The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

Chu Jingning's horror has been completely difficult to describe in words. He widened his eyes and looked at the ink in his dreams like a ghost.

The drizzle that has grown up is very British, the shoulders are wide, the legs are long, and the man is half a head taller than him.

When I look down on myself, there is some playfulness and ridicule at the end of my eyes.

"The good master of this seat, you really should look at what it is like today."

His fingertips ran down the cheeks of Chu, and stopped at his ear.

A few silences, he was cold, and then deceived, the soft and hot touch swept over, and he contained a late night lips.

Unexpectedly, Chu Jingning’s brain banged, as if there was a string... broken...

The ink burned and kissed him. His breath is encroaching on him, damp, anxious, full of sinful desires.

The lips and teeth are entangled violently, and the chest is turned upside down.

The late night of Chu is close to the hustle and bustle, the phoenixes are round and round, and the anger and anger in the mind are all there. However, in the dream, it seems that the spiritual power has been lost. Even the ordinary strength is difficult to gather. He can’t break free from the smoldering. Was firmly in the other's arms.

The ink in the dream is unknown, and it is totally different from what he knows.

There is no longer a good eyebrow in the past, selling beggars, but the momentum is sturdy and the power is intense.

He can even clearly perceive the sizzling scent of the smoldering breath, which is rushing and low. A hot beast. To be like a magma, he must melt his flesh and blood with bones and **** into water.

Chu night, the face of Ning Qi is blue, and he wants to vomit blood. He couldn't imagine how he would be suppressed by ink and no resistance. What made him even more uncomfortable was that he felt the heat in his abdomen and the fingertips were soft in this crazy and wet kissing. He was trembling in his arms, his burning chest was so hot, as if he had to melt him through his clothes, to submerge him, he wanted to struggle, but he had no strength.

At the end of the kiss, Chu’s legs were soft, and the ink burned and hugged him, putting his face to his side and sticking it to his back. The damp heat breathed at the root of his neck and gasped. Then he heard the ink burned and said, "Are you not talking about the conditions with this seat?"

The sound of ink burning is very hoarse, hoarse to make Chu Xiaoning almost unfamiliar.

Chu night, coveted, seeing his throat rolling, is a forbearance, but can not help but swallow.

"You have no value for this seat, then talk about what you left last."

Chu Yuning’s voice is also dumb, I don’t know because of desire or anger, he whispers: “What...”

The ink burned him to the wall, suddenly raised his hand, slammed against the wall, and grabbed a wrist that was buckled by Chu.

He was all malicious, but he bowed his head and covered his earrings.

Chu Xiaoning instantly trembled fiercely, a horrible numbness from the caudal vertebrae to the scalp.

The burning sound is low, the breathing is very turbid, and it is very heavy.

"You let me do it once, I will promise you."

Chu nights and squatting eyes wide open, there is love in the sorrow. The color of the water to be dyed, but more is unbelievable.

The other hand has touched his waist, his lips licking his neck, gentle tone, vicious sentence.

"However, this seat is so disgusting to the Master, it is estimated that there is not much interest in the body of the Master. To be happy, you have to bother with your cooperation."

The ink burned, and continued to touch his waist, tightening people.

"So, you want to be clear, if you want, you will kneel down, take care of me, comfort me, then kneel on your own, kneel on the bed, beg me. Fuck. You."

"..."

Chu night Ning is going crazy.

Yuheng elders, clean and proud, innocent and chilly, not stained, male color, not close to the female color, do not listen to the **** paintings, do not listen to the genre, and keep the cold and self-love.

To put it simply, he knows that there is a lack of knowledge.

Therefore, he is unfortunate. Although he is angry, he can only throw a helmet in front of such a fierce strange feeling, and he will not be defeated.

After the ink burned, I waited for a moment. It is estimated that he did not respond, he whispered a sentence, but he couldn’t help but start kissing him. He had enough of his lips, and the wet tongue withdrew from the mouth, bringing out a trace of crystal, and then slammed his neck. He kissed his neck and shoulders and auricles.

What makes Chu’s scalp numb is that the ink-burning hand began to tear the robe on his body violently, while tossing and muttering, “What kind of gentleman to pretend! What kind of saint!” When looking up at him, his eyes were hot. Crazy, the end of the eye is full of wonderful light, like the long-awaited hatred finally got vented.

It is also like the feeling of boiling under the rock. The magma is desperately sprayed after a long period of forbearance.

Chu night Ning is like a tiger-wolf-like look, and wants to remove his sight, but he is stunned by the ink, and he covers his face.

"look at me."

The hoarse voice was hot and shivering, I don’t know if it was because of excitement or something else. It sounds like the hunger and thirst of a beast.

"I let you look at me!"

Chu nightning shivered and closed his eyes.

This dream is too ridiculous...

"Master." The voice in the ear suddenly became soft and soft, and it was a familiar tone. "Master, you wake up."

Between the nights of Chu and Ning, I saw that the face of the burning ink was still in the air. I immediately thought about it, and a slap and a fan slammed the past, and the slamming slammed the cheeks.

The ink burned and caught, and was smoked. "Ah" a big eyes: "Master, how do you beat people?"

"........."

Chu night Ning sat up, a pair of phoenix slings, eyes with anger, was shocked.

His body is still trembling, dreams and reality are intertwined, driving him crazy.

"Master respect..."

"do not come!"

Chu night Ning pressed the low sword and shouted, and his overreaction made the ink burned. For a long while, be careful: "Do you have a nightmare?"

Nightmare...

Yes, it is a dream... it is a dream.

Chu night, staring at the people in front of him, slowed down for a while, then gradually returned to God.

He is still lying in the library of the Red Lotus, and the Danxin Temple and the youthful smoldering disappeared together, leaving only the face that is still young and childish.

"... um, my dreams... good to beat people." Finally, I woke up, and Chu night settled for a moment, finishing my expression, using a slender finger that was still trembling, and I was pretending to be dressed, and I was not scattered. Hot and upset, said.

The ink burned from the red cheeks and sighed: "What kind of nightmare did Shizun do? It’s so embarrassing to start..."

Chu nighting face flashed a trace of sputum, licked his lips, side by side Zhang Jun beauty, high cold did not speak.

There was no wave in his face, but his heart was filled with waves. He felt that his self-esteem was bursting: he had actually made such an absurd dream, so swearing, swearing, and shameless.

What made him even more collapsed was that his body did not live up to expectations in this humiliating dream...

Fortunately, the robes are loose and elegant, and others can't see them.

However, Chu nightning helped the frontal angle, and the face was still black.

He naturally can't breathe in the darkness of his dreams, but it's okay to send it to the door. Then he slanted his eyebrows and sullenly asked: "In the middle of the night, privately, my bedroom, you are a red lotus, is your home? You are the elder of Yuheng?"

"..."

First, it was inexplicably fanned, and the face was trained. Some of the grievances and whispers, "What temper is it..."

Chu night Ning Jianmei angered: "I have not lost my temper, I have to sleep, you give me out!"

Ink ignited: "But the Master, it is already the time."

Chu nightning: "........."

"If we haven't seen the Master in the good and evil Taiwan for a long time, I don't dare to come to Honglian Water to find you."

Chu night: ".................."

The window of the library was hidden. He pushed open the window and saw that it was already rising from the sun, and the birds were worming.

Chu nightning's face is even more ugly.

When he goes up, he may call the day to ask people.

When he actually had a spring dream to do it, if it wasn’t for him to rush to call him, he might continue to do it. This cognition made Chu’s forehead’s forehead spurt, and the knuckles that held the window were jade.

I want to know that Chu Xinning’s practice of cultivating the mind has always been to curb desires. Before that, let’s not say spring dreams, even mourning has never happened.

Chu night is like this, just like a wood man, stupid, stupid and stiff, his own method of cultivation to the ruin of the realm, sever the desire, no matter, always like to despise the lover, and despise the pair of monks, At the end of the day, this person is still proud of himself and feels that he is particularly high.

Who expected the horse to lose its forefoot, planted...

And still planted in the hands of his own apprentice.

The wise and savvy Chu Zong, who is noble and glamorous, never dared to look at the ink, and angered and threw away the sentence: "Speed ​​and me go to the good and evil Taiwan morning repair!" The sleeves went out for a moment.

Xue Meng and Shi Yi had been waiting for a long time. When Chu arrived, they were sitting under the shade of the trees.

The teacher is very anxious: "The teacher is never late, what is going on today? It’s already this time, and I haven’t seen his shadow yet."

Xue Meng is even more anxious: "Isn't the ink burning to ask the teacher to respect it? After I haven't come back for a long time, I knew I would go with him. Master will not be sick?"

The teacher said: "I see the wound on the shoulder of the teacher is so serious. Although the good student has been nursed back to health, his body is too boneless, but it is hard to say..."

When Xue Meng heard it, he became more and more restless and suddenly got up: "Don't wait, the ink burns the unreliable dog thing, I will go see it myself!"

Looking back, I saw a glimpse of Chu’s white dress and strode.

The two people under the tree are together: "Master!"

Chu nightning: "Some things are delayed. Take you to practice martial arts today, let's go."

The teacher looked at the late night and didn't pay attention to it. He whispered to the back of the ink: "Do you want to be strict? What happened?"

The ink burned a white eye: "Sleep over the head."

"what?"

"Hey, I don't know." The ink burned his cheeks. The slap was still hurting. He didn't want to be slap in the face.

The teacher’s eyelashes flickered: “How is your left face red?”

The ink burned low: "You have to ask again, my right face has to be red, don't ask, let's go."

Three people went to the cultivation field, and Chu Yuning let the ink burned and the teacher first went to learn and make a move, leaving Xue Meng alone.

Chu nightning said: "Sit down."

Xue Meng is not clear, but he has always been a teacher, and he immediately sits on his own.

Chu Xiening also sat down in front of him and said to him: "Three years later, it is the Lingshan sword. What are your plans?"

Xue Meng whispered, after a moment, bite his teeth: "Get the top spot."

If Chu Yuning asked him in front of Jin Chengchi’s trip, Xue Meng would answer his embarrassment and prestige.

However, at this time, to say this sentence again, but it is not able to put up the arrogance, hard to die.

He is not self-aware, but he is not willing to let the name of "the pride of the sky" be handed over.

After saying the words "to get the first prize", Xue Meng was stunned and sneaked at the sight of Chu.

But Chu Ning just looked at him, no sneer, no doubt.

He simply said a word.

"it is good."

Xue Meng’s eyes suddenly lighted up: "Master, you think - do you think I can still... I..." He was so excited that he was incoherent.

Chu night Ningdao: "Under my door, there are no disciples who have not spoken before."

"Master respect..."

"The ones who participate in Lingshan's swords are all young leaders of the various factions. Those who do not have Shenwu will naturally not be your opponents. If you have a martial arts, you don't have to be afraid." Chu Yuning said, "Shenwu is not going to be able to control it all at once. Although your Sabre Dragon City is slightly inferior, it is also the top grade that can be cast by the mortal world. If you have practiced and cultivated in the past three years, it is not impossible to take advantage of it.

Everyone knows that Chu Zongshi’s eyes are sinister and sinister in martial arts.

He is also a sensational person who will never say anything in good faith to motivate others. Therefore, Xue Meng listened to his words and suddenly felt very excited.

"What can the teacher respect this truth?"

Chu night Ning smashed the scorpion, understatement: "How old is Xue Meng? After five years old, I am not embarrassed."

He said this, Xue Meng was a little embarrassed, licked his nose and laughed.

Chu Evening said: "The outcome is impermanent, but pride can't be light, try to be it. As for the result, you don't have to be overly demanding."

Xue Mengdao: "Yes!"

Here, Xuemeng was relieved, and Chu Yuning came to the vicinity of the Linglimu people pile behind the performance battlefield. In order to prevent the disciples from accidentally hurting others when playing the wooden piles, this place was built to be somewhat remote and had to go through a long The cloister, turn a corner, to come to the pile.

The teacher and the ink burned his back to him, talking, not far from the distance, just to hear.

"You..." Chu night Ning was trying to call them over, but the scene in front of him made him suddenly stop talking.

The author has something to say:

Today's Little Theater:

"If this is a essay, then the respective people may be..."

Chu Xiaoning: Probably the worst temperate teacher in the school.

Teacher: Surgeon.

Xue Meng: A student at the Film Academy, reading... probably a performance major.

Xue Zhengyi: Coal boss local tyrants

Mrs. Wang: The first lady of the scholarly family who followed the local tyrants

Mei Hanxue: counselor.

Ye Forgiveness: Dedicated to the people's police.

Ink burning: ... racer. Don't ask me why, driving by him depends on him.