Article 15

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In the future, looking at the red dust, no one dared to let him kneel, and no one could slap him again.

To celebrate, he opened the altar of pear white, sat on the roof, and drank wine all night.

That night, under the influence of alcohol, when I was a teenager, the scar that Master had drawn on his back seemed to be burning hot again.

At this moment, I saw with my own eyes that the teacher respected him in front of him, and the ink burned staring at him, afraid and hated, but there was also a twist of ecstasy.

Such an opponent, lost and found, how could he not be happy?

Chu nightning ignored the two apprentices who broke into the back mountain, and was still concentrating on fighting the overflowing undead.

His facial features are elegant, his eyebrows are evenly long, and his phoenix eyes hang coldly.

However, at this moment, such a gentle, refined and beautiful man was carrying an exorcism sword with bright red blood dripping from him. With a wide sleeve, the bluestone steps in front of him exploded with the sword energy. The gravel and remaining bricks rolled down, cracking all the way from the mountain gate to the bottom of the mountain, and the long steps of thousands of steps were instantly split into a bottomless gulf!

So fierce.

How many years have passed, have not seen the strength of the master?

This familiar qiáng and domineering made the ink burn with inertia, and he didn't stand firm, and he knelt on the ground with a plop.

Chu nightning didn't take too long, he killed all the ghosts, and neatly filled the ghost world leaks. After doing all this, he fell from the air and came to Mo Ran and Xue Meng.

He first glanced at the ink burning on the ground, and then looked up at Xue Meng, a pair of Danfeng eyes showing some chills.

"the fat is in the fire?"

The ink burns and convinces.

Master has the ability to always make the most accurate judgment on things immediately.

Xue Meng said: "Master, the ink burned down the mountain and committed theft, yín ‖ chaos and two crimes, please master the responsibility."

Chu nightning was silent for a while, and said coldly: "I know."

Ink burning: "..."

Xue Meng: "..."

Both of them were a little confused, and then what? no then?

However, it was a fluke in the heart of the ink burning. When I looked up at Chu Wanning, I caught a glimpse of a fierce golden light, which suddenly cut through the air. ! !

Blood splatters!

The speed of the golden light was so amazing, the ink burned, let alone dodge, even closing the eyes before closing, the flesh on the face was cut open, and the pain was hot.

Chu nightning stood with his hands behind his back, standing coldly in the night wind of Xiao Sha, the air was still filled with the turbidity of fierce ghosts, and at this moment, it was mixed with the smell of human blood, which made the forbidden area in the back mountain seem more and more sinister. terror.

It was a bunch of willow vines that appeared in Chu Wanning's hands when the ink burned. The vines were narrow and long, with green and tender leaves on them, hanging down to the side of the boots.

Obviously such an elegant thing, it should have made people think of poems such as "slender willows, holding this to a lover".

It's a pity that Chu nightning is neither slender nor a lover.

The willow vine in his hand is actually a divine weapon called Tianwen. At this moment, Tianwen is flowing with golden red light, illuminating the whole darkness, and also reflecting the bottomless eyes of Chu Wanning.

Chu nightning touched his upper and lower lips, and said: "Mo Weiyu, you are so bold. Do you really think I won't control you?"

If it is a real fifteen-year-old ink burning, he may not take this sentence seriously, thinking that the master is just talking to scare himself.

However, after the rebirth, Mo Weiyu had thoroughly learned the "control" of the master with blood in his previous life. He suddenly felt that his teeth were hurting. When his brain became hot, his mouth began to refuse to accept the account, and he wanted to take himself off. net.

"Master..." The cheeks were bleeding, the ink burned and raised his eyes, and there was a layer of water vapor in his eyes. He knows that his current appearance must be very pitiful, "The disciple never stole... did not yín ‖ mess... Why did the master listen to Xue Meng's words, and he didn't ask, just hit me first?"

"..."

There are two stunts in the ink burning to deal with the uncle. The first is to pretend to be cute. Second, pretend to be poor. Now he has transferred this set to Chu Wanning, and he is so wronged that tears fall: "Is the disciple so unbearable in your eyes? Why doesn't the master even give me a chance to defend?"

Xue Meng stomped his feet next to him: "The ink burns!! You, you are a dog! You, you are shameless! Master, don't listen to him, don't be confused by this bastard! He really stole it! The stolen goods are all It's still there!"

Chu nightning lowered his eyelashes and looked indifferent: "Ink burning, you really didn't steal?"

"Never."

"...you should know the consequences of lying to me."

The ink-burning jīs have gotten up, can he not know? But the dead duck's mouth is still hard: "Please Master, please enlighten me!"

Chu nightning raised his hand, and the golden vines waved again, but this time it did not hit the ink burning face, but tied the ink burning tightly.

This taste is all too familiar. In addition to daily pumping, Liu Teng's "Tianwen" also has a role -

Chu nightning stared at the ink that was tightly locked by Tianwen, and asked again: "Have you ever stolen?"

The ink burned only to feel a familiar sharp pain hitting the heart, as if there was a small snake with sharp teeth and sharp teeth, suddenly plunged into the chest cavity,

There was a tumult in the internal organs.

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