The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

Chapter 4: Cousin of the seat

This teacher is not a sister.

The teacher is a man who has been replaced, and he is still a smoldering brother.

The reason why I took such an unfortunate name is that the lord of the dead and the dead has no knowledge.

The teacher was originally an orphan. He was brought back by the Lord in the wild. The child was weak and sick, and the Lord thought about it. He had to give the baby a name and be famous to feed.

The child’s lips are red and white, like a little girl who is very lovable, so the Lord has racked his brains and asked people a name, called Xue Yu.

Xue Yu is getting bigger and bigger, the longer he is, the more handsome, the more sturdy, the eyebrows are the style of the eye, quite a bit of the charm of the genius.

The villager’s husband has no problem with the name Xue Yu, but has he seen the beautiful woman called “dog egg” and “iron pillar”?

The brothers and sisters of the same door felt that it was not appropriate. Gradually, they would not be called Xue Yan, but the name of the Lord was not good enough to change, so they half-jokingly called the teacher.

The younger sister and sister were short. Later, the lord simply waved his hand and said with a good understanding: "Xue Wei, you simply changed your name, so you can call it a teacher, what is it?"

I am still very embarrassed to ask how...Is the normal person receiving this name? However, the teacher had a good temper. He looked up at the Lord and found that the other party was eager to glare at him. He dared to think that he had done a good thing. The teacher can’t bear it, and feels that even if he is wronged, he can’t sweep the face of the Lord. So I am grateful, and I changed my name from now on.

"Cough." The black cloak snorted a few times before it slowed down, and looked up at the smoldering. "Well? Ah Burn? Why are you here?"

A layer of crepe curtains, the eyes are as soft as spring water, and if the stars are shining, they will burst into the bottom of the ink.

At a glance, those gentle feelings and little men who have been squandering for a long time have been unblocked in an instant.

It is a teacher.

Can’t be wrong.

Ink burning is a rogue embryo. In the last life, I have played a lot of men and women. In the end, I didn’t die because of the death of the man. He was quite surprised.

But the only person he was fond of in his nest, he was careful and never dared to touch it easily.

In those years, he and the teacher and the two men squatted in the snow, but when they died, the ink burned the hands of others, and even the mouth only mistakenly hit the pro.

The ink burns feels dirty, the teacher is too gentle and pure, he can’t match it.

This person has already made him so cherished, not to mention the death. Then it became the white moonlight that stepped on the heart of Xianjun. If he scratched his heart and scratched his liver, the people of Sri Lanka had become a loess. Under Jiuquan, the fairy tale was hard to find.

However, at this moment, the living teacher appeared in front of him, and the smoldering had to use all his strength to resist the emotion of his excitement.

The ink burned the man up and took the dust off the cloak for him.

"I don’t want to be here, what do you have to be bullied by them? When someone hits you, why don’t you fight back?"

"I want to make sense first..."

"What do you tell me about these people! Is it hurt? Where is it hurt?"

"Cough, Ah, I... I don’t get in the way."

The ink burned his head and looked at the priests fiercely. "The people who are dead and dying, you dare to do it? The courage is very big."

"A burning... forget it..."

"You are not going to fight? Come on! Why not make a move with me!"

The priests were photographed by ink and they knew that this person was repaired far above themselves. They all ate soft and hard, and they dared to retire with ink.

The teacher sighed and sighed and persuaded: "A burning, you have to fight, you have to spare people and spare people."

When the ink burned back and looked at him, he couldn’t help but feel sour and sorrowful.

The teacher has always been so kind, and when he died in his life, he has no resentment and no hate. Even persuaded the ink to burn, do not remember to hate the teacher who can clearly save his life, but is sitting on his side.

"But they..."

"I am not good, is it okay? More than one thing is less, listen to the teacher."

"Oh, okay, listen to you, listen to you." The ink shook his head and glanced at the few Taoist priests. "Have you heard? My brother asked for your love! Don’t roll fast? Hey here. , I want you to send you not?"

"Yes, yes! Let’s roll! This is rolling!"

The teacher said to the priests: "Slow."

The few people thought that the teacher had just been violently stunned by them. I felt that he would not easily let go of himself. He squatted on the ground again and again: "Xianjun, Xianjun, we are wrong, we don’t know Taishan. Seeking Xianjun Let us go!"

"I just told you to tell you, you don’t listen." The teacher sighed. "You have taken the children of others and been sinned. Let their niece be cut, and the conscience can be overwhelmed." ”

"I don’t want to go! I don’t want to go! Xianjun, we are wrong! Never dare anymore! Never dare anymore!"

"You have to be a good person in the future, you can’t do anything else, but you know it?"

"Yes! The secret of Xianjun is! We, we are taught, taught!"

"In this case, please ask a few to apologize to the lady, and then heal the children."

Even if this matter was settled, the smoldering supporter took the plunge, and he borrowed another one from the shack. The two men sneaked back and returned to the sect.

Wu Hook is high hanging, and the moonlight wears through the forest and leaves it on the forest path.

Walking and walking, the smoldering gradually became more and more beautiful: he thought that he would at least return to the death and death, and then he could see the teacher again. He did not expect the teacher to go down the mountain to help the road. He happened to let him hit, and the ink burned more and more, he believed. And the teacher is really fate.

Although at this time, the teacher has not been with himself, but the past life has been hooked up, this life is obviously also a familiar, water-filled thing.

The only thing he needs to worry about is to protect his teacher and not let him die in his own arms like he did in the past...

The teacher did not know that the ink was already a rebirth, and he chatted with him as usual. The two chatted and talked to the feet of death.

Who expected to be in the middle of the night, but in front of the mountain gate stood a personal, staring at them.

"Ink burning! Do you still know back??"

"Hey?"

The ink burned and looked up, oh, a good angry arrogant son.

This person is not someone else, it is Xue Meng when he was young.

Compared with Xue Meng, who was seen before his death, he was even more handsome when he was 15 or 6 years old. A light blue armor with a black bottom, a high ponytail, a silver hair buckle, a lion’s belt with a strong waist and a slender waist, a hand-legged leg, and a small curved knife behind the cold arm. The upper sleeve arrow is silvery.

The ink burned and sighed, and I thought about it:

Uh, Sao.

Xue Meng, no matter when he was a teenager or a grown up, was really a sigh.

Look at him, good husband, don’t sleep at night, wear a full armor of death and death, what to do? Is the performance of the pheasant courting peacock to open?

However, if the ink burns not to see Xue Meng, Xue Meng may not wait to see him.

Ink burning is an illegitimate child. When he was a child, he did not know who his father was, and he was playing in a music house in Xiangtan. It was not until the age of fourteen that the family was found back to life.

Xue Meng is the young master of death and death. Counting up, he is actually a cousin of ink. Xue Meng’s early childhood is a genius. He is known as the “Pride of Heaven” and “Phoenix”. The average person builds a foundation for three years, and it takes at least ten years to complete the spiritual core. Xue Meng is talented and talented. From the entry to the spiritual core, it is only five years before and after, which makes the parents happy and praised by all.

But in the eyes of ink, whether he is a phoenix or a chicken, a peacock or a duck, it is a bird anyway. The difference between hair and hair is short.

So the ink burned to see Xue Meng: bird stuff.

Xue Meng looks at the ink: dog things.

Perhaps the family inheritance, the talent of ink burning is also very amazing, and even can be said, more amazing than Xue Meng.

At the time when the ink burned, Xue Meng felt that he was particularly noble and glamorous, well-trained, knowledgeable, kungfu, and handsome, and he didn’t know a few characters like the cousin, and he was not a passer-by.

Then the narcissistic phoenix 指挥 指挥 指挥 指挥 指挥 指挥 指挥 指挥 指挥 指挥 指挥 指挥 指挥 指挥 指挥 指挥 指挥 指挥 指挥 指挥 指挥 随 随 随 随 随 随 随 随 随 随 随 随 随 随 随 随 随 随 凤凰 随 随 凤凰 随 凤凰 凤凰 凤凰 凤凰 凤凰 自 自 自He, just treat this person as a dog."

The followers will be flattering: "The Lord said that the ink burned is already fourteen years old. Now it is only beginning to cultivate the immortal. I think he has to spend at least ten years to build the foundation. It will take twenty years to bear the spirit. Nuclear. At that time, when we were less than the Lord, we were able to sneak up and he could only look at the ground."

Xue Meng sneered sneerly: "Twenty years? Hey, I see his waste look, I can’t repair the spirit core in my life."

Whoever expected, the waste hahaha followed the teacher for a year, even the spiritual core.

When the phoenix was suddenly struck by lightning, she felt that she had been beaten and could not swallow the bad breath.

So he secretly slaps his villain, cursing the sword of the family’s soles, slipping his tongue and knotting his tongue.

Every time I see the ink burning, Xue Meng Xiao Feng is even more persistent to reward the two big white eyes, the sound of the nose can be heard through the three miles.

I think of these childhood memories, I can’t help but squint. He hasn’t enjoyed such human fireworks for a long time. He has been alone for ten years, even the things he hated in the past. Now he is chewed and squeaky. .

The teacher saw Xue Meng, immediately dismounted, picked up the black gauze, revealing a stunning face.

It’s no wonder that he’s going out alone to wear it like this, and when the ink burns and squints, he feels swaying and thinking. The heart of this person is really a stunning pose, and the soul is taken.

The teacher said hello to him: "Less master."

Xue Meng nodded: "Is it back? The matter of the bear is handled properly?"

The teacher smiled and said: "It’s just right. Thanks to Ah Burning, it helped me a lot."

Xue Meng’s proud eyes were like a sharp blade, and he quickly swept it on the burning body. He immediately turned away. He frowned and looked disdainful. It seemed as if he had burned his eyes for a while.

"Teacher, you go back to rest first. After that, you don’t want to mix with him. This is a thing that steals chickens and touches dogs. When you are with him, you have to learn bad."

The ink burns does not show weakness. He laughs and laughs: "I don’t learn from you, can you learn from me? I am fully dressed in the evening, and I am stupid with a bird-like tail. I am still proud of the sky... Hahaha, I see it. Are you proud of the sky?"

Xue Meng was furious: "The ink burns, you put my mouth clean! This is my home! How old are you?"

The ink burns means: "I am your cousin. If you talk about it, you should be ahead of you."

Xue Meng seems to have been splashed with a shit, and immediately frowned at the disgusting, screaming: "Who has your cousin! Don’t put gold on your face, in my eyes, you are just playing in the mire Rolling dog!"

Xue Meng is especially fond of swearing that other people are dogs, what kind of dog, son, dog, dog, dog, and dog are born, and the upper and lower mouths are called a skillful one. Ink burning has long been used to it, licking your ears and not thinking about it. However, the teacher was listening to the side and whispered a few words. Xue Meng finally snorted from the nostrils and closed his noble beak.

The teacher smiled and asked softly and softly: "The young master is so late, waiting in front of the mountain gate?"

"Otherwise? Enjoy the moon?"

The ink burned and smiled and said: "I said how you cleaned up so beautifully. It turned out to be waiting for someone to date. Hey, who is so unlucky to be missed by you? I sympathize with her, hahahahaha."

Xue Meng’s face is darker, and the nail can scrape three pounds of coal. He screams in a gruel: “You!”

"......I?"

"This son waits for you, how are you staying?"

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

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