The Husky and His White Cat Shizun Chapter 45

Xue Meng shouted in the air: “Dog God! Is your dog’s eyes smashed? Are we arrogant? We are being seen by you!”

Shi Shi said: “It’s useless. This is the voice he left behind. His deity is not here. I want to come up with a false hook and confuse the judgment of picking the heart, let him think that we are squatters who are trying to misbehave.”

That voice continues:

“When the world is worthy of the weapon of the gods, when you understand what is good, what is tough, not a dream, not a mind. If you come, you will be tested by me. If the test is over, then you will be innocent, and the gods will be blessed. If Dal, if it is selfish and self-sufficient, it will not be worthy of being the master of God!”

Chu night Ning licked the blood of the lips and teeth, Sen Ran said: “A good kindness … take people to do blood leaks, is your so-called benevolence?”

He knows that Gou Shanggong can’t hear it at all, but he is still angry. Even if he speaks a word, he breathes heavily, and the wound is more painful, and he can’t control his own mean mouth.

The voice continues to reverberate in the arsenal of the gods: “To test the heart. Er will wait for the dream of the top of the heart. If you can’t wake up from the illusion in time, you will be **** and bury yourself here.” “”

The three people heard that the blood was all gone.

The teacher whispered: “What…”

The meaning is that the three of them are about to fall into a dream.

If you can’t be awake in time, the three of them will live forever in the dream, and let the ink burn in the reality and the blood will die and die?

Xue Meng dumbly screamed after a moment: “What kind of **** are you! If Xiu Xian is to cultivate you like this, Laozi will not bother to touch the sword in this life!!”

Chu night Ning also angered: “It is ridiculous!”

“Master!” The teacher hurriedly persuaded him, “Do not be angry, beware of wounds.”

And the grandson of Chen Shanggong, even at this time, picked up the poems and slowly said: “The effluent is flat, and the things flow from north to south. Life is also alive, and Aneng can sigh and sit on the wine to make it self-width. It’s hard to make a toast to sing a song. The heart is not a stone, and there’s no feeling.

Xue Meng is almost fainting: “What are you talking about!”

Shi said: “Bao Zhao’s plan is difficult, meaning that people have their own lives, how can they blame themselves, the wine is wide, the song is interrupted by wine. The heart is not a stone, how can there be no emotion, want to say still , the words are still resting.”

Gou Chen Shanggong sighed and said: “This is a floating world, there are a few people, can give up a lifelong dream, just to help others? The world is not only killing, but also fighting. If Shenwu falls into the hands of the traitor, it is my However, I am the guilt of creating a blade, how to be self-width…”

Suddenly, the arsenal of God was dark. The debris used in the flying castings in the air also stopped working. A layer of shimmer was slowly lit up at the top of the dome. It seems that there is a star-studded fascination that gradually fades and shines on the ground.

There is a voice in the air whispering: “Sleep…”

This soft and sparkling brilliance seems to have some kind of confusing effect. The teacher and Xue Mengxiu are not deep, and soon fall into a coma.

“Sleep…”

Chu night Ning clenched his teeth, strong self-resistance, but the power of the beginning of God is vast, he is finally unable to get rid of the drowsiness of the sinking, not into the dream.

God arsenal.

As a blood drip, the smoldering is the only person who is awake. He coughs and bleeds, and across the already weakened waterfall, he can see the three people who are trapped in the dream.

Chu Xiaoning, Shi Yan, Xue Meng, have been sleeping.

The ink burned the words of the hook, knowing that only one of them can wake up in time, the spell can be broken, and he can be saved.

However, time passed by, the mind became more and more dizzy, and the body gradually became cold. No one woke up from his dreams.

It can be said that it is unsatisfactory for retribution. In the past life, it was so good for Chu, and in this life, I also felt the taste of blood loss.

It’s funny.

Among them, who can give up the best dreams in life, what they want most, and come to save him?

Xue Meng is absolutely impossible.

Chu Yuning… It’s gone, I don’t want him.

If there is, that person should be a teacher.

He is thinking vaguely. But the blood has lost too much, and consciousness is almost unbearable.

The ink burned down and looked at the foot. The blood leaking to the bottom of the copper drip was diluted by the water in the leaking pot, with a reddish wave of light.

He suddenly wanted to know, if he himself fell into the illusion of the hook, what kind of scene can he see?

Does he dream of a crystal-clear copying hand, a gentle smile from the teacher, a tribute to Chu’s late night, and when the first come to life, the winds of the mountains and the wild…

“Ink burning…”

Suddenly I heard someone calling myself.

The ink burned still hangs his head, feeling that he should be losing his mind, so that he has already had an illusion.

“Ink burning.”

“Ink burning!”

Not an illusion!

He suddenly raised his face.

The scene in front of him made his pupils close together –

He is almost a sigh: “Shi Yan!!!!”

It is a teacher!

The person who wakes up, throws away the happiness, abandons happiness, and remembers his people in the best of luck.

It’s a teacher…

The ink burned through the waterfall, the delicate boy who came towards him, and suddenly, his throat whimpered.

“Teacher…you…”

I don’t know what to say at the end. The ink burned closed eyes and hoarse.

“Thank you… can still be in a good dream… still remember me…”

The sergeant waded through the water, the clothes were soaked, and the eyebrows were dark, the appearance and the smoldering were as gentle as when he first saw him. It was as gentle as the dreams he had seen in previous life, and he talked with him when he was in the cold. The same gentleness.

The teacher said: “Don’t be silly, say thank you.”

He approached, and it was discovered that his feet were bleeding.

When the ground does not know when it becomes hot, Gou Shanggong seems to have an idea to test what a person can do for his companions, so after the temptation of the dream, it is a torturous torture.

The boots of the sergeant have been burned through. If he does not leave, the ground will remain as usual, but if he insists on going forward, every step of the way, there will be a cluster of fires at the foot, the temperature is not high, and people will not directly It can’t be burned, but it can make people feel absolutely painful.

But this gentle person, obviously he has been so painful, but in the glance, his eyes are more and more determined, and he walks one step at a time.

“The ink burns, you can bear it.”

He says.

“I will save you right away.”

Touching his eyes, the ink burns knows that he does not have to say the phrase “don’t come over.”

This person’s eyes are too determined and too persevering.

Such a look, he has never seen his face before.

If the mood of the ink burns is fixed, he will definitely feel embarrassed.

The teachers and sisters all call themselves “A Burning”. When did they call him to burn?

He only said that he was good to him, but he did not realize that the person standing in front of him was not a teacher, but rather

It is Chu nightning.

The last skill of Gu Liu is called topping.

The so-called topping is to exchange the mind between people and people.

When Chu Ningning broke away from the dream, when he woke up, he found that he and the teacher changed their minds. Under the spell of the heart-splitting willow, his knowledge was transferred to the body of the teacher, and the same was true for the teacher. Only the teacher did not wake up, so from beginning to end, I did not know that I had changed my body.

Chu Xiaoning had no time to explain, but he did not know the truth of the ink, and he really thought that the person in front of him was a teacher.

He feels that the teacher will certainly endure the pains of suffering, just as he has experienced death and can’t forget his good. People are very stubborn.

But it is too cruel.

When Chu Ning finally came to the copper drip, he went to climb the towering cane, and when he wanted to save the ink on it, the rattan will suddenly produce a fine thorn that burned the flame.

Chu nightning did not expect that the hand was suddenly spurred, and it was necessary to forcefully climb, but the physical training of the teacher was not strong. He suddenly fell, and the skin of the hand was instantly opened by the thorn.

“…!”

Chu Xiaoning snorted and painfully frowned.

Shi Mingjing this broken shell!

Ink burning: “Teacher!”

Chu Xiaoning wrestled on the ground, and the flesh that touched the ground was instantly burnt by the heat, but his eyebrows were tight, but he bit his lips in inertia, never shouting.

Such a look would be very embarrassing and arrogant on his own face, but replaced with a gentle face, but it was a bit pitiful.

People really can’t compare with people.

“Teacher…”

The ink burned the opening, but the tears came down.

The heart is like a knife. In the vague vision, he saw that the man was thin and thin, so the weak man, but little by little, grabbed the cane and slowly climbed up.

The fine thorn pierced his hand, and the fire burned the bones.

The bright red stained a piece, and all the places that passed were mottled blood.

The ink burns and closes the eyes, the voice is bloody, and the words are trembled.

“Master…hey…”

The man was very close, and the smoldering saw a pain in his eyes. He seemed to be really hurt, and even the burning sound was a torture for him.

Therefore, the people in front of you are stubborn, but the gaze can be called a pleading.

“Don’t call me again.”

“…”

“Ink, you wait a second, I will… save you… next… come…”

Almost in the moment when the voice fell, the tough light of his eyes floated up, like a sharp-edged blade, and he couldn’t tell the good looks on the gentle face.

Chu night Ning robes are rolling, and they jump on the copper drip.

He is like a golden paper, crumbling, in addition to still breathing, it is no different from the dead.

At that moment, the smoldering felt that he was not as dry as blood, and it was better to let him suffer.

There is a broken voice in his throat: “I’m sorry.”

Chu Xiaoning knows this sound is sorry, not for himself. He wanted to explain, but when he got the silver-blue sabre that was in the palace, he was stabbing in the ink-breasted ribs. The spiritual source of the veins might be on this sword. He was worried that the injury would be heavier and he was still in front of his “teacher” and asked:

“Ink burning, have you believed in me?”

“I believe in you.” Never hesitated.

Chu Xiaoning raised his eyelashes and looked at him. He grasped the hilt. This sword is close to the heart, and it is a little careless. The ink burns will be killed.

“…” Chu Xiaoning’s hand was shaking, holding, but not moving.

The ink-burning eyes were still red, but suddenly smiled: “Sister.”

“……Ok.”

The ink burned: “…I am going to die.”

“……will not.”

“If I am going to die, can… can I hold you?”

When he said this sentence, he was very cautious and his eyes were shining with light. Chu Xinning’s heart suddenly softened.

However, it is another person who thinks of the burning of the eyes. This softness immediately condenses into ice.

He suddenly felt that he was an insignificant harlequin on the stage, and no one noticed him after the sleeves of Tsing Yi Hua Dan’s small man.

He is superfluous in this resilience.

Or perhaps the only use is to look at the ugly face, drawing a smile drawn by ink, to lining the joys and sorrows of others, love and hate.

How ridiculous.

I didn’t know about this, but he saw the flashing of the eyes of Chu’s late night. He said that he was reluctant to say it. He immediately said, “Hold it. Just like it.”

A sigh of invisibility.

“actually, I……”

Ink burning: “What?”

“… forget it.” Chu Yuning said, “Nothing.”

He leaned over, not very close, afraid of moving to the sword, then he reached out and gently caught the burning shoulders.

He heard the ink burning in his ear and said, “Teacher, thank you for waking up, thank you for being in a good dream, still remember me.”

Chu Xiaoning lowered his eyes, his eyelashes were like a butterfly fan, and then he smiled lightly: “No thanks.”

After a pause, he said: “Ink burning.”

“Ok?”

Chu Xi Ning is still in his dreams, hugs him, caresses his hair, sighs softly. “Do you know that if the dream is too good, it will not be true?”

He said, hugs like a little water, and immediately left.

When the ink burned up, he didn’t quite understand the meaning of the teacher. He only knew that this little hug was a sweetheart from the teacher and alms to him.

Sour and sweet, when rubbed to the base of the tongue, it gives birth to a trace of cockroaches.

At the moment of the sword, the blood is flying like a sea otter that has been blown away by the wind.

The ink burned only felt pain in my heart, and I thought I was going to die in an instant. I was so unwilling to pay attention to my heart, and suddenly blurted out: “Sister, I have always loved you very much. You…”

As the sabre came to the ground, the cane will spread out in an instant, and the waterfall flowing down the sky suddenly ceased, and the arsenal suddenly returned to silence.

I have always loved you very much.

What about you…

The body has reached the limit, and the smoldering feels a black rush.

At the moment of falling, he was caught by a pair of blood-stained hands and fell in the arms of the teacher. I don’t know if it is an illusion. I saw the teacher licking his eyebrows and slowly closing his eyes.

He seemed to hear the teacher gently said: “Me too.”

Ink burning: “!”

It’s an illusion, otherwise why the teacher’s look is so sad, but still promises him.

“I also… love you.”

The consciousness finally dissipated, and the ink burned into a coma.