The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

Chapter 236: [Dragon Blood Mountain]

After coming out of Lushan, the ink burns like a clay sculpture, his eyes are straight and straight, and a person walks silently.

Standing in front of a fork in the road, he was stunned.

The war has passed, and the rising sun is rising at this time. The morning glow washes away the lead of the night. Only the forests have the dew and the grass, which is like a greasy powder, floating in the morning sun.

He turned back and looked at the towering peaks. Then look at the road ahead. Straight away is Lin Lingyu, Xue Meng and uncle are waiting for him there, waiting for an explanation, an answer. But he can\'t go, he wants to go to Longxue Mountain.

In the burning heart, I vaguely understand that the master of guilty knows more than he imagined, otherwise he will not be as calm as when he saw the emperor. Perhaps because of this, he became more and more at a loss, not knowing what he was waiting for in front of him.

In fact, his mind is now in chaos, and he has no more mood to think about. In the end, he is only numbly clear -

He must go because the master is there.

Longxue Mountain was entangled in the vicinity of Wushou Temple. In the early years, there were occasional monks who went to the mountains to meditate, practice meditation, and enlighten, but this mountain often became obscured. Many people said that they had encountered ghosts hitting the wall on the mountain. If you go in, you will not be able to come out, so gradually, it will become a barren hill.

The ink burned the sword and the road, and after a day\'s road, finally came to the foot of the Dragon Blood Mountain at sunset. He had no food and no water all day, and he was very tired. So when he saw a stream of clear spring flowing from the cypress wood, he walked over and took a handful of water and washed his face.

The first thing to wash down is the mud, then the blood that melts, and finally reveals his face, and the reflection is on the surface.

It was not an ugly face, but the ink stared at it for a while, only to feel the disgust and disgusting, he slammed the water, broke the reflection, and then smashed the scorpion, almost painfully The face is buried in the palm of your hand.

Is there any perfect law in this world that can completely separate a person\'s past from the present? Is there any weapon to remove the rancid memory from my mind?

Is there anyone who can save him? He can tell him that you are not stepping on Xianjun, you are just burning, you are just drizzling.

But when he opened his eyes, the water was calm and calm, and the man inside still stared at him with such resentment and despair.

He knows that he has no way to go.

Get up and go up the mountain.

When I was halfway up the mountain, I suddenly got fog, there was no sign of thick fog, and I couldn’t see my fingers.

At the beginning of the smoldering, it was thought to be a ghost, but under the guise of it, there was no evil.

It was not too late at this time. The sound of Du Fu’s blood was occasionally heard in the forest, and the surrounding area became cold. The sun disappeared a little, and the four fields darkened.

"Grandmaster?"

His voice was hoarse, and while he was rubbing, he walked forward.

"Master of guilty?"

No one should be him.

But strangely, he climbed all the way, almost blindly, but did not receive any blockage. This road was horrible, as if someone had already laid a game in the depths of the fog, waiting for him to go to the meeting. , since the investment network.

"anyone there?"

The fog gradually dissipated.

The scenery in front of us became more and more clear, and the mountains and the vines all appeared in front of him.

He found that he had come to a flat and open place unconsciously. When he turned around, the road when he came was still covered by fog. However, only this place was a sloppy, moon-star.

He walked down the grass with the condensation of water, and all the way forward, then he heard the back of a person.

The ink burned for a moment, then rushed forward, and hurriedly said: "Master respect?!"

Chu night Ning back to him, is kneeling beside a cave covered by the wisteria, in front of him, the master of guilty squatting, looking stunned and silent.

"Master! You -"

He was aphasia, because he saw that Chu Ning had turned his back and was actually wet with lashes and tears on his face.

The ink burned: "What happened to you?"

Chu nightning did not speak, he has been suppressing himself. From a long time ago, he was high and majestic. It seems that when he was born, he was an elder, a fairy, when there was no young and weak.

"Ink burning..."

But this time, he exhausted all his strength, but only spoke two words, and he couldn\'t suppress it anymore, spilling over his lips.

The ink snorted forward, walked over to him, leaned over and held him tightly: "...what is it? Why are you crying?"

As he spoke, he bowed his head and stroked the hair of Chu. Chu Xiaoning\'s body is very cold, but at the moment he found him, but he can still hold him in his arms, but he feels very hot in his heart.

Every moment of his stability is stolen, and every sentence he has said with Chu Xiening has become a wrong charity. He can get a little more. He regards it as a treasure and dare not bear it.

"Okay, okay." Ming Ming is so helpless, but he will also stay in the broad warm chest between the night, and comfort. "Nothing, there is me, I am here, I am here." ""

The ink burned and kissed Chu’s forehead. At this moment, he suddenly found that he was restrained in his arms, but he still trembled and shed tears, and his fingers were close to the clothes, and he was like a little brother who would never appear in Taohuayuan.

No one is born to be a strong, Chu Yuening should also have a young look.

In the heart of the burning heart, he vaguely understood what he was holding. He held a slight trembling, and he kissed him, stroking his hair and looking at the master of sin.

The old man sat on a icy rock, his eyebrows were wrinkled, his eyelashes were low, he was half-closed and his eyes closed, his eyes were devoid of sorrow, his hand was holding a sea bract, and he leaned forward, seeming to give it away. Who. But that person must have rejected his kindness, the flower has been defeated, and only a few sporadic pieces have not fallen from the branches.

The crime is gone.

There are many myths and many mysteries hidden in this body. At the last moment, there is no relief on the face.

His look is painful.

What is even more uncomfortable is that after his death, his face no longer retains a young look of more than 30 years old. He has become a thorny old man completely, and for some reason, his face is being seen at a speed visible to the naked eye. A golden worm is eaten and eaten.

"This bug..."

"It\'s a righteous worm." Chu Yuening finally opened his mouth, but his voice was hoarse and terrible. "A person who hates his own appearance, some will set a **** relationship with this worm. The worm can change the host face, in return, to On the day the host dies, the worm will engulf the host."

He listened to his efforts to maintain the tone of the tone, and slowly said that the ink could not help but hold him tighter. The person in the arms has been here for a long time, and his hands and feet are cold.

From past lives to this life, Chu Ningning has always been his beacon, his flames, to dispel his dark night to give him the warmth he can.

But the ink burned him at this moment, only that the people in his arms were made of ice.

Really cold.

His cone hurts.

"I am here, I am here."

"He has already let me come to Longxue Mountain." Chu Xiaoning looked exhausted, as if someone had taken all his warm blood and poured it into the endless pain and suffering.

"He knows that I don\'t want to talk to him in person, I don\'t want to listen to him any explanation, so I have left a letter to me. I have a lot of words in my letter, but I just used it myself. I don\'t believe him... I guess he ""

The ink burned his cheeks, and he had never seen such a late night.

Plus no previous life.

This can not help but make him feel awkward, he asked: "What happened?"

But Chu Ning is just empty and replied: "I guess he is..."

This person who has been calm and has always been sensible has finally been fragmented.

He is like a corner bow, and the strings are stretched to the extreme. He shivered in his ink, and shivered, so desperate, so poor.

Chu night Ning huddled and curled up, and once the person who had stretched for half a lifetime collapsed, the kind of sorrow that still accumulates is enough to break the levee: "I should have been here... If you listen to him, many things will not happen, Nangong It won\'t die, the teacher will not be blind, it would have been enough... all are within reach."

"Master."

"If I listen to that letter, it won\'t be like this..."

It took a long time for the ink to burn and appease him slightly. After a long time, Chu Ning finally stopped crying, but his eyes were out of focus, and his ink burned his fingertips, but he found out why he didn’t Heat, just as the slight trembling, can\'t stop.

"Why don\'t I want to believe him again..."

The ink burned silently. In fact, this road came over. Because of the reason of stepping on the emperor, the ink burned in anticipation of countless scenes where Chu and Ning had met again, and thought a lot of explanations and requests.

But he found that he could not use it.

He did not expect to see him again, it would be such a situation.

"He...had left a reel of memories..." Finally, Chu Yuening finally calmed down, his ink burning his cheeks, his cheeks were cold, "...he had hoped before he left. You can come and give it to you."

Hearing his own, the fingertips of the ink burned.

Memories scroll?

What will be written there? What do the masters of guilty know?

The smoldering felt that his hand was also cold, and the cold hair was upright, and he was so cold.

Chu night Ningsha dumb said: "But he can\'t wait, his life counts up." He said, he seems to have been touched by an extremely painful sore, eyebrows, no more words.

He is probably afraid that if he says more, he will collapse again.

Chu nightning covered his eyes with his arms. He calmed himself and slowly picked up his own calm, calm, cold and reliable. He picked up the pieces and slowly wore them.

After all, he is not used to being a weak person.

In the end, Chu Xiaoning lifted the wet Fengmu, took the reel out of his arms, and handed it to the ink.

"There are all the secrets he knows."

The smoldering voice has a slight whistle: "... Did he see it for you?"

"seen it already."

The ink burns my heart.

He looked at the eyes of Chu Xiaoning, and at that moment he had a terrible thought.

He felt that Chu Jingning seemed to have everything clear.

Take the picture of the sapphire as the axis.

Suddenly, he was so upset, so he held the finger of Chu’s late night and rubbed it.

"Late Ning..."

"..."

"If you are in Lushan, that person... is true to you, will you hate me?"

Chu nighting face was originally very pale, this time is even more bloody, even the lips are slightly green.

"Do you hate me?"

The ink burns his hand, the strength is so big, stubborn, and even brutal. What is different from that of Lili is the pleading of his soft eyelashes.

"can you?"

Chu night Ning shook his head, did not answer, he closed his eyes, "... look at the scroll."

The scroll left by the master of guilty is very heavy, and is not similar to the curse of the mortal, but it is close to the dreamland of the Taohuayuan Yumin.

The ink burned and looked deep into the night, and then opened the drawing axis, and the picture of the shining jade was on the eyebrow.

The scene of the Dragon Blood Mountain disappeared, and the first thing that followed was a darkness that was bottomless. In the darkness, the guilty sin of the sin sounded with a bit of sigh and echoed in the ear.

"Chu Zongshi, Mo Shizhu, Laojiao knows that there is not much time, but seeing that today is going to change, the disaster will come. If you don\'t do everything you can, you will know the two and tell the two to help you back. In purgatory, you will also regret it."

The voice paused and then slowly came.

"In this scroll, the past events are incredible, and even the old man has made mistakes in the past. There is nothing to hide. I know that I am half-baked, and the former is deeply sinful, and the dull and shallow, narrow-minded, counted for two hundred years. The days of stealing and waking up are actually a handful of things, and the good things done are also very pitiful. I have no life to sin, I can’t redeem it, and I will fall into **** when I die. I will never be super-born. Just, I I still have a lot of hope. I hope that after seeing the two, I don’t want to give up on the old man’s heart. I feel that the old man is not as good as the beast.”

The ink burned in front of the eyes, and he blinked his eyes. As far as he could see, it was the broken wall, the old tree faint, and the birds that ate the eyes and licked the intestines.

He was awkward and inexplicably felt that the scene was very familiar, but he couldn\'t remember it again.

Until the city gate was dusty, a group of people gathered, holding the front ring, carrying feather arrows, riding a thin horse. One of the young men slammed the reins and rolled down from the horse. He rushed toward the gate of the city and couldn’t help but scream: "Hey! Auntie!"

The ink burned and was shocked, and felt that the back was cold.

this is……

Peach Blossom Yuan Yumin Vision?

Is this the ancient Linan in the war? !