The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

Chapter 300: [The sorrow of death] The heart is like my heart

The Thunder's electric light shines in from the open temple door, and the face of the teacher's face is cut and dark.

In the glare of light and shadow, only those eyes are dark and heavy.

It seems that Zhu Rongtian can no longer light them.

Chu night Ning looked slightly changed, but he did not open his mouth to ask. At this time, the teacher’s words are hard to measure, but even then, the flames in his hands are still involuntarily dark.

This darkness was captured by the teacher.

He is like grabbing the floating grass in the whirlpool, and he is rather late to Chu: "Master, you don't really think that the ink is dead completely?"

"You really thought..." The teacher sighed slightly. "Take the fairy is just an empty skeleton?"

After a pause, I continued: "... Master, you should think about it. How can there be a body in this world that can think concretely like this, so stubbornly acting... Who did it? What did it do? I can't reach this point."

"..."

"Do you know." The teacher stared at the eyes of Chu Xiaoning and slowly spit out the secrets buried. "In the body of the fairy king, there is still a sense of soul."

"!!"

Before this sentence, Chu Yuening’s eyes have always been empty, like a dead body. After this sentence, the teacher clearly saw that the two phoenixes had a wave, and he was relieved, but still did not dare to be slow.

"Shi Zun also knows that my spiritual core is weak, and I can't display anything too powerful. So I can't control the chess game. However, the medicine has a way of medicine."

When the teacher said this sentence, it seemed as if he had passed the corpse of the sin after he committed suicide. Lying quietly in the tomb of Tongtian Tower...

At that time, he did not know what went wrong, and there was a blank in his mind. His sharp blade, how can he die?

The conscience of ink burning should have been swallowed up by the eight bitter long hate flowers! What else can afflict his heart and let him die?

"The past ten sects of the past sects attacked the dead, and after seeing the dead bodies, those people were supposed to divide his five horses." Shi said, "But I was persuaded in the crowd as a teacher of the medicinal sect. Keep that body."

Every time he said a word, he was staring at the change of Chu’s feelings.

"I can't lose his strength. So I managed to make him a dead man who walks naked. Although his ability will not be able to survive, but at least it can be used for the time being... But you know, probably because it was before death. He still misses someone, so there is a deep obsession in his heart. How can I empty his soul?"

The teacher slowly approached: "No matter what method I use to force the soul, then the soul can't be squandered. That's oh..." His words are clear, "he supports him with a vague mind, and goes to the soul of the Tongtian Tower."

"--obsessed with your soul."

The footsteps stopped and the division stood in the middle of the main hall.

At this time, he was able to see the other side's face, the tight lips, and the meridian meridians on the back of his hand.

He saw the pain and hesitation of Chu Yuning, and his tone completely loosened down. Slowly, he became calm again and again: "The soul is not reborn, and it is still in the body of the fairy." So after he was resurrected, he was extremely stubborn to you. As for the Master of Mozi... You should also feel that he was not so cared for when he was born again. His affection for you was born again later."

The teacher said while talking about the dusty truth, while staring at the look of Chu Yuening.

"Tian Xianjun has the most stubborn love for his past life."

He noticed that Chu's fingertips trembled slightly, so he licked his lips and snaked forward and stepped forward, his voice confusing.

"Master, you see, now I am nothing more than the last thirty people. With thirty people, you can change your life. Do you want to?"

The outside wind blew and screamed.

He waited for the answer from Chu Yuening, he thought, this is a good deal.

This man seems to be cold and dusty in front of him, but in fact he has been ruined in the two words of love.

He is convinced that he will promise.

After waiting for a while, Chu Xiaoning lowered his eyes and no one could see what his expression was: "...you said that there is a soul in his body."

"Ok."

"Give the last thirty people and let him lay the way home for you. Are you going to let him go?"

"This is the case."

"..." Chu Xiaoning did not answer immediately, but muttered, "So after I saw him, many of the words he said were from his heart."

People with weaknesses are very convincing, even if they are Beidou Xianzun.

The teacher is almost winning, he is more relaxed, he said: "Yes, it is his true heart. Although he is not the original complete ink, but at least the soul is there, at least he still has his own awareness."

"Master, listen to me once." He gently persuaded, "Don't do it. You, me, and him, all three of us will be much better."

Chu nightning still did not look up, he sighed: "...Shi Mingjing."

"Ok?"

"Do you remember that when you entered the division, what was the last wish written by the teacher?"

I was so stunned by this kind of ignorance, but the teacher was a bit stunned, but he thought about it and replied: "Looking at the pity, you have to return home."

After he finished speaking, he felt some ominous feelings and added: "However, I really wanted to treat the master as a family member. I am not talking about the return of the beauty seat to the country..."

Chu Xi Ning did not turn it down and asked: "So, do you know what his wish was when he burned his teacher?"

"...what is it."

Chu night Ning finally raised his eyes, he looked at the teacher, his eyes gradually became very cool, and the coolness was even deeper than the beginning.

"He said that he wants to have a **** like Wu Tian. In this way, you can save more lives."

This man is a mediocre person, as the family often said the lover's old wish. Then, when the teacher had not reacted, he saw the golden light in the hall, and the stubborn power was like a huge wave breaking through the air, and it was impossible for others to get close to the body!

The teacher slammed back to God and shouted:

"Chu night Ning!!!!!"

Twisted sharp screams, cracking through the roof tiles.

"Chu Ning! You are crazy?!! You are crazy!!!"

The teacher was desperate and furious. He tried to push the white man in the center in the glare that could not be blinded. The wood smoke was helping him, helping him, and advising him.

But what is the use?

"Crack, corpse. Receive, hey!"

"Don't - stop!!!! You stop me!!" Hearing the sound of the late night in the golden wind, the teacher became more and more crazy, and he witnessed a break. He screamed and screamed and snorted. pole.

However, when the golden light started and went out, the brilliant thorns of the eye-catching eyes were in the pupils, shaking the mottled light spots. everything is over.

The wind stopped.

Dead.

The late-looking corpse of the corpse was standing on the night, describing the sorrowful teacher.

The spiritual power gradually faded out.

After a while, they all heard the direction of the mountains in the distance, and there was a tumultuous sound of the earth's movements - that should be the sound of the corpse of the Emperor's Emperor being split into powder.

The teacher stared at Chu Yuning, and many fierce emotions were left in the face after the battle. Only his empty hatred and anger were split, and there was a trace of fear in the crack.

He does not know what he is afraid of. Can the fear of killing the ink-burning Chu nightning? Fear of the future? Fear... what fears.

It seems to be the end of the day.

The teacher finally muttered: "...dead?...he...dead?"

"Chu Ning, you killed him... He used to stop in front of you in Honglian Shui, ask me to do something to him, don't be against you... but you killed him with sorrow... You are so worried..."

The horror finally became a mad laughter. Although he didn't mean anything to laugh at, he just laughed and looked up. The wooden cigarette was crying around and he could not help but persuade him: "A Nan... enough... …enough……"

The teacher just smiled, smiled and smiled, tears fell two lines, golden, and fell to the ground.

"He is dead. Stepping on the king is dead... very good, it is over. Chu night, you can lose, you are unrequited, you can afford it."

Chu Xiaoning stood in the original place without any expression.

He is like a corpse, he is a corpse.

"Master, I missed you."

The voice of the teacher shivered.

"You are much more embarrassed than I thought."

Chu nightning did not move, as if lost the last heat.

He once thought that the ink had passed away, but he knew from the previous moment that there was still a soul in the world with a body and a fragmented ink rain.

But he also crushed the pieces into gray.

Yes, he is unrequited, he is irrefutable.

The boy, the young man, the man, the lover who would laugh or be full or broken. The only person in the world who does not fear him, respects him, and embraces his lover, the lover who uses his flesh and blood to block him from the disaster.

The one who replaced him and was swallowed up by the eight bitter long hatred flower, replaced him and became the lord of the darkness of the cruel king.

In the year when he was sixteen years old, he paid everything he had and protected his fool.

I can't come back anymore.

"When it rains, I want to save more oops."

"Master, pear white, please drink."

"I am very ugly to give you a teacher's ceremony... very ugly, ugly and ugly."

Late Ning. I miss you.

He once learned to write with a smile, and he has a lot of people in the world.

"To repay, don't take vengeance."

But in the blood of the corpse, he has been floating for two lifetimes.

Don't take vengeance... don't avenge...

"I don't have any ambitions. I learned the spells. When I have a problem, I can save more people."

That is the wish that Chu Zhongning said seriously when he was young and awake.

At that time, he had a great hope that if more people lived, it would be fine.

Before he was a stepper, he used to work hard and passionately to love every good life, and even to give his soul to gratefulness and to protect everyone who has treated himself.

"Although I am stupid, I will do my best and do my best. Master will not blame me for being stupid, haha."

In the memory, the teenager scratched his head and smiled. It was so soft with Chu’s late night. At that time, his splendid dimple seemed to be full of pears and whites, and he was drunk in his life.

Chu nightning closed his eyes.

The hand finally trembled.

In the blur and dizziness, there seems to be a breeze, kissing his wet eyelashes. He seems to hear the sound of stepping on the fairy, the rare low and gentle, the voice stroking the auricle, sighing at his side:

Fame, wish, blood, flesh, heart, soul, corpse, ash.

Sorry, I only have so many, I have sacrificed.

I tried my best.

Good night, you have to be good...

He blinked his eyes and looked up. The phoenix was already a smashing one. In this illusion, he seemed to have seen the sorrowful spirit of stepping on the prince, and his eyes were gentle and handsome. The smile was both happy and mourning.

"Ink...burning..."

The soul that was supposed to be as pure as the plum blossoms exuded Ying Yinghui. He leaned over and embraced him, kissed him, leaked from his outstretched palm, and finally burst into his arms.

"Oh no!!"

There was a Tianyin Pavilion rushing in, and the fire-browed eyebrows shouted, "Not good!!"

The wooden cigarette was the only thing that was calm in this house. She turned back with tears and screamed: "I know that there is something going wrong with Stephen, don't-"

"What?" The disciple stunned and then slammed his foot. "It’s not stepping on the fairy! It’s at the foot of the mountain! All the sects of the upper and lower circles are attacked together!!"