Chapter 41: This seat is wrong again...
The layout of the stone room is unobstructed, with walls on three sides and a fence with red spells on one side. There is only a thatched stone bed in the room.
He was lying on the stone bed, his hands and feet were tied by chains, and it was swaying, and even worse, he found that his spiritual power seemed to be contained by some kind of spell, and he could not cast it. . Full of anxiety, I heard a "squeaky" sound, looking at the side, came in two monks.
"You!" The ink burned and immediately angered, "You are a group of madmen! What the **** is going on? What do you want to do? My brothers? Go to Chengonggong!...Hey! I ask you something. !"
However, no matter how screaming and screaming, the eyes are all deaf, and they both carry a piece of red fox velvet skin in tandem, licking the shape of the roll, which seems to be wrapped in a person. They put the red fox velvet on the stone bed with a blank expression.
Ink gas road: "You two small muddy -"
"Noisy noisy." One of the monks finally spoke, and the voice was very contemptuous. "You are the essence of Muling, you can’t lose yours."
Another monk also sneered: "Where is it that you can’t lose money, it’s obviously cheaper."
The ink gas has to vomit blood: "What are you going to do! What are you doing to lock me here? What have you got to this bed?!"
"What have we got?" A monk asked.
"Nature is the person you like." Another humanity.
The fingertips of the smoldering are all cold, and I am extremely shocked: "...teacher?"
The monks did not turn it down and sneered: "Spring is too short, you have this good relationship, and you will be happy to make a good night tonight. After the event, you will know why God is so painstakingly arranged."
The words left.
The house was dead.
The ink burned hands and feet are kept, and the bombs are not allowed. The passage of time has become very vague, and it is difficult for him to know how long it has been, and even if he struggles, his wrists and ankles are worn out, but he can’t get rid of it.
Slightly gasping, turned to look at the foxes wrapped around a living man, the suede bundled tightly, the man was wrapped from head to toe, only a long black hair from the quilt exposed, see It’s heartbreaking and flustered.
Although he does not know why Chen Shanggong’s metamorphosis is so arranged, if he can really get rid of his greed with his teacher...
Thinking of this, I can’t think of it anymore.
It seems that a little more evil thoughts are the embarrassment of that beautiful person.
The ink burned on the dome of the stone room, and the breathing was heavy and dull. It seemed that the chest was pressed with a heavy scale. It was obviously a long-awaited thing, but I really had the opportunity to do it. I felt that I was awkward and uncomfortable.
When the Wan Nian floated, the first violent excitement slowly subsided, and he gradually calmed down.
The design of Chen Shanggong is always fierce. If it is not good for yourself, it will be considered. If it is unreasonable, how can it be tolerated?
What’s more, the matter is forced by others, and the teacher is not willing. He burns a scum, but for those who like it, he wants to protect, but does not want to hurt. Therefore, no matter what evil method used in the palace, when he wakes up, he will not bully others.
After a long silence, he suddenly felt that someone around him had moved a little, and the people around him finally woke up.
The ink burned and looked around, dumb voice: "teacher -"
I haven’t said anything yet. I just had a spin on the tip of my tongue and swallowed it back. After the throat rolled up, I spit out the second half of the word.
"Respect?"
Master? ! ?
In the past moment, I was obsessed with obstinacy. When I saw the face exposed in the fox, I only felt that many of the high-rise buildings had collapsed. It’s cracked and clean.
What kind of protection, what will not bully people, what will not tarnish the other party, a slap in the face than a slap in the face.
The ink is burning.
He is now finally sure that this Jincheng pool is under the living, with the Gossip Palace as the first evil, all the **** is a group of blinks! !
Does he like Chu Ning?
Pooh!
The fox or the swearing, I really don’t know what the guys who determined that his ink is raining is Chu Xinning. Is it to see that he once slept, and still want to sleep late? It’s ridiculous! Do you like someone, just like to go to bed with him?
Mo Xiaoxian’s righteousness roared in his heart. But I couldn’t say half a word on my mouth, just staring at Chu Evening slowly and slowly opened the pair of phoenix eyes.
......
It’s gonna.
He seemed to hear a slam, and something broke in his mind.
After the shackles, there was another smog that burned out from the ruins of the heart, exuding stench, black ash, and distorted heat.
It’s hot.
Like a dead night, a sudden swim through a smoldering dragon, like a silent abyss bursting out of the rushing magma and rolling fire.
Those who say good reason and calmness are all in the light of this bullying, turning into an indistinguishable focal shadow...
He did not expect it to be like this.
Chu nightning, the pair of sharp and sharp eyes, with awkward sleepiness, looks lazy and embarrassed. It seems that there is a rain in the bamboo forest, and thousands of leaves are moist.
He slowly sat up, from the look of the face, he seemed to be controlled by what, the red fox slid down from the shoulder, he did not wear anything, so bare exposed a large piece of firm skin, and that The green and red on the shoulders are all traces of love -
How could this be......
I think that I am going crazy.
Who made it?
Who is against him...his...his master, did this?
He is a late night, ......
Every inch of bones trembles in detail, and the blood of hate is screaming.
That is the late night of Chu!
Who moved his people!
is his--
The ink burns so hate, and even no longer considers that Chu Xiening has not belonged to him in this life, and does not belong to anyone. In his eyes, he only saw the well-proportioned body of Chu, and the bruises that were not familiar with the body.
"Master!!"
Chu Xiu Ning did not seem to hear him hoarsely and distortedly, but fell off the eyelashes, like a puppeteer, who leaned over, stroked the face of ink, and looked at him for a while, then closed his eyes. Close to the lips with thin, water-permeable lips, the lips that burned with ink.
He was rarely kissed by Chu Xiaoning. At the touch, the four fields were scorched, and the eyes were crazy and gorgeous, and the heart beat wildly.
Chu nightning may be cold, the body is very cold, but the fierceness of the lips and teeth is not inferior, the ink is still extremely painful because of his humiliation, but he is tempted by this re-music man. It is stinging and stimulating.
After the end of a kiss, the ink burned heavily and opened his eyes, but when he saw the night, his eyes were bright and the skin was red and thin. It was a deep feeling of love and desire. He could not help but feel **** and could not help but think. I want to hold his face.
However, he was bound by shackles, and his hands and feet could not move. Chu night looked at the iron lock and did not speak, but squatted and wanted to ride on. The ink burned the throat and swallowed it. When he swallowed, he cast a gaze on him, but he saw the night between the legs of the night, and the thickness of the man was clear and the movement was slowly falling.
When he was on the scene, his eyes were red and he was stunned. He suddenly slammed and sat down, but he was pulled back by the chain and fell heavily on the bed.
"who is it......"
Can’t help it anymore, the ink burns almost unwisely, like a trapped beast.
"Who is this to you? I killed him! I killed him!!!!"
Whether he is Gou Shanggong or Tianwang Laozi, it is God is a demon, a ghost is a Buddha - he is stepping on Xianjun! Chu nightning is the person who stepped on Xianjun! Even now that he is trapped in the body of this boyhood, he is still a human king in the bones, who touched him - to your mother’s master, who touched him? He was drizzling, and he stepped on the immortal! ! !
"Ink burning!"
It seems that someone is calling him.
He couldn’t hear the anger of burning his endless anger. He seemed to hear it and couldn’t hear it.
"Ink burn!!"
...have killed it. Not tolerated, hell? Why did you lose your spiritual power, why can’t you summon a demon? He has to lose heart.
A shameful shame, a deep hatred and hatred - a shameful shame, a deep hatred!
Who dares to touch the night? After he was with Zhou Xining in the past life, even if someone looked at Yuheng at night, he could take the person’s eyes out and let him eat it himself! In the evening, I will sneak down on the night, and I will get both of them exhausted, but this one is -
"Ink rain!"
Who is calling him, so entangled.
But this sound is very familiar.
Seems like I heard it...
wrong.
It seems that wherever I can hear it from time to time, the owner of this voice seems to have accompanied him and walked through endless years...
"Ink rain, you wake me up! Are you crazy? What are you doing?!"
"!!!"
The ink burned and suddenly opened his eyes.
In the direction of his voice, he saw the outside of the cell, and the white clothes were triumphantly triumphant, the twilight was sharp, the expression was anxious, and the eyebrows were arrogant, and they were all in a state of killing, not who is the late night of Ning!
"Master!!" The ink burned out of color.
Then his bed is -
A fierce turn, the face that is close at hand can almost scare him! Where is this Chu Ning? It is clearly a dead monster of a human fox face!
To say dead demon, this death is not used to talk about decoration.
He was squatting, and he just kissed him passionately. It was really a dead thing.
This fox demon has empty eyes and blue skin, and there is no point in it.
The ink burned that he had just been under the temptation of the blind eye, and kissed such a thing, almost did not spit it out directly, his face was so bad that he said: "What the **** is going on!"
Chu night Ning is outside the cell, with a charm between the two fingers, and then watching the dead fox demon no longer move at this moment, then know that this paper is a thousand hairs, Chu night Ning is empty, cast from the body of the fox of.
As soon as he made a fuss, the paper broke out with a large amount of black and red blood. With a scream of screams, the paper was instantly turned into a little bit of coke.
Chu Xiaoning spread his palms, and the scattered blacks slowly gathered in his hands, gradually condensing into a black piece. He stared at the piece and his face became very ugly.
"It really is a treasured chess game..." Chu night Ning whispered, suddenly raised his eyes and stared at the ink burning. "When you are sick, what is the most common cook for you?" Say!"
"Ah? Ah..." The ink burned for too many times in a short time. At this time, the mind was in chaos. "You, what do you ask this?"
Chu night Ning Li said: "Quickly say!"
"...put your hand."
Chu nightning, this look is a little slow, but the eyebrows are not showing at all, he said: "Ink burning, you listen, that hook Chen Shanggong is a fake, not the **** of the gods. This person makes good use of virtual image, and I have mastered one of the three major bans, so I have to be careful, worrying that you are also the illusion he created."
The ink burned and grievances cried: "If I am a phantom, I am locked and doing something!"
Chu nightning: "...I will save you from this."
The ink burned and nodded again and asked: "What about the Master, Shi Yi and Xue Meng?"
"As with you, the drug in the drink is locked up elsewhere." Seeing the burning look, Chu night Ning said again, "You don’t have to worry, they are all fine. But here is dangerous, I am making It waits outside, and after you go out, you can see them."
As for the Zhenqi chess game, Chu Xiening has no more explanations and does not have to explain.
The most powerful in the world of comprehension, and one of the most notorious three major bans.
As the name implies, Jane’s chess game refers to taking others as chess pieces and laying them out for themselves. The operator often does not appear in the battlefield personally, but lives in the dark, laying a chessboard in front of him, and manipulating the opposite body of the chess piece, so that the living creatures of the world can sacrifice their lives for themselves. In the middle of the Jane chess game, the soul will be loyal to the dead, and if it is a dead object, it will be broken into pieces.
However, depending on the mana of the man, the things that can be driven are different. The easiest thing is to drive the person or animal that just died, and then the one that died for a long time. Then, it is the living beast and the flying bird. When you cultivate to the highest level, you can control the living person.
There are very few people in the world who can train the chess game to the extreme, but in the era when the ink burned the emperor, he has already trained the chess game to the point of ruin. In the same year, in the battle between life and death of Chu and Ning, he laid a hundred feet of long rolls, splashed ink as a chessboard, and sprinkled beans into soldiers.
In that battle, hundreds of thousands of pieces fell at the same time, so the bird feathers covered the sky, the golden crows sank, the dragons broke the water, and the sea turned over. The ink burns the infinite beasts and birds, and controls the endless army of the living. That kind of scene, even if it is difficult to see Shura hell.
At the moment, this fox corpse is obviously manipulated by the Jane chess game, but in addition to the Jane chess game, there is another layer of magic - the blind eye method.
According to legend, after the death of the ancestors of the Qingqi fox family, the fur left behind was made into seven hundred and forty-nine foxes of different sizes. As long as someone takes the blood, drops it on the fox fur, and then grabs something with the fur, even if it is wrapped in root wood, it can become the object that the person longs for.
It is this magic weapon that is wrapped around this fox body, but its changes can only be seen in the eyes of the blood master. In the eyes of others, what is still what, there will be no change.
Rescuing the ink burn did not take much effort. After successfully getting people out, Chu Xiening also made it clear to him.
The biggest puzzle of ink burning is: "Master, how do you know that Gou Shanggong is fake?"
The author has something to say:
The game I play today is to use the input method to score the first letter of each character, and see how the input method can jump out!
Chu Nightning: Pet Bird (???)
Ink Burning: Nobody (Nobody? Nobody likes it, hahaha)
Xue Meng: Below (hungry is not hungry, less the Lord will give you the following)
Teacher: S·M (...why is my input method so impure?)
Mei Hanxue: Pretty funny (what is funny! 掀 table)
Ye Forgiveness: Use WeChat (true foreign gas...)
Xue Zhengxuan: Writing homework (ha ha ha ha ha uncle)
Mrs. Wang: Weifang people (don’t give Mrs. Wang a fixed birthplace!)
What breaks the input method, you can uninstall it, wave it