The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

Chapter 104: Master's hand

A gust of wind faintly wanders around the dead, looking for the half-bone soul that comes back.

After the soul-lighting lights are on, the living person will never see the ink burning again. He seems to have become a half-ghost. He walked through the small steps of the bluestone and walked through the corridors and looked at Zhang.

Honglian Water Margin, Frost Heaven Hall, Sanshengtai...

I have traveled all over the place, but I can’t see him.

I can’t help thinking about it. Will it be that the teacher is exhausted before he is alive, and he will never want to see him again after his death?

This thought made him fall like an ice cave. The more urgent his feet were, the clothes slid across the grass, and the cold did not prevent the glimpse of the bridge. There was a person standing on the bridge. It was cold and cold, and he was sweating, his heart was like a drum, and he was anxious to The man ran.

"Master -"

Looking back is a soul that is not known, and is also a disciple who lost his life in the crack of the sky. He is half-faced, bloody, and staring at the ink.

"...I’m sorry, I admit it." The ink burned and hurried past him. The soul of the dead lost his mind, and only slammed the ink and burned him in front of him. There was no movement. The body of the corpse was condensed in the same place, like the cocoon left in the world.

The ink can’t help but feel tighter.

If the soul of the master is like him, become a corpse, what is it? Even if he finds him, can he keep him until dawn?

In the heart of the Jin Ge Tie Ma Cang Huang stepped over, the footsteps are getting faster and faster.

Raised his eyes and suddenly realized that he did not know when he had already reached the door of Meng Potang.

The ignorance of the ignorance of the mind, the master respects the diet has no obsession, after wanting to come back to his soul, will not deliberately come to this kitchen.

I was about to turn away, but I heard a sigh in Meng Potang.

The voice was very thin, but it was like a thundering explosion in the ink skull.

He almost slammed into the door and trembled to raise the light in his hand. The light of the soul lamp is like a newborn sun, but the warmth is subtle, showing a silhouette of a white coat.

The joints are dead and the nails are almost out of the palm.

The smoldering mutter: "Master respects..."

The late night of the Chu Dynasty was solitary and lonely, standing alone in the vast kitchen. The figure is lighter, like the ink marks that have been eclipsed for a long time, but it is his appearance.

He wore a smoky white dress when he was dead, and his clothes were stained with large blood stains. He was extremely radiant, so he even said that his skin was pale and smoky. It seemed that only a gust of wind was blowing, and his soul would disappear. .

The ink burned the lamp and looked at the mirror in front of the eyes.

I want to go faster, I am afraid that it will be late, and he will leave.

I want to go slower, and I am afraid of urgency, and the dream will be broken.

Wan Nian intertwined, but the eyelids could not help but slightly reddened, how much rushed to the heart, he only felt that he owed him, standing near him, the end is nowhere.

The lantern swayed gently.

It was close, and I saw him busy, seemingly anxious, so clumsy.

What is Chu nightning doing?

He came behind him and wanted to help the poor soul. But when he saw the scene, he was like a thunder. After the huge horror dissipated, he burst into a **** mouth. He bit his neck.

The ink burned back two steps and slowly shook his head, but he couldn’t say half a word.

At this moment, it is to take the awl into the chest, throwing out the heart, and even the blood vessels together, it will not hurt more.

He saw that Chu Xi Ning had two hands, because he had dragged himself before his death, and the hands that had climbed over 3,000 steps, the hands that had already been skinned and bloody, were slowly smashing on the case.

In the case, there are flour, seasonings and stuffing.

Next to a pot of boiling water, the water has already boiled, Chu night Ning this fool does not know that the fire is extinguished weaker, the mist of the mist soaked everything around it very vague...

Or maybe it’s not the steam that blurs the eyes of the spectator, but the ink that burns one’s own eyes is moist.

Chu Yuning’s soul is slowly picking up the handkerchief. He used to have a pair of extremely dexterous hands. The weapon of the gods went down from his slender fingers, and the enchantment began from his palms.

But now the hands are broken, shivering, carefully wrapped one after another rounded hand.

"..."

The ink burned his arms violently, struggling to rub the red eyes, but still couldn’t say a word.

Chu Yuning turned his back to him. It seemed that he finally remembered the water in the pot for too long. If he didn’t care, he would have to dry up, so he went to the pot.

He is stunned.

Yes, he is stunned.

The ink burned back in the pain that could kill him. He walked quickly and walked around the master.

He is clear.

After the separation of the three souls, each will have something missing. Or memory, or wisdom, or flesh and blood.

And this soul that returns from the underworld loses part of the perception.

The late return of the land of Chu, the eyes are blurred, the hearing does not seem so good, knocked out things, and even can not tell where it is. But even so, he still worked hard to make this bowl of ordinary, ordinary hand-to-hand. As if this was his favorite thing to do during his lifetime, he could get a moment of gentleness in this vague water vapor.

Looking at the ink, I only felt distressed and cracked. I only felt that I couldn’t think about it. I just couldn’t think about it. I just stood still and looked at everything in front of me.

"Dangdang."

The eyes of the eyes have been near, because they can not see clearly, accidentally knocked down the salt pot of Meng Po Tang.

Chu night Ning seems to be shocked, silently withdrawing his hand, the face stained with mottled blood reveals such an uneasy look.

"What are you going to take..."

A hoarse voice rang on his side, almost choked, stunned, and the liver was inseparable.

"I help you, okay?"

Chu nightning is slightly amazed, but perhaps because the soul is incomplete, the mood will not be too turbulent, and soon it will be quiet again.

Every time the ink burns, it is almost difficult and almost pleading.

"Master, let me help you, okay..."

The water is boiling in the pot, the dead things in the kitchen are warm, lively, but the living people are awkward and silent.

After a long time, I finally heard the familiar voice of Chu Xi Ning, Kunshan jade, slow and steady.

"You came?"

"......Yes."

"When you come, just wait a moment, wait a moment. Wait until the pot is cooked, and the ink is burned."

"...!"

The ink burned, and I didn’t understand what Chu Ning was saying.

However, I saw that the night of the night, I would rather put a dragon with a full snow jade in the pot, and the face faded in the water vapor, which was extraordinarily soft. Then he said: "I was so severely punished yesterday that I hate me. Listening to Xue Meng said that he has been reluctant to eat. When you send it to him, don’t say that I did it. He wants to know, I am afraid I will not be willing to eat."

There is a chaos in the mind of the ink, and there seems to be some hidden shackles of half life, and it is about to move out of the ground.

"Master respect..."

Chu night smiled bitterly: "I am afraid that it is too strict with him. But he always wants to do what he wants to do, and he always has to change it.... No, don’t say it, you can help me find it. The bowl is coming, it must be thicker. The outside is cold, and the end is not cold."

Will break the ground and will break the ground.

As if I heard the slight broken sound in my mind, a certain memory finally broke the shell with its sharp claws, screaming and screaming to the smoldering!

Time is faint and dark.

Copy your hand.

Teacher.

Master.

......

That was the first time he had eaten the handcuffs that the teacher had done. On that day, he was blamed by Chu’s lateness for the misappropriation of the famous flower planted by Mrs. Wang, and he asked him to play with his skin, and his heart was ashamed.

He refused to get up when he was lying in bed. He only thought that he had to pick up the flowers. He wanted to give him a respect, but he was unwillingly whipped. He felt that he had just blinked before he would see Chu’s late night. The heart will feel that Chu is rather gentle, and I feel that Chu Ning cares about him.

That is, the day, the teacher took a bowl of steaming red oil and handed it into his room, soft voice, warm tone, and hot-hearted dragon slapstick, let him disappointed with the master. All of them have become a good feeling for the teacher.

Who knows...

Who knows! !

The soul of the dead is standing beside him, and the souls of every deceased are different when they return. Some, such as Luo Sui, are to see a story that I don’t know after death. Some people who are just like the bridges are not involved, but only go to the place where they lived before they lived.

Chu Yuning, the soul of this singer, lost his eyes, and could not discern the voices of the people around him, not even knowing what night.

He returned to the mortal world. He felt that one thing was not good when he was alive. He did something wrong and felt sorry.

Want to make up.

Therefore, Chu Yuening finally made a decision that was no longer the same as before.

The hand was put out and placed in a bowl. Green onion, milk soup, red oil toppings.

He handed the bowl to the "teacher", but suddenly stopped at the end.

"I am waiting for him, too unpopular." Chu nightning muttered.

A few silences.

"But. Don’t send it to you. I went to marry him and apologize to him."

The ink burned and looked at, and his face was as pale as the soul.

Originally thought that the teacher is too cold, cold as cold iron, so that his heart is frozen into ice. But whoever had expected the Master to be good to himself...

The regret that he can’t put it down in the world is actually himself.

- Again with him, apologize.

It became ice and became a sea.

Slowly raise your hand and bury your face in your palm.

The shoulders are slightly trembled.

Hard as iron? Hard as iron?

no......

The ink burned his throat and choked, and he cried again. He knelt down. He squatted in front of the soul that couldn’t see himself. The soul-light was on his feet. He interrupted Ai’s period. He screamed and screamed, and he finally returned. Can’t help but scream.

He was kneeling in front of Chu.

no......

He leaned into the dust, and he caught Chu’s **** clothes.

Jun is not like a cold iron, I am also difficult to be a stone. It’s just that the mistakes are wrong, there are so many mistakes... just...

"Master, Master..." He was mournful and curled up. "I can’t help you. I beg you... I beg you to go back with me..."

"Master... Please come back with me, I am wrong, it is not good for me. I don’t blame you, I don’t hate you, I am not right, always make you angry, you will beat me later, I also Never give up, Master, as long as you come back, I will listen to you everything...respect you, hurt you, treat you well..."

However, Chu’s clothes were so sloppy as they were, and they were pinched in their hands at any time.

Ink and hate can’t cut his chest and exchange his heart for him, as long as he can hear his heartbeat again. Hate can’t run out of blood, rushing to his blood, as long as he can see the color on his face.

He hates not doing everything to make up for the mistakes he has made.

"Master." He was finally crying.

"We have come over again, okay..."

In front of the Tongtian Tower, under the sea otter tree.

Gentle as a white cat’s master raised his head, the phoenix eyes slightly wide, the branches humming three or two, the teenager in front of him was laughing.

"Xianjun Xianjun, I have been watching you for a long time. You are not paying attention to me."

In the blink of an eye, twenty years, two lifetimes.

It’s in the past.

The end is brazen, wolf ambition, but also to say this sentence -

Master, we have come back.

good or not.

Please, you reason about me, okay...

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