MTL - The Husky and His White Cat Shizun-Chapter 32 This seat is yours, it’s all right.

Separated by heavy lotus leaves, when the ink burned, it was still struck by lightning. The horror was so stiff that it was on the spot, and the five-flavored bottle in the heart was broken and completely broken, and the face was cracked.

Thriller, anger, sour vinegar, violent, fireworks burst. He moved his lips, and he couldn’t say a word in his breath. He didn’t realize what he was angering. There was only one thought in his mind.

Can you touch people who have slept in this seat?

Chu night, you are the arrogant and extravagant in the table! You actually, actually...

He didn't react at all. In the rest of his life, Chu Xiening had no temptation to entangle with him. In a moment, the strings in his head were broken.

After all, for more than a decade, a lifetime, from birth to death.

When he was awake, he was able to work with ease.

However, under the circumstance, the soldiers were in a state of chaos, and the original form was revealed. He still subconsciously believed that Chu Yuning was his own. At this time, he clearly realized that he even remembered the feelings of his lips and kissed him. Not to mention the love of the ecstasy, the desire to entangle, the passion and harmony.

That is why he dared not think about it after he was born again.

Until I saw the back of the night, I saw the familiar figure, the shoulders were wide and the legs were long, the muscles were firm, and the waist was thin and powerful, soaked in clear water.

Those lingering that he deliberately avoided, tried to forget, and suddenly opened the seal, swept through.

The scalp is numb.

...he responded to this body.

And it is a strong reaction that can't be stopped at all, just watching, the lower abdomen is burning.

When he returned, he was already angry and shouted: "Chu Ning!"

Chu night Ning actually ignored him.

The two men supported his shoulders one by one, and the mist in the lotus pond was transpiration, and it was not possible to see the specific appearance of the two. But they are very close and the distance is tight.

The ink burned and slammed, and actually jumped into the lotus pond and slammed toward the water in the late night. When he approached, he discovered that

Then, it was actually a mech of two metals and a nanmu!

What is even more terrible is that they seem to be using the scent of the lotus pond water to convey the spiritual power to the Chu nightning, and the ink burns this headlessly, completely breaking the spiritual power field...

I don’t know what kind of circle is used by Chu’s late night. He is in a coma. He is supported by the golden light from the metal palm of the two mechs. The light is constantly rising and the wound is gathered behind his shoulder. It is obviously being healed.

The intrusion of the ink burned the golden light quickly, and what is even more unexpected is that this legal array will actually reverse!

I saw the golden light scattered, Chu nightning's wound began to be quickly eaten, he frowned, snorted, coughed out a blood, followed by the scars of the body began to tear, blood is like a haze, instantly dip the flower pool .

The ink burned.

This is Chu Yunning's "Flower Soul Sacrifice"!

He realized that he might...worried...

The spiritual flow of Chu's late Ning is a double-family system, and Jin Lingliu is like a "day question", majoring in attack and defense. Muling Stream is used for treatment.

Flower soul sacrifice is one of them, Chu nightning can mobilize the essence of flowers to heal the wound. However, during the operation, there must be no other people in the circle, otherwise the soul of the vegetation will be dissipated, which will not only have a therapeutic effect, but will intensify the injury. In serious cases, the night nucleus of Chu’s night is very likely to be robbed by the spirit of flowers.

Fortunately, the last generation of ink burned on the flower soul sacrifices, and immediately slashed and smashed the spirit. Chu Yuening, who lost the support of the FDC, was soft down now and was steadily supported by the ink.

The unconscious teacher is pale, his lips are blue, his body is cold and ice.

The ink burned him on the shore, and he couldn't wait to see a few more eyes. He took half of the night and took it back to the bedroom and put it on the bed.

"Master! Master!"

After several calls, Chu nightning never even twitched the eyelashes. Except for the slightly undulating chest, he looked just like dead.

Such a late night makes the ink burned to the past.

Inexplicably, I feel that my throat is awkward and my heart is in a hurry.

In the last life, there were two people who died in the ink.

Teacher. Chu nightning.

They are two, one is his lover who is convinced, and the other is the enemy who has been entangled with him for a lifetime.

After the teacher left, there was no light rain in the world.

What about Chu nightning?

I don’t know how to burn, he only remembers that day, the people in his arms are cold and cold, without crying or laughing, and joy and sadness are out of reach.

After the late night of Chu, the light rains, no longer knows what is human.

The lamp is bright and bright, according to the late night of Ning Chi and naked.

On the evening of the night, Yu Heng’s clothes were very tight on the weekdays. The collars were tight and high, and the waist was wrapped around three lines.

Therefore, no one has ever seen how his body hurts after two hundred sticks...

Although he was punished in the disciplinary court that day, the ink burned his eyes and saw the rod wound behind Chu Yuning. At that time, he only knew that the flesh and blood were vague and extremely fierce. But then he saw that Chu Ning had nothing to do and swayed around, thinking that he had probably not hurt his bones.

It was only at this moment that he discovered that Chu’s injury was far more serious than he thought.

The five mouths left by the ghost masters have been opened, and the deepest part can clearly see the forest bones.

Chu Xiaoning probably did not help people to change the medicine, they are all hands-on, the ointment is not evenly spread, and some places that are not enough have been inflammatory and festering.

Not to mention the traces of the blue and purple. Covering the entire back of the ridge, almost no complete flesh is seen, plus the anti-phagosis of the ruins. At this moment, the wounds of the Chu-Ningning are completely torn, the blood is flowing, and the sheets underneath are quickly dyed. mottled.

If you don’t see it with your own eyes, you won’t believe that you will stick to the bridge pillars and open a huge rain-enhancement enchantment for the disciples. It will be the front of you – this can be classified as a serious injury in the category of “old and sick” Injury.

If it’s not that Chu Ning has lost consciousness, I’m really trying to take a look at his collar.

Chu nightning, do you have self-esteem?

You are low, you are soft, who will stop you? Why do you have to twist your strength, you are so big, why don’t you know how to take care of yourself and be better for yourself?

Why are you not asking others to help you with your medicine?

You can let the two mechs help you to display the healing system, and wouldn’t you ask someone to help?

Chu night, you are stupid! !

Are you drowning?

He secretly cursed, and quickly pointed to the point of stopping bleeding. Then I took the hot water and wiped the blood behind it for Chu Yuning...

The sharp knife quenches and cuts off the flesh that has completely decayed.

First, Chu Xiuning was sore and sore, and the body bounced. The ink burned him, and he didn't have a good air: "What are you yelling! Owing, fucking? Then poke your chest with a knife, and it will not hurt if you die. One hundred!"

Only at this time, the ink burns to reveal the evil nature of the gods, and screams and drinks like him in the past life.

However, there were too many places where the white rot of the wound was ruined, and it was cleaned up bit by bit. Chu Xiaoning had been breathing low.

Even if this person is in a coma, he will try to suppress the forbearance, and will not cry out loud and cry, but his body is cold sweat, just wiped clean body, and is soaked with sweat.

After busy for half an hour, I finally applied the medicine and wrapped the wound.

The ink burned for the late night, wearing a coat, and holding a thick quilt, and put it on the hot teacher, this was a heavy relief. I remembered that Mrs. Wang’s medicine was still sealed in a paper bag, and she took the water and rushed the bowl of medicine, and ended up at the bedside of Chu’s night.

"Come, drink medicine."

He picked up the sleeping person in one hand, let him lean on his shoulder, pick up the medicine in one hand, blow it, and try to sip it first.

The ink burned immediately and frowned. The face was twisted into a buns. "Hello, so bitter?" But it was cool, and it was fed to Chu.

As a result, just half a spoonful was fed in, and Chu Yuening couldn't stand it. He repeatedly coughed and spit out the medicine, and most of them were splashed on the ink-burning clothes.

Ink burning: "..."

He knows that Chu Xi Ning does not like bitterness, and even some are afraid of suffering.

However, if it is awake, the elders of Yuheng who are dying will surely endure disgust, devour the medicine and drink it, and then sneak a face and sneak a sugar.

Unfortunately, Chu Xiaoning is comatose at the moment.

There is no way to burn the ink. It is not good to lose temper with an unconscious person. He has to bear the temperament and feed him a small mouthful of mouth. From time to time, he still needs to wipe the medicine at the corner of his mouth.

This is not difficult for the ink burning. After all, in the past life, for a while, he also used this medicine to drink Chu nightning every day, and at that time, Chu Ning also resisted, and the ink burned his head. Then he grabbed his chin and kissed him up, his tongue raging and invading, bloody...

I dare not think about it again. Some of the sloppy brooders that the last few spoonfuls of ink burned were spit out by the late night. Then he put the man on the bed and smashed the quilt rudely.

"I can do this in the best of my life. You don't want to kick the quilt at night, it's hot, if you don't care about it..."

He said half of it, suddenly tempered his temper and took a leg.

"Forget it, can't you keep me cool? I hope that the more you get sick, the more sick you are."

After turning around, I left.

Going to the door, I felt that a heart could not be placed, so I turned back and thought about it, and put the candle off for him. Then leave again.

This time, I walked to the waterside of Honglianchi Lake and watched the water lily that absorbed the blood of Chu's late night and became more and more beautiful. The irritability in the chest only increased.

He was angry and angry, but returned to the bedroom with his hands.

Like a rusty and aging mech, he walked around the house in a sly manner, and finally reluctantly stood on the bedside of Chu.

The moonlight is scattered from the semi-open bamboo window, and the silver glow is soaked in the face of the Qing Dynasty.

The lip color is light and the eyebrows are slight.

Ink burned and thought about it, closing the window for him. The sputum is very humid, and sleeping in the window at night is always bad for people. After doing this, the ink burned and swears:

Then fold back from the door, he is a dog!

As a result, he walked to the door and slammed, and Chu Ning actually took the quilt down.

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

So how can this person's habit of sleeping and kicking a quilt change?

In order not to be a dog, the 16-year-old stepping emperor was very patient and tolerated and left.

He said that it will never be folded back from the door!

So after a while.

- The emperor of the sacred gods opened the window and turned in from the window.

Picking up the quilt on the ground, and putting it on the night of the night, the ink burned and listened to Chu’s pain, which was unbearably low, and the twitching back, watching him curl up in the corner of the bed, no longer half a week. fierce.

With a "live" on his mouth, he also faintly moved his heart.

He sat on the bed at the night of Chu, and stood guard. Do not let people kick the quilt again.

Late at night, the ink burned for a day was finally unable to support, slowly tilting his head and sleeping.

This sleep is very bad, Chu nightning has been turned over and over, and the ink burns in confusion, it seems that he still heard him squatting low.

Shallow stunned, ink burning is also somewhat unclear on the eve of the evening, I do not know when it is natural to lie next to Chu night Ning, hugged the man who trembled. He groaned and slept, his subconsciously stroked his back, held the man in his arms, and softly dreamed: "Okay, no pain... no pain..."

The ink burned asleep, whispering, as if he had returned to the life and death of the previous life, and returned to the empty Wushan Temple.

After the death of Chu, he no longer embraced him.

Even the lingering nurturing of hatred, in the day-to-day coldness, makes him think that the heart is sore, and the ants who read it are heart-breaking.

But I want to read it again, and Chu Ning will not come back.

He lost the last fire in his life.

This night, the ink burned with the late night, half-sleeping and half-dream, and for a moment I knew that I had regained my life, and I was still in my life.

Suddenly, he did not dare to blink, fearing that he would wake up tomorrow, and only the empty pillows, cold and cold curtains. It’s a long life, and he’s left alone.

He is undoubtedly hating Chu Yuning.

However, when he was in his arms, his eyes were a little moist.

It was Thirty-two-year-old Teng Xianjun, who thought that he could never find the warmth.

"Good night, no pain..."

Consciousness, ink burns like the one before rebirth, stroking the hair of the man in his arms, whispering, a gentle sentence, so he blurted out.

He was too sleepy, didn't even realize what he said, called the other person, even when he said that he didn't have any thoughts when he said it, but it slipped naturally, and then the ink burned longer and fell deeper. Dream.

Early the next morning, Chu nightning eyelashes trembled and woke up.

He was a strong man and had a high fever overnight. He had already retired.

Chu discovered that he was sleepy and tired, and his consciousness was still vague. He was about to get up, but he suddenly realized that someone was lying on the same bed as himself.

... ink, ink rain? ? ?

Wherein the difference is wherein. Chu night, Ning, time was pale, but I couldn’t remember what happened last night. What’s more, he was able to wake up the ink.

The boy yawned, his clean and delicate face with some healthy blushing when he was asleep. He squinted his eyes and squinted at the night, and he was confused. "Ah... let this seat sleep for a while... ...when you wake up, go and cook me a bowl of egg-flowered lean porridge..."

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

What a mess, dreams?

The ink burned still faint, seeing that the night was not moving, and did not urge people to get up and cook porridge, but lazily smiled, reached out, pulled the face of Chu’s late night, and cooked on the lips. A bit.

"I can't afford it, this seat has just had a nightmare, a dream... oh... no mention." He sighed, holding a man who had been completely sluggish and stiff. The chin rubbed the top of the man in the arms and muttered, "Chu Ning, let me hug you again."

The author has something to say:

Commonly made sugar, sugar, sugar you want!

As for why the ink burns him, [night Ning], this is not a slip of the tongue. In the last life, he really called the teacher like this. As for why he is so intimate, please listen... Hey, I don’t know how many times it’s broken down. ! Hey run away.