Chapter 551

She supported her chin and looked at Chunsu with a curved smile: "do you think we've met in previous lives? That's why we feel familiar? Master, why don't you let me see you and have a look at you?" after that, song Ningyu stretched out his hand and wanted to pull Chunsu's Shaggy.

Chunsu held her hand tightly with a big hand and a pair of eyes that explored the stars and destiny. At this time, she looked at Song Ningyu firmly and said, "anyone who can lift the silk of a teacher can only marry a teacher..."

"Isn't it just a veil of tulle? If you dare to show me, I dare..." song Ningyu's words suddenly disappeared. She was a little embarrassed. Don't turn her head and murmured, "it's just a veil of tulle. If you dare not show me, I won't see it."

Chunsu's hands are big, with slender bony joints, white and soft bone skin, and there is no trace of cocoons. At first glance, she is the Lord of perennial respect and treatment. Song Ningyu retracts her hands and looks around with a pair of eyes holding tea. She just doesn't look at Chunsu's serious eyes. She always feels that there are something in those eyes full of stars, and she doesn't dare to open them.

"I haven't seen you for a while. I even forgot to respect my teacher. I dare to call my name and surname directly. How do you say I will punish you?" Chunsu was stunned for a moment and regained her original spoiled look. In that way, she looked like teasing the pet at home. Song Ningyu put the tea lamp back on the table with a bang and raised her chin.

"Well, anyway, Chunsu and the teacher are you. Why do you care so much? Don't you want the fire phoenix scroll? See if it's this." song Ningyu conveniently threw the gold and jade painting tube at the head of the bed. After Chunsu's remaining light, four women in white left the attic one after another and stood outside the tile and door to protect the Dharma.

Chunsu's eyes narrowed slightly and his hands were raised. The nine paintings lived in all parties. The woman in the painting looked at him with a smile. Chunsu's hands trembled slightly, and the whole person was excited for a moment.

"The last scroll in the black mountain hell has long disappeared. Where did you get these paintings?" Chunsu swept them one by one and raised his hand, and the paintings returned to the Golden Jade tube.

Song Ningyu held the painting tube and stared at Chunsu with a pair of eyes: "you mean, this is really the fire phoenix scroll? Why are the nine paintings? If it wasn't for the guidance of de Lou fire, I don't know what it is."

What a coincidence! If you didn't bring fire upstairs, you might have failed! I think so. Who would care about the picture of beauty hanging on the top like a wall painting?

The beauty in the painting is more plump and beautiful. It is a kind of elegant appearance. It is no better than today's women. The body line is slim, the jade fingers are slender, and the appearance is beautiful.

"Building fire?" Chunsu slowly closed the window and looked back, his eyes slightly picked.

"One of my dark guards, although they are my subordinates, their temperaments are much bigger than my master." song Ningyu holds the painting tube and smiles gently. Although those subordinates have a big temper, they are also first-class good players. Compared with Gong Zilin, they are no worse now.

Chunsu turned her wheelchair and sat back in front of the teahouse. Her eyes were dim and thoughtful: "when she came out of the black mountain hell, I saw that there were traces of others walking in the black mountain hell. Is it him?"

Song Ningyu held the plum blossom cake on the table and nodded: "although I didn't listen to him, it's possible to see his strength." the room was warm. The White Snake lazily raised his head, scanned Chunsu's eyes, shook his body and rushed towards Chunsu. He looked as familiar as he wanted to be.

"Your Majesty, the snow emperor has indeed come to find a teacher." Chunsu slowly raised her finger and shook her finger at the White Snake, admiring song Ningyu's expression as if she had been struck by thunder.

Song Ningyu rushed up and pulled the plain collar, gnashing her teeth and indignation: "why didn't you tell me! Why didn't she come to me? She has come out of Huangdao. Where is she?"

Chunsu slowly stretched out his hand, bit by bit broke song Ningyu's hand pulling his skirt, firmly held it in the cool big hand, and helplessly scratched her small and delicate nose: "with the strength of huangxue, it's easy if you want to see you. If you really want to know why, come back to Huangdao with me, you'll naturally know why."

Song Ningyu turned her head angrily. A pair of eyes without tears all year round suddenly turned red. Her lips were slightly tooting because of grievances. Standing beside Chunsu, she was like a little apprentice who was making trouble. She reluctantly pulled people down and sat on the stool next to him, rubbing her eyebrows and thinking about how to comfort her.

Song Ningyu patted the table and his voice choked: "you, you don't have to comfort me! My mother just doesn't want to see me! What she does will never consider my feelings! I know how desperate I was when she died! I'm the only one left in the world!"

Chunsu pulled song Ningyu into her arms and stroked her long hair. The cold and faint aroma was like lotus fragrance, eroding song Ningyu's senses bit by bit.

"Some things are not what you want. Identity and responsibility are the same."

Song Ningyu wiped his snot and tears on Chunsu's shoulder, hummed and raised his chin. He was arrogant and willful, which was unprecedented. He saw that Chunsu was stunned, and even the snot and tears on his body were ignored.

"Hum, I'm still angry! I'll forgive her when I'm finished!" that's her mother, who once warmed all her memories. She has no reason to hate her. At least, she has arranged an excellent way for herself, hasn't she?

Chunsu's forehead was a little sad and funny. Finally, she could only nod along song Ningyu's hair: "OK, OK, forgive her when she's angry, can you move away from me?"

Song Ningyu found that he was sitting on Chunsu with a sharp stab. Through his thin shirt, he could feel Chunsu's cold and strong body. Suddenly, his face was slightly red and climbed down with seven hands and eight feet. His face was slightly distorted.

Chun Su saw her face twisted and smiled gently: "unexpectedly, she gained a lot of weight and almost pressed down her teacher's wheelchair."

"Pure! Plain!" Song Ning Yu's distorted face became more and more serious, staring at pure plain, and even the slightest trace of shyness disappeared.

Chunsu solemnly took over song Ningyu's palm wind. Naihe, although the room is large, it is not a place to fight. At last, they became interested. They both went out of the window and competed in the white plum forest. Each palm has 10% strength. The person opposite is Chunsu. Song Ningyu dare not despise a penny.

The person opposite is song Ningyu. Chunsu doesn't dare to despise it. She's afraid of being hurt by her. After a round of fighting, Chunsu is surprised to find that song Ningyu's strength has improved by leaps and bounds.

Lou Huo and Bing Mu also heard the movement outside. Because they broke in by mistake, the concealed weapons and mechanisms were issued again and again, and they didn't toss the two people down.