Chapter 112： Master can not be humiliated

What he said was the first day of ink-burning and resurgence, and what he did under his grievances.

I want to come at this time, although Rong Jiu’s past life is sorry for himself, and he has to work with Chang Gongzi to make his own life, but that is the last thing in his life. Rong Ji of this life has not yet done this with Chang Gongzi. It is unclear to explain that he was taking silver at the time.

"I am not good." Under such circumstances, the ink is not willing to fight with him, just said, "I took yours at that time and will come back to you later."

“How do you pay me back?” Rong Ji asked. “Furthermore, what is the use of gold and silver jewelry for me now?”

Ink burning: "..."

"Those pearls are handcuffs, can you give it back to me, then what about my life?"

"What?" The ink burns, "Your life?"

"Yes, my life." Rong Ji seems to have touched a certain pain in his heart, and his expression gradually sinks.

"You know, how did I die?"

"..."

He was suppressed for a long time. At this time, he suddenly uncovered it. The steam that was underneath was madly coming out. He couldn’t hold it anymore. When he didn’t burn his ink, he continued to scream and the look suddenly changed. I was so angry that I became more and more distorted.

"The surname is often poisonous. When he sees that you no longer like me, I feel that I am not worth anything. I lied to me - he treats me to be sincere, but he has no choice but to be a person in the restaurant. It’s clean, and it’s better to come and go in the future. I was blind and thought that he was very affectionate. The decision was only forced by his parents and forced to help... Hey! I believe his nonsense!”

Ink ignited: "Then you should also complain about the surname, complaining about what I do."

Rong Jiu got a three-point anger: "How can you not blame you? The money that I originally saved is enough for my own redemption. But I have taught you to take it away. I was disheartened and didn't want to continue in the restaurant. Waiting, but without money, you can't go straight, you have to sneak out. If you don't take me, why am I so embarrassed!"

"...had you escaped?"

"Yes, I fled, I fled to his house." Rong Ji hated, "But the surname often refused to open the door for me, and the people in the restaurant chased it up. Finally I struggled with uselessness, or they were brought with them. Go back, torture and turn it off again."

The ink burned and said: "But the surname often says that when you go to the town of Choi Butterfly to visit relatives, you will be killed when you encounter a ghost."

"Ha!" Rong Jiu yin and yang are inextricably smeared with a sneer. "He can really say something. Relatives? I am in the town of Choi Butterfly, what are the relatives!"

"..."

"You are not telling me, is this living under the knife? I am going to tell you what is the real life under the knife!" Rong Ji is getting more and more excited, the facial features are almost distorted, he is really like some ghosts at the moment. "I will tell you how I died! You are these friends! Haha - Enke!"

"I stayed in the restaurant for so long, I was locked, I didn't eat, I suffered. No one came to take care of me. After many days, I was desperate. The surname was suddenly found back, crying. Tell me that the reason why he didn't open the door that day was because his aunt was losing his temper, and he was afraid that when I entered, I would be killed by his family's servant!"

Such a lie, the ink burned and shook his head: "You will never believe."

"No." There was a radiance in the eyes of Rong Jiu. "I believe."

Ink burning: "..."

"I believe it." Rong Jiu grievances in the sky, a smile came out, and the corner of his mouth was distorted. "Why don't I believe it? Believe it or not, someone who has a retreat can talk. What am I? A person who sells flesh, others throws What do I believe in, or not even a lifeline."

He slowed down and continued.

"The surname often tells me that he will honor his promise and take me into his house. But he said that his parents can't accept me at the moment, let me go to a nearby town to stay with him."

"Color Butterfly Town?"

"Yes. Choi Butterfly Town."

The ink burned has faintly guessed what happened, and the look sank.

Sure enough, Rong Jiudao said: "I am packing things with joy and joy, oh yes, there is nothing to clean up. The money I have sold for selling meat and meat these years has been stolen by you for a while. But it doesn't matter, I At that time, I thought, I have a good son."

"...hehe." He was a little quieter, twitching like a smile, and chewing these three words between the lips and teeth, "every son."

"Is he cheating you to the town of Choi Butterfly, where did you kill you?"

"...No." Rong Jiuxiao smiled and looked sad and resentful. "Not that he killed me. You are one of the roads that blocked me. I am with the thief boat on him. It is you, it is yours." I am dead."

Rong Ji took a breath and continued: "After arriving at Choi Die Town, I followed the surname and entered a big house, but the inside was cold and cold, and there was no servant. He told me that he had not come to the office. Let me rest in the house, he went out to buy something. I stayed there and waited. After a while, I saw him walk into the courtyard with a man-"

The ink burned here, and the color changed: "Can you see the man's appearance?"

"No." Rong Jiudao, "The man is wearing a mask and a cloak. I can't see anything.... Then I saw the surname often squatting in front of the man, and a face smiled more than me. It was still charming. He should have looked at his appearance at that time and taught people to be disgusting. He told the man that there was a remnant of the essence of Muling in me, saying that I had been intimate with you before - it was a good sacrifice. Who knows, I don’t want to cultivate immortals, I don’t want to cultivate immortals, I don’t understand what they are saying.”

The ink burns but the scalp is numb.

He is clear that he is close to Rong Jiu, and there are some wood spirits in his body. The fake hook Chen has been looking for a suitable substitute. Although the aura of Rong Jiu’s body is very small, it is pure and clear, and it is really suitable for casting.

"There is nothing to say about the later things." Rong Ji’s frivolous face was a rare coldness. "As the son of the ink, I am dead."

If it is the burning of past life, or the burning of the newly born, it must be scornful and ridiculed: "When you die, what is the relationship with me?"

But at this moment, the ink burned but some laughed.

He is a disgusting nine, and Rong Jiu does not do anything. His past life even wanted to find his life. However, although he had a physical joy with Rong Ji, he never had a candid speech. Suddenly, in this yin and sect, I heard Rong Ji’s confession, but the ink burned with some mixed feelings.

After thinking about it, I feel that it is innumerable, so I don’t think so.

He sighed and said: "Rong Jiu, this thing, can't help."

Rong Ji lived for a lifetime. No one ever said to him that he couldn’t hold it. He suddenly felt like he was totally ignorant. He looked at him back and forth, and then said: "Even if you say so, I I won't tell you where the person is on the portrait."

Ink burning: "It has nothing to do with portraits."

Rong Jiu lowered his head and paused for a while. Suddenly he said: "Mu Gongzi, do you know that Chang Gongzi was calculating with me before, saying that he wants to kill you and win you?"

"I know."

"You... you know?"

The ink nodded: "I know."

Rong Ji has a good time, hate and hate: "It must be the missing message of the surname!"

He looked up again and his eyes flashed with resentment: "I know that I am better than listening to him and killing you. There are still some good days to pass, not so bad."

Ink burned at him: "What do people ask you to do, what do you do?"

"How can that be?" Rong Jiudao, "I only want to live a good life. For example, if I sell my body, is it wrong? Just like selling fish and selling meat, I want to eat it. I know that you guys can’t look down on me. I don't care if I look at it, self-respect, face, what's the use? It's not like a good wine, a piece of meat. So if you kill you, I will survive, why don't I do it for you?"

The ink burned his lips and it was refuted, but he suddenly remembered what he had done in his previous life. He couldn’t say the words of denial.

Rong Ji said with indignation: "Why can't people kill people in order to live and kill birds and eat meat?"

The ink sighed and muttered, "Is it interesting to be alive?"

It’s like asking for nine.

It is also like a red dust, to ask the self on the upper seat of the last generation.

"I don't know. I don't know what is interesting." Rong Jiu said indifferently, "I was sold to the restaurant from the age of sixteen. The first guest was an old Taoist in his fifties. You asked me what is interesting. I don't know. When I am alive, I want to have money. If I have money, I can redeem my body. I don't have to smile and serve others. But I have no free body when I die, and all of you are harmed by these animals."

I didn't talk, and after a long time, I asked him: "Give you another chance. You choose to join the surname, kill me?"

"Not bad."

Ink burning: "Okay, give me another chance, I will still look back, roll all your money, so that you have no good fruit to eat."

"you--!"

Rong Jiu was indignant, and the thin red dyed on the face of the rouge flower seemed to be more beautiful. He staggered for a while, and then slowly stabilized.

After a little bit, he knew that he was dying. He raised his hand and rubbed his hair over his forehead. He reluctantly re-attached his usual soft smile, but his eyes still flashed with anger.

"What do you say? I am nine, there is a living method that I have nine."

"I hope that you can live happily in the ghost world."

Rong Jiu narrowed his eyes: "That must be very comfortable. As long as you lie down on the bed, you can exchange for the reincarnation, no longer suffer, I am more clear than the idiots in the house, I am very willing."

Ink burned and smiled and said: "But Rong Jiu, these people are under the hands of the four ghost kings. You are dead or alive, you are going to stay, in fact, you have to rely on the above sentence."

Rong Jiuzhen shocked, random vigilance, a pair of eyes staring at him.

"What do you mean."

If this is not the case, the ink-burning is really reluctant to tear it apart with him. However, although the nine-sexual temper is weak, the hate is not the oil and salt, but he has to sink into the air and say to him: "You think that on the portrait. People are just like this, but I think he is very good. Everyone has different eyes. No one can say that the ghost king will not hit him."

"Who can look like him in such a cold look?"

"That may not be." Ink burns, "If the ghost king likes soft people, why didn't you pick you up?"

"..." Rong Ji does not say anything, but the look is a bit ugly.

The ink burns hot and hits the iron: "He is a man, his temper is fierce. If he is chosen, I am afraid that this ghost world will be ruined. When the time comes to sin, the four ghost kings can’t escape, killing a few sinisters. That's something that didn't run. You have to be silky, you have to set it up safely. If you just wrap it up for a few days, the tree will fall, no dependence is a trivial matter, even if you pick up the vines and vines, then It’s the ending of the soul.”

Rong Ji’s pale face seemed to be getting paler.

But he still said with all his flirtatiousness and viciousness: "I don't believe in this evil."

Ink burning: "..."

"Ink son, I bet, I can't live without you, I am better than me."

A few silences, the ink burned suddenly, and he stared at Rong Ji’s face: "I don’t gamble with you. Rong Jiu, I must save this person, you have to play like this, I will play with you."

Rong Jiu looked up, his eyes burned, and his snakes licked his hand and burned his chest: "Who is you? How long have you been with you? Have you been a long time? He is in bed, is there me? Is it a trick?" More, or is it better to listen?" He paused, and the eyelashes fell down. "Ink son, you are not the kind of infatuation that will kill people. You are not in love at the bottom of my heart, but I am not."

The voice did not fall, and the cheeks were burned by the ink.

The ink burned him open, the black eyebrows stood upright, and the fireworks jumped in the middle of the fire: "There was no heart in the past, now there is."

Rong Jiu raised his eyes sharply and confronted his face. He suddenly found this person to be hot and even strange.

People seem to be the light and rainy screaming, but the soul seems to be different.

He seemed to be burned by such an ink, and he could not help but tremble. He wanted to turn around and run away, but he was stunned by the other party.

"There is still." The ink burned, "I am with him... from now on, clear and innocent, I respect him and love him, no mourning. You must humiliate him."

He said, this only pushed Rong Jiuyi, and Rong Ji hit the column, looking incredibly at the people in front of him. I didn’t even ponder how this eccentric expression was “from now on, clear and white”. If he is clear-minded, he will be able to figure out the subtleties.

From today's innocence, that is to say, it has never been clear, and there is love and color.

But Rong Ji did not think about it.

"He is not yours... not yours..."

Ink burning: "No, he is my teacher."

Rong Jiu will not scream, but people like him can always sniff out some subtle friendships from the lines of the word. The kind of friendship may not be noticed, but Rong Jiu can smell it.

He can almost certainly confirm that the smoldering is the one who loves the portrait. This thought makes him unable to get any love, and can not help but give birth to a bitter and comfortable.

The most popular is the son of the ink, and it will also be a fire for a person.

He suddenly thought, if the original heart of the ink son is really awkward, what is the true heart, will the ink burn? Will it reveal some pure love for himself?

However, he didn't have time to finish it. He listened to the ink and burned it again. His voice was cold and cold. It was not a joke: "Rong Jiu, I finally asked where he was, if you still don't know. I am a monk. It’s still clear how to administer a drug or a spell to confuse a person’s mind. Believe it or not, I will go out and see the ghost king myself.”

This is a complete stunned: "You..."

"I have been working for a lifetime. Now I want to come here. But if no one is fulfilling me, I will still be the rain." He whispered, "Rong Jiu, you want to be clear, I am not afraid of death, not afraid. The soul is flying. You have to be so absolutely, I can do whatever."

Neither of them talked anymore.

Just looking at each other, resolutely grievances. Perseverance is unwilling. It’s cold and it’s cold.

After the ice in the nine eyes, he was almost defeated under the gaze of such a ruthlessness. His hatred is deep, and the obstinacy of ink burning is not shallow. The two are relatively embarrassing, he will not be the opponent of the emperor.

If the face is dead, even if the rouge is delicate, it can't cover the face, such as the broken wall.

"Why are you doing this for him?"

"He treats me the best, but I bully him as the most hated person. I owe him."

"..."

"I did, I have never seen this person." After a long while, Rong Ji whispered, but seeing the ink and burning, and slowly added a sentence, "I did not lie to you. However, the newly caught ghosts are locked in the east. The one in the temple. One person, a small room, is no different from a cage, with a lock. There is a squad guarding the patrol. You should be able to find it when you go there."

Where can I wait for the ink to burn, he will turn to the night. Rong Jiuyi stood in the same place and looked at it. I don’t know what kind of bitter emotions rushed into my heart. He suddenly couldn’t stop shouting toward the back of the ink-burning: “Mini rain, you – you want to come here? Who can come here! We are all people who have been soaked in the mud! No one can come again!"

"Ink rain! You are squatting, I am convinced that I want to live a good life. It is better to die than to live. I sell my body and sell my soul. I am ruined. I have to wear gold and silver! You are squatting. Do you think that you can wipe the smell off by rubbing your mouth in the dirt? You think beautiful! You are good from you, I am my beggar, see who can live well! !"

He groaned until the back of the burning ink disappeared, and he suddenly raised his hand and slammed his face, squatting and choking.

"Why can you come back, why are you so bad people, and some people are waiting for you... Why?"

The author has something to say:

Know that you want to be respected, Master will go online tomorrow 2333

Then there is... the name has been spit out more than once, and the face seems to have its own effect? Does it seem to be inconsistent with the style of the article?

So I would like to ask everyone's opinion, I want to change back to "This seat has been good", or simply called "Congliang", please give a road to a wastewood that will not name, thank you! Lying flat...

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The dying of life is a cat cafe with a leopard cat Xue Mengmeng, a puppet cat teacher, and a white cat master. One day, the owner’s brother raised his two dogs to the cat coffee house...

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