The smoldering of the ink is also stunned. Xue Meng is really very powerful. If there is such a trouble, what the past gloom said and did not say, there is still a half shadow. He is now full of grievances and desires and fires. He can't understand whether Xue Meng has anything to do when he comes to find a late night to talk about it - is it so busy?

But he couldn't help but be late, but he still got up and looked down at the bed. He straightened up and kissed him. He said, "No."

"you--"

"Don't be angry, don't listen to you." Ink burned, "But the bed is too low, I can't go in."

Chu nightning: "..."

"There is no wardrobe in this room, and the window is only one outside the door. I have no place to go, let him go."

Chu night, think about it too, only have to say: "What is going on tomorrow, I have to sleep."

"Sit for a while, is it?" Xue Meng's voice was grievous and humiliated, and there were some nasal sounds. "Master, I am really confused in my heart. Some things, I want to ask you in person."

"..."

"Otherwise, I can't sleep until tomorrow."

The ink burned was upset by his soft voice, but he also wanted to know what Xue Meng had to say tonight, so he got up and looked around and suddenly thought of a way. He said that he and the eared night, Chu nightning's face immediately blacked out: "You are so...is ridiculous."

"Then let him go."

Chu Xiaoning said that he would stop talking, but he heard the sound of Xue Meng playing the leaves in the sand outside the door. When she thought that Xue Meng rarely insisted on sticking to himself, Chu Jingning snorted and pushed away the ink, saying: "The next is not an example. ... In addition, hide the clothes on the ground, don't miss it."

Xue Meng waited for a while and saw that Chu Ning still did not agree. Although it was uncomfortable, he still insisted on calling: "Master?"

"...I heard it. You come in."

With permission, Xue Meng pushed the door. When he entered, he frowned. There seemed to be a faint smell in the room, but it was too light. He also said that it was not what it was. In short, He smells somewhat familiar.

Chu Yuening had already slept, and the thick curtain on his bed had been laid down, covering the scene inside. When he heard the movement of Xue Meng, he raised his hand and opened the small curtain to reveal a sly Sleeping, half-squatting, seems to have just woken up, still very sleepy, the eyes are slightly wet and thin red, he looked at Xue Meng.

Xue Meng was a bit stunned and shouted: "Master, can't help, disturb you to sleep."

"Nothing, sit down."

Xue Meng was sitting at the table.

Chu night Ning asked: "What do you want to say to me?"

"I..." Xue Meng looked very tangled. After he returned, he thought about it for a while, and suddenly thought about why the necklace on the neck of the burning neck was familiar. On the way to the Confucianist Gate, Mo-burn once bought one for Chu Ningning. At that time, he also grabbed it and saw it himself. I feel very beautiful and I want to follow.

At that time, I was told by the ink-burning person that it was the last one.

This thing made him think more and more, and the more he thought about it, the more uneasy he was. He was a man who couldn’t help but talked about it and said nothing, and suffered a lot. He finally couldn’t help but came to this place.

However, in the face of Chu's gaze, Xue Meng hesitated, and he really did not know how to express it.

After brewing for a long while, Xue Meng just sighed: "Master, do you feel smoldering... Is he a little weird?"

As soon as this statement came out, Chu Xinning and the heart of the ink burning were all screaming.

Chu nightning changed his face and asked: "What happened?"

"Isn't the teacher respected?" Xue Meng was very difficult to talk about, and he was so arrogant that he finally got out of the way and hardened his head. "I think he seems to be... oh... I am particularly eager to please the Master."

Of course, Xue Meng did not dare to say "in pursuit of the Master", but he sneaked into the night, and he was worried and awkward.

Chu night Ningdao: "...what is this?"

"In fact, this is the case, I am today..." Xiong Meng hardened his head and said, "I am today... I saw something on his neck today."

The ink burnt behind the curtain of the bed suddenly stunned, raising his hand and touching the spar pendant hanging between his neck, slightly changed his face.

Chu Xiaoning still did not respond to what Xue Mengyu saw, still frowning at him, waiting for him to go on, waiting for a while, did not wait for Xue Meng to scream, but there is a warm big hand touched the leg.

Chu night, Ning, 眸 一 , , , , , , , , , , , , , 楚 楚 楚 楚 楚 楚 楚 楚 楚 楚 楚 楚 楚 楚 楚 楚 楚 楚 楚 楚 楚 楚 楚 楚 楚 楚 楚 楚 楚 楚 楚 楚 楚 楚 楚 楚 楚The chain reminds him with a mouth shape.

Chu Xiaoning suddenly understood.

He took a moment to say: "Are you burning on the body and seeing the same chain as me?"

"No, no, I don't mean anything else!" Xue Meng was anxious and shy, and waved his hands again and again. "I just feel a bit strange, I..."

"No problem." Chu Yuning said, "The chain is what I gave him back."

"Ah, is the Master still giving him?"

"If you don't feel well, you will pay him back."

Xue Meng was relieved. When he had been pale since his face, he finally had some blood. He smiled and said: "I said what happened. He clearly told me that it was the last one. I thought he was ......"

He turned upside down so many times, and finally took a shot of his forehead, frustrated: "The Master is not mentioned in anything. My mouth is too stupid, I don't know how to explain. Hey, I am a fool."

Chu nightning doesn't know how to lie, so I don't know how to persuade him. In fact, there are a lot of consciences. If you just say a word, you can burn the ink and your own relationship. Xue Mengtu is nothing more than this sentence.

As long as Chu Xiaoning said "no", even if the facts are in front of Xue Meng, he will choose to believe in his master. It is this kind of total trust that makes Chu Yuning say that he can't export, so he can only watch Silence in such a silent way that he is distressed in front of himself, scratching his head and sighing.

He didn't want to say too much.

Looking at Xue Meng, he couldn't help but apologize. He said that he was too stupid and ventured. Chu night Ning suddenly felt very distressed, although the look on his face still did not change much, still the ancient well has no waves, but he said slowly: "Xue Meng..."

Xue Meng slammed his mouth and waited for him to speak.

What should I say?

Say "I'm sorry. I hope you will not disappoint me at the end, I hope you will always recognize me as a master"? - He said no to export. This is too soft, too greasy, and too cruel.

He asked Xue Meng to be willing to recognize him no matter what happened. People will face gathering and dispersing, and their growth will change. Just like bamboo shoots are drawn high, the outer layer of bamboo shoots will peel off sooner or later, with yellow and mud.

Xue Meng’s life has been going on for decades, and not many people can accompany another person to finish these decades. Past events, old people, will become the snake's shackles, bamboo shoots.

Xue Meng left and waited for the right, could not wait for the following, uneasily glaring at the round eyes, muttered: "Master?"

"Nothing." Chu night Ning said faintly, "I think you seem to be a bit more thoughtful, just want you to go to the elders of the wolf to discuss two bottles of musk dew."

Xue Meng: "..."

"Is there anything else else?"

Xue Meng thought for a moment and said, "Yes."

"what?"

"Is Shi Zun really planning to accept the Nangong as an apprentice?" This incident also happened to Xue Meng for a while. "That, then, is he not my master?"

"...Do you care about this?"

"Yeah." Xue Meng stunned the corner of his clothes. "I used to be the first one. If you count him, I won't..."

Look at him like this, Chu Yu Ning's heart is slightly lighter, can't help but smile slightly.

When Xue Meng was a child, she loved and Mrs. Wang spoiled her. After the ink came, she loved and burned her in front of her mother. I didn’t expect it to be in her twenties. This habit can’t be changed. A Nangong will take his The peacock tail feathers are all agitated, actually for the first and second, and I am pregnant now.

Chu night Ningdao: "There is no difference, it is the same."

"That won't be done. I don't want him to be a master. Although he worships the earliest, he is recognized by the teacher the latest. I don't mind if he enters the division, but can he let him go to the end, be a younger brother. "Oh," Xue Meng was very serious about this. "I will call him Nan Gong’s younger brother in the future."

"...all with you."

Xue Meng was happy again. He was happy, but he didn't want to leave.

The ink burned in the bed and waited more and more irritated. I thought how this guy’s words were so much, how could it not roll and roll.

Xue Meng does not roll, Xue Meng said: "I still have something to ask the Master."

"Yeah." Chu nightning is very indifferent, "Let's talk."

Ink burning: "..."

"It’s the ink burning today that told me that the teacher had promised him before, and he was going to give him a handkerchief..."

Chu night Ning asked: "That ah... um, but I haven't done it yet, do you want it?"

Xue Meng’s eyes immediately lit up: “Can I have it?”

"I was going to give you each of them." Chu said, "I have been delayed, and I have been in trouble."

Hearing this statement, Xue Meng was pleasantly surprised, and the ink burned completely.

No... isn't it only him?

The smoldering moment was wronged, but Chu nighting and his face were chatting with Xue Meng, and he did not notice the dark and uncertain look.

Over there, Xue Meng swept away the haze, and happily talked with Chu Ningning about the look of the handkerchief he wanted. The more he burned the ink, the more he didn’t want it, especially when he looked at Chu and his relationship with Xue Meng. Even if you know that they are nothing, the chest is still not a taste.

"Du Ruo is difficult to stab, if you want Du Ruo, I will go back and ask Mrs. Wang."

"Is it difficult to stab?" Xue Meng snorted. "Then it will not be troublesome. The sorcerer will be good, and the teacher will be the best?"

"...In fact, the flower and bird ornamentation is not very good at it." Chu nightning is a little embarrassed, a light cough, "the best thing to stab is the Prajna Paramita."

"???"

Chu Yuning said: "When I was young, I was in the Temple of Nos, I... taught me to sin. I..."

His words had not been finished yet, and suddenly his eyebrows twitched, his face changed slightly, and he licked his lips.

Xue Mengyi: "Master, what happened to you?"

"..." Chu Xi Ning actually hesitated for a while, only said, "Nothing, do you have anything else?"

"Well, some, there is one, but I forgot all about it, let me think about it..." Xue Meng thought about it with his head down. After he fell down, Chu Ning was almost unstoppable and gasped, and a pair of angry eyes slammed into the depths of the bed.

In fact, the smoldering of the smoldering was to make some small moves. I wanted to let Chu Xiening rush to Xuemeng as soon as possible. He expected that he would look back at this time, his eyes were reddish and irresistible, but he was stunned in his heart. A big fire broke out.

He is a man who has a strong possessiveness and is extremely barbaric in one aspect. The reason why he is so restrained and restrained is that he loves Chu, and he is too embarrassed. This love and jealousy seem to have caught his natural collar. Let him never make any excessive moves in bed.

But at the moment, the irritability and arbitrarily melted the neck ring, his wet black eyes stared silently and dangerously for a while, and suddenly made a hot thing.

He leaned over, and in the place separated from Xue Meng, he plunged into the quilt and climbed along the long legs of Chu Xiuning and climbed all the way.

The surroundings are all black, and all the light is covered by the shackles, so the senses become more and more exciting. He could clearly feel that Chu Ning was shaking slightly, suddenly stopped his shoulder with one hand, and the fingers were hot, climbing his strong shoulders and pushing him to the side.

This is what Chu Yunning can only do to stop him under the quilt.

Instead, the ink burned the heart and shattered his desire.

Xue Meng is still talking, but what he said is not important. The ink is only listening absently. Hearing what he said, "It doesn't matter if the teacher is stabbing anything, I like it." The ink burns more and more anger, his The breath was already in the sensitive part of Chu, and he knew where the pitiful desire was, but he did not touch it.

He turned his face and his eyelashes twitched. He kissed the delicate skin that was not exposed to the people in the late night, leaving traces of cockroaches that were destined to fade.

Chu nightning trembled even more, and he must have regretted the decision to leave his ink burning at this moment. His fingernails fell deeply into the burnt shoulders, but could not stop the madman.

"Master, are you listening?"

"Ok……"

The ink burns waiting, his lips are lying in a place not far from Chu’s desire, he is waiting for a crazy and exciting opportunity.

Then he waited, Xue Meng asked something, it didn't matter, the ink didn't mind, so he didn't understand it, but Chu Xiaoning had to answer him. In the moment he opened his answer, the ink burned in the cover of the quilt. Going through the past, almost greedyly contained him.

"...!"

Chu nightning was tightened in an instant. His throat was twitching and his fingers had already scratched the burnt flesh, but the ink burned it. He was excited by Chu’s reaction and grew up in the dark. Excited and excited, he certainly knows the endurance of Chu Yuning, even if he goes in now, he will never make a sound, so the ink is unscrupulous.

Chu Xi Ning sighs and oppressively answers Xue Meng’s question. His strength, whether in this life or in his life, is equally amazing.

He was able to suppress it very well, but the sound was slightly slower than usual, and the speed of speech was slightly slower. The rest, if it was not in the air, he could not believe that this man was enjoying the ultimate pleasure. With stimulation.

Finally, Xue Meng nodded and said, "I know."

"If you know, just go back soon." Chu said, "I don't want to think again, it's not too early."

Xue Meng got up and said: "That Master, I am gone... Yes, the lamp helper has been extinguished?"

"……it is good."

It happened to be a deep throat, and Chu Ning opened his lips slightly, never panting. But he frowned, his eyelashes trembled, his face was slightly red.

Xue Meng hesitated: "Master, do you have a fever?"

"……No."

"How can your face be a little red." Under the worry, Xue Meng did not think much. While getting up, he raised his hand and explored the forehead of Chu.

This is what Chu Zhongning did not expect. On the other hand, he was forced to make such a thing with ink burning. On the other hand, his forehead skin was touched by another unsuspecting apprentice. In front of him, Xue Meng’s concern is that the beggar is waiting to be burned by the ink. The feeling of refreshing is almost overwhelming, and the shame is almost overwhelmed. He has to use every bone and restrain himself in every inch of flesh and blood. Don't let yourself wheezing/snap out.

"There is no heat..." Xue Meng murmured. "Master, do you feel uncomfortable?"

I want to burn my heart, not comfortable? How can it be uncomfortable, your teacher is afraid to be comfortable and dead, you are here, I can not make him more cool, why are you still not fast?

When his heart was gloomy but deeper and deeper, Xue Meng was finally sent away by Chu, and Xue Meng was very dedicated. He extinguished the lights for the teacher, poured it, and then went out.

As soon as he heard the sound of the door closing, he was so mad. He slammed the quilt and smashed the smoldering hair, forced him to come over, and then gave him a lighter weight. Slap, press down the voice and reprimand in the darkness: "You are a git... Hey!"

Responding to him is an eager sigh of breath, confusing black eyes, most men are beasts in front of their desires, and they go to bed with their beloved ones. I didn't feel any pain. Instead, I held his hand, pressed it on the bed, and then tore his last clothes. When the skin and the skin were attached, they couldn't help but scream.