The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

Chapter 148: Master respects natural 撩

The ink burned, I didn't expect him to come to this trick, rushing to dodge, Jianfeng rubbed the chest.

"The Master must discuss with me, so I will try the clothes first, and my uncle will wait for me to return to him."

"Learn first, then try clothes."

"The uncle is in a hurry, the tailor is still in the temple, and there must be a place where there is something wrong."

"Then it will be a quick move."

"..."

This point is that Chu Ningning and Xue Meng are very similar. They are all the masters who are hard to press with the heart of the match. When the two men talked and answered, the long sword had already brushed through the ink and burned several key points. It was worth the loss of ink burned for a long time, avoiding the flash in time, otherwise people are fine, the clothes may have to be given to the late night. Sore hundred holes.

Suddenly, the sword was spotted in the ink-burning shoulder, and Chu-night was in a timely manner. He only took the sword and slammed him. He sneered and sneered: "Mo Zongshi, is this the ability?"

The ink burned by this person could not be done, the clothes in his hand were not released, and smiled bitterly: "The teacher is not going to let me now, but is still bullying me?"

Chu night is like a bayonet, and the sword is slightly stunned: "Do you still want me to let you live forever?"

"Haha, this is not wrong."

"...Do you fight or not?"

"Well, I am playing, can I still fight?" The ink burned and smiled, shaking his head and pointing his fingers together. "Hell, call!"

Ghosts came out, but Chu Xi Ning’s hands were just ordinary weapons, so the ink burned did not infuse the spirits into the ghosts. He just took the willows, and the front was handed with a sword, and the ink burned a few feet. Out of the vine whip, entangled the sword of the late night. Chu Xi Ning did not care, his wrists smashed, and he was free from shackles. His body shape had flashed like a ghost and quickly burned to the back of the ink. The long blade was horizontal and he resisted the neck from the back.

Chu nightning posted behind him, slightly gloomy: "You have no intentions, come back."

His soft and warm breathing lingered in the ear of the ink, the burning felt a hot, the throat was swaying under the blade, and he smiled lowly: "The teacher must not rush to say so full, then take a closer look, I have no intentions." ?"

When the voice fell, Chu Xi Ning was shocked by the burning of Liu Teng. I did not know when he had wrapped his arm around him. He actually kept him in the same place, and he could not move half an inch.

Chu nightning stared at his arm and looked at it for a long while, and suddenly his eyes lit up from a sharp light.

"Well? Yes, the foreword is recovered."

The ink burned and laughed: "Where do you want to receive it?"

"How are you staying?"

"I want the teacher to change clothes."

Chu night Ning snorted: "... decided to win and say."

He said, he will pour his own strength into the right arm, and he will be forced to retreat. Then he will plunder and smash away from the ink. At the same time, a sword flashes, and the volley swells and slams into the ink. go with.

There was no way to burn the ink, but I had to pick up the whip again. For a time, Liu Teng and the long sword creaked in the air. The two weapons did not feed the spirit, and there was no spectacular flow of the flames colliding with the flames, but one The style of the strokes is extremely high, and the clouds are flowing. The one-handed hand is still swearing to give the ceremonial robes for the change of Chu, so that the night will only use his right hand to fight with him, and see that the two have been dismantled over a hundred strokes. It is actually difficult to distinguish, it is difficult to distinguish up and down.

Chu Xiaoning’s breathing was heavy, and a drop of hot sweat smashed through his dark sword and straightened his eyelashes. But he and the ink burned harder, and he couldn’t distract him. The sweat dripped through the eyelashes and penetrated into the eyelids. He actually endured not blinking, a pair of scorpions like the night fire aurora, shining with amazing light.

The fighting spirit of Beidou Xianzun has been aroused by his own apprentice. He originally loved the fierce battle and competition, and he was indifferent and cold on weekdays, only because he was in trouble. And the ink burns like a fire, slamming, lighting up his pool of spirits, and the flames shine in the air.

After they hit the end, the long sword made an ominous squeak because of the inability to carry such a strong impact. Finally, as the two men slammed in the air, they screamed and shattered into tens of millions between the two masters. Point iron powder crystal!

"The sword is broken." The ink burned helplessly. "Is it still playing?"

Chu Jingning’s eyes are already full of smoke. He has lost his hilt, and his white clothes are slightly open, and his body is straight and straight. He is simple and powerful: "Hit."

"..."

The ink burned before he could recover the ghosts. The night of the night was very sensitive, like a full string, an arrow out, and a cheetah in the forest. The eagle in the snow rushed toward the ink. The ink burned and hurriedly removed the ghosts and raised the hand block. The two men regained their high and low levels in a new way, and they were hard to beat.

Close-family melee and war-fighting warfare are different. People with strong and tall figure tend to be more likely to take advantage of it. What's more, Chu Ningning and Mo-burning are almost the same, so this time, Chu Xiaoning obviously ate. deficit.

Ink burned: "Master, don't fight, don't use spiritual power, tell the truth, you can't beat me."

Chu night Ning angry: "Reverse arrogance!"

"If you don't arrogant, if you are angry, then I will let the Master take ten strokes."

"Ink rain!" Chu night Ning was furious and angry, and the effort on his fists was faster and more awkward.

The jellyfish flowers are falling, soft as the wind blows the snow, and the two men and the men under the tree slammed their legs and slammed their legs. After more than eighty rounds, Chu Ning gradually felt that there was some overdraft in his physical strength. He first practiced the sword for half an hour before the ink burned. Later, he used the blade and ink to burn more than 100 rounds. Very tired.

But his eyes are very bright, his heartbeat is also very fast, and a handsome face is full of spirit and glow.

The more they struggled, the longer they struggled. The strength of the fight was more glued. The night of Chu’s death was sideways, and the elbows fell to the ink-burning chest, but they were caught by the ink.

The two pressed against each other, their arms and arms were shaking...

Chu’s arm was so tightly held by the ink, and the long, slender fingers seemed to crush him and pinch his bones.

The animalism and conquest of ink burned were also burned in the slap of the flesh and meat. He suddenly used force to finally control the power of Chu’s late life, and then suddenly turned his backhand—

Chu night Ning suddenly stunned, waiting to return to God, has been firmly burned in the sweaty arms.

"Is it still playing?" The back of his body burned with a scream of laughter. His back was close to the ink-burning broad chest, and his heartbeat was ups and downs. The young man’s chest was like a hot fire, and the iron was strong, like a rock that was burning. I have to take him all in, and get rid of it. The ink-burning lips and teeth are attached to the back of his ear, and the breath of the breath is hot, all sprayed on the back of his naked and exposed neck, and Chu Yuning has a sorghum, no hair blocking, and can feel the other tiger and wolf. The breath, almost like this, put his entire male tear through the tears.

Because of the sweat, the violent stagnation is lingering, moist like spring water...

"Master, still playing?"

"..." Chu nightning bites the lower lip, and the phoenix climbs red.

Damn, he is not willing!

Just wanting to fight again, the ink-burning lips are posted at this moment, as if it was a coincidence, if there is nothing in the ear lobe, the rough and warm feeling, let him slammed a goose bump, Chu The evening cold hair is upside down, biting the teeth and cutting the teeth: "You give me away!"

Although his words are fierce, his body is uncontrollably trembling in the ink-burning arms. Fortunately, because of the fight, the ink can't tell what he is shaking because of what he is. In fact, the ink can't be self-protected. The heart found the abnormality of Chu Xiaoning.

Chu Xiaoning heard his low opening, his voice hoarse, very similar to the sound of deep feelings, with some ridiculous chuckles: "After letting go, will the Master be willing to go back to the room to change clothes?"

Chu nightning was provoked by the phoenix, and he said: "... let go!"

His evasive exchange for the more powerful and rude restraint of the other party. Chu’s arm was pinched almost to be misplaced. His body was soft and he couldn’t help but hoarse and snorted.

This sound is too much like a slap in the bed, the ink burns fiercely, and the lower body immediately reacts. The body of him and Chu Xinning is now close to him. He fears that the master can immediately perceive his own hot and hard anger. How can he let Chu Xining know? He almost subconsciously pushed away the late night, and did not dare to suppress the other side from behind.

That is to say, at the moment of letting go, Chu night would have been empty, and the end was suffocating, holding his arm that was pinched, and looking back at a whip leg, using a real force to smash the ink that could not be prevented. At the ground. Where does the ink burn, this guy will suddenly scorpion, the whole person is stunned, lying on the ground, feel that the ribs are broken, and the pain is frowning.

"Master, you are too..."

It’s a bit of a victory.

In the latter half of the sentence, I dare not say that the ink burned and swelled the painful eyes of the water vapor, and tried to look up to see the night.

He saw that his master's robes were scattered, and the white silk robes had already been wide open because of the fierce struggle, revealing a tight and smooth chest, and rushing together with the rapid breathing. Chu night, gasping, he violently pulled his scattered clothes, the amount of hair scattered, the corners of the evacuation, because the fight is fierce, he is still thin red at the end of the eye.

Chu nightning slowly stood up straight, looking down at him from top to bottom, his chin raised slightly, his eyes glazed, majestic and proud.

He calmed and said, "You lost. It doesn't matter if you are tall."

The ink burns and laughs. When you speak, there are blood bubbles in your mouth: "Don't you lose? Even the bones must be kicked off by the master."

"..."

He said that Chu Xiaoning was a little guilty. He just played very smoothly. He didn't remember whether he had the last leg. He used to lean over the chest rib that burned his ink: "Where did you kick?"

"This side..."

"Does it hurt?"

"..." The pain is affirmative, but now I am not a fifteen or six-year-old boy, and it looks like a teacher.

Chu Xiaoning saw that his face was not so good. He reached out and took the stack of clothes. The other hand tried to force the ink to stand up. He expected that his strength was too much, and the ink burned and sank. Gao, he did not pull under this pull, but the whole person fell on the burning body. He heard the pain of the person under his body, and quickly sat up, did not think much, and went to see the burned injury.

"Do you want to be tight?" Chu nightning's face is white.

The ink burned and frowned, and the hand was added: "You will come down from me first."

Fortunately, I can still speak, it seems that there is no crush.

Chu nightning was busy preparing, but the people who were offensive often didn't get up very easily when they fell down. The legs were actually soft, often not stable, didn't stand, and some fell into disarray.

This fall, not the position, is burning on the waist, Chu night Ning did not pay attention to the beginning, but he wears very little, only a thin layer of silk cloth, and this position is so embarrassing, he moved Almost immediately, I felt that there was a huge thing in the hard state, and the sword was smashed and smashed underneath.

The author has something to say: Today, the collar has "not the koi is the squid king", Xue Meng, the dog 0.5 and the assistant sister, I saw the handsome chicken of the fried chicken, want to give the straight man a cute hug Feeling high ~ ~ straight man Meng is the most handsome, I turned down, Shi Zun and the dog sold cheaply, this little Phoenix I took away! Yan control! Face! Hahaha ~ 0:5 today is still in the world (really not messing with the world?), and the assistant lady sister Meimei 哒~

Small theater "The way to burn the ink"

Chu nightning: Come, I will play with you.

Ink Burning 1.0: Don't don't, beat the Master, Master makes me ten strokes or beats Master QAQ

Chu nightning: Come, I will play with you.

Ink burning 2.0: What should I do if I lose? Losing me, I feel so bad. ^_^

Chu nightning: Come, I will play with you.

Ink burning 0.5: (playing eyes) still have a fight? Is it yesterday that I didn’t bully you enough?