The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

Bitan Zhuang left, and Huang Xiaoyue wanted to stay, and there was no reason to stay.

He can only go up the mountain.

The ink-burning hope is quick and fast, and one horse is currently rushing into the phoenix enchantment. The people of Jiangdongtang then follow. As soon as I entered the enchantment, the ink burned well, but the people in Jiangdongtang all screamed out.

——

It is dead.

There are dead people everywhere.

Full of land, full of trees, lying on the ground, hanging on the treetops, densely packed, all dead bodies. Moving, crawling, twisting, and coming to each living person at a very slow speed.

Huangshan has become a whole corpse!

Huang Xiaoyue saw it. One person was currently pulling out the dust and slamming forward, and the heads of four or five dead bodies were rolled in the blink of an eye. The ink burns have not yet reacted, why did the old man suddenly become so

When he was brave, he heard him screaming "ah" and fell to the ground in an extremely flamboyant posture. His eyes turned white and he coughed the bleeding foam.

Ink burning: "........."

Jiang Dongtang disciples are busy: "Yellow predecessors -"

"senior……"

"No problem, although the old man is injured, he still has some strength." Huang Xiaoyue struggled to get up, but climbed two times, his knees were soft, and he fell back to the ground, and kept panting.

gas.

Those disciples will be anxious: "Predecessors still go to rest outside, there are too many evil spirits here, I am afraid it will damage the heart."

"Yeah yeah."

Huang Xiaoyue first tried to quit, while whispering, while vomiting blood, blood still mixed with sticky saliva, can not tell the nausea, so after two times, Huang Xiaoyue led the Jiangdongtang University

The half disciple made a very regrettable appearance. All the people, like the cross of the river, screamed out of the phoenix enchantment.

This enchantment stopped people from entering, but did not stop people from fleeing. Soon Jiang Dongtang would have few people left. At this time, a young man suddenly fell down the mountain, and the young man’s long hair was dark.

Oh, look cold.

He saw each other with ink and burned, and each other was slightly stunned.

The ink burned first came over: "...Mei brother?"

Mei Hanxue nodded and didn't like words coldly.

The ink rushed to ask: "Do you see me respecting them?"

"It’s just ahead." When he said this, a dead body climbed up from Mei Hanxue, and the ink burned waiting for a reminder, but he saw Jianguang a cold, Mei Hanxue had called out

The sword, the head does not return, the backhand will smash the hole in the chest of the dead body.

He slammed the sword out, and there was a black effusion on his head. The plum and snow looked cold and cleaned the blood on the sword. He said, "Go up, go straight ahead, the first mountain ridge."

The mouth is to the left, there are too many dead bodies, and the road is being cleared. Everyone is there. ”

I’m thankful and I’m trying to catch up. Mei Hanxue stopped him.

"and many more."

"Is there something about Mei brother?"

"Well. The palace owner and Mrs. Rong are deceased, she can't worry, let me fold back to see the two of the Confucianism. How are they, are they still outside?"

The ink burned the words, the heart was wide, and said: "They are still waiting outside, Nangong 打 has given himself a binding spell. But Huang Xiaoyue went out, I am afraid it will make something difficult for them.

Love, please also take care of you. ”

Mei Hanxue licked his lips, no more words, a little point, and the person has disappeared at the end of the enchantment.

The ink burns no longer delays, and immediately rushes to the large forces.

Strange to say, he originally thought so many bodies, he should always see his own will, but there is no, there are corpses that are smashed, rotten flesh, disgusting

Disgusting, but not mixed with the remains of any monk.

Is it because all the leaders are bringing elite leaders?

He didn't have the time to think more, and he immediately went into battle with the mountain. If he just came along the place where everyone has already played, those zombies have already

It was cut off without any fighting power, so at this moment he felt more embarrassed when he got started.

too easy.

He felt that he was not fighting with the evil spirits at all, and it was like an ordinary person who was killing the hands of a chicken.

This situation made him uneasy, and he vaguely had a terrible speculation...

"Drinking -"

Suddenly, a zombie was hung on the big tree in front of him, and the head was shed, and his hand was about to go to the neck of the ink. The ink burned back and swept back, and the zombie immediately turned his head, his nostrils twitching, one

Only grabbed his shoulder and put the rotten face together.

The smoldering sorrow was terrible, but he took the opportunity to observe it first, then lifted his ankle and smashed it into the corpse that had come up, and even knocked down several carcasses that had come over.

"Ink burning!"

At this time, Xue Meng also called, and he leaned back against him. Xue Meng gasped, and some black blood splashed on his cheeks. His eyes were like electric power. Shen Sheng said: "What happened? These bodies are noisy.

For play? Playing sea war? How is it so weak! ”

The smoldering eyes are cold and chilly. In the past, he stepped on the sorcerer and read the sorcerer. He had a vague guess in his heart, but the clues were not enough at the moment, he could not conclude.

The ink burns and bites the back groove: "These are not the body of the monk. It is ordinary people."

"What?!" Xue Meng was surprised, asked sideways, "People are **** black and gray, one by one, how can you see if it is a monk? I **** even they are

Men are women are not clear! ”

The ink burned did not answer directly, but said: "If I fight with you, I can't get out of the way, and you will grab your shoulders. What will happen?"

"...how do you expose your shoulders to me? This is a big fight. The eleven-year-old disciples will not make such mistakes."

“Why is it taboo?”

"The nucleus is close! Grab your shoulder, which is equivalent to grabbing half of your nucleus, and the other hand will be able to decide to live and die immediately after breaking into your chest!"

Ink burning: "Well, just a zombie has caught me like this -"

Xue Meng said: "How are you so careless? Don't you die?!"

The ink burned his words: "It didn't move."

"Ah?" "So close, it didn't even think of another hand attacking my nucleus. For the person who cultivated the truth, protect his own nucleus and attack him when he is close.

The spiritual core of human beings is already a habit of deepening the bone marrow. As you said, the 11-year-old Xiao Xiu will do this. Even if you turn into a zombie after death, the habit of fighting melee will not change.

Changed, but this body did not do this. ”

The ink burned and sighed.

"Why don't you do it? Two possibilities. Can't do it, can't think of it."

Xue Meng: "..."

Ink burning: "The hands and feet are sound, the chances are rare, it is impossible to do it. So I can't think about it.... These bodies are mostly ordinary people when they are alive, and they will not be dead.

These elite champions, so hit now, no one injured. ”

Xue Meng was shocked: "How could this be? What does Xu Shuanglin do in Huangshan when he wants to pile up so many ordinary people? He has this power, why not control the monks?"

Ink burning: "There is the same as the talent, two kinds, can't do it, can't think of it."

"How could he not think of it!"

"So there is only the last one. Can't do it." The ink burned his eyes, and the smoldering star fire splashed in his eyes, like the burning iron water falling into the night, "Xu Shuanglin's spiritual power,

Not enough to control so many monks with the Jane Chess. ”

"Then it is useless to control these soft-footed shrimps?" Xue Meng stepped back and retired a bunch of zombies. He was so sad and crying, "What can I do? What can I stop?"

The ink burned no more, and the speculation in his heart became more and more clear.

He looked at the zombies who were fighting with everyone. Soon, he found a very strange phenomenon: those bodies that were cut off, cut their heads, and fell on the ground immediately.

The tiny vines came out and pierced directly into their chests, and then slammed the chest meat, and together with the heart, slammed into the ground and disappeared.

This is a very easy thing to find, but the chaos is so crowded that everyone can’t take it, the vine is small and

Suddenly he flew up and grabbed the neck of a zombie, turning his hand over the hidden weapon dagger and stabbing the heart of the zombie.

Black blood suddenly splashed his face!

Xue Mengdi

Big mouth, two steps back, actually can't speak.

He thinks that the smoldering must be crazy...

The ink ignited half of the well-defined face, and quickly twitched and shattered the dark gray heart of the zombie, revealing the inside.

A black chess piece comes.

This is nothing to be surprised. The phoenix corpse is obviously controlled by the Jane Chess, and this will be the case for the tiger.

This piece of chess - he rummaged through the blood, endured a strong stench.

Xue Meng couldn't stand it anymore, bowed and wowed out.

"You! Are you sick?... This is too disgusting... vomit..."

The ink burned him, his fingers fiddled in the blood clot, and he quickly found the thing he was looking for.

I saw it on the back of the chess piece, crouching with a small worm, reddened - soul worm.

At the same time, the ground suddenly picked up dozens of soft vines, straight to the blood of the blood

Both hands are coming! He swiftly avoided it, and the vines rushed faster and faster, swearing to wrap the pieces together with the bugs into the heart of the earth.

At this moment, the ink has completely understood Xu Shuang

Lin's intentions and practices. He was covered in cold hair and his blood was cool.

Because this world, in addition to the previous generation of stepping immortal, no one would want to get this evil

Secret door!

Just like Wan Tao’s return to the waves is the same as that created by Chu Yuning. In front of all this, this piece, this soul-eating corpse, these corpses, all sorts of arrangement, point to a familiar and familiar array. :

A heart of the array.

This is the battle he created in his life!

If you still guessed before, then the re-emergence of this formation is equal to giving him a stick, and its world should undoubtedly have two things:

First, in addition to himself, there must be another person in the world.

gave birth.

Second, the rebirth, must be familiar with the number of ways to step on the emperor.

The ink-burning hand trembled slightly, and the black blood stained constantly dripping from the fingers.

The black chess piece and the reddish bug were clenched in his palm. He avoided the vines that came from the attack, but his mind was in chaos.

Chaos and horror

He suddenly remembered the broken things of his life -

At the beginning, he was only 19 years old.

At that time, the ghost world had just been filled, and the teacher was mourning, and he was carrying all the people. The practice of secretly practicing the chess game was almost half a year, and it has been ineffective and failed repeatedly. Until that day.

19-year-old ink drizzle

Sit with your legs and slowly open your eyes.

Spreading his hands, there are two dark pieces in the palm of his hand - that is the first time in his life, the cherished chess.

Good text,

Before that, he tried thousands of methods, but all ended in failure. He couldn’t understand the confusing sentence on the forbidden

Son, but he can't ask Chu Yuning. In fact, during that time, he was not very willing to talk to Chu Xiaoning, and the death of the teacher became a gap that they could never fill.

This pair of teachers and apprentices has long existed in name only.

In the last few months of his demon's face, he walked on the road and occasionally met the white man who was on the opposite side.

But every time he meets, he will do it as if he didn’t see it.

In fact, several times in Naihe Bridge, the two passed by, and his afterglow noticed that Chu was rather like

I want to say something to him. It is a pity that the dignity of Chu Yuning did not allow him to take the initiative to call his apprentice. And if you burn it, it won’t give him more time to hesitate.

The sample will leave and never look back.

The wrong shoulder.

In the absence of help, the ink burned for a long time, only to read and understand the meaning of the forbidden wounds.

I also know the most important point of the game:

All the pieces, whether they are sunspots or even more powerful, can be sympathetic to the sorcerer.

The spiritual power is condensed. Every time a piece of chess is condensed, the spiritual power to be consumed is very amazing. The spiritual power of refining a sunspot is enough to display hundreds of big moves, and to refine a white child.

It is almost impossible to use the spiritual power of the masters of this class at the end of the night.

That is to say, if a person is clever and smart, for the chess game

Knowing that it has reached its peak, it is useless, and there is not enough spiritual power. It can only be discussed on paper. Although the ink is full of talents, the spirit is abundant, but after all, it is a 20-year-old

The young man who did not arrive, so he exhausted all his efforts, failed several times, and finally only condensed two sunspots.

Lying in his palm at the moment.

The ink burned on the two sunspots, and the eyes shone with a strange luster. There was only a burning candlestick in the dark room, shining on his face.

he made it.

At that time, he did not care about the number of pieces, but he was ecstatic because he successfully condensed the black chess. he made it!

Obviously such a handsome person, but suddenly there is

The appearance of some beasts.

He walked out of the darkroom of the practice, his mind was dizzy, half because of bliss, and half because the two pieces had exhausted all his spiritual power. His whole person was collapsed, and he went outside and was dazzled. The sun shone, suddenly dizzy, breathless.

His face was red for a while, white for a while

Shaking the blurred scene, he saw far away, and there were two disciples who were dead and dying. The only thing he has to do is to hide the two sunspots into the Qiankun bag as soon as possible.

And the back foot was soft, planted on the ground, fainted.

Half-awake, he knew that he had been taken back to the disciple room and was lying on a bed that was not spacious. he

Slightly opened his eyes and sat alone by the bed.

He has a fever, his head is very painful, he can’t see the person’s appearance, only when he can blur the eyes and look at himself, then

Concern, so focused, so gentle, even seems to take responsibility.

"division……"

His lips are moving, his voice is dumb and he can’t say complete words, but tears first.

Knocked down.

The white figure paused, and then the burning felt a warm hand on his face, the tears on his cheeks were wiped, and the man sighed softly.

And said, "How come you cry?"

"..."

Teacher, are you coming back?

Can't you go... don't die... don't leave me alone...

Since A-Niang left, there is no second person in this world. I will treat you as gentle as you, treat me well, without a second person, I will not abandon me, I will be willing to stay with you.

I……

Teacher, don't go...

The hot tears couldn’t stop, and he felt that he was very unprofessional, but he was crying all the time, sleeping in his dreams and crying all the time.

The man sat on his bed and accompanied him. He then held his hand and did not speak. He was so awkward that he had not left the place for a while, accompanied him.

The ink burns the two precious pieces in his own pocket. He also knows that it is the source of sin and the seed of the devil.

But it is also after he asks for it, and then fights with the sky.

And the chips with the ground.

What is needed to refine the chess piece is not only the spiritual power, but the last sacrifice will be the soul that he was still clean.

The smoldering smoldering, under the wet eyelashes, his gaze, looking at the phantom of the teacher, he said: "I'm sorry... if you are still, I also..."

I don't want to, take this road.

But the latter part of the sentence, but no longer have the strength to say, he fell asleep again. When he woke up again, the white man had already left, and the ink burned it even more.

It is a sight that I dreamed of when I was faint. Only he remembered that there was a furnace of incense in the house. It was Xue Zhengyi who gave him peace of mind. The fragrance was good, but he didn't like it.

The incense has gone out.

A long coil of incense, not burned, was annihilated.

Who has been here?

He sat up and stared at the incense burner. He thought for a long time and didn't think about it. In the end, he simply didn't want to. He saw his clothes and accessories, and he was placed on the table, and the Qiankun bag was also.

He returned to his heart and quickly took his bare feet and took his own bag.

Opened, okay, the three knots that he deliberately stunned before, or the three, no one moved.

The ink burned out and turned the bag. He saw the two black-and-white chess pieces, crouching in the corner, like two unscrupulous eyes. Want to swallow him

Get rid of it.

He stared at the two pieces for a while.

This is probably the fate - if Chu Xiaoning turned over and smashed the sacs around him, everything would

change.

But Chu Xi Ning will not arbitrarily flip other people's things, even if he has pockets, he will not go to see more.

The ink burned the pieces out. His throat is swaying and his heart is like a drumstick.

What should I do now? How should he use these two pieces...

This is the weapon he first condensed, he can't wait to try it.

Try - but who to look for? The electro-optic flint in the brain, suddenly slammed up is a very crazy idea.

Chu nightning.

He wants to put the pieces into the body of Chu Xiaoning.

After he got in, the man who was ruthless and ruthless, wouldn’t he be obedient to him from now on? Is it because he is kneeling, he will never stand?

Can he let Chu night Ning Yi apologize in front of himself, let Chu Xi Ning fall to his feet, he can let Chu night Ning call his master can sting him to bite him! !

Extreme excitement caused the light in the burning hole to start to distort.

Yes, torture him...

How can this most be the most painful? The most shame?

Shame him...

The ink burned tightly on the two pieces, and the tongue dried up, getting hotter and hotter.

He is caught in a strong stimulus and anxiety, he is jealous

I lick my own cracked lips. He couldn’t wait to do this, he wanted to see Chu’s neck hanging down on his own pale neck, then he reached out and touched it, feeling the thin battle.

Li, then...

Pinch his neck? Crushed his bones?

I don’t feel so happy.

He felt empty and did not feel satisfied.

Good text,

It’s too boring to let Chu night die. Even if he imagined, he would not be happy. He wants to see him crying, wants to see him, wants to see him is not as good as death, shame and anger. He always felt that there was a better way to vent his anger.

He put a piece of chess on his lips, his cold touch on his lips, and he muttered low.

"You can't stop me, Chu is late. There will be such a day soon, I want you to..." Good text,

What about you?

He hadn’t thought about it at the time. He still didn’t know that a large part of his rushing desire was the desire and sexuality/destination of Chu’s late life.

But he already has that terrible male

instinct.

I want to bury the first demonized demon seed in the body of Chu.

He wants to stain him.

He got up and pushed the door out -