BXBX NOVEL Chapter 111: Master is like a knife like water
Chapter 111: Master is like a knife like water
There is only one entrance to the Four Ghost Palace, and there are guards outside. Ink burning naturally will not be stupid to go to the main entrance, he plundered the beam, and worried that the light of the sacred light would attract unnecessary attention, so the lights were hidden in the sacs of the shackles, flying over the top of the criss-cross roof tiles The figure is as fast as a black lightning.
This palace looks very grand from the outside, and it is a corridor of the courtyard, overlapping. The ink burned and flew to the top of a tower, gently squatting down, blending with the ochre bricks. He looked up and looked down. The whole palace was like a small town, but it was hard to see.
In the burning heart, there is infinite anxiety.
He finally knows why the former man refused to tell his master the place to go, and he was afraid to offend the ghost king. But at this moment, although he knows that Chu is rather in this palace, he still has nothing to do -
There are no more than one thousand and nine hundred in the palace here. Where is the night of Nanjing?
He seems to be a person who is about to find a treasure, and his heart and hands are more tremble than the first time.
Master respect...
where are you?
Thinking about it, I suddenly saw a group of people carrying a red wind lamp at the corner, kicking and kicking. They are all dressed in golden armor and boots. One of them took a trip from the East Gate to the main trail, and after a bend and a turn, he came to a room that was not eye-catching.
There was a towering old man in the partial chamber, which just covered the sight of the ink burning. He could only see half of the courtyard, and half of it was hidden behind the prosperous foliage.
The sinister soldiers entered the inside, first came a table and chairs ping pong, screaming and drinking, messing up. Suddenly, a screaming screaming through the sky, a woman with a sloppy head was thrown into the yard, her robes were half-open, and most of them fell in the rough push of the sinister, revealing the snowy skin.
"Let you escape! I let you **** escape!"
The whip is sucked on the woman. It should be the torture tool of the ghost world. Even the ghosts will be so painful that they will die and die.
The woman crawled on the ground and shook. She seemed to want to run, but there were officers and soldiers everywhere. She had no place to go.
"Smelly girl, into the four royal palaces, you still want to go out?"
"I am clear when I am alive! I am not guilty! Why are you doing this to me!" The woman screamed. "Let me go out, I am going to reincarnation, I don\'t want to stay here!!"
It was another whip, and she screamed again and again.
"Serving the four kings can avoid suffering from reincarnation! You can really shame your face!"
"He didn\'t miss me! Why can\'t I go? I-----"
Another whip greeted her face, and the woman burst into tears, but she still wanted to climb outside.
Her beastly sleep seems to be more pleasing to the sinister soldiers of the four kings, and the men are laughing. The "tributes" in the indoors were smashed one after another.
The sinister soldier who led the head: "The hard work of all of you is the same. The four kings in this yard are all left and left. I know that you are uncomfortable on weekdays, picking up some favorite ones to play with. I want to have a special favorite, come to me. Register here and bring back to your home."
The **** ghosts under the four kings screamed and smiled arrogantly, picking up the very beautiful things in the room. The woman outside was naturally not spared. She was surrounded by several people under the tree. The hungry wolf generally rushed to her, as if she wanted to chew her soul.
There was a wave of breathing in the room, some people were crying, some were calling, and some were begging for mercy.
Some people really can\'t stand the torture like this. If they want to be free, they will open up the soul to go to the music and welcome it. The ugliness of all beings, whether in **** or in the world, is the same.
The ink burned lightly from the tower, and dive to the roof of the temple through the night. His heart said, according to the old man\'s statement, Chu night Ning just came, should not have been chosen by the ghost king, and will not be here, but still a little worried, then open a small half of the tile, quietly looking down.
The desires in the house are steaming Xia Wei, and there is a mess in the image. He sees a person\'s face.
Rong Jiu.
He was quite fond of the past life, but he counted him through his favor, and he wanted to take the little sister he had cultivated.
He is the most intelligent, and knows how to die.
Many people in this house are struggling and are unwilling to get along. Some dead people are in the confusion of chaos, and the mouth also calls the name of Yang Shi’s own lover, while others are taking care of the famous festival and constantly resent. But Rong Ji is different. The ink burns this person clearly. He loves money and loves life. Of course, he can live without love after he dies, but he also cherishes his own soul and does not want to be abused again.
On the messy and spacious bed, the unsuccessful "tributes" around him were almost screaming, struggling, but he stared at him, letting the man gallop, the soft call in the mouth and the cat were generally soft.
The ink burned his face full of spring tide, and he couldn\'t help himself from the bottom of his heart.
He thought of the late night of Chu.
Rong Jiu is around the finger, and the night is rather a hundred steel.
At first glance, as if the black iron is generally chilly, no one can destroy him. However, under such circumstances, Rong Jiu will be pleased, will meet, will be willing to lean down and use his softness to build an indestructible battle for himself.
Can Chu be late?
I don’t have to think about it, I can know what the person will be, I would rather be a ghost, and would rather fall into the 18th floor of hell. Who can move him?
The running water never breaks, only the steel knife is folded.
"boom!"
The end is a shock, so that people in the house and people on the roof are in vain.
The ink burned his face and looked white.
The raging woman was stabbed in the chest by the sinister, her soul gradually became transparent, and tears flowed down her eyes.
Then, the need to smear.
Suddenly scattered into a little dust.
The soul flies.
The sinister cursed who ruined her soul stood up and had a whip mark on his face. He thought that the woman had just taken his town\'s soul whip and took it on him. The insidious soldier said: "It’s really his mother’s, suffocating! I’ve done ghosts, I still can’t think of it, oh! Smelly old ladies!”
The ink burns like an ice cave.
He felt that he was not the woman who had never met before. He seemed to see the choice that Chu will rather make.
Rong Jiu is still bumping down with the **** ghosts. This is the unique life of his survival.
The tributes in the house gradually began to succumb, and the scent of the smog was so tight that the throat was tight and he was vomiting.
I don\'t know how long it took, a slap in the face of a big show.
Rong Jiuguo really taught people to reluctantly. When officers and men put on their clothes, they went to the head to register. When the four kings passed their eyes, they could take people back to their homes.
These people are the ghosts of the four kings. They are not in the reincarnation. It is better to follow them than the four kings, but they are always a place to avoid humiliation and to live comfortably.
Rong Jiu is very lame for this.
The sinister who was going to take him back and laughed at him again. It was not early, but he had to change his post, so he left. The demon in the line gradually went far, and the hall was clear and messy. It was like a feast, and the residual wine and human feelings were spilled on the ground, slowly and coolly.
He sat up lazily, being a man, but it was the most calm of these people.
After finishing the dressing, I looked at the bronze mirror and felt that my face was stunned after death. It was not as white as alive, not lining his eyebrows.
So Rong Ji ignored those women who were sobbing, in a daze, and shivering, and he happily put together the dress, put on the silk, and went to the yard.
In the hell, the rouge is also opened, even more brilliant than the mortal. He folded a string of fine fingertips with a flower juice, smudged at the tip of his lips, and wiped it off.
Everyone cares about something different. He is hard to come when he is born. In his opinion, the so-called friendship is something that can only be pursued by the expensive people who are full of food. He is the kind of dirty soil in the earth. He can\'t care what kind of ritual and shame. He only has his own life in his arms. If his life is gone, he will take his own soul.
Suddenly there was a slight squeak behind him, and it seemed that someone had encountered the mosaic.
He thought that he was going to return with the official who was happy with him, so he donated the spring love in his eyes, and it was all expensive. Only spring did not want money.
He suddenly looked back, and the end is the genius of the wind, the male and female.
Just when you know the people standing in the cold of the flowers, Rong Jiu suddenly stepped back, the scorpion is big, the lips are light, and it seems to have been thundered.
"It\'s you?!"
"It\'s me."
Rong Jiu, a soft face, changed his attitude, surprised, hesitant, gloating, angry, jealous, pretentious relaxation.
Finally set in a cold and cold look.
He is used to smiling people, the kind of arrogance that is too arrogant, wearing on his face is too heavy, he does not want to be too out.
"How did the ink son come?" The last time they met was very unpleasant. Rongji stood up straight and looked very indifferent.
Ink burning: "Looking for people."
Rong Ji seems to have snorted: "I can\'t think of the likes of Mo Gongzi. I can\'t put it in the ghost world."
Mo-burn does not want to talk too much to him, take out the picture and hand it to Rong Jiu: "Have you seen him?"
Rong Jiuyan looked at Mei Xing, glanced at him, and sneered: "But it’s so beautiful, who is the nephew?"
The ink burned and frowned: "Whatever you don\'t want, you said you have seen him."
"No." Rong Ji faintly said, "I don\'t want to tell you."
"..."
"I am lacking, go back to rest. Where does the ink son go to go, don\'t send it."
The ink burned and shouted at him: "Rong Jiu!"
The slender figure was paused, and I was half-faced with a flattering face, with some pride: "What?"
"I want to save him. If you want, I will save you. There is no way, you can\'t really mix with those sinisters." Mo burned, "Go back early."
Rong Ji has missed more than half of his face, and he said: "There is no way to say that there is no way in this place. Which one has a way? Rong Ji’s life is hard, and the world is twenty years old. I feel no different from here. , but the difference between being a guest and being a ghost, and not having a reincarnation, what is the difference?"
"...you are here at the tip of the knife."
Rong Jiu really laughed this time. He smiled and looked back, and looked at the ink: "When I am not at the tip of the knife to discuss the day? People are slashing me for the fish, meet some good people, can enjoy more silver. If you meet the ink son \'Great people\', money is not a small matter, rolled up some soft and ran, and turned around and didn\'t know me. Mo Gongzi, you first stabbed me, then turned back and advised me to be careful about the knife, you are really kind."
The author has something to say: Today\'s bib has a cute little "dogs play big white cat" illustration ~ knocking Meng, a face of blood!
There is also a frosty sword, a sword, a meat bag (...), a little cute "dogs want to kiss the mother", I see crying... grip the day, I feel that I am being patched, the following content is not written by me, is frost Written in a sword and a meat package! ! The text on the illustrations I am going to play again here~ for the inconvenient to go to the small partner service on the bib -
"Mother, mother-in-law! Ah-burn today ate a lot of pastries that I couldn\'t eat before! Super happy!!
I also worshipped a master! He looks so beautiful! There are two brothers~ Oh, no, one of them is not, it is a cousin!
A little boring! But Ah Burn will get along with him!
Mother-in-law...
A burning wants you to eat pastries that you can\'t usually eat.
I want you to see the beauty of the Master.
I want you to burn.
Ah Burning wants to be with her mother (love)"
——Cream a sword and a meat package
QAQ Mom, God fills the knife, is losing.
When he was young, the dog was determined to be a person who did not hate and hated the world, but this person, and finally became the devil of the **** sin. If the dog\'s mother-in-law has not reincarnation, the spring knows that it is very sad.
And yesterday\'s update looks pitiful, but it\'s not too pitiful, because it is actually the best period of the dog\'s first fifteen years.
He said when he first remembered, at that time, at least there were mothers.
Later, the mother was gone.
In fact, I hope that I don’t want to distinguish between right and wrong, to argue against good and evil, and to change from good to sinister. Some people will climb back to **** from hell. A person will have his cuteness, hatefulness, pity, and awkwardness. Only then can there be flesh and blood, a world will be missed, there will be repentance, there will be injustice, there will be justice, and it will become complete. .
If a story is full of good people, all three colors, no feelings hesitate, characters confrontation, morality, all the way to sing (cough) leather spring breeze blowing, the world people can be happy, do not pick up the night is not closed, I After spending a year on the roadside for five cents, it is better to turn on the TV at 7:30, and watch the 18,000-sequence series "News Network" on time, so that you are satisfied...