The Villain Has Blackened Again

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Just, at that time, is the master still there? When he heard the words in front, Meng Ziyi didn't feel anything. He only felt that something he thought of for granted was suddenly incomprehensible. However, when the last sentence of painting was down, his heart seemed to have something uncontrollably. Floated out, gradually let the heart of the hard state

It became soft, but it soon felt a kind of awkwardness.

That is a taste that Meng Ziyi has never tasted before, a kind of unpleasant taste. Nanxun seems to have not noticed the difference of Meng Ziyi, and whispered: "Master, if someone knows my identity, I still like how good I am, just like that Guo Lao is not happy with the canary, even if he falls into the abyss. To avenge her, it is extreme, but why not love her performance?

I can meet such a person who treats me wholeheartedly. I must be a good wife. I will grow up with him all the time. ”

Meng Ziyi suppressed the strangeness in his heart. He heard that there was no mood in the face. He said: "The **** is different, the demon is the demon, and it is not like a person. If you are obsessed with this mundane thing, then gold. The end of the canary is your future end."

Nanxun: Meng Ziyi's bastard! Do you!

Nanxun paused and smirked: "Yes, the master is right, so I just think about it. A little demon talks about what is going on in the end, but the master feels ridiculous, I think." Life is alive, and you should be happy in time."

Carpe Diem? Meng Ziyi's hand holding the scorpion knives suddenly tightened, his face became colder and colder, his thin lips were close, and he was lingering from the head to his feet.

"Master is angry? I am not all ready to listen to your good practice, no longer think about it, or is the master afraid of me?

Then, when I was looking for a good spring to prepare for the spring breeze, the master looked around? I will never inhale the temper of damaging people, and I will definitely not do anything except happy."

"Enough!" Meng Ziyi suddenly gave a low voice and interrupted her words. The two were still on the street. He suddenly screamed and scared a few passers-by around him. They turned their heads and glared at him. They saw him with a dark face and a chilly body. Some more. Such a frosty face has made people dare not look directly at that outstanding appearance.

Because it is really horrible.

Meng Ziyi said coldly: "What do you want to do, it has nothing to do with me, but let me discover that you are hurting in the future, I will... kill you."

Nanxun is not afraid of his threat. He laughs back to him with a smile. The tone is simply a joy that is mad at people. "I know that I know, I am only curious about the good things of men and women, not harmful, the master is relieved." ""

Xiao Ba simply gave Nan Xiao: "My uncle, what are you doing? Do you know that the blackening value of the big boss suddenly rose by 5?"

Nanxun didn't mean it: "Oh, it's a good rise. You didn't hear him say that the **** is different. He also cursed that I have the same canary. It's really mad."

Xiao Ba: "You are angry and will not squat, the big boss is angry, but it will increase the value of blackening. Hey, forget it, the value of evil thoughts will not fall."

Meng Ziyi listened to the tone of painting, and the hand holding the knife was tight, and the fingertips were white, and the blue veins on the back of the hand trembled.

After all, he still relaxed his hand, thinking back to the words of painting the spirit, I do not know why, the sorrow of the bottom of my heart is getting richer and thicker.

What the **** is this...

Why he... Meng Ziyi walked slowly on the street, and Nanxun was unaware of his gaffe, and he was concentrating on his own chrysanthemum meeting. "Master, let's hurry to find an inn to rest, two days later is the chrysanthemum meeting, away The inn is close to the inn, we will go to some remote inns, but also

Help the master save some money. ”

Meng Ziyi pressed the sorrow of his heart back and found a vacancy after looking for a few inns.

He put down the burden and the sword, and one walked to the bed, describing it as a bit tired.

"Master, hang out my portrait, my portrait hasn't seen the sun for a long time."

The sound from the scabbard is still soft and nice, but Meng Ziyi now has to listen to the sound, and the brow will be painful.

"Hey, don't talk anymore." Meng Ziyi sighed.

"Master, what's wrong with you? Is it ill?" Nanxun's tone was all worried.

"Nothing, it is tired."

"The master took a rest and I went to rest."

The next sentence of Nanxun did not speak, and it was very good.

But when the house suddenly quieted down, Meng Ziyi felt more and more annoyed.

He suddenly found that his heart was not calm, as if someone had thrown a stone on the calm heart lake, and slammed it, disturbing the heart of the lake.

He meditated many times of meditation curses. When he read the twentieth time, the uncontrollable feeling of boredom disappeared slowly.

Meng Ziyi kept a meditation posture for an afternoon. After using the dinner, he stood by the window and looked at the night sky outside the window. His eyes could not see things, but he gave him the illusion that he was watching the beautiful scenery of the night sky.

After blowing the night wind for a while, he slammed into the window, sat cross-legged on the bed, and went to sleep.

Until he fell asleep, he did not take the initiative to say a word with the painting spirit.

Xiao Ba is a little worried. "I don't really provoke the big boss. You see him not talking to you for seven or eight hours."

Nanxun is very calm: "The so-called not breaking, not provoke him, he does not open."

After saying this, she broke out of the scabbard in the next second.

A small gossip, "I have to change back to the demon! Excited!"

After leaving the scabbard, Nanxun quickly flew into the picture.

It is not difficult to have the help of Xiao Ba, and the body of the painting demon is not difficult, not to mention she has purified the demon before.

By the time she re-examined from the painting, she changed back to the painting, the ice muscles and the bones, and the gauze wraps around, and the smiles are so beautiful that people can't move their eyes.

Nanxun looked at Meng Ziyi and saw that he was not aware of it. The corner of his mouth could not be bent. He flew to him as soon as the breeze, and then lay down gently.

The head is just at the leg of his plate.

She looked up at him quietly, convinced that he didn't wake up, and then moved his body up and down, and finally put his head on his thigh.

It didn't seem to be easy to get rid of it. She sneered a grin, like a mouse that had just stolen oil, and she was very happy.

She looked up at him and entered the man's chin with a small moustache, then slid down his chin along his chin and stared at it for a long time. Then, his neck, the slightly open placket.