The execution ground is solemn. The smoldering core fragments of the ink were continuously extracted and dug.
One after another.
He was patient and patient, and he endured awkwardly. It is one thing to pay for sin. It is another thing to show weakness. He does not want to call for pain in front of the wood smoke. He is like a rock.
The pain is too deep, and the bitter sea is floating.
Suddenly, I heard a voice, and the spring thunder exploded in the skull.
"Ink burning!"
Impossible, how is it possible?
How could it be him……
It must be that I am too painful, my heart is hallucinating, and my mind is blurred.
"Ink burn!!"
Surrounded by the hustle and bustle, it seems that some people are exclaiming, in the hustle and bustle, the sky is blasting, and the hand of the wooden cigarette has stopped.
The ink trembled and looked up with the utmost strength -
He saw his god, the dragon, and he swooped down from the sky.
He saw his **** in white robes, and if he was a fairy.
Closer, the face next to the dragon's horn became clear, and the burning heart suddenly hurt, which made him more painful than the knife.
He saw his **** crying, Chu nightning...he was crying.
"Master...respect..."
The blood flow of the wound in the chest is like a note, the ink burns and struggles, and the ring buckles.
Chu night Ning jumped down the dragon, and in the moment before falling to the enchantment of the penalty platform, the paper candle dragon turned into a dazzling golden light and returned to the spell.
"Yu Heng!"
"Master!"
"Yuheng Elder!"
Everyone in the stands of the dead and the dead stood up, and the other martial art people also started to stun, and even the people in the cloth were shocked: "Is this the rumored Beidou Xianzun?"
"It is the master of ink burning!"
"Don't they say that they are broken?"
Chu’s eyelids were originally red, and they collapsed when they saw the blood and spiritual debris in the silver plate.
He was hoarse in his throat and wanted to talk. He had already swallowed before he opened his mouth.
"You... can't do this to him..."
Four stunned.
"What is he saying?"
"Is he crazy? Ink is a murderer who is mad!"
Every sentence is like a sharp knife in the heart of the late night, and every accusation is like the awl does not enter the chest of the night.
It hurts a lot.
Chu Xiaoning looked at the Tianyin Pavilion enchantment, the black scorpion wet, silently staring at his man, the man who was opened and distracted, and the spiritual core was damaged.
When I was pointed out by a thousand people, I still didn’t know the man I was blind.
So stupid.
Chu night Ning lips twitching, trembling.
His hand was attached to the transparent enchantment of Tianyin Pavilion, and he choked: "The wrong decision... the wrong decision..."
Don't take the dagger and tie him, tie me.
Tie me...
The road is ruthless, and the ink is light and rainy.
In the past life, the human population was arrogant and he hoped that he would not die. In this life, day and night are hard to escape, and I can’t escape my inner condemnation.
Who knows the truth?
The wooden cigarette seemed to be in a hurry. After the initial horror, the sharp knife was lifted immediately. The tip of the knife dripped blood and the stars were a little bit.
The ink murmurs: "Don't look."
With a bang, the dagger entered the atrium again and the blood flowed.
Chu nightning's pupils suddenly gathered, after a long while, bursting like, humming and hoarse wearing clouds: "Don't-!!!"
The golden light is coming, and the hurricane is rising.
Tian asked to be called out, and a whip fell. The dozens of high-ranking disciples who kept the enchantment in Tianyin Pavilion could not bear the blow. They vomited **** and the enchantment broke. In a dazzling brilliance, Chu Xiuning held his own sparks of sacred martial arts and rushed straight toward the center of the penalty platform.
"Someone wants to rob a prisoner!"
"Chu will rather rob the prisoner!!"
When the wooden cigarette was separated, the spiritual core fragments in the hard disk were incorporated into the Qiankun sac, and the head shook his head and ordered: "Block him!"
"Yes! The owner!"
The golden wave of Tianyinge swarmed up and collided with the spiritual flow of Chu’s late night. The monks in the stands were shocked. They never saw the appearance of Chu’s night.
Crazy, compassionate.
There is no more reason.
Seeing that the late night was closer to the Ning, the wood smoke was cursed from the low voice, and the eyes flashed through the frost. Finally, a broken spiritual core was found, and the income was in the pocket of the sacred sac, and then the robes were hunt and returned to the late night with Chu.
"Chu Zongshi, do you really save him? You want to be clear, this step is going down, and you will be famous from here, you will be with him!"
The sword illuminates the apricot eyes of the wood, and she stares at him.
The sky asked to kill the blade of the wooden cigarette, and the streamer splattered.
Chu Xiuning is a word that is broken: "That, let me stay with him!"
The history is neat and complete, and the hero is scored.
But I just want to be with you, lying in the tyrant's biography, and rotten on the fierce list, it's all good.
I don't want future generations to mention us, to treat me as God and to refer to you as a ghost. I don't want to write about you in the later generations of this book.
If I can't sink you for you.
Ink burning, ink rain, stepping on the fairy.
I am willing to be reviled with you.
Hell is too cold.
I burned, I am coming to marry you.
Between the cloud and the air, the dazzling light and shadow has seen people in a mess.
On the stage, I was ignorant of it. In the chaos, I only heard the words "铮!铮!", and Tian asked to break the chains that were bound by ink.
The ink burned down to the ground and fell into the warmth of the late night.
His blood was reddened by his white clothes.
From the beginning, there was no tears, and the ink that had been smashed by the chest and not swallowed was finally broken at the moment. His hand trembled and lifted, and fell again.
He wants to hug Chu Yuning, and then wants to push Chu Yuning away. He is eager to look forward to not separating from Chuchun Ningbi and Huangquan, and he is deeply eager for everything in Chu’s night, which is good and always clean. It has nothing to do with your own dirty.
So he didn't know if he should hold it or should it be separated.
A pair of hands trembled for so long, and finally carefully took the back of Chu Yuning.
The ink burned and cried.
He said: "Master... Why don't you blame me... Why do you want to save me..."
Chu nightning only felt distressed, and he held the person in his arms tightly, and he no longer wanted to look around. Everyone looked at them and said a thousand words, but they didn’t know what to say first.
"I am so dirty... I will stain you too..." The smoldering whispered, the words are full of **** smell, the more he cried, the more sad he was, the man who never showed weakness in front of others, in the late evening There is no armor in my arms. "But I am afraid that you will not want me. If you don't even want me, I really don't know where to go..."
The broken one is the nucleus of the ink burning, and the thorn is the burning heart.
But this time, Chu nightning actually felt that his heart was also smashed, shattered by the delay, and **** and fuzzy.
It turns out that one tendon and one bone are all closely connected.
A large number of monks around the Tianyin Pavilion surrounded them, and they were wrapped around them, pressing hard.
Chu night, white clothes, blood, a hand-held day to ask, holding a burning in one hand.
Many black and white in the world, it is not easy to say clearly.
Self-righteous justice is too much.
There are also a lot of calculations.
Therefore, Qu Zihuai, Luo Luo water weep. Wu Mu is awkward, and the storm is resentful.
They can still be innocent and innocent, but more juvenile hearts? Not every sin can be confided, and there is a black one, and there is no one who will never turn the case.
Chu nightning held his ink, he whispered: "Don't be afraid, I won't want you."
"Master respect..."
"I will always be with you, live or die, I will take you home."
Losing the healing mantra, the burning consciousness became more and more faint, and the heart became more and more painful. But when he heard this sentence, his whole person was shocked, and then his lips moved, his tears rolled, but he smiled.
"You treat me so well, my basket is full... I am very happy..." He paused and his voice gradually fell.
"Master, I am so sleepy... I am cold..."
Chu Xinning’s body trembled inexplicably. He held the ink-burning hand harder and continually sent his own spiritual power, but it was useless.
Just like the past, Kunlun Mountain, stepping on the immortal, holding the dead himself, trying to save his life.
Useless.
Chu night Ning is very heart-felt, Fengyan wet red, tears silently rolling down, but still touch his hair, sideways, kissed his wet cold forehead, hoarsely said: "Don't sleep, you tell me, what? basket?"
Those who are close to each other are full of vigilance, inferiority, cold, alert, disgusting, disgusting.
so what.
Nothing is important anymore.
Reputation, dignity, life.
For the rest of his life, he saw his ink burning into the abyss, but he was helpless. He only felt so painful and felt that he was failing like that.
It is he who is late.
The ink burned gently, the consciousness was gradually dissipated, the blood flowed more and more, and the body became colder and colder. He said softly: "I only have a small basket... there is a hole in the small basket... it is empty... Fishing for a long time..."
He subconsciously wants to curl up.
The white lips groaned and choked.
"Master...the heart hurts..."
"You hug me, beg you."
Chu night Ning’s heart hurts like a twist, and can’t help but say: “I’m holding you, it’s not hurting, it’s not hurting.”
However, the ink burning has not been heard, and the consciousness of ink burning has become chaotic.
It’s all messy.
Like the child who was helpless in the wood-chambered house many years ago, like a child who was eating and drinking, like a child who was ruined on the post, the mother rotted and screamed, crying and crying.
Like never returning to the past, the emperor.
Like the Tongtian Tower, the lonely figure.
Like the sword, he went back to the soul of the Mo Zong teacher.
Like a rainy night, the man who wets his pillow on the couch.
"I hurt so much... really hurts..."
"Master, have I paid off? I am already clean..."
More and more blurred.
"Master."
Finally, the child, the boy, the demon, the tyrant, the little apprentice, sobbing, slowly, screaming.
"It’s dark, I’m so scared... I want to go home...”
Chu nightning has been listening to him, and at this moment, it is already crying.
Ink burning, ink burning, why are you so stupid?
What pays off, what is clean...
I owe you.
No one knows the truth, even your own memories are erased.
But I finally know -
I finally knew that you only used my apprentice for a few months, but it took two lifetimes to protect me.
Carrying all the nicknames, crimes, misunderstandings, and jealousy.
Forced to become crazy, crazy, bloodthirsty, dirty.
If you don't have you, the person who is on this sinful sin today should be me, the person who is ridiculed... and it will be me.
It was the emperor who used his own soul to protect the night jade.
From then on, he will always be dark.
And he stays bright.
It’s all wrong.
At this time, the essence of Tianyin Pavilion is like a cheetah that has been turned around for a long time. It finally broke out, and the claws tore the air, and more than a hundred people rushed to them!
Tian asked Jin Guanglie to pale, white to glare.
"Kill them!"
"Block them!"
Chu nightning closed his eyes.
Surrounded by all sides
The surrounding crowds attacked and attacked, and in the shadow of the sword, Chu night was stunned! Then he sank with one hand and five fingers open, and the hurricane rolled up. He shouted: "Waisha, call!!"