Chu nightning did not confirm the matter of stepping on the emperor, nor did he talk much.

In fact, the look of restlessness on the face is the best answer. Nothing else needs to be asked. What's more, he is already extremely tired at the moment, and his mind is numb after being hit in succession.

After a long time, he broke away from the smoldering embrace and slowly got up. He didn't look at the burning of the ink, closed his eyes, and then opened his mouth, but the voice had a chilling calm. He said: "I want to go to the cave."

"..."

"Since another me, I have to set up this game, I want to see."

"...Do you know the truth, will you hate me?" It was almost a naive question, but the ink burned and asked, and after asking, he muttered again, "You will hate me."

Chu night Ning's eye movements, finally turned around and looked at him: "Take the emperor... What did you do?"

He did not ask "you", he used to step on the emperor.

Mo-burning felt alive because of this title, but this line of life is too embarrassing, he wants to try to hold on to one hand, but on the other hand, he is scared.

Chu night, the lips are light, and the scorpion picks up slightly.

"kill?"

The ink does not answer.

"Tucheng?"

The ink burns and closes the eyes, still not speaking.

Chu nightning thought of the dreams that he had done before, those spring dreams that once felt ridiculous and embarrassing, and thought of the man’s words and demeanor about the man in the Dragon Soul Hall. He had already understood the original reason, but the words were in the mouth, but they I can’t ask, but I finally said, “What about me? What am I with by his side?”

The throat is rolling, I want to answer, but I can't answer it.

The ink burned and fled for so long. If the net is not leaking today, he feels that he is a sinner standing on the torture platform and waiting to die. He is kneeling on the ground and can see the shadow of the executioner lifting the knife.

When did the people land? When do you land?

He suddenly didn't want to wait any longer, and he didn't want to escape any more. The process of waiting for the knife to fall was too long. He would rather touch the wall and die of blood.

The ink burned and opened, saying: "Go into the cave."

He moved his fingertips and seemed to want to take the hand of the late night, but in the end it was still hanging down, only licking his own clothes and walking in front.

Before he stepped into the Dongfu, he hesitated, then turned his head and smiled at Chu.

"Master."

Chu night Ning looked at him, and the man suddenly smiled so brightly, so warm. It seems that all hope and happiness must be squandered at this moment.

The rest of my life will never be used.

Chu night Ning suddenly was stabbed by this smile. He walked over, but he didn't know what to say. He was so confused that he raised his cold hand and touched the same cold face.

"..." The ink burned and slowly widened his eyes.

Chu night Ning sighed and sighed, holding the ink burning and then dare not take the initiative to hold his hand, like saying to the ink, but also like to say to himself: "I ... is watching you grow into today Looks like. So you, not him."

"You are not the same as stepping Xianjun."

The ink burned still, and it was stiff for a while before he smiled and his throat choked: "Well."

It is moistened before the eyes.

How can it be different?

He is the most evil person in the world, a ghost that escaped from the past.

But before all of this, I can get a kind of approval like this, and I think that God is really not thin. No matter what happens after Chu Xiaoning recovers his memory, he has no resentment.

He closed his eyes and took Chu's hand, took a deep breath and walked to the Dragon Blood Cave.

After stepping in, everything outside could not be seen.

The two looked around the cave and found that it was very small and almost the same size as the disciple's bedroom. In the empty cave house, there is only one small case with a rusty mottled stove on the top, which is the one that appeared in the picture. Smoked stoves are scattered with smoke, and ink does not like smelling incense, but the taste in this stove is not pungent, only the taste of Xifu Begonia is hidden.

"What is this spell?"

Chu night Ning shook his head: the voice was low: "...I don't know. This 'I' is not me today. He may not be clear because of some spells he will learn from the edge. Just like you, step on the fairy It is not necessary to use Liu Teng as a weapon."

He turned his eyes to the smoker that smoked the smoke: "Maybe you have to touch it to check out the person?" He said, raising his hand and tapping the shaft with his fingertips, but still no movement.

Since the ink burned into the cave, he has been watching Chu Ningning with enthusiasm and sorrow. Although he does not hope that Chu Ningning will restore his memory, he still said: "Since it is the illusion that "Shi Zun" leaves us two people, Maybe it’s useless to touch one person. You have to tell it, we both have come.”

"... um. Give it a try."

The two men turned to the left and right, and touched the finger on the fine wrap pattern of the smoker. The flowers in the cave were so full of time that the smoke was like a wave, and the whole cave was filled with instant, and the fingers were not seen. The ink burned did not think that the difference was so rapid, and was preparing to detain the hand of Chu Yuning, but the cloud was immediately swallowed up.

The ink burned: "Master!"

It’s too late, there is a spiritual power in this cloud, which is not the same as the power of the ordinary spiritual core, but it is extremely pure and powerful. He seems to be floating nine feet, and then all the limbs seem to be frozen, no Be controlled by yourself. Before even the sound was out of his own name, he tried his best to scream: "Master, how are you?"

The export is only a vague statement, and then it can no longer move.

The situation of Chu Yuning’s side is not much different from that of him. He evoked the name of the ink in the fog, and initially heard some responses, but it soon became dead.

"Ink burning?"

Chu night Ning was rubbed in the haze, trying to touch the edge, but there seemed to be some kind of spell in the incense burner, which made the space here infinite, and could not touch the end.

"ink……"

Suddenly, the throat was a glimpse, and Chu Ning was also like the smoldering. He was shocked that he could no longer make a sound, and soon he found that he was restricted not only by the voice but also by the action - he could not even Your own body. This feeling is like a dream before, he is still him in the dream, but the action and talk are no longer free, can only watch all the things in front of you, can not make any changes.

He couldn't help but be confused. If something is going to be said, it is not enough to set up a memory drawing axis. Why do you have to do this.

After a long time, the smoke gradually dispersed.

He opened his eyes and found that the original scene had disappeared. The swaying red candle was reflected in the shackles. He sat in front of a familiar table of sassafras, the table was clean, there wasn't too much, and there was a deep mark on the table - that was when he used to make the night god, he accidentally scratched it with a saw. .

... The cave actually turned into a red lotus.

Sitting in the night, he was still uncontrollable. It seems that this is like the virtual reality of Taohuayuan. The only difference is that he can't control the development of things. He can only be in it and repeat some past events that have already happened.

Why set this spell? What did you want to let him see in his previous life, and what do you want him to repeat?

It was too late outside, and two servants he had never seen before stood behind him, helping him comb his hair.

He was manipulated by the illusion, raised his hand, stopped their movements and said, "Don't comb, I come by myself."

The voice fell, only to listen to "Dangdang!", the door suddenly violently pushed away, Chu night would rather feel that he seems very reluctant to see this person pushing the door, so only sitting on the back of the table The head did not return, and even closed his eyes.

"Go out all."

A familiar voice came from behind.

The two servants immediately put down the comb on their hands, the basin, and the face was respectful and bowed.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The two went out with the waiter, and Chu Ning still didn’t look back and didn’t blink, but of course he knew who the person was, the voice, how could he be wrong.

Chu Xiaoning has a beast-like alertness. He feels that the person is approaching himself, step by step and two steps... Suddenly breathing is in the ear, with a strong alcohol, hot and hot.

"How come you haven't slept yet?" The ink burned behind him and asked dumbly.

Chu Xiaoning heard that he was cold and answered: "I am going to sleep."

"Oh... I saw it." The ink burned in his ear and chuckled. "The robe is off, and the crown is also removed. So I don't like this bundle. It's all the best in this life." Gold silk sewn, embedded with the best Yuhua stone, this seat gives you something better than the Queen, how can you not see?"

"..."

"Whether it is worth mentioning." I don't wait for Chu tonight to speak, and the ink burns on my own. "In any case, I don't like everything you give to you. You can't get me from the bottom of my heart." He said here, slamming Laughed, "But what about it? You see, you still have to be my person."

The ink burned and said, slamming out his hand, and smashing Chu’s body into his arms from behind, Chu’s body could not withstand such stimulation and anger, and finally opened his throat, so he could finally continue to watch. Everything before the eyes -

In front of him was a bronze mirror, and the reflection in the bronze mirror was inked and his figure. The ink-burning gold-red flamboyant dress, wearing a nine-pronged bead, is actually a wedding dress system. The man embraced him behind him, his face plunged down and began to kiss his earrings and neck.

Chu nightning shivered slightly, because of anger because of other.

"You don't move."

"Oh, don't shake it, how can the master want me to move?"

The threat is useless, and it is ridiculed. Chu nightning has to bite his teeth and say: "孽畜!"

The ink burned and laughed. His look was very obsessed. His handsome face was half-awake and half-drunk, and his lips could not help but grind the side face of Chu Yuning. The mouth muttered: "What about the animals? You see You are not completely at the end of the day... are you all..."

I don't know where the murder came from. Chu Xiaoning felt that his body had picked up something from the front of the case, and the reflexive rushed toward the back of the burning hand.

The ink burns and hurts.

He took the opportunity to break free and glared at the man in the lamp.

"Get out."

Chu Xiu Ning under the body saw it clearly, and it was a golden hair bun that he had brought to him. It was a charm of a man when he became a relative.

"Oh..." The ink burned his hand and looked at his **** wound. He first sneered, then sticked out his tongue, as if the poisonous snake spit, and licked the blood of the vertical and horizontal, and rolled into the lips and teeth.

There was a flash of light in his eyes, and the luster was full of animal nature. For a time, his face was no longer so handsome, but it was a bit sneaky.

"I can't think of your spiritual core is abolished, but you can also hurt this seat." The ink burns his lips and stains the blood, and he laughs out loud. "Chu Ning, you have sharp fingers, this seat is really small."

"……roll."

"Going around, do you only say this sentence?" The ink burned down the back of the hand, but he was not in a hurry to bandage. He seemed to enjoy the pain. His expression was quite abnormal. "You are so I like to spit on my seat. Today, in front of the guests in the hall, why don’t you say anything?”

"..."

"This seat is blocking your actions, but it does not seal your voice. You can swear aloud and let this seat not touch you." The ink burned again toward him, standing in a remote place. Ding, hold a handful of wrists that hold the hair of the night, and the strength is so distorted.

He grinned and there was bloodshot between the teeth.

"But what you did, that is, when the hands and the shackles were untied, the water of the scorpion was used to pour the half-sleeve sleeves of the seat."

The ink burned, and laughed out: "Master, you are so angry. At that time, why not call?"

"You... shameless!"

"This seat is shameless, but who is a gentleman? Xue Meng? I gave him an invitation today, but he did not want to come. If he came, what do you want?" "Would you like to ask for help when you go to the church, let him take you away?"

Although Chu Xi Ning, who was caught in this restoration scene, still heard the clouds, but his body obviously understood the ink burning, and he hated silver teeth and refused to scream.

The smoldering look at his anger, suddenly sticking out the **** tongue, facing his face and gently rubbing his ear.

"...!"

"Chu Ningning, do you know when you are the most owed/fuck? It’s time to use this kind of grievance and anger, and look at me." He glared at his hand and went down. "I don't believe you touch, Is it very big and very hot? Master, Yu Heng elders, Chu Zongshi - "a title is more respectful than one, but finally wrapped in dampness.

"Look, it wants you."

"Get out!"

"This sentence, you have already said the third time." The ink burned him like this, and his eyes were more malicious. "Today is a day of great joy, the top of the crowd, the same wife and beautiful wife... Ben The seat even hangs with the emperor and then accompany you. How are you still so fierce."

He paused, immersed in the evil, and finally quenched two words:

"Chu?"

"!!"

The night in the body is like a thunder, and his body is not so good. He seems to be disgusted by the two words, and the whole person is constantly shaking.

But the ink burned in laughter, and his eyes flashed with the light: "What's wrong? This seat calls you, are you happy to say nothing? Well, I have slept you for so long, if you are a woman, I am not like this. I’m going to play around every night, I’m afraid I’m pregnant, I’m pregnant, and I’m giving birth to a child. If you don’t give you a name, how can you make it to be served in bed again? This seat is not a good one. A reasonable person, hahahaha."

Under the wrath of Chu’s late night, he couldn’t say a word, and his eyes were black.

Is this anger and nausea that is this body?

The controlled body and the free spirit are strongly resentful, and Chu Yuning is almost disgusting and vomiting, and he is unbelievable.

Step on the emperor...

The burning of past life.

What have you done in the end? !

madman! madman! ! !

The ink burned enough, and suddenly caught the chin of Chu's late night, and kissed like a kiss, full of blood and smell. He rudely made the two wrists of Chu Ningning with one hand and brought Chu Yunning to the couch. Push it down and then lean over -

Chu nightning closed his eyes and shivered.

The hot and strong male body pressed down like a rock and pressed him tightly.

"Take your servant's responsibility." Ink ignited, "You and I are married now, you are my person, and you can't escape."