Nan Chan

After being out of the predicament, Chu Lun rushed to touch the music. The pen demon lay in his hands and did not move. He called a few times and could not respond. He could not help but cough.

"Shen Jun!" Chu Lun said with a clear voice, "God saves his life, I am willing to paint for the gods!"

Jing Lin only lifted the arm of the sky and looked at it. Seeing that his scales were covered with scratches, it was the ice blade of the talented person, and he couldn’t help but look at Hui.

When Chu Lun saw that Jing Lin had not heard of it, he knew what he wanted to answer. The moment he said, "It is not a **** who tells me that life is a matter, but only a demon!"

"You are careful." Jing Lin stared at the scratches and frowns of the sky. "There is no serious problem for a while."

"This scar is normal." Cangwu looked at the look of Jinglin and said, "How can you frown?"

"Drunken Mountain has played against you three times. This is the scales that can't be broken by the magic wand. Today, it marks under the three arrows of Hui." Net Lin refers to the net scales, obviously has suspected to go elsewhere, just He refused to say too much here, so the sky would not ask.

Chu Lun does not listen, but then his own words: "Tianjia nine years, I went to study in Dongxiang, after a temple, seeing that the people in it are not gods, but a painting, but a painting." Cough, said, "The person in the painting is unique in the world, holding a folding fan, a little stone into a spirit, and dialing the magical power of the spring."

"Dongjun." The sky also frowned.

"I don't know what he came to, just borrowing from the temple, listening to his voice when he was studying late at night, he could take off the painting and talk to me. When he saw me sick, he told me that my life would be broken in Tianjia Shi. In the past two years, I want to break this rob, I must meet with Liu Chengde, and the pen will become my opportunity." Chu Lun said here, paused, "I was acquainted with the scene, I asked. People say that the case we traced involves the Holy Sepulchre, and there are many people involved in the Beijing-Chinese government. It is difficult to eradicate it alone. If the two people work together, they can get rid of the disease."

He said that he couldn't help but lie in his arms at this time. It was already sweating. He said: "I didn't expect it to be changed... It was a fate to change my life. It was a slap in the face."

"Even if it is not left, it will be someone else." The sky looked at him. "Can anyone else do it?"

Looking at Chu Lun in the sky, it seems to have seen the case of Donglin. When the government took the money for the official, it was exactly the same as that of today's Chu Lun. If the money is really a human being, it is a very sinful thing. Can you change the grass rain to someone else and change it into a lonely girl? Can you do it? It’s not right to kill Zuo Qing, then kill another person who has never met, is it OK?

The sky was thinking, and he laughed. He suddenly felt bored, and his interest was so good that it was boring. He turned to look at Jinglin and said, "I am waiting for you outside."

Said to stop the curtain, stand under the armpit and do not mention.

It was half an hour after the net Lin came out. The sky was on the stage, and the snowman was pinched a snowman of the same size by the residual snow under the glory. The stone pinched the snow and piled up a smaller koi. The two heads were facing each other and they laughed together.

The net Lin sees the sky and the eyebrows has not been removed, and the heart is not reduced, then he raises his eyebrows and kicks him. The sky was not lifted, and the hand was held.

"How do they deal with them?" The sky stretched out and pointed down the stone, and took the back of the stone back to his arms.

"Causal reincarnation, self-destruction."

Cangwu looked at the sky and said: "I see the law of the world is not good, letting the middle of the chaos make a mess, but also send a few idlers to the spoiler. What is the asking for, asking for trouble?"

Jing Lin did not answer.

The sky said: "I don't feel unwilling."

His face became more and more ruthless in the snow and mist, and the childishness that was entrained when he came out of the mountain was fading, and it had become broken and broken over time, occupied by another kind of playfulness.

"Which is the account of Qian Qian and Zuo Qingying. If the suffering is so severe, then what is born, life is like grass, it is not more fun than making a fish. I have never understood, Where is Donglin wrong, where is Gu’s mistake? Where is the left-handedness of the right now? The so-called causal reincarnation is just to fill people’s lives with human life. It’s no longer important for Chu Lun’s death and death. After that, there will be thousands of people ruining the difference between one thought. You and I are chasing this moment, and eight sufferings are less than half."

Jing Lin sighed lately: "You have given birth to compassion."

The sky is clear: "I am just watching."

"If you know your compassion, you won't be willing to do it." Net Lin coveted, "You are more personal than me."

After the sky, he looked up and merged with Jing Lin. He said, "What are you thinking about?"

Jing Lin stood still for a long while, and lifted the forehead of the forehead. He said slowly: "I think... the painting of the demon in Chu Lun is Dong Jun, or the disguise of painting the gods."

"If we have never met the **** of the town, I still suspect that it is the ghost of Dongjun. But today, I feel that it will not be him." Cang said, "What is special about Dongjun? Everyone has Is it imitation?"

"He is the best choice in many situations." Jing Lin said, "Light is his origins in the blood, it has always been blamed. You have also seen his arrogant truth, in the nine days of the gods After the death of the monarch, Li Wei was asleep, and he was the most dangerous person in the nine days. Secondly, he was responsible for the spring, and the lower bound was convenient and easy to cover. More importantly, the east This gentleman is not arrogant, he is quite arrogant, and he does not show mercy under his mouth. He is more offended than he remembers."

"Although, I can use Dong Jun's appearance in this case. I am afraid that it is not just to hate him." Cangwu got up and took off his shoulders. "There is still this Hui, I always feel that he is not like today." It’s more like fooling people to catch people."

"His words are not enough to win the letter." Jing Lin said, "There are three hundred people chasing the soul of the prison, even if the drunken mountain is not open, it should not be looking for Hui. Hui has been awarded the middle of the crossing, and lost the broken Li The synergy of the rifle is not a suitable candidate."

"It may not be him." The sky suddenly came back to taste. He said, "The night, the baby is blocking the road, so I have brought some people. Although it is not good, it is also a boost. Today, Hui is alone. one person."

"If he doesn't have a special command for nine days, he wants to leave the West Road and must be separated from the divisions along the way." Jing Lin always felt that something was wrong and vaguely felt.

"You should think so." The sky slammed the stone back into the sleeve and said, "If there are other people under the nine-day situation, what is the purpose of Hui's replacement?"

Jing Lin said: "What?"

Looking at him from the side of the sky, he said, "Isn't that what you are?"

The net Lin was stagnant, and then he sinked his heart.

"This place should not stay for a long time." Cang said, "Lin Songjun is more attractive than I expected."

"No matter what the purpose of Hui, he has to deal with the mess of Kyoto first." Jing Lin said, "The body of the goddess of music is half-into the devil's mouth. This is far more urgent than catching you and me."

"Though this is the case, do you and I both have to stay here day and night, guarding them?" The sky turned back and saw the silence inside the house, and I wonder if Chu Lun was still waiting.

"You can treat him as a tree."

"Tree?"

Jinglin walked down the stage and looked around the deserted hospital. He said: "The other party has spent the same time setting up Chulun, and there are bound to be other uses. Now he is in your hands, this is called waiting for the rabbit."

In the next few days, Chu Lun is easy to raise diseases in the house. For the sake of his illness, he smashed his hand and now he wants to spend a lot of time. After the music was awake, there were few happy moments. In addition to feeding the medicine for the Chuan decocting medicine, he sat down under the armpit and stared at the hospital.

Cangwu sitting cross-legged on the roof, holding a fishing rod, hanging grass fine, swaying in the air to tease | get a little sly.

"Why don't you play with others." The sky slammed into the stone villain, and the stone was hit from the roof bones, and it was dangerously stopped in the eaves, and walked back to sit down.

It also sits cross-legged, but also supports the head, I do not know what to calculate.

The sky was shaking, and the grass was crying. The strangers who run in the long legs of the hospital are all born with tigers and heads, and they are screaming together.

The music of his majesty sighed, and the stone followed with a sigh. The sky could not help but sigh. He said, "What happened to this person? Chu Lui lived well and did not pay for Zuo Qingyu. What did he do? I sighed all day and made me feel uncomfortable."

The stones spread their arms and fell on the tiles, revealing an equally uncomfortable expression.

"Put these things solved." Cang said, "I will take you to play."

The stone rolled over and stood with his **** against the sky.

"Learning to learn the net, as the old man entered. You said that he is young, so boring, come up to us to play and no one laughs at him." Cangwu eyes drifted to the corner, Jinglin is covered with books lying Sleeping in the wicker chair.

The stone screamed and rushed to the back of the sky, and climbed his hands and feet to his shoulders, sitting on the top and knitting his hair.

"I said that he came to play, not you." The sky shook again and again, and the grass was so scared that the soul would fly. At the bottom of the crowd, I rushed to follow the direction in which it flew, trying to pick it up. The sky also wanted to lie down and said, "I will go down later, make his chair bigger, and sleep together."

The stone fingers are awkward, and the ones that make up the hair are like grass. It listened to the sky and made a few sneers. Seeing it in the sky, it learned the truth of Jinglin. He laughed and said: "You are learning in his sleeve all day, is he learning him? If you can become a human being in the coming days, can you not be fake? It is."

Who knows the stone, and slid down the shoulders. It took a few steps back and held a leaf as a fan and shook it a few times.

The sky has something to say: "It's quite like it, it's too proud. When have you seen the net smug? He has always been self-sufficient."

The stone lost the leaves and climbed back to the shoulders. Seeing the sky, Jin Wuxi sinks into the sky, and looks at Kyoto without snow. It is the summer evening. His eyes turned to the corner of the court, and there was a shadow cast there. The finger of the net Lin was on the back of the book, which looked particularly good.

"I have been surprised recently." The whisper of the sky, "No... I have always been strange. Since I can swallow others, why do I still have a deep obsession with him? When I have an empty stomach, I feel that we should be one, just like eating. The other side won't lose it. It's not awkward. This thought has been repeated for a long time." He rubbed his nose and said, "I will sleep on that chair later, pretend to bite him into a dream, you guess he wakes up." Not awake?"

His voice fell, and he saw that the net Lin, who had been lying for a day, slowly pulled down the book, revealing a pair of clear eyes and staring at him.