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Crazy thoughts make the ink burn a blood red. He trembled, lost his senses, and clutched the throat of Chu's late night, screaming and asking himself.
As long as he speaks the second sentence, as long as he says the phrase "death and no complaints." That must be... sure it is...
"Well!"
A sigh of suffocation sounded in his ear, Chu nightning could not breathe, his face rose red, and his struggle ended in faintness.
The ink burned for a moment, the red scorpion smashed, and the madness and the clearness were flashing inside. Suddenly he reacted, and he loosened his hand. Chu night Ning fell heavily on the couch, and the neck and neck were scarred. Gradually call back the soul of the ink burning.
"..." He opened his mouth and wanted to call a teacher, but he couldn't call it. He wanted to call Chu Yuning, but he couldn't make a sound. He was hesitant and hoarse, "You..."
The throat is thirsty like a fire, and the ink burns hard to swallow the saliva, slightly slowing down the consciousness. Everything is swept in front of the eyes yesterday. In this life, Chu Ning has never been different, and will never be born again.
Then why did he say at this moment, the sentence before the death of the previous life, "I am thin you."
Isn't this sentence originally a sin of the late Qing Dynasty to save Xuemeng, in order to keep the monks who are false and false, to be forced to say something to him?
He has never believed, and he has never been willing to believe that Chu Ning will really admit his mistakes and speak soft words to himself. Anyway, Chu Yuening must be cheating on himself and must not like himself. Anyway, this master has always looked down on him, and he has never really been to him.
Yanshi, he does not regret it at all.
not at all......
Don't let your face burn, and slowly close your eyes.
He didn't want to stay here for a while, and Chu Ning was born and died, and had something to do with him!
He turned and wanted to go.
I want to go.
But how can you not move your footsteps.
I am thin you.
The cold-blooded face of the blood in the memory, in the end, seems to be somewhat gentle. On the edge of the Kunlun Tianchi, the man was in the pool of blood, slowly raised his hand, and his fingertips had his own forehead. The finger was already cold, but there was some temperature in the phoenix. But at the time, the ink burned that he should have read it wrong.
Nothing to complain about.
Chu night Ning whispered, blood and tears slowly squat down the eyelids.
"Ink burning..."
The man on the couch whispered in his dream, and the slight two sounds made the person being called trembled. When he returned to his own eyes, the ink burned and stood by the bed, holding the bed wall with one hand, leaning over and staring at the pale face of Chu.
The thin, watery lips, slightly open and close, are again in the ear.
"Ink burning..."
At the same time, the ink burns and locks the long eyebrows, and the fingertips snap into the hard and cold pear plate, which seems to be pressing hard. In the end, I still couldn't help it, hoarsely said: "Chu night, are you really sincere?"
"What are you talking about, are you really..."
The chest seems to be hurting and bursting. Since Chu will never be born again, then he will say this now, only because he feels that he is not thick and hearty from this time.
Is it true?
Chu night Ning is a nightmare, naturally he will not answer him, but the ink burns still wants to wait for an answer.
"..."
After waiting for a long while with his eyes closed, there was still no movement, and the ink sighed and sighed, and some unwillingly lifted the curtain.
But I was caught off guard, and I was on the top of a pair of smoke and rain.
Half a mile and a half, will wake up.
Chu nightning did not know when to open his eyes, but from his expression he could see that his consciousness was not clear, but he was temporarily awake in the torment, and the eyes of the night were still empty and empty. Chitose.
On the evening of the night, Yu Heng is always as sharp as a thunder, and there are few times when it is so bleak.
Less to the usual edge, the person lying there is so beautiful, the end of the eye is smashed, dyed with some thin red, so he looked at him undefended.
The heart trembled a bit, and the smoldering felt that the throat was a little tight, whispering: "You..."
This kind of scene is too much like the past life and his love. The smoldering thoughts are shaking. For a time, I seem to feel that I am still in the Wushan Temple. Chu Xiening is his prisoner. It is his imprisoned male pet. Thinking, I couldn't help but dry my mouth and my breathing gradually became heavy.
I can not......
I do not like him.
Don't touch him anymore.
The embarrassment of the past has passed. This world is just a mentor.
The ink burned like this, holding the bed board with one hand, looking down at the late night of Chu, and forbearing it. The long hair that he bundled into a ponytail hangs down his shoulders, and the end is on the other side of the pillow.
Chu night Ninghe was lying down, long hair scattered, and his expression was still numb at first. After a while, his eyes gradually reflected the reflection of the ink burning. Chu night Ning slightly stunned, and then it seems that the nightmare has not disappeared. I don't know what time this evening. He slowly reached out and stopped in the air for a moment, and finally touched the burning eyebrows.
"I am thin you..."
When he said this, as in previous life, it was rare to be gentle.
The ink burned only a bang, and there was something in my mind that suddenly collapsed.
The heart surged and the mind was hot. The gods that he couldn't easily recall fell apart. Nothing could be thought of. The familiar desire had made him lean over and pressed on the night, and kissed the lips that were slightly open. The hand trembled and uncontrollably tore his clothes. In an instant, the past is like a sea of waves, everything around it seems to be melting snow. It seems that in the Wushan Temple where the soft red is a thousand feet, the dragon and the phoenix are red and the candle is shining. This person is struggling with roar under him, breathing and being humiliated.
"Well......"
The hot and humid glue, the suffocating scent of Chu Yuning makes the ink burn more and more crazy. What doesn't like it, what hate it, what doesn't touch him anymore, it's all broken.
The smoldering only felt that he had not died, and the body that was slightly trembling under him was still his.
I want to kiss him, I want to hold him, I want to tear it through him, let this unattainable, cold and celestial person whimper under him and ask for mercy, and he will go to the climax.
"Chu Ning..." he murmured hoarsely.
The thrill of the topping has washed away the soul, and even the fingertips are hot.
Retaining the slightly cool and soft lips again, the bitterness of the medicinal juice is still between the teeth, but it makes him feel like a drum and a heart. He is too familiar with this person. After reborn, because of resentment, I have been reluctant to go to be intimate with him. But when he kissed him, only the ink burned himself to know that it was such a kind of ecstasy and comfortable, as if the deserted traveler would taste the nectar, like the cold night, wrapped in the fire pond. Hot clothes.
Originally thought to be alive, I should be cut off from him.
Unexpectedly, after all, it is still difficult to control himself. He was so stunned that he could not hold it, so he kissed him without permission.
If it wasn't for a long time, the clothes of Chu's body would not tear open, and something that suddenly fell out of the clothes hangs into the ink. Maybe his mind is faint, and he will directly ask his own master. Not known.
"When it is!"
The metal that burned the finger and the metal that fell on the pillow rolled twice, and stopped in the same place.
The ink burned on the head, and I didn't care about this little injury. I only glared at the thing with anger and continued to go back to the hard clothes of Chu Ning. If you don't hold it, it's okay, and the feeling of the last life is back. Just recalling the slender and tight touch on the waist of the night, he has a kind of excitement.
But the night of the velvet white clothes on the body of Chu, like the curse, even if it was pulled for a long time, it could not be opened!
The ink slammed into the bed and got out of the bed. He got up and went to take the blade and cut the three waistbands.
When I sat up, Yu Guang swept the metal object that fell next to it. At the beginning of the smoldering, I didn't care, but suddenly there was a glimmer of clearness in my mind.
He glanced and jerked back to see the thing.
It was a radiant golden blue butterfly hairpin. When he was at the peach blossom source, he spent a few days buying feathers for Xia Shi.
At that time, he personally buckled the hairpin to the top of the ponytail bundle of Xia Shi, and the younger brother who was unhappy, said: "Children will use gold and red, you see, how lively."
The ink burned the hairpin and only felt that the pocket was splashed with cold water. The whole person was shocked.
No... What is the situation?
What did he give to Xia Shi, how could it appear in the night of Ning Huai?!
Could it be that......
A terrible thought gradually emerged in the ink-burning brain. He slowly turned his head back, and the gaze of lust/desire fell to the body of Chu, and the master was already faint, and his ink stared at his face. The lips that were kissed by myself were a little red, and my heart skipped a few beats.
Impossible, never possible.
He felt that he was going crazy...
Didn't Chu latenight lie to him?
Is it not, ... Xia Shi reverse - really is the son of Chu nightning?
This conjecture made the ink chilling, only to feel that his scalp had to be blasted!
The author has something to say: feeding the fish: (lifting hands) can not be all-base? I protest.
Chu Xiaoning: The protest is invalid, let your dreams go.
Xue Meng: The protest is invalid, let your dreams go.
Meat Pack: The protest is invalid, let your dreams go.
Jinjiang Auditor: The protest is invalid, let's go to your dreams.
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