Since that day, there has been a wonder in Meng Potang.

There has never been a "Yuheng elders seat" where idlers dare to sit, and there is a little rain.

The disciples who are visiting can always see the smoldering and the dinner of Chu and Ning, and the two people sit face to face, and the smoldering will always put some dishes into the dishes of his master.

"Hey, look, the ink brother gave the elders a piece of burdock, wow so big, I gamble that the elders of Yuheng will not eat."

Not far away, a group of disciples whispered and lowered their voices to place bets.

"I also gamble will not eat, Yuheng elders do not seem to love beef."

"Then I bet he will eat it. After all, he accepted the few pigeon eggs in front."

The group of people sneaked at the side, they held their breath and saw Chu nightning frowning, chopsticks pointed at the piece of beef, sinking his face and ink burning said something.

The distance is farther away, they can't hear clearly, but the ink burns seems to say two more words, and Chu's face is even worse.

The disciples who were not willing to eat in the evening, they would like to be happy, they looked too fascinated, and the spoons of the soup were almost sent to the nostrils.

"Look, the elders don't eat, he doesn't eat!"

"Don't yell at me with your elbows, whisper, if you are heard by the elders of Yuheng, you must make a bet, you have to peel off your skin!"

"Oh, I don't care, these twenty silver leaves are mine~"

The disciple said, he wanted to go to the silver leaf of the chip on the dinner table. When he had not touched it, he heard the person next to him lower his voice. He shouted nervously: "Wait, the outcome is not fixed. The elders moved the chopsticks again!"

"What?"

Looking at it again, it was true that Chu Ning had picked up the burdock. The gambler’s eyes looked at him and felt that his heart had been pinched up by the pair of white jade, and he couldn’t get up and it hurt.

"If you want to eat it, you have to eat it.... Twenty silver leaves, twenty silver leaves, twenty silver leaves..." The singer who sang the night will eat the burdock, and keep shaking his legs nervously. Suddenly his eyes were stagnation, and the whole person seemed to freeze. "Ah!!"

The elders of Yu Heng, even thrown the beef that had been pinched, and returned it to the burning bowl!

"........."

"Ha ha ha ha, win, win!"

"I said that the elders must not eat, come, the leaves are all for me."

The disciples who lost the bet sighed and sighed, suddenly slammed into the table, staring blankly at the head, staring at the direction of Chu’s late night.

I am wrong with the elders, I should not take your bet, I lost even the money to buy Lingshi this month!

Suddenly complaining about himself, suddenly, he saw the burning of his elbows moving, the tall body leaned forward, and he said a few words with Chu, and then the fierce disciple saw their ink brothers and brothers. I picked up the burdock, and even with some vegetables, I handed it to Chu’s lips again.

......

? ? ?

This disciple was stunned - this is the intention to feed the elders directly! ?

Apparently, Chu Ning was also very unaccustomed. He unceremoniously took a chopstick and knocked on the chopsticks, and he said two words seriously.

That type is too good to understand:

lay down!

The ink burned and laughed at the chopsticks, vegetables and beef were put back, but not in their own bowls, but in the teacher's bowl, Chu night, no way, sighed, in more than ten chickens he did not notice In the eyes of the thief, they ate the vegetables in silence.

"..."

This table of gamblers has already seen stupidity. The disciples who thought they had won the battle were all stunned, and the silver leaves in their hands slipped.

However, the buddy who was languid immediately bounced up and resurrected with blood. His eyes were full of brilliance and eagerly said: "Ha ha ha, turn defeat into victory! Rebel is victory! Master brother, younger brother, can’t help, these leaves are still Got it to me, hahahaha, made a hair, and gambled tomorrow, haha, gamble tomorrow!"

There were two masters and apprentices who were unaware of it. The ink burned the chopsticks and slowly licked the rice in the bowl while watching Chu Xiaoning bow down and eat the burdock.

There was some heat in Meng Po Tang. The left arm sleeves were rolled to the elbows, showing a strong and slender arm. The muscles of the arms swayed and undulating under the honey skin. He took a bowl of soup and specially watched the night and never noticed. Add a few ribs in the bowl, the meat is at the bottom of the soup, it is not easy to see.

"Master, drink the soup, drive the cold."

"broth?"

The ink burned and blinked: "It seems to be, I didn't pay attention when I hit it, I forgot."

Chu night Ning looked at the noodle soup, floating a piece of oily cabbage leaves, smashing it up is delicious, so there is no push, take a spoonful.

"Well, drink?"

"not bad."

"Then don't waste it." The ink burned and laughed. "Let's drink more."

Chu night Ning faintly glanced at him: "Do you dare to say me? Don't play so many dishes after eating, you can't eat it, you have to share it for you."

"Haha, okay, then I will play less next time."

Seeing the late night of Chu, I nodded, and I won the soup bowl. The soup was a bit hot. He blew the noodle soup, and the heat was scattered, reflecting his resolute face was soft.

Hot soup is a very wonderful food. It is just a bowl of boiled water. It puts some meat and vegetables, but it can warm the whole person from the stomach to the heart, and drink soup with the favorite people. The feeling of satisfaction is like throwing a small stone in the water, and the layers of the lake are spread out and shining.

In the quiet of this life, the ink burned involuntarily.

The original years are leisurely, and I drink it in the mouth, just the taste of a bowl of soup.

For this bowl of soup, he used to grind his blood, kill people like numbness, and also for this bowl of soup, now he is remorseful and painful.

He holds the soup bowl and drinks it very quickly.

The inner uneasiness is also good for the uncertainty of the future, remorse and jealousy. At this moment, he is not willing to think too much. His good days are too few, so that he needs to **** it day and night.. He didn't want to taste slowly, and he was very envious of Xue Meng. Because he was born rich, he was always calm.

The ink can't be calm, he has so few things, so that he always screams and screams, and the things he snatches are afraid of being robbed, so he can only eat it immediately, he is almost in this respect. Retaining the original animal nature, I feel that only by eating the food into the stomach and hiding it in the stomach can he be assured that he really has this thing and no one can take it away.

When he was young, he and other children rushed to eat.

In the last life, he and the public Xianjun grabbed a world.

In this life, he only wants to grab this bowl of soup.

He knew that he had done a lot of evil things, fearing that his fate would be liquidated with him one day, so he only wanted to **** him a little bit of poor happiness, and then he took the road and ran away, leaving his destiny far behind.

And after all those who committed felony, Pan Ran repented to want to repeat the same, although the ink has been laughing, but his heart is still uneasy. He knows that "good and evil always report" is not a false statement. When it is getting cold and cold, he always feels that the peace in front of him is very fake. Just like a mirage, like a mirror, he will eventually wake up and return to the empty one. Wushan Temple, back to hell.

Therefore, he wants to grab a few more mouthfuls before the soup is cold.

In this case, if one day, he is really evil and bad news, spurned by the world, judged by fate, and once again pushed into the abyss of the cold pool, he can also go alone with this breath.

"What are you thinking?" Chu night asked him.

"Ah." The ink burned back to God, gently responded, and then smiled. "Nothing, I like to be in a daze when I am full."

Chu nighting looked at his empty bowl: "Drinked?"

"Ok."

“Do you seem to like today's pork ribs soup?”

"haha, yes."

Chu Xiaoning took his bowl and said, "I will add a little more to you."

He quickly went back and returned, and he ended up with a large bowl of broth, some hot, and after putting the bowl down, Chu Ning took his fingertips and rubbed his eartips, warming his ears and lowering the temperature of his fingers.

He sat down again and said, "Drink."

"A good bowl."

"You drink a little slower." Chu said, "I don't have enough, no one will grab you."

The ink burned by this simplest sentence, he took the soup bowl, the dark eyes fell, with a shallow nasal sound, smiled and said: "Good."

Chu night Ning did not know, in fact, at that moment, the ink burned the greatest efforts of his life, did not hold the bowl full of soup, listening to the sound "not enough, no one will grab you", fell into tears Come.

After Zhou Ning went for five years, he suffered and blamed himself for five years.

Five years later, his master told him to come slowly.

The burning heart suddenly hurts and hurts. The more he gets closer to the night, the more he feels sad. In fact, if many things are not taken care of, they can't see the affection behind them, but he now looks at it with his heart, and he sees that he is so tolerant to him, so warm and good, so good.

He has ruined such people in his life.

How can you be able to grow up with you in this life?

His heart is shaking, he is struggling with pain, and he feels that he is not worthy. He feels that he should be far away from the night, and feel that where he came from, he still has a face to smile at Chu, and is good for Chu? brazen!

However, on the other hand, he is not eagerly eagerly--is it just like this, can it be like this, they are still very long in this life, let him redeem the sins that have been committed little by little, okay?

——

I am guilty and return from the corpse.

I used the hand of the previous life to be full of blood, and I took the mellow and warm soup of this life.

I hope that the rest of my life will not be able to afford it. After death, I will go to Purgatory. I just hope that you will be willing to hold it.

"Master."

I don't know when, Xue Meng is here.

The ink burned back to God. In fact, after he died in the night, he was almost guilty and uneasy all day and night. Soaking in such emotions for a long time, the whole person would look heavy, for others. It's not a good thing, so he's been trying to adjust his mood all the time, and it's been a little better in the last year.

But there are occasional one or two points in life, and he will still touch him. He will still fall into entanglement and self-abandonment because of one sentence and one thing.

He looked up and looked at Xue Meng, his face was gloomy, and Xue Meng was shocked.

"Oh, what are you doing with the dog? This kind of look at me? I owe you money?"

The ink burned and knew that I had just traveled with emotions. When I couldn’t get it back, I smiled and said, "I have a bit of food. Do you have something to look for?" You said, I went out to breathe."

"Don't, don't go, you are sitting, this thing is related to you."

"Follow me? What?"

The look on Xue Meng’s face is subtle: “If you say it, don’t lose it...”

Chu night Ning said: "Well, Xue Meng, just say it."

"Oh, oh." Xue Meng, who had wanted to sell Guanzi, listened to the teacher and immediately said, "This is the case. Just received the invitation, Song Qiutong wants to be a relative."

The smoldering of the ink burned, and there was no blood in his face.

But this shudder is not due to Song Qiutong, but Xue Meng - this life is very clear that Song Qiutong is a good thing, so hate can not walk around her, he and her now than Qingshui pay off, gossip can not beat.

Xue Meng...

Why does Xue Meng think that Song Qiutong will become a pro, will he be lost?

The whole heart of the ink burned tightly. He almost instantly thought of the false hook that had been smashed in the past, and the black hand that had never surfaced and was deeply hidden.

That person is also very likely to be born again. If this is the case, then the person will clearly understand the past of the burning of the ink, and know the sins of the past!

The ink burned white face, strong calm, and looked at Xue Meng quietly: "How come about me?"

"Isn't you unclear?" Xue Meng looked a little weird and said, "Today, the Confucian style door is to send a wedding post, the Miss Song, who also specially asked someone to send you a letter. You have to meet with her. What did she write to you? Ink burning, not when I said you, when did you get rid of her?"

"........." The burning of the heart is difficult, such as the thorn in the back, half a sigh, "write it to me? It will not be wrong..."

"Can't be wrong."

Xue Meng said, he took out an envelope from the placket and photographed it on the table in front of the smoldering: "The black and white words, written by Moxianjun, Kaiqiu, can you still be wrong?"

The ink glanced at the envelope, his heart was like a drum, and there were countless thoughts in his mind.

It is Song Qiutong's handwriting is correct, but why is this life and Song Qiu Tong Ping water meet, she will make a letter to herself before the big wedding?

Xue Meng’s arms are very unhappy: “Do you want to go back to the private demolition, or are you here to take a look at us?”

"..."

The ink burned side over the head, see Chu night Ning is also looking at himself, the sword eyebrows slightly squatting.

"Demolition?" Xue was mad, but he was the most incompetent to engage in the acts of men and women, and some were aggressive.

If this is the case, it’s escaping...

The ink burned only felt violent, and the fingertips that stretched out were all cool. He did not make a sound, took the letter and silently, and broke it.

The author has something to say: today has a bib

"Do not dog bliss" wife's dog cos master, that is, during the five years of the retreat of the teacher, the dog wears white clothes, and the younger brother of Nangong is a master, and the part that screams is hit. Cute, especially looking back and pointing fingers, today is also super like a master, really crazy crying ~ but I am simply poisonous, I used to have the picture in the album, and then the goldfish head has been forgotten to send out, today turned over the album suddenly remembered, the whole People have been given to Reggio by themselves, and they have given up their wives! QAQ

"Not a koi is the king of squid", my name begins to be a daily superstition. Hahahaha, the master and the dog, the teacher looks really very pure and dignified, and wants to give him the most beautiful jellyfish in the world~ The dog boy juvenile version of fried chicken handsome, as a Yan dog, I was stunned by the Yan value burst table dog powder, hey, crab crab wife ~

Mrs. "Mumu"'s dog's head, the juvenile version of the dog, his face value can make me forgive his stupid hahahaha, can't help but download it, when I change the WeChat head with 23333, like the dog's look, There is really a clean and pure sense of juvenile, which is completely different from the later zero-snake snake disease. Seeing his slight hairiness wants to reach out and rub his hair, hahaha~ crab crab lady~

"li-ruido" wife's single master, I feel very happy~ every time I see the single-person front view of the master, I will think of the ghost dog looking for the story of the master, and then I can't help but replace it. Thinking, ah, the dog can take the drawing to find the teacher, oh~ Master is also arrogant today~ haha~ Crabs and crabs~

Ink burning: Master, drink soup.

Ink burning: Master, eat meat.

Ink burning: Master, eat fish.

Ink burning: Master, eat snacks.

Ink burning: Master, drink.

Four ghost kings: What is the difference between the protagonist and the supporting role? It’s because I’m fat when I eat it, and he’s not fat enough to eat!

Ink burning: No, you are fat because you are an orange cat, and there is not much connection with the protagonist and supporting role.

Xue Meng: And four fat, you are not a supporting role, you are just a dragon set O (∩ _ ∩) O