will look outside the forest, so I have not noticed it -
The ink burned for a moment, and then his face suddenly changed, shouting: "Hog!"
Everyone heard the words turned around: "Hidden fire? Where is there a fire?"
"Over there - over there!"
"No! There are also here!"
No one thought that when they looked at Xu Sulin’s memories, the Confucianist’s all directions and the seventy-two cities ignited a raging scarlet fire. The fire was still far away, and the jungle they were in was deep. If you don’t pay attention to it, you don’t know.
The robbery is one of the fierce fires. Unless it rains heavily, it will be extinguished with nectar. Otherwise, it will not stop if it does not burn the grass that burns around.
The thick smoke was born, the fire was like the water splashing on the surface of the water, and it quickly smudged around. It is far from the seventy-two cities that there are a few meteors flying to the four fields, but look carefully, where is the meteor? It is clearly a Confucian disciple who escaped from the sea of fire and flew out of the sword.
When everyone in the forest saw it, many of them suddenly lost their color and shouted: "What happened?"
Some people immediately turned to the poetry hall and screamed at the name of the companion. Xue Zhengxuan is also a face change, because Mrs. Wang is still there, she will not be the sword of the sword...
"A burning! Yu Heng! Menger will be handed over to you, I will go to my wife -"
The ink burned also was very heart-felt, nodded: "The uncle is going, leaving the aunt to leave, there is us here, I will never let Xue Meng have something."
Xue Zhengyi patted his shoulders hard and swept away from the poetry hall where the fire rushed.
Seeing the sudden chaos of this group, Xu Shuanglin quietly stood in the same place, suddenly opened a very bright smile, and he smiled and said: "The good tree is a scene of disappointment."
Looking back at the ink, see Xu Shuanglin hit a ring, let the radiant memory fragments like millions of snowflakes, gathered in his palm.
Surrounded by a sea of fire, the sky in the sky is still not closed, or the golden red melt is constantly flowing, spreading to the forest at a very slow speed.
The ink burned and stared at Xu Shuanglin, and suddenly felt chilling.
This person, the **** in the eyes, the rhyme is not right, this kind of eyes is too familiar with the burning...
In the past life, he was at the top of his life. He was in the empty Wushan Temple. After he died in the night, he often looked at himself with such a horrible eye.
Filled with madness and blood, self-destruction, want to let everyone bury their eyes for themselves.
"Do you want to ruin the Confucianism?"
When I heard the ink burning, Xu Sulin’s reaction was that the two toes were intertwined with each other.
Then smiled.
"What about it? I ruined my own home, and I got you in charge?"
"Your own home..."
Xu Shuanglin stepped on the melt stream and walked to Nangong Liu. He grabbed his back collar and picked him up from the ground. He raised his eyelids and said, "Yes, my own home."
He forced Nangong Liu to face his face, then raised his hand, in the face of Ling Qiaoguo sighed, the face of Nangong Liu, who was not as good as death, raised his other hand, slowly, one inch and one inch, from Start under the neck, slowly tear it, little by little...
Oh.
In the end, it was only a soft sound, and a delicate human skin mask made of a hundred years of snakeskin painting was uncovered, revealing the back, a face that Fang Hua no longer.
Nangong Liu first was shocked, and then trembled and shivered sharply. He was a sigh of relief, but he still struggled to pull a little bit of noise from his throat.
"You... are you...?! You... no... dead? You turned out... you turned out to be..."
"I am not dead, you are still alive, how can I die one step ahead of you." Xu Shuanglin said with a smile, "I have to force you too much everywhere, including the number of lives, you are rotten, I will live well." How? You and I haven't reunited for a long time, happy to say nothing else?"
He gave birth to a fire, and burned the skin/mask freely. The flame spread and burned to the tip of his finger. He didn't care, didn't feel pain, rubbed his hand and pressed the black fingertips. The lips of Nangong Liu, the girl said with a smile.
"The head of the king, I haven't seen it for a long time...or, I should call you... brother?"