The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

Chapter 291: [The dying of life and death]

Stepping on the fairy is standing in the sky, the black robe is like a splash of ink.

He narrowed his eyes, and the hustle and bustle of the wide sleeves was blown up, and the power in the palm of the hand was like a dragon, swallowing the sun, and suddenly tearing open the visible cold fog and the invisible time and space -

"boom!"

Suddenly a loud bang, a lightning bolt is like a sharp blade, and it suddenly shatters the sky!

A few deaths, followed by the Tianchi water rushing into the water, the Kunlun snow raging, the yellow clouds rolling, the hurricane sky... Once, Chu nightning came to this red dust, only tore a slight trace, and then the division I have painstakingly repaired the traces and followed it to the world.

But the two times of time and space split, only a slight trauma, will soon be restored to the original state by the power of Hong Meng. Even later on the mountain, Xu Shuanglin opened a big crack with the help of the five great soldiers, which only temporarily broke the barrier between the two red dust.

But this time, the crack that was torn by the ink burned was completely different from the previous one. When the sky is dark, the scarlet is filled with water. At the same time, there are two suns and two moons rising up, with the faint white light and the high hanging above.

From Jiangnan to Mobei, from Cape to Tianya. For a time almost everyone stopped what was on hand and looked up at this strange and horrible sky.

Impermanent town. The child with babble is crying, and her mother is holding it tightly in her arms. The mother kisses his face and whispers: "Don't cry, don't cry, baby is awkward, Aunt is here, Aunt is here. ""

Yangzhou City. The old woman with the chicken skin was twitching with a cane, squatting, hoarse and whispering: "This... how can there be two moons in the sky, and two suns... Heaven, God, what is this? what's going on……"

Feihua Island. Sun Sanniang erected her eyebrows and stood on the shore with her arms. She slammed everyone into the house to turn off the lights, and let the servants connect the homeless, old, sick and sick on the island to the house.

She stared at the vision in the sky, her eyes splashing with fire.

Not to mention the lonely moon, the Huanghuang Pavilion, the Wushou Temple, whether or not they are willing to accept, almost all the monks clearly understand one thing at this moment:

Time and space are really dead, really open.

The smoldering of the smoldering gas is full of blood, and the eyes are covered with blood and suffocating.

He was fascinated by the teacher before and after the net, and he was born and died. He died and lived. The memory is even more fragmented. There is only one soul in the body to support.

Therefore, his whole person is crazy, more unreasonable than before.

Destroy the sky.

Soon, half of the mountains and rivers were covered by this black stream cloud, and stepping on the king looked up, haha ??smiled - but what was he laughing at?

He is not clear, nor does he know.

The mind is messed up, and only the commands of the master are constantly swirling around in the chest.

He narrowed his eyes and looked at the crystal clear enchantment under the black cloud. A sneer twitched between the lips and teeth, then raised his hand and lowered his head: "No return."

Not returning to the present.

Stepping on the fingertips of the stepping stone on the knife body, rubbing it.

Then, he enchanted toward the resistance of the two red dusts, and fell! !

Must be dead -

Suddenly, the hinterland roared and Vientiane ran.

Time and space are finally completely opened by him, cut off, and broken.

At the time, the mountains and rivers are discolored.

His fierce and overbearing spiritual power and the unsuccessful martial arts make this rip expand so thoroughly, and it is impossible to seal it within a hundred years!

The mission is complete.

Stepping on the swell of the blast, the smashing eyes squinted for a moment, then looked back at the red dust, and suddenly turned and turned into the world that truly belongs to him -

When the wind whistling in his ear stopped, he raised his eyes.

There is a white in front of me. He returned to the world he called the emperor. Back to the Kunlun Snow Palace in the past.

"His Majesty."

"Welcome to the emperor to return."

He stood on the snowy field, and a large number of fans rushed toward him. He was stumbled like a tidal wave on the snow, and he squatted at him.

There was no snoring in the singer, and the eagle-eyed eyes stared at the rows of monks, one by one in a black cloak.

I can't see the end, these people have been spreading to the foot of the mountain.

Headed by a trembling old man, the hurricane blew his white hair, which was Liu Gong who served him for many years.

In the year when Ting Xianjun died, Liu Gong was also sent back to his hometown like other palace people. I thought that everything would end here, but it didn't take long for a medicinal sage named Hua Binan to be born, revealing the green face and fangs, and actually made the body of the sacred prince into a dead person to control.

However, this living dead has a certain mood and will, and is dissatisfied with the servant who Hua Biannan sent to serve him. Until Hua Binan re-returned the old palace of Wushan Temple, he was willing to give up.

Hua Binan later disappeared from the red dust because some old Liu did not know it. He only left the emperor, and he could not die for life.

For a long time, Rao is stupid and can also see that the Emperor has always been controlled/controlled, and Lao Liu is no exception. But he is a thorny old man, half of his neck is buried with loess, what can he do?

He has no relatives and no friends, and his friends have already died. He can only serve as the last sustenance of his service, and he is obsessed with it.

It is because of this sustenance that when Liu Gong saw him again, his eyes were both happy and sad, and it was more real than others.

Stepping on the fairy moved his lips: "Old Liu."

"Your Majesty." Liu Gongchang slammed down. "Your Majesty is finally back."

"...Do you know?" When Stepan said these words, he did not realize that he was like a child who was anxious to share good news with his elders. "This seat has seen him again."

Liu Gongyi: "... Chu Zongshi?"

"Well, I have seen it many times. The spiritual core of this seat has also been restored. When the matter is completed, this seat can be-"

Xu was the shadow of the old man’s turbid eyes. He touched the fairy and slammed his mouth, and some of them slammed around the circle.

Fortunately, no one dares to laugh at him.

He licked his lips and made himself feel cold and majestic. He looked at his sleeves and said, "Oh. Don't lie. Get up and go back to Wushan Temple with your seat."

All the way to the sword back to the shackles, the eyes are dead, the ten rooms and nine empty.

There is not much living in this red dust, he has long been used to it. Just staying in another world for a while, seeing the excitement of people coming and going, and returning to this **** on earth, there will still be some downfall.

That night, he opened an old pear white, and he was alone in the empty Wushan Temple.

Since he got the spiritual core of Mo Zongshi, his body has recovered a lot, and many things that can be done by living people can also be done. For example, drinking, such as eating. However, no matter how much it is repaired, the body is still a corpse, and the taste that he can taste at the tip of his tongue is actually not even 30% before his death.

However, he is still satisfied with this.

After three rounds of drinking, he was slightly drunk. He supported his forehead and lay on the soft couch, thinking about some past events. These past events are actually not very happy. It is always very embarrassing to use it for wine.

He didn't want to think about it before, but he was not afraid at the moment.

The two red dusts have already been opened, and the more unpleasant pasts will soon change. He squinted and narrowed his fingers around the red spikes on the jug. He murmured: "Chu Ning..."

Get up and simply go to the red lotus otter that has been dusty for a long time. As soon as I arrived at the door, I bumped into Liu’s righteousness. Seeing each other, both of them are a glimpse.

"Your Majesty."

Step by step, ask: "How are you here?"

As he said, his eyes fell on the scorpion rags and other things that Liu Gong was carrying.

"Sweeping?"

Liu Lao sighed: "Yeah, I don't know what day I want to come back. I am afraid that things will not be destroyed for a long time, so I will pick them up every day." Liu Laodun paused. "The head here is still the same as before. go in."

Stepping on the fairy suddenly did not know what to say.

He walked alone to the lotus pond, and the pool was filled with spirit, so Fang Fei was resident. In the depths of the flowers, I don’t know that the spring and autumn frogs are screaming in the drums. He listened to the head for a while, and slowly thought that there was an afternoon, and it was also at the bridge. The summer smoke was so stunned that he suddenly started. I was so interested, I took Chu’s late night, and I kissed the man’s forehead on the bridge.

At that time, the relationship between them, apart from **** and love, did not seem to have much warmth. This sudden kiss did not mean a little bit of jealousy, so let Chu Xi Ning feel a little wrong.

The tree screamed three or two times, and the frog in the pool did not show weakness.

He looked at the pair of tiny phoenixes and became more and more interesting. He said, "If you have nothing to do, why not play a game?"

Before he refused, he put his finger on his lips: "Hey. Listen to this seat."

"..."

"Let's make a bet. Wait a minute, if the frog in the yard is called, even if you lose, you have to go to the pot with a sour plum soup. If the hum of the tree first sounds, even if it is This seat loses, this seat... takes you down the mountain to distract yourself."

Going down the mountain is indeed a big temptation. Chu night Ning originally did not want to take care of him, but when he got along, Xi Xianjun had already clearly grasped his soft place, and the conditions imposed made him unable to refuse.

The handsome man smiled and said: "Then, is it starting?"

"one two Three……"

The low-pitched and sizzling voices slowly flowed, and both of them listened to the frogs or cicadas, but the human monarchs probably had poor luck. He began to count, the more screaming, the frogs lazily The sound of the sound has a big meaning.

"Eight, nine..." The more you go back, the more you drag and drop. The extent of the rogue to the end was too obvious, and it made him turn around and look at him coldly.

Stepping on the fairy is also very cheeky, was looked at by people, actually stopped at the "nine", not counting down, but asked Chu Yuning: "You said that this frog is dead."

"..."

"Otherwise, why not call it."

"..."

"Let's wait, see if it's still alive, or it's not fair." He said, picking up a stone from the ground and throwing it away at the green-skinned frog that was obviously alive and dead.

"ten!"

"Hey!"

The frog was shocked and thumped into the pond. The frog and the frog sounded together. Stepping on the fairy, he laughed and licked the mud on his finger. He said to the late night: "You lost. The first call is frog."

Chu night Ning's sleeves are going to go, but the cuffs are pulled. The cheaper stepping stepping is in a good mood, and the lotus pond is floating in the dark. He ignores the other person’s anger and smiles: "The sour plum soup is iced, especially the kind of ice."

"Do you want a face?" Chu Xiaoning said almost biting the back molar.

"That stuff can't solve the summer heat, what's the use." Stepping said, poked his forehead. "Go, remember to put less sugar."

Probably the mood of the day was really good. After drinking a pot of sweet iced syrup in the hot sun, even the frogs couldn't tell the sound.

In the evening, he suddenly said to Chu Ningning: "It will be three years soon."

"what?"

Seeing his reaction, the young man’s face was slightly unhappy on the upper side of the cage: “It’s called the emperor. It’s almost three years since it’s called the emperor.”

Stepping on the side of the fairy, while trying to find a wave of stars in the eyes of Chu night, unfortunately the result is very frustrating. He slightly wrinkled his nose, some gloomy and unwilling, and for a moment, he suddenly said: "You have been with this seat for three years."

"..."

"Look at the good taste of this pot of iced plum soup, this seat takes you down the mountain. But you can't go far, just in the town of impermanence."

The horses and horses are well prepared, and the bamboo curtains, pillows, tea and folding fans are all available.

Standing in front of the main entrance of the death and death of the three times, Stepping Xianjun touched the embroidered gold silk emerald ring of white horse, and turned his face to the late night of Chu: "Is it familiar? This is your former travel like sitting The carriage was not in the way, and did not teach people to throw it away."

Chu nightning did not show any joy, but he has already stepped on the yellow rosewood ankle as before, and opened the bamboo curtain into the cabin.

The servant was dumbfounded and turned to look at the emperor in the sunset.

This man's character is gloomy. It is common to kill innocent people regardless of the reason. I really don't know what kind of courage the Chu Master has, and I don't know how many rituals, and dare to take a seat before the emperor.

What the servants did not expect was that Stepping Xianjun did not seem to mind this. He even narrowed his eyes and smiled with interest: "Hey, this person is also an elder of Yuheng."

I was about to follow the train, and suddenly there was a woman’s soft and delicate voice.

The woman softly called: "A burning."