BXBX NOVEL Chapter 183: Master, I am hot.
Chapter 183: Master, I am hot.
No one around, ink burned him, took him to the alley behind Meng Potang, the alley was very small, he went in, and then stood a burn, there is no more space left.
Chu night, Ning, holding a peach, staring at him.
It was a continuous restraint, and finally the man with a **** temperament was somewhat moved. His chest was slightly hurriedly undulating, his dark eyes staring brightly at Chu Ningning, and suddenly he reached out and held him in his arms.
"My peaches -!"
It’s too late to say that the fruit of the plump water is knocked out, and the bones roll into the corner and stop moving.
"Master." The hot scent of the man lingered in his ear, so torment, so eager, but his tone is still clear, boiling in the sorrowful meaning, his voice is smoldering / fire sizzling, But he still has no more moves.
He just hugged him and held him in his arms, low and hoarse.
"I feel terrible."
Chu night, Ning Hao, his eyes widened: "What\'s wrong, where is it uncomfortable?"
The ink burned first, then laughed. He caught Chu’s hand, who wanted to explore his forehead temperature, and put it on his lips and kissed it.
Chu night Ning Emei anxiously said: "If you are sick, you have to look for the elders of the wolf."
"Looking at that winter pickled vegetables is useless." The ink burned helplessly. "Look at the little cabbage."
Chu Xiaoning reacted to this, and the face was stretched in an instant. He was angry and angry: "Who are you talking about cabbage?"
The ink burns and laughs: "I am wrong."
After a pause, I stared at the night with the wet dark eyes.
"But Master, I miss you."
Chu Xiaoning was stunned by him, and was looked at by such a pair of eyes. The anger of being called "little cabbage" would have nowhere to vent, but turned into a thin red ear. Half a sigh: "...we only eat at a table."
"These are not counted."
"..."
"Master, I want to stay with you for a while. Every time you finish your meal, you will walk away and walk in the crowd. I can\'t touch you when I touch..."
There are some weak grievances in the man’s voice.
"Keep me a little longer, don\'t go back."
Chu nightning was remembered by his cheeks getting hotter and more flustered. What\'s more, his breath was so blazing, so majestic, so eager, he was held tightly by him, and in the end, he couldn\'t say a word.
The ink burned and muttered: "Master, let me hold you for a little longer..."
For both of them, it is not so easy to be alone in the natural life. In particular, the number of visits by major sects has increased significantly during this period. Chu Zhongning has often been dragged down by Xue Zhengyi to make suggestions, so there is less time to gather.
I can sit close to me when I am eating, but I always have to worry about the crowds around me. I’m afraid that if I’m not careful, I will let the disciples of the eye see what is different, so since the confession, they have the opportunity to take hands. Extremely rare.
For a long time, it is no wonder that the ink will not endure.
The twilight gradually deepened, and more and more people came out from Mengpotang. A group of female practitioners who were joking and joking walked past the alley, and accidentally met the fire-breed rat, the tail-burning little mouse. The hustle and bustle caused everyone to laugh, and Chu Ning was upset in such a hustle and bustle, and he pushed the ink.
"Go out."
"A little more..."
"It’s time to come and go out."
In the end, Chu Jingning is a person who is used to cleaning up. He does not give him a real color to look at. He is not confused, he will not be fascinated. The ink sighed and sighed. As he wished, he released his arm and hugged him. Chu nightning immediately walked out of the dark and narrow alley, then looked back at him.
"What are you still doing there?"
The ink burned and coughed, it seemed to be awkward. He said: "The teacher will go first, I will stand for a while."
Chu night Ning was puzzled. Just wanted to say something, but he saw that the handsome face of the burning wheat color seemed a bit red, and the black eyes were also flashing, like the stars in the clear night sky.
He suddenly understood what had come, and his eyes moved unconsciously. When he saw a certain part, his ears squeaked, and suddenly he was smashed by the scorpion. He was red-eared and equator: "You... you are... When he didn\'t finish his words, he slammed his sleeves and left, angrily, and he seemed to be smoking blue smoke.
This kind of dodgy day has passed for ten days, even if the smoldering wolf is docile, the blood in the bones is getting more and more fierce, and the meaning of the mountains and rains is full of wind. Daily morning repairs, in the province, he stared at the elders of Yu Heng above the high platform, the desires in his eyes were unstoppable, and day by day.
When I am obsessed with a person, even if I try my best to hide my love, I can’t hide it.
Sometimes Xue Meng has no intention of sweeping his eyes, he will be scared. He looks at the ink burning, and then look at the night of the night, the phoenix has a rib, and there is no way to think about it, so the more you look at it, the more you look at it. I don\'t know what emotions are flashing in my eyes.
Xue Meng only felt uncomfortable subconsciously, but he couldn’t say where he was uncomfortable.
One day in the morning, Xue Meng looked at the people around him and shouted his voice and shouted: "Hey, I am asking you something."
"what\'s up?"
"Is the teacher respected?"
The ink burned: "How do you say this? Where does the teacher know?" Why don\'t I know?"
"You don\'t know?" Xue Meng touched his chin. "It\'s weird, then how do you always look at him recently, and you always have a look of care."
"..." Listening to Xue Meng said that the ink burned out and understood. He coughed and cried. "What do you want? Don\'t curse the master."
"I didn\'t curse him." Suddenly, he murmured. "What do you always stare at?"
"You got it wrong."
"I am not jealous."
"You see."
"I am? You are a dog!"
Two big men in their twenties were in a childish disappointment. On the high stage, Chu, Ning heard that there was a change in this side, and looked cold and cold. The two men shut up slyly, and they bowed their heads and squatted their hands. The herbal dossier, just the elbows are still against each other in a dark contrast. When the ink burned and he arrived for a while, he suddenly relaxed his strength and pulled his hands without warning.
Xue Meng used too much force, suddenly lost the obstruction of the ink burning side, actually directly slammed into the ink burning body.
The ink burned his legs and laughed: "Ha ha ha ha."
Xue Meng was extremely angry, and he did not care about the quiet atmosphere around him. He said, "You don\'t want to face! You are yin!"
"Ink rain, Xue Ziming." Seeing his apprentice and tearing his eyes, Chu nightning is a little angry, lifting the eyes of the phoenix, holding his eyebrows, and sulking. "To quarrel outside, don\'t disturb everyone here." ”
"Yes, Master." The ink burned immediately.
Xue Meng did not want to live. However, he was still a little angry. He felt that he had fallen a little bit and fell into a face. After thinking about it, he cut a small piece of paper and wrote several large characters on it. The group got up and threw it on the burning table.
"Hey."
I didn\'t expect the paper group to lose her head. A slender and greasy hand picked it up from the spread pages. The teacher untiedly unfolded the crumpled paper and glanced at the words written on it.
——
"You are staring! Do you have any intentions? Do you want the teacher to pass on your own mind!"
I also drew a dog below and hit a black fork.
Teacher: "........."
After the morning repair, Xue Zhengyi found Chu Yuning, saying that it was a few investigations in Linyi, and determined that because of the robbery, no one could live any more in five years, so the people who came from the upper training circle Nowadays, they need to be placed in the towns and villages of the dead.
"The ones I brought back, have already started to help people in the town of Wuchang, Fenghe Town, Baishui Village settled. And those you brought back with Ah," Xue Zhengxi said, "the impermanence of the town is not so much." People are stationed, or take half to go to Yuliang Village, where there are also young people."
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Xue Zhengxuan nodded gets his head: "Jade is not far away. You go early, there are a lot of people to resettle. These kinds of rice and oil are not clear. I let the teacher go with you. He can help. busy."
Chu night Ningdao: "...good."
For the villagers in Yuliang Village, Chu Yuening and Mo-burning are considered old knowledge. The village chief got the news of Xue Zhengyi two days ago, so he waited at the entrance of the village early in the morning and waited for the immortals of the dead. arrival. The Linger girl is also there. She hasn’t seen it for a long time. She has become more and more slick, and when she sees the ink, she is busy greeting him.
The ink burned some accidents, but still smiled: "The girl did not go to the repairs?"
"Don\'t go, but fortunately, I didn\'t go. If I ran to Linyi, I was afraid that I couldn\'t even have a life." Linger took a slap in the face of his full chest. "I still wait in the next round, and the village is also in this period of time." It’s getting better and better... Once upon a time, we were looking forward to going to the upper bounds. This is the first time. I saw people from the upper bounds coming to us. Don’t leave, don’t leave.”
"Yeah." Someone heard her words and followed the road. "Everything is a mountain that doesn\'t turn around. There is Xue Zun\'s master. I don\'t know if it will be another ten or twenty years. Let\'s run here."
The gentleman said: "There is a hundred years of hard work in the lower quarters, but the so-called Jiang has the other side, and the sea has one side. It is not always that we have been suffering all the time. It is time to live a good life."
As he spoke, he took the herbal cream that Mrs. Wang had ordered him to share with everyone. The ink burned and took a can of fine look. He found that there was a snake-shaped coat of arms on the moon, and he was surprised: "This is... Cold scale holy hand medicine?"
"Well, a few days ago, Jiang Zhangmen sent someone to send it."
Chu Jingning listened and said: "Jiang Yan will send things more than the Huohuangge. There are many ghosts and evil spirits in the middle of the battle. The most lacking is the magic bullet. Sending these, the Lord is smiling."
"Isn\'t it?" Mo-burned muttered. "It\'s all the remedies made by the cold-scale sacred hand. It\'s exaggerated. The bones of the dead and the dead are not in the words, hehe..."
"唉" and the second half of the sentence did not say - hey, Jiang Yan is really rich.
At that time in Xuanyuan Pavilion, Chu Xiangning bought a few bottles of musk dew, the asking price is 2.5 million, the result is that Jiang Zhangmen waved his hand and sent it as a carriage.
The ink burned the jar back in the air, and sighed secretly. The heart of the Confucianism is indeed finished, but the next one is obviously a lonely moon night. I am afraid it will take hundreds of years.
Busy for a long time, in the evening, the food and clothing of the Linfen old people were arranged, the houses were also cleaned up, the three men and teachers were ready to leave, but the village chief insisted on leaving them to eat together. In a sentimental, but disrespectful, they followed the village head and went to the ancestral hall of Yuliang Village.
The village ancestors always do some important red and white events, New Year\'s Eve to eat New Year\'s Eve, Lantern Festival to see the big drama, are also in this scorpion, or in the courtyard outside the ancestral hall. On this day, because many old people who went to the upper bounds came to live in Yuliang Village from now on, the villagers prepared more than 30 tables of banquets, cooked sheep and slaughtered cattle, steamed rice and noodles to entertain everyone.
The village chief actually remembered that Chu night would rather not eat spicy food, and specially arranged a table of light dishes. Please ask the elders of Yu Heng and Linyi who are not familiar with the spicy people.
Those people were rescued by the smoldering and Chu Ningning. When they were flying, they already knew the cold singer, but they knew it and sat down with him to eat. A table was very nervous. Out of courtesy, they couldn\'t get up and change positions, so a meal was very embarrassing, and other tables were laughing and drinking. This table is a boring head and silently chopsticks, no one snoring.
The ink-burning technique is good, and I help in the house. When the last dish comes up, he comes out from the kitchen. The honey-colored face is covered with thin sweat, his eyes are very bright, his nose is very strong, and the crowd is handsome and eye-catching.
"The soup is buns -!" The aunt held a large squat, which was filled with small steamers, and the slamming of the door was loud. "Every table, every table, twelve per table, six leeks Six kinds of mushrooms and fresh meat, you have to eat hot!"
The ink burned and smiled, helping the big girl to send the dumplings to the table.
"Thank you, ink fairy!"
"Thank you Xianjun!"
Even more familiar with the burning of children, the child is crisp and groaning: "Thank you for the rainy brother!"
Linger’s eyes were around him, and he couldn’t move, even though he knew that this person didn’t like himself and wouldn’t like himself, he still couldn’t help but want to look at him—
Oh, it doesn\'t matter if you look at it anyway.
"Thank you, Mo Xianjun." To her table, her lips were like a sigh, and she said softly.
The ink burned and smiled at her. It was a bright smile that didn\'t dodge, and didn\'t bring any ambiguity. Instead, she made a little embarrassed to Linger, who wanted to take the opportunity to steal the eye, and suddenly lowered her head.
The last two tables were not delivered. There was a late night in a table, and there was a teacher at the table. The two of them had different tastes, so they didn’t sit together. The ink burned first to the table at the night of Chu, Ning Xiaoning. Emei said: "Don\'t be busy anymore, the rice is cold."
When the teacher gave the table, the teacher smiled and said: "A burning is a skill, thank you."
"Haha, okay, I just helped the big man to get started."
When the ink burned, he turned and turned back. The teacher thought that he was going to take the bowl, and he vacated some empty seats on the bench. He said, "Sit here, I have only one bowl for this table. You don\'t have to take it. ”
The ink burned for a moment, then scratched his head and smiled: "I sit on the table."
"...when are you not going to eat spicy? There is no spicy food to go there."
"Quited."
The teacher was silent for a long while, and the bottom of the darkness was dark, but he suddenly smiled: "I heard that drinking alcohol, quit smoking leaves, I have never heard of someone wanting to quit peppers."
"In fact, it is not a ring. If you don\'t eat for too long, you don\'t want to eat it." The ink-burning priest waved his hand and smiled and ran to the kitchen. "Take the bowl, you sit and eat, no more soup." The bag is cold."