MTL - The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

Chu night couldn’t think about it and reached out and held him. In the warm spring water, the two people's skin is close to each other, and the ink burns suddenly feels a spark current in the tail vertebrae, which makes the goose bumps.

Although he was in the red lotus otter, he also embraced the almost naked and naked Chu Xi Ning, but at that time the situation was critical. He didn’t care much about it, so he didn’t have much impression.

However, at this time, he put a hand on the chest of Chu Yuning, one hand still subconsciously supported the waist of the master, the underwater legs were all together, the other's skin became more slippery and warm in the spring, the ink burned The head banged and exploded.

He is late to Chu...

Just touched the other side's waist and did nothing, just...

The reaction was severe and the river surged.

"Master, Master, I-"

He struggled to stand up straight, but the already hot lower body had reached the other side in this rushed struggle.

Chu nightning’s eyes suddenly widened, and the beautiful face flashed with horror, and immediately retreated backwards. At the same time, the waterdrops hanging on his eyelashes broke into his eyes, and Chu’s night was so irritated. Quickly shut up, but did not have a bath towel with a wipe.

"Master use, use me."

The ink burned to death. He was red-faced, but he wanted to pretend that he was pretending to be okay. He took his own towel and wiped the water on his face.

When Chu was so happy that he opened his eyes, he was puzzled and confused. There was still a hint of panic. But these are all flashing, he quickly tried to calm down himself, and did not feel anything when he did anything, dumb voice: "Aromatherapy, hand me."

"Oh...oh, good."

The ink burned like a cooked crab and walked to the edge of the pool, picking up the aromatherapy box resting on the shore.

"What does the teacher want, what do you want?"

"casual."

The ink burned his head and swelled. He looked at the box blankly for a long time and turned his head sincerely: "There is no such thing as a casual spice."

Chu nightning: "..."

Suddenly, sighed: "Plum, sea otter."

"it is good."

The ink burned two pieces of fragrant pieces and handed them to the late night.

When the two touched their fingertips, they were again awkward.

Even if you don't want to, you still can't remember the memories of the past.

If it was before, he should have been entangled with him at the edge of the pool. In front of him, he even appeared that he was half-squatting in the night, squatting on the ground, bearing his own fiery heat, eager to be fierce and hot, and the master respected the stars. Half a sigh, not tremble, but still being climaxed by myself...

The ink burns can no longer stand, and the male instinctive desire makes his eyes red. He did not dare to look at Chu’s night again. He felt that even if he saw the teacher, he would be safer than watching Chu.

How could this be……

How can this be?

After hurriedly washing, the other three people are still soaking, and the ink burns vaguely that they are sleepy, and go back to sleep first.

Go back to the room and ruminant.

The ink burns can no longer be tolerated and relieves his own desires. He does not want to imagine the appearance of Chu Xi Ning at this time. He would rather the Tang Dynasty to imagine the teacher. This will also make his inner heart feel better.

But the body and thoughts are uncontrollable, and all the flashes in front of him are the joys of the neck and the night, and those passions that are bones are like being pulled open tonight, frantically rushing back into the brain. With a burst of turmoil.

He treated himself almost rudely, as if he was entangled in the man, and when he was on the verge of extinction, he raised his neck, and he was both unwilling and vague.

A name is subconsciously spit out of the throat.

"Late Ning..."

Speaking these two words, he snorted, shivering slightly, released without reservation, and the palms were wet...

After the vent, the ink burned his forehead against the cold wall. The eyes are full of confusion.

Shame, jealousy, disgust, and excitement.

He did not expect that he would have such a strong reaction to Chu Jingning after he was born again.

He suddenly hated himself very much.

Although, in the past life, he did not get a teacher, and his energetic energy was vented in the flowers. But the seemingly passionate love is actually nothing to him.

Turning off the candlelight is nothing but a cloud and rain, just like everyone else.

Even if it is a little bit of emotion, it is just because there is something like the eyebrows of the teacher.

But this kind of feeling for Chu Yuening is totally different. He can clearly realize that it is just imagination, not a true fusion, he can feel the strong pleasure that is not felt by those little monks, it is not physical, and...

He does not want to think deeply.

He loves the teacher, he used to be, and in the future, he will never change.

After repeatedly telling myself several times, the ink burned slowly and calmly, rubbing his brow and closing his eyes.

He is anxious and annoyed, and more is a kind of sadness.

He does not want this.

When he wants to come, he can't stop thinking about Chu Ningning. After the love and retreat, he is no longer willing to think of anything related to Chu Yuning, even if it is a hair, a look.

He is almost paranoid about what he likes and loves.

It’s a teacher...

In the same chaos, there is also Chu Zongshi.

After all, he intuitively and deeply felt the desire to burn, the young boy's body developed very well, it is very stunned, excited when it is hot and hot, like the iron ready to go.

Although Chu Xiaoning's face quickly returned to calm, and later did not mention it, but that feeling made his scalp numb, and could not believe it.

What made him more difficult was that he actually reacted at the time.

Fortunately, his face is thin, even if the hot springs are used to wearing a bathrobe, the whole body is blocked, there is no glimpse, or his face will have no place to rest.

Why is it possible to burn?

In the night, he was lying in bed, thinking for a long time silently, and did not dare to imagine - perhaps ink burning also likes himself.

This thought is too crazy and too shameful.

Just thinking carefully, "Maybe the ink burns like it too-"

The words "self" did not have time to show up in their minds, and Chu Ning would have slandered himself. A pair of phoenix eyes are bright and clear, but they are flashing and hiding.

He didn't even dare to think about this sentence.

After all, I am fierce and love to beat people, my mouth is poisonous and tempered, and I don’t look like a teacher. I am not too young. Even if I like men, I won’t look at myself.

He is so proud.

And his heart, in fact, has long been left out for too long because of being left out for too long. In such a long and lonely walk, he gradually became inferior to the dust.

Woke up the next day.

The ink-burning and Chu-nighting met in the inn of the inn. The two men looked at each other with a heart and looked at each other without talking to each other first.

In the end, it was the first thing that burned the ink, and smiled at the late night: "Master."

Chu night was relieved. He didn't know how to deal with it. Seeing that the ink burned and chose not to talk about yesterday's business, then he just happened to be good, as usual, nodded.

"Since it is up, let's call the teacher too. If we are ready, we can go to Xu Yingfeng."

Xu Yingfeng top snow all year round, very cold, even if it is a strong and strong person who cultivates immortals, it is difficult to be so cold. Chu Xiening went to the tailor shop to buy the cold cloak and gloves for the apprentices, so that they could wait until they were cold.

The proprietress who smoked the hookah bag squatted around Zhu Hong’s mouth and smacked it with a sigh of relief. “Small fairy is so good and heroic, you look at the black gold dragon and the water is big, this embroidery is good, the light is This dragon eye, I have been carefully crafted and embroidered for more than three months to complete."

The ink burned and laughed: "My sister's mouth is really sweet, but unfortunately I am going to the mountains to seek a sword. I don't have to wear such a serious thing."

The proprietress saw this and failed, and pulled the teacher: "Hey, this fairy can look so beautiful, and it is more beautiful than the most beautiful girl in the city. Xianjun, I want to say, this butterfly The red cloak of the peony is the best for you, give it a try?"

The teacher smiled bitterly: "The boss wife, that is what the daughter's family wears."

Xue Meng did not like to go shopping to see clothes, and he refused to come over and was only waiting in the same place. Chu nightning chose a cloak with a purple-purple edge for him, and the wind pockets were surrounded by white rabbits.

The proprietress said: "Xianjun, this dress is a little bit worn, and the shape of the boy is almost the same."

Chu night Ning faintly said: "I bought it for my apprentice."

"Oh, oh oh." The proprietress suddenly realized, and immediately smiled. "It's a good master."

Perhaps the first time in his life was called "good master", Chu night Ning body shape is stiff, although his face is stretched, but when walking, he has several steps with his hands.

Finally, the ink burned a gray cloak, the teacher was white, and Chu Ning took a piece of plain white, a black-purple purple edge, and settled, and went to Xuemeng.

When Xue Meng looked at his cloak, his eyes widened.

Chu night is not clear, so: "What?"

"No, nothing."

However, when Chu Ning turned his head and went far away, Xue Meng thought that he could not hear it. He looked at the rim of the cloak quite disgustedly and whispered: "Purple? I don't like purple."

However, it was unexpected that Chu’s voice was cold and cold: “Hey, don’t wear you naked.”

Xue Meng: "........."

Unhurriedly rushed to the last section of the road, the four people finally reached the foot of Xu Yingfeng before the sky darkened.

Xu Yingfeng is full of spiritual power, and there are many birds and beasts. Even if they are Taoist priests, they don’t have a few pounds and they don’t dare to go up the mountain.

However, there is a late night in the Chu, but this is not to worry, Chu nightning condensed three nights of sea bream out of the air, there is the effect of repelling evil spirits, wearing in the waist of the three apprentices, and then said: "Go. ""

The ink burned and looked up, and looked at the hidden peaks in the night, the ancient monsters were dead and lying, and the end of the thousand thousand feelings poured into my heart.

That year, he was in the sun and moon of Xu Yingfeng, the demon ghost, his ink is not satisfied with the cultivation of the real world, step by step, to be self-proclaimed the Lord of the human world.

Also in that year, at Xu Yingfeng, he also married a wife.

He still remembers the face of the wife, Song Qiutong, the beautiful beauty of the comprehension, the five senses look from a certain angle, like a very teacher.

He is not a person who cares about etiquette and shame. He did not follow the cumbersome rules of the three media. At that time, he took Song Qiutong’s fibrin hand and took the woman with the red towel, and climbed up the stairs. They have been gone for more than an hour.

Later, Song Qiutong’s leg hurts and he can’t walk.

Ink temper is also bad, smashing her hijab will murder her.

However, under the moonlight, Song Qiutong had a pair of grievances and sorrows, like the old man who turned into a nine-spring bone.

The disgusting words condensed in the mouth, trembling a little, and finally said that the export is:

"Sir, I will come back to you."

Song Qiutong is based on his seniority. If he is the same door as him, he is indeed his sister. Therefore, she is only a slight glimpse of this title. She also burned the door of Confucianism, and naturally put the Confucianism into the door of death and death. The teacher and sister are not uncomfortable, so they smiled and said, "Okay."

The last few thousand steps, stepping on Xianjun, the Lord of the Human World, the King of Darkness, is such a step by step, steady carrying the bride of the red dress and the peak.

He lowered his head and stared at the mottled figure on the ground, the weird posture, overlapping.

He smiled and his throat was dumb: "Sister, I am the human king in the future. From now on, no one can hurt you any more."

The woman who was behind him didn't know what to say, hesitated for a while, and whispered low.

The voice is very light, perhaps because it is too light, the female voice is not so obvious, it sounds a bit fuzzy.

The burnt eyes were red in the place where no one saw it. He said lowly: "Sorry, this day, let you wait too long."

Song Qiutong also said that she liked her for a long time, so she said softly: "The husband..."

The sound of the woman's voice, the clear and crisp, like the Guerlain, is very good.

The smoldering footsteps suddenly slammed.

"what happened?"

"……It's nothing."

Going forward, the smoldering voice is no longer hoarse, and the faint trembling is exhausted.

After a pause, he said: "It will be good to call me a fire later."

Song Qiutong was quite surprised. He was not very daring to call it Xianjun. He hesitated: "Fei Jun, this... I am afraid..."

The tone of the smoldering sound is fiercely fierce: "If you don't listen, I will throw you from the top of the mountain!"

"A, Ah Burn!" Song Qiutong was busy changing his way. "A burning, I am wrong."

The ink burns no longer speaks.

He lowered his head and silently kept on moving forward.

The shadow on the ground is still a shadow.

When you look at it later, you will find that it is really just a shadow.

The mirrors are all fake.

What he has, in the end, is only a phantom.

It is vain.

"Teacher."

"Well?" The person walking next to the ink burned his head. Wan Ye thousand sounds, the grass is rustling, the moon shines on his stunning face, "A burning, what's wrong?"

"You... are you tired?" The ink burned and looked at Chu Yuning and Xue Meng in front, and whispered, "If you are tired, I will take you back."

The teacher had not spoken yet, and Chu Ning had turned back.

He sighed coldly and sighed with a sigh of relief: "Is the teacher's leg broken? Do you need it?"

The teacher hurriedly said: "Master, A-burn is just a joke, don't be angry."

Chu night Ning lowered his eyebrows, his eyebrows were sharp, his eyes faintly glaring: "Silly, I have something to be angry."

After a long sleeve, let go.

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

Teacher: "..............."

"Master is not happy..."

"He is a person who doesn't know you." The ink burned in the ear of the teacher. "The heart is smaller than the tip of the needle, and he is cold-blooded and ruthless. He does not allow other brothers and brothers to be respectful."

After wrinkling his nose, he lowered his voice and concluded: "Specially annoying."

In the front, Chu Ning suddenly screamed: "Ink rain, you can say one more word, believe it or not, I will drop you down the mountain!"

The ink burned like a smug shut, but he secretly squinted his eyes with a grin, and moved his mouth:

Look, I am not wrong?

The author has something to say:

Today, the teacher of the School of Comprehension has arranged an assignment for the students, using the phrase "no possibility".

Ink burning: I like a person, is it like his flesh? Body? Nothing is possible.

Chu nightning: I like a person, do you have to say it? Nothing is possible.

Teacher: Is my appearance similar to that of a girl? Nothing is possible.

Xue Meng: As a straight man, am I willing to wear a purple cloak? Nothing is possible.

Mrs. Wang: As a straight man, wouldn't you be naked and climbing with three bases? Nothing is possible.

Xue Zhengxuan: Yuheng elders are so calcium, will there be a straight man under his seat? Nothing is possible.

Song Qiutong: As a cannon fodder, will the emperor in this life marry me? Nothing is possible.

Meat package: Erha is so scum today, there will be no little angels in the comment area to marry him? Nothing is possible.