After saying this, Stepping Jun moved his fingers, and the little dragon immediately wrapped his body tighter. The face of the teacher changed, and it was obviously painful, but he always loved his face. Even at this time, he tried his best to maintain his position.
"Ink burning, how dare you look at me?"
Stepping on the fairy, he smiled and said: "Interesting, you have to say, what is there in this world, is this seat dare not do?"
"..."
"Introduction. This is the separation of the Lushan Demon Dragon. I only listen to the orders of the Nangong family." Stepping Xianjun glanced at him. "You still don't know how to converge on the site of this seat. It’s really awkward.”
The division of the forehead horns and nucleus bursts, it is obviously not light. However, he did not think that the blood of the Lushan Mountain could be used in this way. He was taken care of for a while, and he did not dare to be too arrogant. He said: "You have given me this disgusting thing."
Stepping on the fairy did not say anything, staring at the place where the dragon was entangled and watching it for a while, then sneered: "Then you must first guarantee that you will never take this disgusting thing to your seat."
The bed was irritated and was irritated. The teacher yelled at his face: "Who do you say disgusting?"
"Who is tied?"
Chu nightning: "..."
After looking at the tied Lin Yuning, Stepping Xian frowned and changed his mouth: "Whoever is not wearing clothes is who."
Chu nightning: "..."
Too many misunderstandings, stepping on Xianjun simply waved his hand: "...this seat did not say you."
The teacher said: "It’s ridiculous to burn."
But to put it this way, he still put his bathrobe on the face, and then raised his eyes to the ink: "Well, now you can unlock it?"
"No hurry, you go out first, go farther, go to almost the back mountain, it will open itself." Stepping Xian is lazy, "but this seat reminds you, if you next time you have your heart to this seat." The man is moving the foot... It’s already familiar with your taste, even if you’re outside the mountains, it will catch you and strangle you.”
People are invincible, and it is invincible to step on the heights of Xianjun.
The teacher left.
In the house, there are only two emperors and Beidou Xianzun.
Stepping on the fairy, go out and reach out -
Then he saw the eyes of the late night, obviously with a sharp edge and hostility, but with some wet eyes. He reached over and it was probably the imprisonment of those years that made him think of his tyranny when he was standing up late, almost in taut.
"..." Stepping Xianjun sighed slightly in his heart, but he did not know what it was because of his soft heart.
He touched the forehead of Chu Yuning.
"Not so hot just now." There is not much expression on the face of the stepping fairy. "Others are abolished, and the medicine is really good."
After a pause, I said coldly: "I won’t let the scorpion insult you in the future. No one can touch it. You can rest assured."
He did not know that the memory of Chu Xiening at this moment had been cleaned by the teacher, and he had returned to his previous life for a while, so he did not know how much his own words gave Chu Jingning a big horror.
The smoldering actually turned out to be a scorpion...
Stepping Xianjun did not pay attention to the look of the late night, in fact he has been avoiding looking directly at him. He knows himself. If you look at this scene for a few more eyes, you will lose control. However, it is definitely more unbearable to do it in the state of Chu’s late night.
If you change to the past, he probably won't have any pity.
But he alone, in the other world, has been so lonely for so long, and he can't be the master of death and death. He can only live like this.
Once again, I saw Chu Xiaoning, and his cold heart seemed to have a faint warmth. It was this warmth that made him not as violent as he used to be.
He untied the ropes for Chu Yuning, and when he saw the bright red marks on his wrist, he even subconsciously sighed twice. But he immediately realized what he was doing, so he stopped.
He really didn't know what happened to him.
After a while, Shi’s memory disorder spell gradually weakened, so Chu’s eyes began to be a bit confusing, but in this faint stun, he was still pale and endured the pain in his skull, saying: Ink burning..."
"..."
"He is back."
It is a dream that is no longer important, but a long-cherished wish in my heart.
Chu Xiaoning is almost hoarse: "So... don't hate any more."
Stepping on the fairy is looking at him.
It’s about to think that this dream will be in the middle of the night, and Chu’s night smashed his eyes, raised the red mark, and touched the face of Xianjun: “Look back.”
There seems to be something in my heart that collapses. I stepped on him and stared at him without looking at it. It was also floating on his face, and it was like a cloud of smoke.
Chu night Ning squinted, it was a bit sobbing.
"There is no road ahead, go back... Don't go any further." He held his cheek and floated in the two times of life, Beidou Xianzun, looking at the already immortal, the emperor, the two lives. In the past, they have all been broken. Chu Yuning’s voice is hoarse, “Inflammatory, how cold your face is...”
It is as cold as ice.
If I can, I am willing to be a wax torch, waiting for you to look back at the fork in the winter night. I am willing to burn my life and follow the path of your return home.
But why are you so cold...
I don't know how long I can burn. If I am exhausted, I will burn it out. If you wait until I am extinguished, you still refuse to look back when you are in the dark. What should I do?
Chu Xiaoning's fingers trembled slightly and closed his eyes.
He stood in his life, no friends, no friends, and he was not afraid to leave.
Just thinking that maybe he burned his life's heat, and he couldn't warm the cold heart, he felt very embarrassed. Thinking that if he was extinguished, the young man would feel that he should live if he wanted to turn his head back and look for the direction.
Wait a day or more.
Maybe tomorrow, the ice will be gone.
The man will look back, walk from the endless night, and walk towards the light.
In the next few days, the remnant influence of the curse of the sorcerer's curse, coupled with the fluctuations of the memory of the two dynasties, the days when he was awake, he slept less, and he woke up every time. They are very loose, and the things they know are also fragmented and incomplete.
After Tang Xianjun understood the original committee, he felt that this was quite a worry. Chu Ningning is now confused, so good. The first day of bullying is awkward, and the next day you may not remember the previous things. And because of the broken memory, Chu Xinning always thought that he was dreaming, so he was less alert than usual.
The sharp-eyed cat has a taste, but the white cat who sleeps in a milk dumpling is also rare.
I have to say that he thinks Hua Binan has done a good job.
"How many things do you remember today?" This became a sentence that he would inevitably ask Chu Yuning when he woke up in the morning.
And Chu Evening often frowned and asked him: "What."
He had a patience and tireless answer: "Your memory is still only in the last generation, after we got married, or did it become another day?"
At this time, most of the time he will wait until the late face of Chu is rather embarrassed, and there is a deep sentence: "Ink rain, what crazy you are."
It’s not a good word. In the past, it’s necessary to go up.
Stepping on the fairy is now a slap in the face, but the tail is gentle, and then the other hand keeps up, picking up is not like a slap, but holding the other's face.
He sneered, but there was a slight satisfaction in his eyes: "Good. If you keep doing this, it would be better."
He really didn't want Chu to think of things in his life, and he didn't want him to think of the drizzle that became a master. As long as Chu Yuning has always been so confused, they can return to the Wushan Temple that year, no matter how much he hates him, they both can spend the day and night together.
His master, his lateness, is his own.
Hua Bi Nan ridiculed him: "I even eat my own vinegar, my heart is not as good as a woman."
Jealous?
Stepping on the fairy thought, does not exist. Just a piece of livestock, a thing that has been with him for a long time, will give birth to feelings similar to "habits."
That's all.
On this day, the mountain was fine, and the fairy squad forced Zhou Xiening and himself to linger in the afternoon of the orange blossom tree. He looked at the small white flowers with fragrant and fragrant flowers, lazily sighed: "It is missing some taste, if the sea otter Enough."
Chu night Ning's knowledge is vague, still thinking that this is his own night dream.
So he said: "Why are you, why are you so picking up in your dreams?"
Stepping on the lawn, he stepped over and put his head on his knee. Four eyes are opposite, stepping on the fairy road: "Consistent. Right, this seat is hungry, go back later, you give this room a bowl of porridge."
"..."
"To egg-flower lean meat porridge, egg flowers should not be too cooked, porridge can not be too thick, just put a little bit of meat. You will do it? Teach you many times."
Ningyuan did not want to go to Chu, but he was hard-pressed and hard-working. Later, I had to go with him to the back hall of the Sacrifice Hall.
Chai was born, the rice was clean, and the water began to boil. Stepping on the fairy table, sitting on the small table, looked at the look of Chu Yuning in front of the ring and sullen and helpless.
Fortunately, Chu nightning thought it was a dream, so I didn't plan to spend too much energy to resist.
And when you step on Xianjun, he knows that this dream will eventually break, so it will be cherished more than any time before.
The water rolled, and the scent of rice and meat floated out under the wooden cover.
Stepping on the immortal posture, hands folded on the chin, he felt that he had a lot of words to say with the late night, but also felt that it did not make sense, said it is also a loss.
In the end, he moved his mouth and said that he was low and lazy. "Hey."
"Ok?"
What to say?
In fact, he did not know, so he thought about it and solemnly said: "Remember to put salt."
"... let go."
"That kind of remember to taste salty."
"..."
Stepping from the black to purple eyes, there is a hint of teasing and relaxation: "Don't count on the salty death of this seat." He said, got up and walked to the night of Chu, and looked into the pot, then suddenly lifted The hand, from the back, embraced the warm man.
He licked the nightmare of the night, and he dropped his eyes: "This seat still wants to torture you forever."
"Ink rain -"
Feeling the rigidity of the man, he was even tighter, not even holding back, kissing his face on the side of the neck, and the long eyelashes were lightly moving: "What? This seat taught you how long the porridge is, you Still not willing to cook a bowl of porridge in this seat?"
Chu late Ning was blocked by the robbers and gangsters, and there was nothing to say. It was hard to think of some harsh words that could be refuted, but only opened up, even if the sounds were not issued, they were blocked by the lips that Xianjun had brought over. It’s rigorous.
He took the fire he had recovered and returned to the warm spring.
In the pyrotechnic flavor of chai oil and salt, he is already a living dead body, indulgently and affectionately kissing Chu nightning, cold lips wrapped in warmth.
His master, his late Ning, his Chu Yu.
No one can take it, no one will give it.
Kissing to the fierce place, stepping on Xianjun's mind is dim, put people at the table, and from time to time to go over and kiss the two already red lips, while reaching out to pick up the clothes of the night.
He used to do such a confusing thing, and he was interested. Even if someone is in a hurry to ask for it, he will not care.
Once the most insane, he suddenly began to want to read in the day, in the Wushan Hall, and the late night of the Chuan Ning, who had just been shackled, and the monk did not go to the monk, because the Yellow River monsters could not stop asking for a glimpse. He was finally annoyed, and he ordered the people to put down the curtains and let the monks come in.
He continued to encroach on his master's respect on the summer couch carved by the lobular rosewood through the layer of tulle and the crispy bead curtain.
"Don't make a noise... I said to the outside world, I am calling Chu Guifei to be pampered, and I will leave you a face." At that time, he was pressing on the night of Chu, and he gasped, "If you Shouting, and those who are vultures will know that the person who goes to bed with me is you."
"Ink rain..." The people underneath are shameful to the extreme, their eyes are red, "You are confusing!"
[Climb a small crab here, see the old place]
At this moment, in the depths of the Lushan Mountain, Stepping Xianjun stared at the face of Zhang Qingning, the late Qing Dynasty.
He silently recalled the things of the year, but his heart vaguely raised a narrow curiosity - he did not know whether there was any doubt in the late Qing Dynasty, why did he have such a strong energy, and Song Qiutong did not.
In fact, although he has been fortunate enough to have the woman, he can always eat wrong, and he does not want to have a child with Song Qiutong, even if he is happy, he will avoid letting her get pregnant. Perhaps because of his origins, he always felt that there should be no children with two people who have no deep friendship and can abide by their lives.
But it is also strange to say that he is so disgusted with the night, but he always thinks about it. If his Chu Yu is so favored by himself day and night, he can bear his bones.
Conquest of desire?
Revenge?
Possession? It is still a more humiliating punishment than being seized.
he does not know.
In such self-paralysis, he sang again and again with him and went to the abyss of sin and sin.