Chapter 29： I don’t want you to die.

That night, lying on the couch of the dead and the dead, the burning hands were resting behind the head, looking at the beam, how could not sleep.

Before the dust, the scene slipped past the scene. At the end, every bit of it, the pieces were smashed, and it was the face of Zhang Junxiu who had a deserted face.

In fact, for this person, the ink has never been aware of what he really thinks.

The first time I saw him, it was under the flower tree in front of the tower. His wide robes and wide sleeves, more than 20 elders, only one of them, did not wear the silver blue mysterious armor of the deadly life.

On that day, he lowered his head and glared at the armor he was wearing on his hand. He was half-faced and focused and gentle, like a white cat in a golden warm sun.

The ink burned far away, and the eyes could not move.

He felt that his first impression of Chu Yuning was very good.

Can not withstand the subsequent two cold, blame, harsh. The white cat had fangs and claws, and he was hurt.

He was rescued from the fire by his uncle, dying, and hanging on the line. Originally thinking of coming to the death and death, there will be a teacher who treats himself with tolerance and sincerely loves himself.

However, his pleasing, his efforts, Chu nightning seems to be invisible. On the contrary, it was a sharp spurt, and when it was a little worse, the skin that he hit was fleshy and bloody.

Later, he knew that Chu’s late night was looking down on him.

"The quality is inferior and the quality is difficult."

The man who is under the white flower and snow, is this evaluation of him?

He once regarded Chu Yuening as a nine-day cold moon, sincerely revered and loved. But in the heart of the nine-day cold moon, what is his smoldering?

An apprentice who had to accept it.

A thin and inferior to the bones.

One grew up in the restaurant and was contaminated with a pickled and dirty man.

Although the smoldering is always a slap in the face, he does not care about it, but he slowly hates the late night, and the kind of hate is accompanied by a strong unwillingness.

He is not reconciled.

Once, he has been holding a growing sense of resentment, to provoke Chu nightning, trying to get the attention of this person, get the appreciation of this person, get this person's surprise.

During that time, if the teacher praised him as "very good," he was happy to go to heaven.

However, if he can change the night, he would rather boast him a "good", he is willing to die.

But Chu nightning never praised him.

No matter how hard he does, how much he cares, how good, the cold man will always be a faint place, and then he will turn his face away.

The ink burns must be mad.

God knows how much time he wants to take Chu’s cheeks and turn him over, forcing him to stare at himself, forcing him to look at himself and forcing him to swallow the phrase "poor quality, difficult quality" Go in the belly!

However, he could only squat in front of the night, like a dog with a donkey, and bowed his head, and respectfully said: "The disciple remembers the teacher."

In front of the Chu night, the ink rain is humble.

Long as the "son", still low.

He finally understood that people like Chu Zhongning did not see him at all.

Later, I experienced a lot of things.

The ink-burning power of the dead, and then the cult of the celestial world, became the hegemon of the ancients. Under the gloom of his darkness, everyone shudders, everyone is afraid, everyone mentions that his name is light and mosquito-stricken, who remembers his stains, who remembers his origins on the table?

From then on, there is no light rain in the world, only stepping on Xianjun.

Step on the fairy.

People hate him, hate to the extreme, ten evils and no light rain, thousands of times can not save the life, can not be overborn!

Stepping on the immortal ink, raining, stepping on the gentleman, ink, raining, stepping on the fairy king

... step, fairy, king.

But what about fear? The shackles of life and death are still rumbling and screaming, and thousands of people kneel in front of the Wushan Temple, and the dense heads are all pointing at him.

"Take the emperor to live in the sky, and the world will not be embarrassed."

He felt that he was very useful.

Until he noticed the face of Chu Zhongning in the crowd.

At that time, Chu’s late retreat had been abolished, and he was tied to the main hall and was imprisoned.

The smoldering is determined to kill him, but he does not want Chu Xiaing to go away quickly. He has imprisoned the limbs of Chu’s late Ning, and cut the blood vessels at the neck of Chu’s neck. The mouth is not big. The spell does not allow the wound to solidify, the blood slams out bit by bit, and life is lost a little bit.

The sun is shining, the coronation ceremony has been going on for half a day, and the blood of Chu nightning should be done.

When this person died, the smoldering was completely broken and the past was broken. Therefore, he specially arranged Chu Xianning to arrange blood on his own climax ceremony and execute it.

When he became the thirty-nine supreme of the realm of comprehension, Chu Xi Ning became a lifeless corpse.

Everything was planted yesterday, and the smoke disappeared.

It was really great.

But this person is going to die, why is it still so indifferent? Something so handsome... He was pale, but his expression was faint, and there was no praise or fear when he stepped on Xianjun.

Only disgust, inferior, and -

I think that I must be crazy. Either Chu is late and crazy.

There is still a trace of mercy.

Chu night, I have mercy on myself, a person who will die, one defeated! He actually pity a top-ranking person, calling for the hegemony of the rain. He, he actually will - he actually dare! ! !

The backlog of more than ten years of anger made the ink burned, and he was in the Dan Heart Hall. Of course, at that time, the name was called Wushan Temple. In front of thousands of fans, he stood up in the flattery and screaming of those people, and the black robe rolled and stepped down the steps.

In front of everyone, he grabbed Chu's chin, his face was distorted, and his smile was sweet and embarrassing.

"Master, today is a good day for the disciples, why are you still not happy?"

Thousands of people, when there is silence.

Chu night is not humble, and looks cold: "I don't have an apprentice like you."

The ink burned hahaha and smiled. The smile was indulgent, and the sound was like a hovering circle between the golden temples. The wild geese were cold.

"The teacher is so unrequited, but this is really cool." He smiled and said loudly, "Is there no apprentice like me? Who taught me my heart? Who taught me? My cold blood - Who taught it?! The whips of my body are still not enough - I ask you, who are these people!"

He converges with a smile, his voice is fierce and fierce, and his eyes are cold.

"Chu Ningning! Accept me as a disciple who lost you? Am I in the bones or the pickles in the blood can't be washed? I ask you, Chu Yuning, I ask you - what is it?" Poor quality, difficult quality??

In the end, he was also a little crazy, and his voice shook distortedly.

"You never treated me as an apprentice, I have never seen me! But I - but I used to - really took you as a master, really respected you, loved you, just like this to me? Why are you from I don't want to praise me, why can't I get half of you good no matter what I do?!"

Chu night Ning was shocked and his face gradually paled.

He squinted at the big phoenix eyes, and looked at the smoldering like that, his lips moving, as if he wanted to say something, but after all, he said nothing.

Things are the shackles of human beings, and the only two people who are still in the old place are opposite.

In such an embarrassing silence, the smoldering seems to have finally calmed down. When he closed his eyes and closed it, he was the smiling face of the gods, smiling, smiling, and chilling.

He said softly and kindly: "Master, you don't look down on me, don't you think I am mean?"

After a pause, his gaze patrolled the top of thousands of people. All of them were squatting and crouching in front of his temple like a dog. They all admitted that he was the lord of the realm of comprehension, above the red dust. .

The ink burned and smiled: "Now? Before you die, I will ask you again. In this world, who is the humble, who is the respect? Who is who stepped on the foot, who is the winner? Who? What is the loser?"

Chu Xiaoning looked down and seemed to be still immersed in the confession that had just burned, and did not return to God. Finally, the ink burned his chin, forcing him to lift his face.

But when he forced him to look at himself, the ink burned suddenly.

For the first time, he saw a deplorable look on his face.

The look was too strange, and the burning felt that he was suddenly burned, reflexively releasing the finger that held his face.

"you……"

Chu’s look is very painful. It seems to be holding back the pain of some cone-shaped bones and the pain of heartbreaking.

His voice is very light and almost hoarse.

Floating in the wind, only the burning of a person heard.

He said: "Sorry, ink burns. It is Master's fault..."

At that moment, everything around it lost its voice, the sound of the wind, the sound of grass and wood, and the sound of the robe of the robes all belonged to the silence.

Only Chu Xiaoning looked up at his face, the only clearness between heaven and earth. It is the only sight he can see.

At that time, there should be a lot of ideas. Happy, proud, ecstatic.

But not.

At that time, the thoughts were strange. In fact, there was only one -

I don’t know when... It’s already so much higher than Chu’s late night.

Time has really passed for a long time.

Many past events have changed.

The ink burned his lips and muttered: "What do you say..."

Chu Xiaoning smiled, and the smile was familiar and unfamiliar. The ink burned in the eyes of the pair of phoenixes and saw his almost distorted look.

Then, the eyes slowly closed, and Chu night fell to his face. The ink burned his shoulder almost at the moment he fell. He screamed wildly and annoyed, like the sound of a beast crashing. .

"Chu Ningning! What do you say about Chu Xiaoning? You say it again!!"

The person in his arms did not answer any more, his lips were pale like a pear, and the handsome face was always indifferent. Before he died, he was solidified in a somewhat bleak smile. The corner of his mouth was a little bit entangled. The first time the ink burned in front of the tower.

Smiling slightly, some gentle.

"Chu Ning!!"

Those gentle and broken, the sea otters are scattered.

He finally got what he wanted, stepped on the life of the master, and reached the top.

What is this? what is this! !

The pain and hatred in the chest are increasing, what is this?

The faint black mist in the palm of the hand ignited, and the fingertips flew, quickly passing through a few blood veins of Chu's late night, sealing his last heart.

"Do you want to die like this?" The eyes burned and the eyes looked stunned. "There is no end, Chu is late, the accounts between us are not clear, not finished! They are not finished yet! If you don't give me words, Make it clear - I will put Xue Meng, Kunlun to the Snow Palace, and crush the last few people you want to protect!! They are torn into slag!! You think about it!!"

The ceremony is no longer going on, and thousands of fans there are not worried about it.

He changed his mind. He does not want to die late.

He hates him, he wants to be alive and late - alive...

He picked up the man who had lost too much blood, plucked his temper and jumped onto the roof of his fangs. The robes fluttered like the wings of an eagle, and the figure quickly flew over the heavy eaves and went straight to Nanfeng. Go straight to the red lotus water, the place where Chu nightning once lived.

There is plenty of aura, and there are so many grasses. He wants to save him back.

If a person is alive, he can hate. If a person is dead, he will not even have a reason to hate. Before he was crazy, he thought about killing Chu Yuning himself?

If Chu is rather dead, then what is left in this world?

Lying in bed, humming memories alone.

The night is thick, but it can't be smashed anymore.

The ink burned up, washed his face, put on his clothes, and carried a hurricane lamp, and walked toward the temple.

Chu nightning must be just a random bandage, and went there to punish. He is a man who knows the ink, is stinky and awkward, and is very rigid. He never considers whether his body can withstand it. Even if Xue Meng wants to stop him, he can’t stop it.

Sure enough, to the outside of the Temple of Jurassic, I saw a green bean lamp burning in it, and the tears kept falling.

Chu night Ning is facing the temple door, his body is tall and straight, like a pine.

When I saw this back, the ink burned a little regrets. What happened in the middle of the night? Looking for Chu nightning? Crazy?

But when they came, they just turned away and felt silly.

He thought about it, took a compromise method, put the wind lamp on his feet, did not intend to leave, did not go in, then stood outside the window, elbows holding the window sill, holding the sly, watching from afar Chu nightning.

The copper bells of the horns sway gently, and the fragrance of flowers and plants is filled with the night.

The two stood up and separated, separated by a window of sapphire, separated by a quiet and quiet temple.

If it is before the rebirth, the ink burns enough position, you can go into the temple, let the end of the night, and then go back to rest.

If Chu is rather unwilling, he also has enough ability to seal Chu's hands and feet and violently take people away.

But now, he has neither position nor ability.

He didn't even have a late night.

The ink burned in a complicated mood. The people inside looked out of the window. The people inside did not notice it. He couldn’t see the five senses of Chu’s late night, and Chu Ning could not find his face.

So, the white cat squatted for a night and never looked back.

So, the silly dog ​​also stood for a night, never gone.

The author has something to say:

Lose a small animal theater before going to bed today~

There used to be a little milk dog, because it was dirty and stupid, so no one liked it, only wandering around.

One day, the little milk dog was found by its uncle and returned to the nest. The new nest was warm and spacious, and the little milk dog was very happy, especially the big white cat that was sleeping on the cushion. It looked so gentle, the little milk dog snorted and happily got into the fluff of the white cat. .

However, the big white cat after waking up is not the same as the one imagined. It always looks at the little milk dog coldly, and ignores the other person’s spoiled. When it is not happy, even the claws do not remember to accept it. Just shouted on the face of the milk dog.

Slowly, the puppy grew up, and the white cat gradually became a little white cat in front of it.

The big dog wanted to teach the white cat a good meal, so he bit the throat of the little white cat, and the back of the toes slammed the snow white under his feet.

He thought it was a hard-boned and stinky stone-like animal. He suddenly realized that the white cat's body was so soft, which made him think that on the first night of the new nest, he hid in the warmth of the cat. The fluff gradually fell asleep.

But he would never know that the white cat opened his glassy eyes that night.

Where are the little things, so dirty...

The white cat thought, the pink tongue of the burr, silently cleaned the fur of the little milk dog.

The licked milk dog "snoring", blurring and blinking, thought it was a dream. His wandering in the dream is finally over, there is a big cat, very good for him.