The ink burned almost the silver teeth, and the eyes were cracked: "Shi Mingjing!!!"

The sergeant's robes are squatted, and under the shadow of the moon, the clothes are flying.

He stood on the top of the forest, facing his face, and the handsome face was on the Huaguang slogan: "Walk, don't leave the teacher to wake up. If he wakes up and sees us standing here quarreling, I am afraid that I am not happy. of."

After a pause, he smiled and added a sentence: "Yes to Ai. Next time I meet, remember to call me Hua Binan, or call me a teacher - if, there is the next time."

This time, he finished, vacated, and his toes were light, and his time disappeared into the dense forests of Longxue Mountain, and he could no longer see him. The only laughter that is fascinating but cold is like a spider web falling down, with a faint glow, long-lasting.

"Teacher! - Shi Mingjing!!"

In the fog between the branches and the mountains, the priests did not look back at the smoldering, but the people in their arms, swiftly passing through the undulating cliffs, the cloaks flying, and the robes hunting.

He couldn’t tell the joy in his heart, and the eyes were bright. It is like a hunter who is full of rewards, waiting to return to the fruit of victory. But in the low-flying ground, I suddenly heard the people in my arms screamed in a hoarse voice because of the previous nightmare: "Ink burning..."

The sorrowful look of the teacher was slightly stiff, and then he narrowed his eyes, and his eyes were cold and seven points.

"...he has something good, it is worthy of you to do this for him."

But Chu Xiaoning couldn't hear it. He had a high fever, a clear and heroic face. At this moment, it was like a icy lake. He even taught people to clear some of the light blue blood vessels below.

Chu nightning said softly: "Ink burning..."

The teacher stopped and tried to stop. It seemed that because he had been for too long, he was anxious and depressed, but he took a moment to restrain himself.

In front of the unconscious Chu nightning, he was not as comfortable as he was in front of the smoldering. He stared at Chu’s face for a while, and he said, "Don’t remember, soon there will be no more smoldering. Later you Just follow me."

After a pause, he said again: "But I know that you are deeply in love. If you can't forget him for a while, it doesn't matter. After I have done something big, I will have enough energy to slowly kill you."

After saying this, he once again plunged into the ground and summoned the sword in midair, flying straight in the direction of the hero of the mountain.

The night was deep, and the place where the Confucianism gate was buried was quiet, and the moonlight sprinkled on one tomb. Those who were previously made into a cherished piece by Xu Shuanglin lost their spiritual power and never moved. They only stabbed in their position and did not move.

The teacher opened the door of Mount Lushan with the blood of the Nangong clan stored. He turned his eyes and saw that Nangong Liu stayed on the foothills.

Nangong Liu can not be considered a complete piece, just a semi-finished product, how much is still a bit of vitality. But this person has now completely lost his mind, but his mind is just a five-year-old child. The teacher does not have the leisure to kill him, not to mention how much he can use.

"My best friend, you are coming back." Nangong Liu Yizhen saw him, and he smiled, and the slightly fat face was really sincere.

Xu Shuanglin once recognized Shi Ming as his own friend, so Nan Gong Liu also followed him as his brother.

This title made the teacher slap a little, and then narrowed his eyes: "Do not scream."

"Ah..." Nangong Liu was stunned at him. "You don't like me to call you that?"

"I don't like it, just call me Hua Bi Nan." Shi Yan sullenly face, "Go, go forward, open the way for me."

"Where is your brother going?"

"..." There is nothing to be said about this five-year-old man. The teacher is impatient. "Take me to the secret room where Xu Shuanglin lived."

Nangong Liu took him away.

In fact, the secret room is not a secret to the teacher, but there are too many places where the blood of the Nangong family needs to be sprinkled along the way. Although he has storage, he holds a late night in his arms, and it is really troublesome to make it out. Not as good as Nangong Liu.

After going one after the other, Nangong Liu suddenly turned back and couldn’t help but be curious. He asked him: “Is my friend’s brother coming back with friends today?”

"Overnight?" The teacher was liked by these two words. The eyebrows relaxed slightly. He smiled. "Almost, it is overnight, but he will spend a lot of nights here. It should be said that he lives."

Nangong Liu will become more curious: "Who is he?"

The teacher thought for a moment and suddenly smiled: "Do you really want to know? Children may not sound inappropriate."

Nangong Liu will round his eyes, so that a middle-aged man's face has a childlike look, which makes people feel a little disgusting and somewhat funny.

They walked all the way to the front of the secret room, the door opened, and the inside was burning with a bright light. The room is quiet and simple, only picking up a bed, covered with thick saber-toothed tiger skin, with a snow crepe. There is a small table next to the bed, a shackle, and the other walls are empty, nothing else.

The teacher squatted Zhou’s night on the bed, and he sat on the side of the couch, staring at the face of Chu’s late night. The candlelight is bright and illuminates this familiar face.

When awake, the sword eyebrows enter the scorpion, and the phoenix eyes are born.

At this moment, the face is awkward, and a line is pulled to the lower jaw like a stubborn smoke...

Shi Yi didn't care about this. He only felt that he had survived for two generations, and Chu Ning and Mo was finally defeated in his hands. At this moment, Chu nighting lies next to him, and the ink-burning power is temporarily lost. He will soon walk into his own step, and his plan will finally be realized.

I was seeing God, and I heard that Nangong Liu had said it together: "Hey? This person is familiar."

The teacher yelled at him and said, "Who do you think he is?"

"Can not remember."

The teacher said: "This brother used to reprimand you and gave you embarrassment."

“Hey? Where?”

"It is on the hall of the Confucianism."

Nangong Liu Yanran said: "Ah, really?? But why don't I remember it?"

The teacher was silent for a while and smiled softly: "I don't remember it."

Nangong Liu did not know that he was profound, and when he slammed his head and licked the night, he suddenly said: "But he looks so good. He looks good with his eyes closed and not smiling."

The teacher smiled and said: "He is the favorite of the emperor, do you think it is not good?"

"What do you mean by pet..."

The smile in the eyebrows of the teacher is getting deeper and deeper: "When you grow up, you will know. Now, you can help me pick some oranges, and then burn some hot water... He has a bad temper, if he wakes up, Nothing to eat, I am afraid I will be even more angry."

Nangong Liu will be ready to go.

But when I walked to the door, I was a little embarrassed. When the teacher saw it, he asked him, "What happened?"

"Oranges..." Nangong Liu hesitated biting his fingers. "Do you know when your brother is coming back?"

His majesty in his mouth refers to Xu Shuanglin.

Shi Yan would naturally not say that Xu Shuanglin was dead with Nan Gongliu. He smiled and said: "You are obedient and do things well, and it will take a long time to come back."

Nangong Liu’s eyes lit up, and immediately picked up the small bamboo rafters beside the secret room door and went out to pick the oranges.

When the teacher looked at the place where he left, he smiled for a long time: "It's interesting. When there is a god, when the brothers smashed the wall, they didn't have the wisdom, but the brothers and brothers were congratulated... I really have a lot of things in this world, only clean when I was a child. Once grown up, it’s dirty when it’s a dispute.”

He said, looking back, stroking Chu's cheeks.

"You see, most of the people in the realm are people like him. It's not worth your care." The fingertips traced the face of Yingying, and the teacher sighed. "Why are you suffering for these people, swearing, cutting off the soul, tearing? Cracking time and space, bearing the burden of humiliation... Fighting with me for two lifetimes?"

Chu Yuening in the sleep of nature will not answer him.

The pain and the nightmare of the past life blew him, making his cheeks hot and his eyebrows close. The teacher squatted for a while and took out a bottle of silver bottle filled with musk dew from the sacred sac.

"This is for you to drink a little." Shi Yan opened the fragrance. "I know that you will dream about the past life. I also knew that you would come at Xuanyuan Pavilion, so I specially let them take the musk dew to sell." ...... I want you to be better, but I don't want to teach people to be suspicious. So you see, follow me than to burn with ink? This kind of priceless gadget, as long as you make me happy, I am every day. I can give you a taste of it. But what can he give you, he will only fight."

The fragrant dew drops into a small white porcelain, and it is close to the lips of Chu.

He was fed with medicine and went to his hard-won battle for a while. The teacher suddenly thought of something and his eyes lit up. He rummaged through the Qiankun bag and finally found a dark sash. He covered the shackles on the eyes of Chu Yuning and applied a curse to completely cover the other's eyes.

After doing all this, he slowly got up and picked up the chin of Chu’s late night and looked around. He was very satisfied.

"Well, it really looks good. It's no wonder that the last generation of ink burns like you are tied to you. It is not bad to learn a student occasionally, at least he is quite interesting in this regard."

The smile of Shimei has always been very gentle, and it has never been different. His fingertips slowly licked Chu's chin, his lips, his nose, and finally fell on his blindfolded black belt.

He used the kind of chilling soft voice to say: "Master, wake up soon. I... I just thought of a very interesting trick. When you wake up, it’s better to play together, okay? ?"