Chapter 77： This seat is very awkward

After Chu Ning and Mo-burn left the Peach Blossom Spring, they went around to explore when the market of the big and small sects opened, and after a few days, they fell in a small town inn.

From Taoyuan, I finally got a rest, and the ink burned back to my room. Chu Ning was sitting at the table, lit up the candle, and carefully looked at the bright yellow halo. a porcelain bottle.

In the white jade porcelain bottle, there are more than 30 pieces of golden pills.

Fortunately, when he came, he brought the bottle of medicine to him, otherwise he really didn't know where to live with the ink.

"This is a new medicine for the greedy wolf. There are about thirty." At that time, in the Taoyuan cave, he said this to Chu Xiening. "He checked the books and changed some ingredients. One can support you to recover." On the 7th, the normal body, this bottle of medicine is enough for you to use for a long time, hold it."

"Thank you for the greedy wolf."

"Don't say thank you." He waved his hand and smiled. "I see the seriousness of the greedy wolf's face. I can't tell you how much you are curious about your condition. Right, he told me to swear you, this medicinal drug is not yet Stable, don't be overjoyed, or it's easy to fail, you can remember."

Chu night Ning was thinking about what he said, and suddenly heard that the door of the inn was slammed, and immediately closed the porcelain bottle and extinguished the incense that was burning in the celadon furnace. This slowly said: "Come in."

The ink burned just after the shower, draped in a fine robes, and wiped a black jade-like hair into the room of Chu's late night.

"..." Chu night Ning coughed, but fortunately his face is still faint, "What?"

"My room is not good, I don't like it. Master, can I make a floor shop for you tonight?"

Seeing the smoldering words vague, Chu Yuning is not stupid, naturally feels embarrassed, asks: "What do you like?"

"Reverse, anyway, it is... it is not good." He said that he secretly took a look at Chu’s night, and said, "The sound insulation is too bad."

Chu late Ning has always been used to high purity, frowning actually do not understand what is meant by ink burning. He draped himself in his robe and went to the ink-burning room with bare feet. He couldn't stop the ink, and he had to follow him.

"Although it is simple, but it is not easy to sleep." After seeing a circle in the house, Chu Xiaoning blamed, "How are you so delicate?"

The voice did not fall, and suddenly there was a fierce percussion from the wall. It seemed that it fell heavily on the ground.

The ink burned without face, and the matter was not worse. I took the Chu Ning's sleeve corner and said: "Master, let's go soon."

Chu night Ning raised his eyebrows: "What happened to you? Is there anything wrong?"

The ink burned open his mouth, but before he finished his wording, he heard a smile from the next door: "The Changgong is so annoying, I will deceive others, um, don't, don't do this... ah!"

"Hey, baby, the peony on your chest is so beautiful, let me smell it and smell it."

The wall panels are really thin, and even the ragged voices are clearly audible. The rough breathing of the man and the sweetness of the woman are mixed together and it is simply unbearable.

Chu Xiaoning didn't understand it at first. After a while, he reacted. A pair of beautiful eyes were widened, and then his face turned from white to red, from red to green. Finally, Tieqing said with a sigh: "I don't know how to be shameful!"

"puff."

The ink burned and did not hold back, and the low voice laughed behind him. Fortunately, the late night of Ning was very embarrassing, and even the same walks were the same, and did not hear the sneer of ink burning.

When he got back to the room, he quietly finished a cup of tea, which was barely pretentious, and nodded to the ink: "So swearing is really bad for practice. You will stay with me tonight."

"Oh." In fact, when Taohuayuan suddenly saw Chu Xiaoning appear, and the other party did not doubt him, he still protected him in a hundred ways. The ink burned was a surprise. At this time, he settled down and could not help but feel good. It seems that the cold face seems to be a lot more cute.

The ink burned his eyes, sitting cross-legged on the ground, holding his chin and looking up at the night.

"...what do you see?"

"I haven't seen the Master for a long time. I want to see more." The voice of the boy was full of smiles and his eyes were warm.

Carefully, Chu nightning... really looks like Xia Shidi.

Chu night Ning slammed him: "If you have time to look at me, it is better to wipe your hair, how to sleep when you are wet."

"The towel is forgotten next door." The ink burned and laughed, "Wang Shibang help me?"

"..."

Xue Meng had suffered an injury before, and his arm could not be lifted for a few days. During that time, he washed his head and all the helpers wiped it. The master wiped his hair very quickly, because he can control the spiritual power very well. The towel in the handle is quickly evaporated to dryness.

Chu night Ning coveted a look at the all-embracing ink, coldly said: "No disease, no pain, why should I help you?"

But still beckoning to let him come.

The candlelight is warm at night, reflecting the innocent young face of the ink.

The ink burned on the bed and was reborn for almost a year. It was the time when the boy was a child. In the past few months, he has grown up a lot without knowing it. Few.

This height makes it impossible for Chu Yuning to wipe his hair for him, so the ink burns his hands back, short and short, and Chu Ning is standing on the edge of the bed and staring at him. Long hair.

The ink burned with satisfaction and yawned and squinted to enjoy this rare peace.

There are occasional frogs in the window.

"Master."

"Ok."

"Do you know that I am in the illusion of the Yumin, I returned to Lin'an two hundred years ago and saw a man named Chu."

The action of wiping does not stop: "How can I know."

The ink burned his nose and smiled: "He looks like you."

"...there are more people in the world who are similar in appearance. What is so strange."

"No." The ink burned seriously. "He was almost a model carved out with you. Master, you said he would be your ancestor?"

Chu night Ning faintly said: "It is also possible. However, this is more than two hundred years ago, and whoever said it."

"He still has a son." The ink burned himself. "It looks like the younger brother of Xia, I think this is too coincidental. Master, do you say that Xia Shidi will be your lost relative?"

"I don't have a loved one."

"All said that it is lost..." The ink burned, he relied on Chu night rather close, can smell the reassuring jellyfish flowers.

It’s so good, no matter the life or the whole life, the breath of Chu’s body seems to have a calming effect on him. In his previous life, he returned in the **** hurricane, only to bury his face in the neck of the master. In order to earn that moment, let's breathe.

Whether he wants to admit it or not, he has become addicted to the atmosphere of Chu Xiaoning, and he can’t stop it.

He closed his eyes, and in such a familiar silence, he gradually let go of the gods, and some did not know what day and night.

In the last life, in the empty Wushan Temple, he killed the people back, drenched the rain, it is so sinful, but it is a homeless abandoned dog.

At that time, he sat down and hugged Chu's waist, buried his face in the other's abdomen, and asked him to caress his hair over and over again. Only in this way could he barely keep his inner madness.

Those old dreams have been separated from the front, and the past is like the sea.

It can be combined with the scorpion, and it seems to be yesterday.

Chu nightning sees this guy who has been chanting not talking, so he looks down and sees a quiet face in a dimly lit candle.

Although there are still some lush and tender children in the eyebrows, they are not childish, but the five senses have been opened and can see the handsome figure. It is like a flower bone that is vaguely revealed in the cloud steaming Xia Wei, with the freshness and vitality of young people.

Chu Xiaoning’s hand was slightly stunned, and the heartbeat seemed to be a little faster.

The ghost made a difference, he screamed softly: "Ink burns."

"Ok……"

The fascination of the ink is also vague, it seems a little tired, put the face over, and the same as the last life, leaning against the waist of the night.

Chu nightning: "..."

Boom. Boom. Boom.

The intensive heartbeat was like a drum on the battlefield, which made him feel dizzy.

Chu night Ning licked his lips, I do not know how to be good, but have to continue to wipe the ink burning hair, the last bit of steam evaporated.

After a long time, he lost his towel and smashed the smashed pieces in front of the burning amount. He said, "Okay. Go to sleep."

The ink burned open his eyes, and the black and purple scorpion had a shackle, and then gradually became clear.

He finally recovered, remembering that he had just relied on Chu’s waist in inertia, and Chu Yuning did not push him away. He couldn’t help but be surprised, his eyes widened like a Just a stupid dog.

Chu late Ning originally had some uncomfortable feelings. Seeing him like this, he couldn’t help but smile.

When the ink burned, he actually laughed. Although his smile was light, he really laughed. He couldn’t help but his eyes were more rounded. He sat up straight, with a slightly messy hair, and suddenly he was very serious. Say: "Master, you have a scent on your body, very good smell."

"..."

When he paused, he suddenly frowned. He seemed to be trying to think about something. Then he thought of it. He looked a little blank and muttered: "It’s so strange, Xia Shi is against him... How do you have this taste?"

Chu Xiaoning’s face suddenly changed.

Before waiting for the ink to react, he put the towel on the burning head and dropped the person directly to the bed. He said coldly: "I am tired, go down and sleep."

The ink burned cold and was not lost. He was lying on the floor for a long time, only to sit up, licking his nose, not angry, and got up and hit the floor.

The author has something to say: Small theater:

Tian Q: What happens when Xue Meng and the owner sleep in a room?

Meat package: Xue Meng can't sleep, he will spend the night, waiting for the morning to ask your host 2333

Tian Q: What happens when the teacher and the owner sleep in a room?

Meat Pack: Ink Burning Club Inn.

Tian Q: What happens when the ink burns 1.0 and the owner sleeps in a room?

Meat package: as shown.

Tian Q: What happens when the ink burns 0.5 and the owner sleeps in a room?

Meat package: This question is still used? Your master sleeps on the bed, and the ink burns on your master.

Tian Q: What happens when the ink burns 2.0 and the owner sleeps in a room?

Meat package: Oh, I want to make it spoiler.

Tian asked:? ? ? Say, can I put out the truth in the world? ? ?