Chapter 245： [Dragon Blood Mountain] Love Enemy

"....................."

It is like a thunderous thunder, and it is in the same place.

Unbelievable... Unbelievable... What is the teacher talking about? What is the teacher doing? ! This, what is going on here?

The ink burned for a moment and couldn't swallow this shock. He didn't even think that the teacher would be kissing Zhou Xining. This picture was too horrified. He saw that he thought he was born with an illusion.

He covered his hand with his hand, and the temple suddenly jumped. His heart flashed through the warm smile of the teacher, and he softly called: "A burning."

Can this person be in front of him...he actually... actually...

It’s just cold and vertical.

Shi Yan likes... Master?

how is this possible? ! !

The teacher has never shown any emotions that love the teacher's respect. To say that Xue Meng likes Chu Xi Ning, it is more convincing than the teacher who likes Chu. How can the teacher like it? He has always been cautious and respectful, and he has said very little, not even sticking to the Master.

After finishing the class, doing things, and leaving the rules and regulations...

how is this possible.

The teacher straightened up and leaned over, and Yingying looked at the ink, and chuckled out: "Is there a person here that I was scared?"

"You...simply... absurd..."

"A ridiculous?" The teacher squats and squats. "My little teacher, who is ridiculous in the end? Is it a memorable person who bullies the teacher? Is it me?"

The burning face was red, and the eyes were angry and stunned.

In exchange for anyone appearing here, he can murderously repel it, but it is not someone else who is here, but the teacher who mistakenly thought that he loved his life for two generations.

He couldn’t speak for a moment.

The teacher is more cheeky, he said faintly: "However, it is not absent to say that I have done ridiculous things. For example, pretend to like you, treat you for so many years, even under the murderous trial, hard life I’ve got a pain and lie to you... I like you.”

After a pause, there was a hint of ridicule in his eyes: "Don't make trouble, if I would like someone who has nothing to do except the face, I can really poke my eyes and die."

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

"Why don't you talk, don't convinced?" The teacher's grace in the city, even if it is sneer, is extremely beautiful. He squints at the ink and touches the chin of the late night.

When the ink burns and burns in anger, it is necessary to summon the devil.

However, only a scarlet flash in the palm of his hand, the spiritual flow disappeared immediately.

The sergeant's eyelids are too lazy to lift, saying: "Don't waste your time. In the past, I used to sneak out this game. With half of his soul, I finally pulled out the flowers for you. You are no longer under control, but now It takes ten days for the body to recover the spiritual power. At this moment, I have to fight with me again.

"Who are you late?!"

"You are a good person, do you only allow you to bully the ancestors, but do not allow me to love the Master?"

"you--!"

"You have been on the top, and the taste has been tasted countless times." The teacher chuckled. "It should be my turn? Fuck/you/fuck/over, I actually have some grievances. But watching is For his part, I will bear it."

The smoldering anger is extremely violent, there is no martial arts, and it is also close to each other.

"Oh... so I said, what I hate the most is that you are killing and killing things that don’t know Sven." The teacher released the night, and burned in the square stone room.

The stone cave was faint, and the figures of the two tall men's demolition were cast on the wall, just like the double dragons smashing and smashing, the flames were surging.

The sergeant is not good at attacking, and the close-fitting melee will not be an opponent of ink burning anyway. His eyes are not good, and he shakes his sleeves, and there is a rolling snake in his head, and the lock is burning. However, he took the opportunity to pluck aside, and picked up Chu Yuning and flew away from the cave.

"Master -!!"

The ink burned barely to open those cold and sticky snakes, followed closely, but the teacher stood at the top of the treetop, and a bright moon was shining behind him.

Shi Yan smiled and said: "Don't chase, you just recovered, even if you don't want to give up your life, you can't catch up with me."

"Why are you clearing the net... Why are you doing this?!"

"A burning." Shi Yan smiled. "I have told you about the teacher, I hate the teacher, the teacher, and the two addresses?"

"..."

"So if you don't mind, from now on, you can call my real name."

"……what."

"In the lower name, there is no word, no name."

Hua Bi Nan! ! ! ?

Seeing the burning eyes wide open, the teacher squinted and smiled and bent: "Yes, look at your brothers and sisters, give you a very important message - don't go Lonely moon night, you are going to the lonely moon night, and will be torn into pieces by Jiang Yan. Don’t try to follow me, hey, let’s go back to life earlier.”

The ink burned for a moment, and then his face turned pale: "What do you want to do for the dead and the dead?!"

"You are not stupid in this life." The teacher smiled. "The teacher gave you a small surprise. You will know when you go."

The ink is burning sweet in the throat, and the burning eyes are burning. He doesn't even know that he is sad or angry. He shouted: "Sir, what do you want to do?! What are you doing?! Not that you told me, is the home of death and death your home? Not that you told me... The ex-employer saved you from the exile... Not telling me, is the most important person for you is us?! ”

His voice was trembling at the end, pinching into a fist and clinging to the palm.

"...Is this all you are cheating on me? Is it so many years, two generations--" Mo-burning said here, stunned.

Bone chill -

"Is it for two generations... are you calculating?!"

The teacher did not make a sound, wide robes and sleeves, standing in the treetops, smiling at him. The peach blossom eyes are bent, and the squats are pointed. In this foggy mountain, it is like a midnight fox.

"You..." Every word and every sentence trembled between the teeth.

The smoldering brain is in chaos, and his eyes are crazy.

"Sir, you talk..."

From that side of the candlestick, gentle and persuaded, and later accompanied by peers, inseparable.

"say something!"

From the sturdy young boy who used to be as fine as jade, and then swayed in the snow, lying in his arms, telling himself, don't hate, don't blame the master.

The smoldering is almost broken: "You are obviously dead... I saw it with my own eyes... I took your body back to the dead... You can't be a teacher... You... How could it... ..."

"Because you are stupid."

The elegant voice rang, and the teacher finally opened his mouth, but it was not without sarcasm.

"You cowards, you only know that you are practicing spiritual nucleus, you can't get medicine. You are good, respect the Lord... even our wise master." He said here, smiled. "The foreword is wrong. The teacher is not a coward. But people like you are all invisible to the medicine."

The smoldering mutter: "Pharmaceutical 蛊..."

"It is very difficult to make a dead person alive." The teacher is slow and reasonable. "But let a living person die, my method is more."

If you are awake at this time, you should hear the mistakes in the sentence.

Even if the medicine can make a living person die, but in the past life he stayed in the Frost Heaven Hall for seven days, and then he saw the teacher's burial. At that time, the three layers were covered with longevity nails, and the seal was even thicker. In the absence of alarming the guardians, which living person can drill out of such a grave?

So there are only two possibilities: First, the teacher is lying. Second, in the past life, there was a person who sneaked into the tomb of the dead and the dead, opened the seal and coffin from the outside, and released the teacher who revived the corpse.

But when the ink burned, the whole person was chaotic. There was an invisible hand that turned his visceral heart and spleen and stomach into the wrong position. He didn’t think about it at all. He heard the teacher say this, and immediately appeared in the memory. Pale lost the **** face -

In the midst of heavy snowfall, Shi Ming was dead. From then on, he hated the helpless self. He hated Chu Ningning, who stood by and watched it. He entered the abyss and slandered...

Who knows! !

Fake... is actually a fake! !

He was a fake man, crazy for half a lifetime, obsessed with his life, killing the world, and finally killed the man who loves him the most in the world.

absurd.

absurd! ! ! !

Anger and pain stabbed his scalp and his pupils tightened. He was almost violent: "You... can be safe!"

"I am very happy." The teacher smiled. "It is you, step on the emperor."

"..."

Four characters are out, such as seven inches.

"No matter what reason you hold the butcher's knife. It's because of resentment, because you are not willing, your hands are full of blood at this moment."

He said that Chu nighting, who deliberately stunned his arms, was tighter, almost like a gesture to show off the spoils.

"When you are full of **** steps, how do you spend time with the innocent Beidou Xianzun?"

The last bit of blood on the face of the ink burned back.

The teacher was very clear about his weakness, so he waved his cheeks and stabbed the venom into the other person's body. He narrowed his eyes and pressed hard.

"Do you match?"

"Do you not feel dirty?"

"You are stealing."

The wind has risen, the fog has dispersed, and a round of bright moons has vanished.

The teacher smiled and smiled, but the word was better than the sharp knife. The knife saw the blood: "Take the fairy, all the days with him are stolen. What kind of goods are you, you know best, you don't need it. I will mention more."

The lips are all white, and the anger, sorrow, fear, regret, self-blame, and no one can accept so many emotions, will be crazy.

"I……"

"Don't be me." The teacher sighed sighingly. "What am I? Do you think that you have been a molder for half a lifetime, and saved so many lives, is it enough to write off your sins?"

He looked at the burning face and chuckled: "You think so beautiful."

The ink burned out.

"Now, the Master has the memory of the past life, the ridiculous things you did, the people you killed, the city of the butcher, the ancestors who destroyed the teacher--you hurt his heart, he will remember all of them. All will think "He paused." He seemed to be looking at the look of his face with great interest, and then smiled with satisfaction: "Mr. Mozong, you should bow your head, you confess."

Bow down.

Plead guilty...

It’s ridiculous, poor and fierce, all wrong.

The ink-burning throat rolled up, red eyes, and stared at the man on the treetop, but his eyes touched the Chu-nighting in his arms, and he couldn't make himself painful. His eyes were like the stalks of the grass.

He jerked his head away.

"You think about it, wait for him to wake up, know that you lied to him for so long, how angry would he be?" The gentleman gently stroked Chu’s cheeks, and the soft, slender fingers swept Lips, "The sage of the master is violent, you know this - do you think he will forgive you?"

The speaker pierced the key, and the listener fell into the ice.

forgive……

He never had the luxury, but he never wanted the trial. He never dared to imagine this day.

The ink slammed into the eyes and the eyelashes shivered.

The voice of the teacher’s voice is so quiet and quiet in the misty and empty mountains. It seems to be a **** Buddha who advises people to return to the sea. “Don’t chase it, go back to death. When you go there, you naturally know that the surprise I said is what."

Resounding.

"Take the surprise, don't resist." When he paused, he seemed to think of something, his eyes turned, and the peach blossoms stared at the people under the tree.

"In addition, Ah Burn, we both said that it is totally different people. You are not able to get what you want." He sighed, as if in his former disciple room, he asked if his hand was delicious, and whether the spicy oil was enough. "I am not so sick and sick, you don't want to frame friends and relatives around you. But --"

He turned his head, but he did not say much.

The ink burned back suddenly: "What do you want?!"

The sergeant saw his gaze swept over the night, and couldn’t help but smile. “You don’t have to worry, the master is here, I will only hurt him, not hurt him. He is such a white jade person. I know how to pity than you..."

Each cavity is soaked in the lips and teeth, and it is lightly spit out.

The smoldering of the smoldering body is shaking. If he is still spiritual at the moment, I am afraid that the sergeant has already been torn into fragments and broken into pieces.

But he has no spiritual power, and the teacher is also correcting that he has no spiritual power at this moment, and he will do whatever he wants.

The teacher chuckled: "But the brothers and sisters of the dead, even the uncle, the aunt...and the Lord." He waved his eyes and said the words without hesitation. "If you didn't handle the surprise well, You will kill them for the second time. Look, if the master wakes up, know that you have hurt everyone again, knowing that you are selfish, and stealing a life - he will not look at you, Even the last glance?"