The two came to a sea cliff on Feihua Island, where the rocks were smashing, and the bottom was the rough sea. The waves crashed into the rocks and they were shattered into tens of thousands of snow. There was nothing around them, only the rest of the sea, a new round. month.

The ink burned the sword that was bound to him, and then turned to ask Chu Yuning: "Why doesn't the Master respect the sword?"

"Not not." Chu Yuning said, "I am not good at it."

“How is it not good at law?”

Chu Xiuning waved his sleeves and looked a little more proud, but his ears were red: "I can only fly not far from the ground."

There is some surprise in the ink burning. The sword is one inch away from the ground and one hundred meters away from the ground. The spiritual power consumed is the same. Since Chu nightning can fly not far from the ground, it is unreasonable not to rise to the sky. Go, then say: "Master, you give it a try, I will see."

"..." Chu nightning did not call the sword, but the face was ignorant. "I don't want to be a sword on weekdays. I feel that the weapon needs to be respected after all, and it is not appropriate to step on it."

"?"

I don't know why he suddenly explained it, but the ink burned and nodded.

"The teacher said it was good....but...we can't lie on the sword, or hang on the sword and fly."

Chu nightning was a slogan, but when he looked up, he saw the man in the moonlight. The man smiled and glared at himself. He couldn’t help but hate and said: "On weekdays, if there is an urgent matter, I will fly with the ascension of the Dragon."

The ink burned slightly: "That little dragon?"

"It can get bigger." Chu night Ning Road, seems to have recovered a little face, but soon a little embarrassed, "But when the Confucian door changed the fire, it was completely useless. It was afraid of fire. ”

The smoldering stunned: "So the master must learn the sword, think -"

"in case for need."

The ink burned and snorted, and there was a thick smoke in the air, and the fire was raging, killing a lot of life. At that time, Chu night was standing on his own sword, watching the mortals below being swallowed by the fire, and the clusters were burned to ash, and even the broken bones would not be left, but the sacred fairy could not do anything. I can't use the sword to carry any one person. What kind of mood would it be when I was late at night?

It is no wonder that this person who prefers to take a horse-drawn carriage and is too lazy to be a sword will suddenly make such a request with his apprentice.

"I know, Master does not have to worry, I must teach you well."

Listening to him, Chu Ning did not say anything, but he didn’t know what he was thinking, but he finally sighed and said: "Waisha, call."

A golden light suddenly condensed, and the ink burned in this quiet and serene sea and moonlight, once again saw the martial arts that appeared in the past life and his life and death confrontation.

Chu nightning's blade of killing -

Huaisha.

It is a long sword that looks very late at night. I am afraid that there is no second person in this world. It is better suited to be the master of the sword than the late night. It is faintly decorated, and it is full of gold, because the golden light is too glaring, even pale. The light is constantly flowing, and it flows calmly from the sword, falling in the night, like a burning fireworks line, like a white sand falling down.

"This is Huaisha." Chu night Ning looked at it and said, "You haven't seen it, it's too heavy, I don't use it."

The ink burned in a complicated mood, and nodded a little, and said: "It is a good sword."

At night, the ink burned on the blade of his own sword, and the toes were slightly moved. The sword was slowly and steadily lifted up, several inches from the ground.

The ink burned back and said to Chu Yuening: "The teacher also tries."

Chu Evening also stood on Huaisha, and Huaisha also rose a few inches in a steady manner, carrying a circle around the night.

"Isn't this very good?" Mohburn said, "Try some more." He said, the sword had flew to a position of about five feet, and he bowed his head and smiled at Chu, "Come here."

"..."

Chu night Ning licked his lips and raised Huaisha to the position where he was flush with him.

Ink burning: "No problem, Master, are you not? We are again-"

He slammed his mouth, because he suddenly noticed that Chu Ningning was pale, the lines of the whole face were very tight, and a pair of falling eyelashes and trembling in the wind seemed to be trying to bear something.

The ink burned down and looked at it five feet away from the ground.

Looking up again, I was incredulously stunned by Chu.

There was a very ridiculous thought in his heart.

Master will not be a sword, it will not be because... afraid of high? ?

Ink burning: "..."

This is very embarrassing, and he also feels incredible. This is a very good person in the late Qing Dynasty. When the building is said to be on the top, it will be down, and the toes will be a little more than a few feet. How can such a person be afraid of heights? However, observing this person standing on the sword is indeed ugly, his eyes are free, even if he tries to press it, the eyebrows still reveal some thin and bleak.

Ink test: "Master?"

Chu Xiaoning’s reaction was a bit fierce. He suddenly looked up and the night wind smashed his broken hair, but he did not raise his hand to plunder, and a pair of hanging feathers flashed annoyed, screaming after the chaotic hair. Vigilant fireworks: "Well?"

"Cough... oh."

"Why are you laughing!!!"

"I am a scorpion, coughing."

The ink burned hard and laughed. He thought, didn't run. It turned out to be really high. It's no wonder that I just explained so much, I just want to leave some face for myself.

Since the masters have to keep their faces, the apprentices must of course be accompanied by the masters.

Ink burning: "The sword is indeed the harder it is going to go higher. I started from the beginning, but I can't go up to five feet. I have to practice more."

"You haven't been able to go before?"

"Ok."

For the first time, Yu Jian took off the drizzle of the air and gently nodded.

"There is no five feet, I don't dare to go to the ground, so probably... three feet? In short, Xue Meng can easily kick me down."

Chu Xinning’s heart was slightly fixed.

Yu Jian is afraid of this kind of thing, he has not been very embarrassed to say to anyone, but now it seems that there is nothing to be shameful.

"Master, you should try not to look down."

"Ok?"

"You look at me." The ink hangs over it, thinks about it, and drops it down again. "Don't worry about how much it has risen, just think about flying to the position that is flush with me."

Chu Xiaoning bit his teeth and rose a little. The narrow and smooth blade was stepping on the foot. The original and sturdy night wind at this time was also as cold as a snake. He broke into his clothes and screamed.

"Don't look down, don't look down." The ink couldn't stop and patiently repeated, and he reached over to him. "Come here, grab my hand."

Chu Xiaoning learned to concentrate seriously and said: "No, I can."

There is no more reluctance to burn him, and Chu’s temper is clear. When this person wants to come by himself, if it is not a big event, it is best to be by him.

A person who is used to the towering giant wood is not used to relying on people.

Stay with him and compare with him to make him comfortable and comfortable.

Although he really wants to turn Chu Ningning into a soft vine, he plunges into his rough torso and breaks him into his own blood. Like most men in the world, he always has some unrealistic and terrible possessiveness for those he loves.

This is nature and instinct.

The aggressiveness of the male instinct made him eager to lock up the late night, and endlessly lingering with himself and swallowing all his enthusiasm.

Desire that he is lying high on the hotbed all the time, Ruiniujin beast, fragrant and fragrant, will not be seen by his second person.

Longing for him to be his own body for a lifetime, the warm body will always wrap him.

He is eager for his bruises and kisses, and he will grow up into a beastly desire. He will use his most passionate and passionate love every night to fill his mouth and feed him.

However, love makes the ink burnt in the heart.

Love makes him want to respect Chu Xi Ning, want to watch him arrogant, light hoof fast horse, want to see him smashing the sword out of the red dust, shaking his sleeves and falling snow.

I want to condone him to grow arrogantly in the jungle, to be merciful to cast a shadow, to indulge his leafy, and to allow him to be wounded in the wind and rain.

Therefore, love instinctively puts a shackle on his instinct, puts a **** on his beast/destination, and lets him drop his eyes and press the burning breath to become a regular one.

Let him live in this life, he would rather lock his nature and pull out his teeth.

He was possessed by love and became selfish, and now he is forgiving because of love and becomes selfless.

So he will not be like the last life, trying to ban Chu Xi Ning, trying to change the Chu nightning.

This lateness is pure love, so that the former emperor is willing to surrender, willing to use his life, only to accompany the people who are late.

The sword climbed up a little bit. After reaching a certain height, even if the night would rather not look at the ground, the tip of the finger could not help but tremble slightly under the wide sleeve.

His scalp is numb.

The ink burned out his nervousness and said: "Don't be afraid, this is the same as light work."

"Not the same." Chu Xi Ning said, "Light work is by yourself, Yu Jian is..."

"The sword is also on its own."

"The sword is a sword!"

Ink burning: "..."

He has some understanding of why his teacher is first-class, but he is afraid of the sword. Chu nightning is never used to relying on anything. He always relies on himself, so he only depends on himself. He will feel the most peace of mind.

This perception makes the ink burning heart sour, I feel very distressed.

He said: "It doesn't matter, Master, you have to believe in Huaisha."

However, the night of Ning’s appearance is calm, but the anxiety and fluster in his eyes are hidden. The ink burns and sees his forehead oozing out sweat, and his feet are beginning to be unstable. His heart is not good, and he can’t go on like this. If Chu Xiaoning fell from the sword at this time, I am afraid that the shadow will be deeper.

Immediately said: "Let's go first."

Chu Yuening could not ask for it. The two fell to the ground. He slowed for a while and asked, "How high is it?"

When the ink burned more and reported more, he said, "Fifty feet."

Chu night Ning was really surprised, and widened his eyes: "So much?"

"Yeah." The ink burned. "The Master is so powerful. If you fly next time, five hundred feet will not be a problem."

"..."

When I heard five hundred feet, Chu nightning had some whitish faces that became more and more ugly. He waved his hand and did not scream, staring at the sofa.

Ink burned and thought, saying: "This way, Master, I will take you to fly a circle, then adapt to adapt."

"You don't have to take me, you haven't taken it."

"But before, Master did not look at the ground on the way to Yu Jian."

This made him say it. Every time he took someone else's sword, he always tried to look at the person's back, or some other point, trying to think that he was still on the ground.

The smoldering once again called his sabre, and made it a little wider. He stepped on it first, then turned his head and said to him, "Come, come up."

Chu nightning secretly bite his teeth, still plunging, and fluttering on the hilt.

Ink ignited: "Standing steady." A little bit of tiptoe, the sword got the order, and suddenly swung up and went straight into the sky. When Chu was late, he closed his eyes habitually, but when he heard the laughter burning in his ear, he suddenly woke up and began to look down.

This does not look okay. At first glance, the cold hairs of Chu’s body are all erected.

The ink burned this grandson and took him to the depths of the sky at a very fast speed. Feihua Island was left behind and became more and more distant. The ear was the whistling sound of the wind, the robes. They were all chilled by the cold at night, and there was no dependence on the sword in the foot. They flew over the sea. The blue and black water at night was like a giant beak that opened the black hole and swallowed the soul.

The cold eyelashes trembled in a finely smashed manner. Chu nightning had to close his eyes subconsciously, but he heard the ink burned behind him and said, "Don’t be afraid, there will be nothing."

"I... no fear." Chu nightning face white as paper.

The ink burned: "Well, don't be afraid if you are not afraid. If you feel cold or boring, you will tell me, I will take you back to the island."

Chu night Ning did not say anything, he knew that the ink was to leave a face for himself.

After all, a fairy who shivered on the sword was more powerful than a fairy who shivered on the sword.

When I saw that he couldn’t stand it, he refused to speak and died. He said: "I will make the sword bigger."

He raised his hand and extended the sword to five or six laps, enough for him to stand side by side with Chu.

"Master, in a few days, Linyi's robbery will also go out, we will go back to life, but those who bring it, what should I do?" He spoke, trying to relax Chu Lingning this tension Bowstring.

Chu night Ning is also really powerful, actually can still think, he said: "Bring to the middle."

"Ok?"

"First take it to the middle of the shackles. After the looting of the fire, it is a scorched earth, can not live."

Ink burning: "Good."

He looked at the pale face of Chu, and after a while, he really felt distressed and asked: "Will you go back?"

"hold on."

The ink burned and the sword was expanded a few more times. He let Chu Xiaoning sit down and sit and watch it better than standing. He opened the enchantment, and Chu Ning turned to ask him: "What are you doing?"

"It's just a colder enchantment." The burning eyes are very mild. "It's too high, it will be cold."

Chu Yuning also went by him.

The enchantment and its own line are very similar, even the brilliance between the film is also the jellyfish flower, but it is gold, ink is red.

With this layer of translucent enchantment, although I know that there is no effect except for the cold, I suddenly feel that there is more protection around, or perhaps the ocean that is seen through this enchantment is no longer black. In short, the body of Chu’s stretched body gradually relaxed, and the breathing gradually stopped.

The ink burned sitting beside him and smiled: "Master, you look over there."

"what?"

"Have you seen it?"

"..." Chu Yuning looked at him in the direction he pointed for for a long time, and said, "Nothing but the moon."

"It's the moon."

Chu night Ning gave a slight glimpse and said: "What is good to see? The same is true of the earth."

The ink burned: "This is the first time I sat down with the Master to enjoy the moon."

Chu nightning did not respond. After a while, when the ink burned that he would not say anything, he suddenly whispered: "I have not seen it together."

"……what?"

The ink burned some accidents and turned to look at him.

Yuehuadu is on the face of Ning Qingjun in the late Qing Dynasty. His skin is like the white petals in the cold night. The two eyelashes with deep shadows are under the eyes, and there seems to be more deep memories than the sea.

"It’s been too long, you should have forgotten it." Chu said, "Nothing."

I don’t know what to say when I’m burning. The years he lived are longer than the nights in front of him. Many of the past events are no longer so angular, so that the past is not always hidden in the past. In my heart.

He looked at the side of the night, and felt embarrassed, but he couldn't help but breed a sweet glimpse of it. He couldn't help but think of the kit and remembered what he was going to ask yesterday. Chu nightning kept their hair, and kept a lot of memories, why...

Choi Butterfly Town, Jin Chengchi...

When the sky cracked, it saved a life to save yourself.

why.

He didn't dare to speculate before, and felt that he was brave and brazen.

But these two days, the discovery of that inch is igniting the ambition of his wolf.

--why.

"Master."

"Ok?"

The blood in the chest is surging and it is very hot. He was very thirsty in his throat, and his eyes were very bright when he stared at Chu. He suddenly wanted to go over and kiss his face. He was very courageous to ask him if you were... I liked me.

Above the sword, between the heavens and the earth, gave the ink a vague illusion.

It seems that the two of them have nothing left in this world, and the past love, hate, and hatred have not happened. Everything is as quiet as the moonlight through the clouds.

He felt that the tender seedlings in the chest had finally become a big tree, and the rough ribs opened up the dead soil, turning out the deep suffocation in the depths of the earth.

When Chu, he saw that he had not made a sound for a long time, he turned back and asked him: "What happened?"

The ink burned without answering, he was dizzy, he was eager to possess him, hug him, kiss him.

He involuntarily leaned on the past.

Then, he suddenly realized that after the enchantment was opened, Chu Xiaoning was slightly slower, but he still had his white lips and his face was very poor. He held his arms in his arms, and his slender fingers shook his arms subconsciously, clutching the cold cloth.

When Chu Evening was afraid, he was not arresting others, but himself.

The ink burned a bit.

Then, the aggressive light of the fundus was extinguished, and it turned into a small piece of light, like a fishing fire.

very gentle.

Originally wanted to rashly kiss his lips, slightly picked up, with a soft and bitter smile.

Originally, I wanted to go to the Tang Dynasty to hug his hand and stop. After a while, I touched his cold hand.

"You..." Chu was rather surprised. The pale face was filled with a tinge of color, but he was low and dumb and alert. "What are you doing?"

He wanted to take his hand away, but the ink burned and he was not willing to let go. Chu Xiaoning only felt that his five fingers frozen into ice fell into a very warm big hand, from the palm to the fingertips, were wrapped tightly and fit together.

"Don't always rely on yourself." Ink said, "I am here, you can rely on me."

If you say that you can still be calm and calm, then after hearing this sentence, even if he is slow and hesitant, he will not be able to feel the affection.

Moreover, there is such a pair of dark eyes that have taken human life, solemn and solemn, gentle and gazing at him. Chu Xinning’s heartbeat was in a hurry and the torrential rain was lingering, and it was tapped between his souls.

He didn't dare to look at the burning eyes again, violently turned his face and lowered his head.

too hot.

How can it heat up like this?

He has always been proud and calm, but at this moment it seems to suddenly step into a territory that he does not know, the armor of his body has been stripped, and the sharp fingers have been cut. In the face of the sudden blitz of ink burning, Chu’s usual use of the demolition seems to be invalid.

The man opened his clam shell hotly, looking straight into the shivering flesh in the eyes. The pearls that contain light, and the sweet flesh, are all naked/naked in the eyes of men.

This arrogant and calm person, he lost his helmet and abandoned his armor, and suddenly felt anxious and helpless.

How to do……

What should he say?

he……

He realized that his hand was still held by the ink, and it fit tightly.

He didn't know what to do, he was anxious and nervous, his eyes were a little red, and he was trying to take his fingertips away.

But just moved a bit, it was caught by the ink.

The man's palm is sweating and moist.

"Don't take it."

"..."

His strength is so big, stubborn and stubborn, I don't know why, Chu night Ning suddenly felt that his words seemed to be sad.

Ink burned his eyes and stared at him for a long time, low and hoarse: "Chu night Ning..."

"...What do you call me?"

"...I am wrong."

Chu nightning's body is now stretched tighter than before. The heartbeat is faster than the early Yushi. He is not used to it, too unaccustomed.

He tried to pick up his own position and then broke into the abyss before making the last dying struggle.

He lowered his eyes and said, "Well, knowing that you are wrong, it is not without medicine..."

The ink burned very hot, and finally he did not think about it and blurted out: "Late."

save.

The last word, Chu Xiaoning has not had time to talk about it.

When I heard this soft voice with a sigh, the squeaking sound in his mind was blank.

This last word can no longer be said.

No medicine is saved.

No medicine is saved -

They hesitated for a long time outside the quagmire of eroticism, and finally couldn’t help but step into it and fall into it. From then on, they would enter the bones.

The smoldering voice was low and dumb, and he stared at him: "Late, in fact, these days, I have a word, I always want to ask you."

"..."

The heart was very hot, and the ink burned tightly against the hand of Chu Yuning. The fingers were shaking: "No, I won't ask you."

Chu night Ning was just a sigh of relief, but he heard the next sentence.

"I don't ask you anything, I just want to tell you."

The ink burns and cuts the iron, never looking back.

In one breath, I have exhausted all my courage.

"I like you."

The heart is shaking violently.

"I like you, not the apprentice's like to the teacher, is... I am daring, I... I like you."

Chu nightning closed his eyes, fingertips in the hot and humid warmth of the man, by the trembling, gradually, gradually return to stop.

how come.

how come……

He must have misunderstood, he is so ugly, so fierce, then he can't talk, then there is no fun, he is a fool at all. Who would like him?

"I like you."

After he had been stunned for a long time, he really didn't know what to say. He was awkward and had no rules. He felt bitter and fearful. He was almost blank in his mind. He wanted to be like before. The shackles of the shackles are "noisy" and want to say "ridiculous". They think a lot, but they are all in the throat and can't speak.

After a long period of stiffness, Chu was rather hoarse, and said nothing: "...I have a bad temper."

"you treat me well."

"I, I am getting older."

"You look smaller than me."

Chu nightning is almost anxious, he is helpless and helpless: "I am so ugly..."

This time it was the ink that burned. He widened his eyes and stared at the handsome man in front of him. He didn’t understand why such a good-looking person would be self-defeating.

Chu night, seeing him not snoring, his heart is even more confusing, bowed: "I don't look good."

"..."

"No, you look good."

This silently recited, suddenly the cheek was touched by a warm hand, he heard the sigh of burning, more gentle than the moonlight tonight: "Would you like to look at my eyes?"

Chu nightning: "Your eyes...?"

The smoldering eyes were warm and reflected, reflecting the figure of a white man. He said, "Is it? It is the best person in the world."

Chu night Ning glared at him, although the heart is already turbulent, but the face of the frozen three feet is not too much expression on the face.

The ink burned his palms and sweated.

He whispered again: "I like you."

Chu nightning seems to be stabbed a bit, his fingers tremble, after a moment, he bowed his head slyly, "I like you" like a sharp knife, plunged into his heart, so bloody, uncontrollable. Chu nightning's eyes are red, probably waiting for too long, he did not know that he heard this sentence, it would be such a reaction. He was very anxious and almost cried. He said, "I am not good. I have not... I have not been liked."

I have not been liked.

No one has ever been happy, proud, and precious because he has me.

Thirty-two years.

No one likes it.

When I heard this sentence, I looked at the man with his head down and his face that he was not willing to lift. He suddenly felt so painful and sore, his heart was chapped and his muscles were broken.

That is his treasure, but it has been dusted for nearly half a lifetime.

He didn't know what to say, but he didn't know what to say.

In the end, he was just clumsy, holding the hand of Chu Xiaoning tightly. He could not help but say: "Yes, some."

someone likes you. I like you.

You are someone who wants, you have something to ask, don't be so inferior, don't be so stupid, and say that the best and the best you are worthless. fool.

Fool Chu night Ning.

I like you.

After a long time, the ink burned him: "What about you?"

"……what?"

The ink squinted, the eyelashes said: "I... I am so stupid, so ignorant, so unreliable, I... I have done a lot of unforgivable mistakes."

He paused and whispered: "Do you like me?"

Chu night Ning had already lifted his face. When he heard him say this, he was flustered and sullen, and he did not know where the strength came. He violently pulled his hand out and did not look away. .

He did not nod and did not shake his head.

No sure, no denial.

However, the ink burned clearly and clearly saw that the ear of the late night was red, and the red was the neck of the flowery branch.

"That kit..."

"Don't say." Chu night Ning suddenly sullen, this is the whole face is red, "Do not say."

The ink burned and looked at the night of Chu, rather than being ashamed and ashamed, angry and stunned, the light and shadow in the water flowing, the moonlight lingering.

He sat down and re-stretched his hand and caught Chu’s fingertips.

Chu night Ning is shaking, the fingers burning in the ink are also trembled, he is covered with Chu Xiening's fine fingers, and then stacked one by one in an unprecedented way -

Ten fingers clasped, palm fit.

Chu night Ning blushes and opens his face.

This time, he did not earn him any more.

So the ink burned the hand of Chu Yuning, and finally realized it later, and he was uneasy to confirm.

Chu nightning ... also like him.

He finally knows.