The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

Chapter 51: The master of this seat...hahahahaha

For the next three days, Chu’s face was not very good and his temper was very violent.

The elders of Yu Heng wrote a disgrace on their faces. Wherever they went, they were all covered with a haze. The disciples saw him circling around the birds and beasts. Even Xue Zhengyi could feel the murderous murder of his body and he did not dare to overdo him. chat.

Although Chu Ning’s mouth is not willing to admit that he has any thoughts on the burning of ink, but he can still resist the anger and anger of seeing the two apprentices in front of the wooden pile.

He was a little disgusted.

Not only disgusting others, but more importantly, disgusting yourself.

Ink rain and himself are just masters and apprentices. Who does he love to stick to, who is entangled with who he loves, and what does he have to do with himself?

Why can't you get used to it? Who is happy with who is there, and what is it with you? What is wrong with you? Chu nightning, how is your heart smaller than the tip of the needle!

... well, retreat 10,000 steps, even if he has some unspeakable desires for ink burning? He has always been proud of his self-control and pride, enough to restrain his heart, enough to succumb to that terrible desire over time.

This kind of unseen feeling, except for myself, no one knows.

In addition to the acacia kite that fell on the side of the ghost ceremonies, entangled him and a black hair burned, nothing left.

Ink burning will not know his mind, just like ink burning will never know, Jin Chengchi bottom, endure the pain to save him, not a teacher, but with the teacher to temporarily change the soul of himself.

But what is this now?

Yes... Hey?

This thought made Chu Wanning sturdy.

After a few months, he tried to avoid contact with the ink, in addition to daily practice instructions, do not do more exchanges.

In the blink of an eye, the end of the year is approaching. One day, the night of the night, the Ning has returned from the mountain and went to the mountain gate. The sky suddenly began to snow.

Soon, the dying of life and death was shrouded in ethereal silver, and Chu night was cold and cold, so he tightened his robes and strode toward Danxin Temple.

There was a charcoal fire in the temple, and the firewood cracked and cracked in the copper basin.

Chu night Ning Yuan was coming to Xue Zhengxuan to return to life, but the Lord is not here, but instead collided with the ink.

There is no other person in Danxin Temple. This is the first time that Chu Yuning has been alone with him for several months. What's more, the absurd dream is happening here.

Speaking of that dream, later, Chu Ning actually went back and forth many times. Every time the picture was clear and vivid, at the beginning, Chu Ning would still tangled, and then I was used to it, from the dream of burning and a little madman. Like a mouthful of madness, he manages his own idle eyelashes, a two-three...

However, that dream always stopped at a certain critical time. After several times, Chu Zongshi believed that he must be self-sufficient and would not be so filthy.

In this way, the elders of Yuheng, who has a fragile glazed heart, have finally recovered some dignity.

However, the combination of ink burning and Dan Xin Dian still makes Chu Xining feel a little dangerous.

But the boy had no feeling, saw him, stretched his black eyes and grinned: "Master, you are back."

"……Ok."

"Looking for the uncle? He went to the aunt's house. The aunt's body was a little uncomfortable. He couldn't walk away. What do you have, I will tell him."

Chu night Ning licked his lips, faintly said: "No need."

After turning around, I want to leave.

The ink burned and called him: "Master waits."

"how……"

He said as he turned back, but he couldn't help but get rid of the black-browed hand.

The ink burned, and naturally said: "Look at you, it's snow."

Chu night Ning stopped.

By the young man, he was removed from the snow, and he took a white towel to wipe his wet hair.

Chu night is rather cold, can not catch cold, otherwise it is easy to get sick.

But this person never knows how to take care of himself. In the past life, after Chu Xiening was under house arrest, he often liked to sit in the courtyard and watch the Jin Yu Yue.

Then, if you don't move, you will have a cold and fever. After the abolition of the spiritual core, the masters will become weaker. The disease will often linger on the couch for more than half a month. It is not good to have one dose of the soup.

Therefore, when the smoldering saw his eyebrows and fell on the shoulders, he fell in half, half condensed, and the subconscious would give him a slap.

However, the hair was wiped in half, and suddenly it seemed that the behavior was too close, and looked up, just like a pair of Danfeng eyes on the night.

Chu night Ning is glaring at him: "..."

The ink-burning handcuffs were collected back: "Ah, haha, the disciples are smashing, the masters are wiping themselves, rubbing themselves."

As soon as he was in a hurry, Chu nightning turned his back.

Dreams are just dreams after all.

The apprentice is still the same temperament as before, and the guy in the dream who calls himself "the seat" is judged by two.

Chu Xiaoning was silent for a while, took the ink-burning handkerchief, took off the cloak, went to the fireside and baked the roasting hand, wiping the snow in the hair.

"When did you know how to get better?" The fire reflected Chu's face, and he squinted. "Isn't it always been out of place?"

Ink burning: "..."

No one spoke for a while, Chu night Ning wiped his hair, casually took the Pa towel, and faintly looked at the ink.

"But then, what are you doing here?"

The ink burned busy: "Is this not the end of the year? The file that has been accumulated for one year needs to be sorted out. I will help..."

Chu Xiaoning interrupted him: "I know that there is a year's dossier that needs to be sorted out, but isn't this a good thing for the teacher? Why are you doing it?"

Ink burning: "...the memory of the teacher is very good."

Chu nightning is not moved by this aunt: "What about others?"

"He said this morning that he had some headaches and was sweating." Seeing Chu’s eyes and ink, "I’m sorry, Master, I advised him to rest in bed. Don’t blame him for being lazy."

Such a return is like a sharp needle, and the sorrowful Chu night is a wrinkle, and Chu night is quiet for a while, asking: "He can be okay?"

When he saw that he had not blamed him, he let out a sigh of relief: "I just gave him medicine when I came out, and I saw him go to sleep before leaving. It was a little cold, and it would be good for two or three days. Thank you for your concern."

"I have something to care about for you, just ask."

Ink burning: "..."

"Go. Go and organize it."

Chu night Ning said, just walking away.

It is strictly forbidden for the disciples to act on behalf of each other. The ink-burning thought that they would be punished by the teacher, but did not expect that Chu Xiening would have let him go so easily. He did not react for a while, and he spent the rest of the day, waiting for others. It was far away, and it suddenly came back to God.

The people in the snow were alone, and the ink burned the umbrella leaning against the threshold, and the snow ran out.

"Master!"

"Master waits!"

Chu nightning turned back, ink burned in front of him to stop, shaking the snow on the umbrella, the end is being opened above the two.

"The snow is big, go back with an umbrella."

Chu nightning looked at him: "No need."

The ink burned the umbrella to his hand, but Chu Ning felt tired, insisted not to pull it, and pulled the umbrella to be pushed down in the snow. The wind blew and suddenly flew a few feet away.

Chu Yuening stared at the umbrella that fell into the snow. He looked at it for a while. It was a trivial matter. He wanted to be as indifferent as ever. But suddenly I can't move.

Just like the candle will eventually go out, the old well will dry up.

The people who are forbearing again have a time of collapse.

Chu night Ning turned his head and screamed: "Ink rain, don't you come to provoke me? I am not a teacher, I don't need to take care of you!"

He said, a sudden burst of golden light in his hand, the ink burned the consciousness back, and thought that he had to ask the sky to ask people, who knows that the late night of Ning raised a golden spring, caged in the air Enchantment, the time to cover the snow in his body.

Ink burning: "..."

The enchantment of snow and rain...

Chu night Ning Jianmei cross-cut, look cold: "Do you think I need an umbrella?"

He seems to be really angry, his fingertips are moving fast, the light of the enchantment turns from gold to red, from red to purple, from purple to blue, from blue to cyan.

Every time a color is changed, the effects attached to the enchantment are completely different. Some are pure snow shelters, some can shield the cold wind, and some can even turn the cold snow into the warmth of the enchantment.

These moves are too powerful. Of course, it’s impossible to spend the night to avoid the snow. This kind of sultry singularity is so naive that the ink burns for a while and is even speechless.

"Master, don't be angry..."

"Which eye do you see that I am angry?!" Chu night's face was green, "I still don't roll it for me!"

"Well, I am rolling me." The ink burned a look at the enchantment on his head. "But don't you spend so much energy..."

"roll!"

Chu night Ning waved, the enchantment suddenly gathered, became a thunder, and slammed in front of the ink.

The ink burned was almost stunned by the thunder and lightning that was called by the late night. He rarely cared for the other person, but he was reacted like this. He was also angry at the time. He wanted to talk. He looked up and saw that Chu Ning stood. In the snow, his face was pale and his eyes were reddish.

The ink burns: "You..."

"You and I are not only mentoring, why are there extra concerns? Take your umbrella and roll it for me."

The ink burned and suddenly understood.

"Master, I was playing in the martial arts that day, I spoke to the teacher, are you..."

heard it.

Chu nightning did not speak, turned and left.

This time, the ink burned did not call him again, and he did not look back.

Halfway through, suddenly I couldn't help but sneezed. Chu's footsteps were stiff and stiff, and the head went faster, like being angry and fleeing.

From the beginning to the end, the ink burns in the vast snow, staring at his back until he disappears, and I don't know what to think.

When Chu Ning returned to Honglian Water, he fell ill.

Although he can use the enchantment to avoid rain and snow, but this person encounters his own affairs, always lazy, and is even more willing to waste spiritual power. Otherwise, when it rains on a normal day, he will not be like an ordinary person, and he will walk with a paper umbrella.

After a few sneezes in a row, the headache was hot and I found the door. However, he became a doctor for a long time, and he was already eccentric about the cold. He took some medicine, washed and changed clothes and went into the quilt and slept.

Perhaps because of the cold, the kind of nausea that has been going on since Jin Chengchi’s injury has become very clear this night. He slept all night in a groggy way, his body was soaked in cold sweat and his body was hot. Like a stove.

The next day at noon, Chu nightning was only awakened, he opened his eyes and stayed in bed for a while, then he slowly jumped out of bed and prepared to wear shoes.

Then he stunned.

He suddenly found that his boots had grown bigger after a night...

Take a closer look.

Chu nightning: "........."

............

Rao is the elder of Yu Heng, and he can't stand this horror.

Not his boots are getting bigger.

Chu night Ning stayed and looked at his own hands, his own legs, his own bare feet, bare shoulders, and the shoulders from the slipping clothes.

Is it yourself... is it smaller? ? ? ?

The author has something to say:

Small theater (this is an adaptation of an online old paragraph~)

Xue Meng: I am testing you for the dog thing. What should I call the high-cold master?