Chapter 82: I can't believe in this seat.
Outside the Luxiang Inn of Linling Island, the proprietress wears red and green, the snowy wrists are on the wrists, and the waist is like a willow.
Every time Xuanyuange auctions, the people who come to her shop are always the most, because she looks smart and will come, and the black and white eyes will be able to guess what the guests want.
At this time, the sun was high. After the noon, the boss took a sip of melon seeds. It is estimated that the bidding will end after another hour. The price of Lin Lingyu is high, and the general monks will not stay more. Not too much. However, it is a matter of course, the heroes of Xianjun always have to eat dinner and then go, and the meal can be used for another.
The proprietress licked the stained dandruff on the skirt and shouted back to the guy in the store: "Two blessings, rubbing the tables and chairs in the lobby again, and then taking out the basket of the old-fashioned snake-like melon seeds, each table Put a plate on it. Let’s prepare for the evening business."
"Well, let’s get the treasurer." The buddy ran away.
The proprietress smiled with satisfaction, her sun was enough, and the melon seeds were finished. I wanted to go back to the store to supervise the work. I suddenly saw a black and white shadow coming from the end of the road. It was close, and I found it to be a handsome face. The black sinjun, holding her own in her arms, rushed into her inn.
"Stay in the store, stay in the store and stay in the store!"
"..."
It’s about his awkwardness and his behavior is strange. The second child in the store was shocked, and his mouth was closed for a long time.
Ink angered: "Stay in the store! Is it smashed? The treasurer!!"
"哎哟仙君." The voice of a young woman rang behind him, three-pointed smile and apologize, it sounded like people couldn’t make a fire, and the ink burned and turned, facing the boss’s slick smile. “No. I am so sorry, I am slowing you. My second is new, you have something to find me, I am the treasurer."
The ink burned the dark and handsome eyebrows, and hurriedly said: "Stay in the store!"
The proprietress looked at him quickly and quietly. Seeing this man wearing a cloak, he wanted to come to the Xianjun of the Xuanyuan Club, but because he was very anxious, the hood had fallen, revealing a jug. The handsome and handsome face of the boy, but this is not the most important thing. The most important thing is that he has a brocade bag embroidered with Xuanwu totem on his wrist. It is the sacred bag that Xuanyuange sells to the guests and sells the goods.
rich.
The boss’s eyes flashed in the eye.
Very rich.
Another look at the person in his arms, because the outside is covered with a big cockroach, his face is leaning against the inside, and can not teach people to see the appearance, but the boss’s eyes are so poisonous, she quickly swept the snow 绡The gauze robes, the eyes fell on the hand that fell from the wide-sleeved cuffs.
It is even and thin, and if the skin is porcelain, the fingertips are sharp and the bones are distinct.
beauty.
The boss is suddenly at heart.
Although it is a handsome man, it is not uncommon for a man to repair in the real world. It is nothing strange.
"Dafu, open the house." The proprietress reacted quickly, and there was not much to ask. He gave a loud finger and told him, "The most comfortable day and month."
Chu nightning this disease is coming, no warning. Fortunately, here is the boundary of the lonely moon night, the good hand of the good medicine grabs a large number, and the ink burns to the doctor to give the letter to the late night.
The doctor who had been repaired for a long time closed his eyes, and his fine fingers were on the wrist of the night, and he didn’t say anything.
I can’t help but burn: "Doctor, how is my teacher respecting him?"
"The problem is not big, but..."
The most annoying thing is this kind of person who speaks nine bends and eighteen bends. The ink burns with big eyes: "How about?"
"But the old man thinks it is strange, so that the teacher is a high-strength, rare in the world. But only after careful diagnosis, his spiritual core is very fragile, even the little monks who just built the foundation are better than that."
If the repair is compared to water, the nucleus is the container for carrying water.
The spiritual nucleus is innate, and cultivation is slowly cultivated the day after tomorrow. Therefore, the stronger the congenital nucleus, the easier it will be to cultivate. However, when it is repaired to reach a certain realm, it will feed back the spiritual core, so usually the two are complementary.
For a master like Chu Yuning, the spiritual core must be very powerful, so the general practitioner will not pay special attention to this when he is diagnosed.
The ink burned and said: "How is this possible?!"
"The old man also feels impossible. Therefore, he has been repeatedly diagnosed many times, but this time."
"I have a spiritual core that is even more than a foundation. This is how it is possible, it is a joke! The doctor will take a closer look, will it be wrong?"
"Old doctors have always been cautious, and if they export, they must have a 10% grasp. If Xiaoxianjun does not believe it. Seeking someone to come to see a doctor’s nucleus, the result is the same."
The ink burned.
The doctor said: "It is precisely because the teacher’s spiritual core is very fragile that he should be perceived by some powerful weapon. The weapon attribute should be somewhat echoed with him, but not by him. So he was countered, spirit. The nuclear is unbearable, and this is unconscious. The old man gave him some soup, and after taking it, he rested a lot and soon became innocent."
The doctor was sent away, and the ink burned sitting on the bedside of the bed in the night, holding the squatting ground, and he couldn’t return to God for a long time.
Is the core weak?
How is this possible?
However, the old man did not know what happened at Xuanyuan, but he could accurately say that Chu Lingning had encountered a powerful weapon before, and it was not like saying something in Zhangkou.
In addition, there is also "no return", only at the Xuanyuanhui, ink burning only released a little spiritual power, Chu night Ning suddenly emerged, coma. Therefore, he did not have time to judge whether the knives were really the martial arts of their past lives. If so, why does "no return" react with Chu Xiaoning? Will there be a counter-attack on Chu Wanning?
He thought about it in a chaotic manner, and looked at Chu Yuning on the sidelines. I don’t know how long it took. The people on the bed seemed to be stunned by nightmares, and they set off a good-looking brow, and the eyelashes did not tremble.
The ghost made the difference, even I didn’t know why, the ink burned out and gently stroked his eyebrows: "Master..."
"..."
"Master...I am a late night... I have lived for two lifetimes. Is it a secret that you don’t know?"
The treasurer quickly took the medicine in the kitchen and gave it to the ink.
I tasted it, and it’s really bitter, it’s the most hateful taste of Chu’s late night. The ink sighed and screamed at the woman who was about to leave.
"The treasurer, is there candy?"
"Oh... the sugar in the store is now smashed, and today’s has been used up. But if Xianjun wants it, I will go to the street to buy it."
The ink burned and looked at the hot soup, and shook his head. "That’s it. When the medicine is cold for a long time, it doesn’t work. It’s thank you."
"Ah, Xianjun is not polite, what is it to call me again."
When the treasurer finished speaking, he left the room with enthusiasm and took the door.
Put the medicine end to the bed, put the ink on the back of the bed, put one hand on the knee, and go to Fuchu to get up in one hand: "Shi Zun, take medicine."
Feeding him to drink medicine is also a matter of familiarity in the past life. He burned him up, let Chu Yuning lean in his arms, took a spoonful of medicine, put it on his lips and blow it cool, and then slowly handed it over. Chu night Ning mouth.
It is already the second time after he was born again to take care of Chu Yuning. I don’t know how to do it. Although I hate this person, I still feel so nervous when I see him sick.
"bitter......"
Although the people in the arms are not awake, they also have perceptions. They are half-awake and frowning, turning their faces away and not drinking.
The ink burning is simply familiar and can no longer be familiar. He lifted him back with a spoon and said with patience: "There is a bite, just drink it, come."
Said and handed a spoonful.
Chu Xiaoning had half coughed half of his drink, but his brow was wrinkled even tighter.
"so bitter......"
"Sweet sweet, the next spoon is sweet, come and come."
"Uh......"
"The next spoon! Guarantee! Sweet to your unbelievable! The world’s first sweet sugar juice found in this block!" I don’t know who I am, and I swear by the words of the past life. Pulled out and sneaked around. "It’s very tasty. If you don’t open your mouth, you will regret it."
In this way, even the scams scammed the whole bowl, and the last spoon was fed. The ink burned out and was ready to get up and clean up. Suddenly, the white shadow flashed, and the face was "squeaky". A slap in the face.
"Cheat, you roll!"
Chu nightning screamed and said this sentence, the first one was partial, and went to sleep. Leaving a blank slap in the face without any reason, half a mouth screamed and screamed at the cheek. Just wanting to attack, the person in his arms snorted, it should be something that was particularly uncomfortable, and his face became more and more ugly.
When the ink burned him, he did not have any temper. There was no candy on the left and right. When he saw the Qiankun sac still resting on the bed, his heart moved and took a bottle of musk. He patted Chu’s cheeks, not light or heavy, and he was revenge.
"A person lays for a while, I go to the water and give you sweet sweet dew."
"..."
Seeing that the night is quiet, the ink burns him, and he intends to let him back on his pillow. Who was close, but he heard his low-pitched and vague breath, and then muttered: "Yes...thin you..."
Ink burns: "What?"
Chu night Ning double eyes closed, fan-like eyelashes can not help but tremble, it seems to press the great pain, the blood color faded clean. He apparently fell into another dream, another horrible, more awkward dream, he shook his head slightly, and it was rare to have a sad face.
"I am me......"
For a moment, the smoldering suddenly felt the heartbeat stall, a strange feeling rushed to the chest, as if a secret was in front of me, only the last layer of tulle covered, he will immediately penetrate. He couldn’t help but stare at Chu Xinning, whispering: "What are you?"
"It’s me...thin...you..."
I don’t know if the candle is too bleak, and I’m misunderstood.
I am thin you.
These four words, the mouth of the monarch, light smog, into his ear, shocked if thunder.
The ink burned from the bed and the whole person froze instantly! His pupils contracted, and he incredulously stared at the face of the Qingren on the couch. His face was suddenly shocked, and his heart was shocked like a thousand horses rushing past, his hands were pinched into fists, and the blood seemed to be boiling on the eve of the night. In the evening, it was condensed into mysterious ice.
"What are you talking about?...you..."
Shocked for a long while, the ink burned fiercely to the throat of Chu’s late night, the twilight tyranny, the childish innocence after the rebirth was gone, "Chu Ning, what did you say?"
"You say it again! You can tell me again!!"
It’s me who is thin, and I don’t complain.
This is a curse that he never forgets in his life. It is a nightmare that has suffered for his two generations.
How many times he closed his eyes, the four words with sighs in his ears, but the people who spoke were no longer in the world.
But this sentence is clearly that the past life Chu was rather dying to speak out, why now he will - why he will -
Could it be that the late night is also born again? !
The author has something to say: I updated it earlier today, because I found that I accidentally wrote a branch bug when I saved the manuscript. It is better to change the text before changing the text, so I have to fix the previous article. I usually don’t have the habit of revising texts during non-update times. I am afraid that jumping out of the update will bother everyone, so it is better to change 23333 earlier. The modified content is not important. It is just a small detail. You don’t have to look back, it does not affect reading. Zha~