Chu nightning eats a little support, and anger rushes: "What are you, you are a big man, you are not harmful when you say this..."

The ink burned and smiled more clearly: "That, since you are not jealous of me, is that I am jealous of you?"

Chu nightning is even more angry, not only angry, but also shame.

He couldn't tell the ink burned when he was killed. The color gourd turned into a dream that he had dreamed of, and the skin was somewhat pale. Not to tell the smoldering, in the dream of the past, how do they entangle themselves, sweating and fiercely doing / love.

The so-called person wants to face the skin, one of the most important things in this world is the face of his elders.

Therefore, Chu night Ning 拂 sleeves said: "If you talk nonsense, go now, do not allow you to stay here."

This ink burned out, and licked his lips, it seems to be a little wronged, but it is still a clever duty, the black scorpion looks at him, and takes the tip of his nose to lick the cheeks of the late night, very soft and spoiled. Meaning: "Oh, then I don't ask anything, good teacher, don't drive me away."

"The teacher respects the teacher, don't add a good one." Chu Xiaoning was soft and soft in his heart, and some of them couldn't, but they pushed his head, and said, "Do not scream."

"But if you only call the teacher, you are not close."

"Have it?"

Ink burns and follows: "Look, I used to call you a master before you go alone. If you call your master when you are alone, that's boring, right?"

Chu night is not fooled: "No."

"..." The ink burns a trick and fails to change a trick. Pulling the night of the night, Ning keeps calling, "Master, Master, Master." Each call is sweet and greasy, so that Chu Yuning The back is hairy. At the end of the night, I couldn’t bear it, and put a book next to it on my face.

"shut up."

The book is very thick, but it is very light and not painful.

The ink burned and laughed and took the book down, revealing the handsome face behind him: "I am afraid that I will call my habits like this, and people will accidentally call the teacher before. So, I still want to call them individually."

Chu night Ning Meifeng picked up: "You call other names, can you not get used to it, go to people to call?"

The ink burned and sighed: "Why don't you always bite the hook."

"..." was stabbed by the description of the bite hook. When Chu Ning became unhappy, he looked down at his book and ignored the apprentice who blew his eyes on the table.

This kind of peace of mind has nothing to do for a while, the smoldering is very lost: "I want to ask some from the Master."

"Ok?"

"Shi Yi and Xue Meng are called you Master. I also call you Master, there is no difference, I, I really don't want much, I want to discuss something different... Only I can call."

Chu Xiaoning stopped his movements and straightened up and looked at him.

"I don't call it often." The ink burns thick and long eyelashes and lays a thin shadow on the nose. "Occasionally... isn't it?"

"..."

"It can't be done." The ink burned more and more. "If you don't call it, you won't call it."

In the end, Chu Ning gave way.

It’s about a long time, and it’s ten years old. It’s still hard to hold back the young people’s soft and hard foam, and spoiled.

After looking at himself and nodding his head, the handsome man who smiled brilliantly suddenly felt a little deceived.

He seems to have been fierce all the time, clawing his teeth. But the final result is often that he is compromising, and he is steadfast in the ink.

He fished this fish for a long time, and finally he was still confused, biting this hook called ink burning.

"What should I call you?" asked the hook.

Chu night Ning Yu: "Any."

"How can I be free? This is a very important thing."

The ink burned for a long time, but the brain was scarce, and even a little rough, so I only had to say: "Baby?"

Chu Xiaoning immediately thought of the dream, and some could not stand it: "No."

"Chu Lang?"

Chu nightning is actually a bit disgusting, and sullenly asked: "...Do you need me to call you a burning girl?"

"Hahaha, it's not very good." The ink smirked and smiled for a while, and began to frown, but he always tried to force something too hard, so it was still very bad, "Chu Lang baby?"

After I finished speaking, I couldn’t stand it anymore. I held my forehead and I was desperate.

Chu night, seeing him like this, couldn’t help but smile: "Don't think about it, what do you mean by thinking hard, but it's awkward."

Mo-burning thinks that what he said makes sense, but he is not willing, and finally laughs: "When I wait, I must think about it and think of the most suitable for you."

After a pause, he pulled the night of Ning, who was standing next to the book, and climbed the back neck of Chu Yuning, letting him sit on his lap and staring at Chu’s night for a while.

Chu nightning is a little uneasy: "What?"

The ink burned and sighed and said: "No matter how many times you look at it, you can't help it."

"What mess is seven... oh..."

The words have not been finished, the lips have been caught, the soft, moist lips of the ink are touched, sweet and fragrant, he hugs the person on the leg, and the two are intimately in the chair. It was raining outside, and the sound of rain covered the sticky and shy sound of the lips and tongues.

When they came apart, Chu nightning slowly opened his wet eyes and wanted to see the ink, but he did not dare to look at it.

The ink burned and laughed, knowing that his face was thin, he couldn't help but hold him into his arms, stroking him, and his heartbeat was intertwined.

"In fact, it is good to call you anything."

"Ok?"

"Nothing." The ink burned and laughed, and finally, "The Master is the best."

Chu night Ning fell on his shoulder, this feeling is very sweet, but it makes him feel overwhelmed.

He sat on the ink-burning leg and could clearly feel the hard and hot thing. He felt that his head was smoking.

For a long while, he whispered: "How come you..."

"Cough, nothing."

"...I help you..." After saying this, Chu’s face was hot and feverish.

The ink burned busy: "No, I will go to the Presbyterian Church for a while."

Chu Xiaoning looked at the hourglass: "There is almost a time for tea, it should be..."

Ink burns: "Not enough."

"Ok?"

"...can't get it out."

Chu night Ning took a look, and then reacted, and his face was even redder.

He was busy getting out of the ink and stepped back.

After the retreat, I was a little annoyed. I felt that I was weak and I took a step forward.

The ink burned and looked funny. He sat in a chair and didn't hide it. Even though the clothes were covered, the place of desire still looked awkward and could kill people's lives.

"Don't tease you." The ink burned and finally pulled his wrist. He wanted to pull him over and kiss his lips, but the taste of Chu Xi Ning was so confusing. He was afraid that he would get caught up. Can not help but indulge, so in the end just holding the hands of Chu Yuning.

He took his hand to his lips and looked at the night, and then dropped the curtain and dropped a kiss. Very religious.

At the end, I gently licked the back of Chu’s hand.

"Master, you are so sweet."

The rain in the middle of the squad continued for half a month. This day was finally cleared and I saw the sun.

The ink burned on the deep and shallow water pool and walked among the bamboo forests. Today, I resumed the morning repair, but Chu did not come. I heard people say that he went to the back hill and went to teach a few stupid disciples to throw plum blossoms.

Before I even walked to the shooting range, I heard the cold voice of Chu’s late night: “The hand should be relaxed, the plum dart is caught in the index finger and the ring finger, and the spiritual force comes out from the fingertips, causing it to scatter at the fingertips. When the golden light is emitted, throw it at the target again."

"sand--"

Listening to the sound, the ink burned know that the disciples were empty again, and they all lamented.

"God, it's really hard."

"Elder, can you demonstrate it to us again?"

Chu night Ningdao: "When the golden light is scattered, the plum blossoms will be slightly hot, feel carefully, don't look at it with your eyes."

"Can you vote without looking?"

Chu Evening has not answered yet, just listen to a voice with a smile behind him: "Of course it can be approved."

Chu nightning turned back: "How come you."

The group of new disciples said: "Mr. Brother."

There is also a very delicate and lovely female disciple, and her face is red, and she clenches her fists with her hands.

The ink-burning disciples did not pay much attention to the disciples, but went straight to the front of the night, and said: "Is it better to be blinded to the teacher?"

"……it is good."

I got the permission, the ink burned off the hair band on my head, the three fingers wide, wrapped around the front of the night, the hair band is tight, but not the person, the silk touch is like running water, the hair band is micro-tip Hunting in the wind.

Chu night Ningdao: "Mei Dart."

The elders of the elders came up and handed their own plum blossoms to Chu Yuning.

Chu night Ningdao: "Three."

"Ah?" The disciple, though puzzled, still took two more from the dark sac and presented it to him. Chu night Ning's slender and cold fingers rubbed the plum blossoms with the cold metal texture, rubbed his lips, and then did not say a word, did not stop, only to see his fingertips, between the electric and the flint, the darts have been from him Sweep between the finger gaps -

"Hey! - Hey!"

The humming sound is crisp.

"Oh, hit! The bulls are red! But there is only one."

Chu night never snorted, and the ink burned lightly: "There are two more targets behind you."

The disciples who were new to the beginning of the news did not believe, and they turned back to look at it. At first glance, they were ashamed. The remaining two iron darts are left and right, deeply embedded in the target in the opposite direction, centered on the red heart.

In the sand bamboo forest, the morning lingering, the disciples of the scorpion were shocked and unable to speak, and Chu Yuning raised his hand and picked up the snow-blue ribbon of the blindfold. The phoenix was slightly stunned and the eyelashes were moving.

He returned the hair band to the ink and said: "The first sound of the square is the sound of the three plum blossoms colliding in the air. If the spirit is well controlled, two of them will be repelled. To attack, when you are in the war, you can often get out of it, so you have to take the lead."

All the disciples face each other, suddenly there is a young age, screaming with a sullen face: "Elders, this, how should I practice? Is there a flaw?"

Chu nightning said: "The ink burns, your hand gives them a look."

The ink burned and smiled and reached out. The young disciples gathered around and clamored to see what mystery was on the ink. The result was that for a long time, nothing came out, but the woman looked at it, in her heart. The deer smashed and the waves flowed.

She and a few sisters are just getting started, and my heart is still very quiet. I often go to the mountains to buy some free books. I have seen the "Unknown Clouds" that I have seen before in the evening. They have also circulated in private. The little girls were shy and surprised when they saw the size rankings. They laughed and laughed at each other, but they also whispered about it in the disciple room.

"I heard that the longer a man's finger is, the more powerful it is." There is a big sultry sister who said that he has a big chest. "The next time I have a chance, I will go to Mengpotang to eat, and I will squeeze in the ink." After the brothers, I want to see how big his hand is."

Later, the sister-in-law was really crowded. In order to make a meal after the ink burned, the running hurriedly hurriedly, and accidentally knocked over the soup bowl and poured half of the hot soup on him.

The little mouth of the girl grew up slightly, and she was sluggish and embarrassed. She didn’t know what to do. She saw a slender and symmetrical hand and walked away the bowl of hot soup in her bowl. Put it back on the countertop and then change it to a new bowl.

"Don't overturn, how wasteful it is."

Hearing his low magnetic voice, the sister did not even dare to carry it, his face was red, and his head was hot with the soup in the bowl.

From the beginning, she dared to sneak a sneak shot, aiming at his waist, the lines were strong, aiming at his clothes, his chest wide, of course, the most targeted is the hands...

"The best." After she came back, she couldn't tell the praises. In the end, she could only use these two words to describe it. At that time, all the younger sisters in the house didn't say anything, pouting, and their hearts were full of heat, full of thoughts and ambiguous thoughts.

Suddenly a cold voice interrupted her memories -

"What do you see?"

A disciple said: "The elders forgive sins, and the disciples are dull, they can't tell."

"Is it very powerful to go up the hand of the ink brother?"

Everyone was screaming, and it was her turn. She was blushing and nervous. She blurted out and said: "The fingers are very long."

"?"

The ink burned for a moment, and I didn't know what they were observing. I simply took back my hand, scratched my head, and looked back at Chu.

Although Chu Evening doesn't know what the finger length represents, but he is not a dull person, he glances at the look of the female disciple, and the vagueness in his heart is definitely not a good thing. His face is getting darker and his sleeves are cold. Road: "Is looking at something that is not there."

Seeing his faint anger between the eyebrows, the disciples were shocked and could not help but bow their heads.

The smoldering felt the stagnation of the atmosphere. He didn't want Chu to be said to be inhuman. Afterwards, he smiled and took the initiative to say, "Yes."

After he finished this sentence, he looked at Chu Yuning and said:

“The fingertips are worn out, crusted, and worn out. Repeated nearly a hundred times, you can accurately control the spiritual power. There is no shortcut.”

With them at noon, most of the disciples can master some of the roads, and Chu will rather stay more. It doesn't matter if someone else's apprentice makes a little bit of it, but if it is taught too carefully, it will not necessarily make the elders comfortable. Chu nightning is not a fifteen or six-year-old boy who has just left the mountain. These people are so sophisticated, he finally understands some.

He and the smoldering together took out the bamboo forest and came to the bridge.

They walked very close, shoulder-to-shoulder, under the sleeves of the fallen down, the back of the hand would always be honed, and the hearts of each other would be soft and soft, like spring buds sprouting.

No one was in the air. The ink burned and finally reached out and clasped the fingers of Chu’s lateness. Although it was quickly released, both of them had a thin red tip and a thirsty throat.

Speaking of the last night in the town of Wuchang, the chances of being alone can be pitiful.

Occasionally, the red lotus water has closed the door and entangled, and I have to worry about whether Xue Zhengyi will suddenly visit.

In fact, nowadays, only a short touch of fingers and fingers makes the fire in the chest. He whispers: "Master, can we go tonight..."

When the words were not finished, the front suddenly rushed to the individual, and the ink burned immediately stood up straight, and licked his lips, standing on the side and no longer talking. The man did not notice the strangeness. He came all the way and saluted: "The elders of Yuheng have urgent things to do, and the Lord asks you to go to the Danxin Temple."

Chu night Ning asked: "What happened?"

"The guests came, and brought important news. It was related to Xu Shuanglin. Xue Zhangmen couldn’t make up his mind. When all the elders were called in the morning to discuss it, they would be worse."

Chu Xiaoning heard the words of Xu Shuanglin, and then refused to be warm, and immediately went to Danxin Hall.

After the ink burned, he said, "Wait for me, I have played with Xu Shuanglin, maybe I can help."

The two of them quickly passed the light and rushed, and soon they arrived at the Dan Heart Hall.

Pushing the door into the temple, full of silence, in addition to Xue Zhengxi and the elders, there are two people in the hall standing with blood.

The sight of the smoldering fell on the sword behind one of them. I felt a little familiar. After a while, he squinted his eyes and his face changed abruptly: "Leaves forget?!"