MTL - Nan Chan-Chapter 45 Hejing

In the demon turbulence, the sky will mention the net Lin on the side of the body, and the table and bench will be heard, and the long street will be suddenly empty, but the wind will be raging. The net Lin was scraped and moved back. The coffin explored his arm and grabbed his back. He squatted on his chest and blocked his body.

The wind screamed, the sky was like a safe haven, and Lin Lin was shackled on his chest, clearly hearing his heartbeat, surrounded by his breath, and the breath was full of scent.

The music has been scratched on the wall, and he turned into a pen and fell into the gap before he was scraped away. The whistle of the fox gradually became intermittent and became a cry. Jinglin listened to the sound of the copper bell, and it was clearly urging. However, when the next move is impossible, it is difficult to advance or retreat.

The infant was not prepared, and was blown down by the demon wind and fell to the ground. He heard the cry, and he was saddened.

The fox in the inn walked forward and turned into a long-shoulder man, licking the blood of the person, and swearing at Hua Chang.

Hua Chang’s eyebrows caught the fox’s hand and gradually sat down, whispering to him: “I don’t know, people are dead.”

The fox splattered on the surface of the fox, and he muttered his breath, and several times he wanted to make a sound, and it turned into blood. Huashang pointed to his chest and sipped his drink: "Take the man away."

The little foxes rushed up, but they saw that the fox was holding the man and wouldn’t let go. He seemed to have a chest pain, but he was holding the man’s half-bone on the ground, and he had to vomit.

"Hua Niang..." The fox snorted, "...help him..."

"He has been so angry for a long time, let go quickly." Huashang can not bear to see, she waited for the fox to be extremely gentle, regardless of his **** face, holding his cheeks, set the road, "Millennium, people are dead." ”

The copper bell "叮咚", the entire Kyoto seems to be surrounded by ringtones, and the sound of the night. The soul of Jing Lin was shocked. He clung to the clothes of the sky and felt that he was being included elsewhere.

Jing Lin said: "This situation -"

He stopped half of his words, and his mind quickly fell into the dust. In an instant, he suddenly fell into the sea of ​​clouds, and the heavens and the earth seemed to be upside down. Everything in front of the scene is a virtual scene, and the life of the ear is a virtual sound. The scenes of Chu Lun and Le Yan were quickly broken, and the light was scattered. When Jing Lin suddenly sank into the darkness, he saw the sky grow away until he disappeared.

The rain points to the tip of the nose.

When he woke up in the rain, he was dizzy when he woke up, and he knew that the bronze bell had stolen his aura. He resisted nausea, looked up and found himself trapped in a narrow, narrow angle and couldn't help but lean over. However, this exploration, but not the hand, but the fluffy claws.

The net Lin stunned, and the ears shook involuntarily. He took off the waterdrops, climbed out of the narrow angle, and slid into the water, and saw himself become a white fox.

Net Lin slightly stunned his head with horror, stepping on his claws in place, and could not even maintain calm. Because he had done everything in the sky, but he had never been a fox. This cockroach was aware of what was falling on his tail. He looked at the end of the tail and turned out to be a copper bell that could not be caught.

Jinglin set his eyes to the perimeter and drilled along the stone to the promenade. This is a large courtyard, which is bigger than the yard where he lived in the sky, and can be seen everywhere. Time seems to be in the midsummer, the net Lin side licks the water drops on the hair, while looking at the sides of the horse. He didn't know why, as if in the midst of what was pushing, he walked along the promenade into the bookstore in the flower garden.

The bookstore was filled with full fragrance, and the net was tempted by the fragrance, stepping into it, not paying attention to leaving the paw print on the white carpet. He jumped onto the bookshelf, as if he knew all the words, and took out the book he wanted, and pushed it on the carpet.

Net Lin frowned, seeing the content is a play, then want to co-author, no matter how he "thinks", the body is not moved. He was trapped under this body and forced to play another soul.

The fox looked at it with gusto, and when it was interesting, it would roll between the carpets. Net Lin clearly didn't want to laugh, but he also had to do the rolling action. He rolled awkwardly a few times and felt that he looked stupid enough. In the distress, I heard someone go up and change shoes in front of the door.

The net was smashed into the pile of books, revealing the star points and eavesdropping. I heard the man whispering "retire" to the attendant, then wiped it with a clean hand and came inside. Net Lin doubled his claws and buried his head.

The man should be a man, and when he stepped on the pile of books, he put a sway of wind. He saw the footprints when he was looking for books along the bookshelf, and turned his book over his body. He said in his mouth: "Stolen book thief, did you read the last book?"

Net Lin took the lead and saw that he had not turned back, he turned his head and tried to escape. Unexpectedly, the copper bell on the tail rang, and he had not yet stepped out, and he was caught by the back neck.

"The food left in the pavilion is not seen by you." The man glared at his fluff. "Will the net steal the book?"

The net Lin spine quickly smashed with the man's palm, he didn't want it! The tail was shaken involuntarily, and the front paws stepped on the air in the air, and femininely bowed to the palm of the man. The man turned to him and hugged him into his arms. Net Lin took the first trip and almost stunned his tail.

Bai Jing’s “Cang Yu” has a smile in his eyes. He clips the net Lin to the arm and picks up the robe. The wooden ladder leads to the narrow top, surrounded by books. The sky did not ignite, but took out the palm of the night-sized pearl from the sleeve.

Jing Lin was put down, he stepped on a softer blanket, squatted down beside the bright beads, and watched the books of the sky, and the fragrance of the room made him intoxicated. When Lin Lin had nothing to do, he looked at the sky.

The sky seems to be aware of the gaze, even if there is no side, it must be said: "Stolen books first, refuse to admit mistakes. Penalize your face, how can you still see me?"

The fox smacked out like a convincing, and dazzled the four sides. He walked to the back of the sky, and jumped to his shoulders, his claws and his clothes, and the probe looked at the book spread out on his legs. The sky lifted his hand over his neck, and he was so comfortable that he rolled his shoulders from his shoulders.

The narrow space is quiet, and the night pearl makes the aggressiveness of the sky melt and become soft. The net was lying on his knees, only to find that the face of the sky was so gentle.

Jinglin was thinking about it, and he saw that he had pulled out his claws and slid under the chest of the sky, like a finger.

This fox!

When Lin Lin wants to collect his claws, he can not listen to his body. He clearly saw the claws turned into fingers, gradually revealing the long arms and legs, and then the silver wire covered the waterfall. What he saw from his eyes was his own face, but his face was strangely exposed with a look he had not seen.

What is the most terrible thing in this world?

Once upon a time, Lin Lin didn't know. Now he understands, that is, watching "self" become another person, like pulling away all the hidden cover, red|naked|naked doing something that he has never done.

"He" is tempting "the sky", his fingers slipping in from the shackles, and stalking through the chest to the back of the sky.

Jing Lin does not know why he wants to sweat. His suspicion is the temptation of the fox, but he can feel the texture under his palm. Jinglin wants to turn his eyes, but he can't do anything about it. He can only stare at the sky and gradually close.

The night pearl was opened by the toes, and the silver-haired fox curiously approached the face, gently blowing the lips between the lips and teeth. The coffin "Dangdang" was pressed against the bookshelf, and the book between his legs was disturbed, bearing the weight of the net Lin. He saw the lining of the lining, and the fingertips were lightly scraped on his lower back.

This fucking!

The sky wants to hold the chin of Jinglin, and finds that he can't move. He has become another person, but he still clearly agrees with the relatives of Jinglin. Even the temperature and touch are exactly the same.

Copper bells mistake me!

The two men whispered in unison.

Jinglin is too close to be close. He is not only close to the face, but also his legs are attached to the waist side of the sky, sitting on the legs of the sky, still looking at it, it seems that curiosity has not decreased.

The sky felt that it was sliding in the throat. Because the net Lin was lifting, he almost thought that Jinglin would kiss him. However, there is no net Lin. His narrow eyes are low and subtle, and Zhang mouth bites at the tip of the nose.

It’s the sigh of the sigh, or the sigh of the sigh, because the next moment he took back the net Lin’s waist and kissed him in the cheeks.

The hot and humid kiss is trapped in a narrow, narrow, narrow angle, but it is more heated. Cangzhu lived on the back of Jinglin, lifted his body from the shelf and kissed it hard. They should have done countless times, so they are familiar with each other and even the smell of each other is no stranger.

Jinglin wants to open his eyes, but the stupid fox closes his eyes. Net Lin fell into the dark, so it was clear. He touched the sky without any cover, and he noticed that the sky had opened his shoulders with silver hair, and the wide shirt fell.

The shock of Jing Lin is even innocent, and he is like a silky satin. He was furious, and the bell was hanging between the hair, but he could only breathe out from his lips.

This is not an alternative.

This is the two of them, because the places where Capricorn has been familiar are very familiar.

Jing Lin listened to the sky and covered it in the ear, and called the "Millennium" hot and hot. He couldn't help but raise his arms to cover his face, trying to block the shame and shame of death. The copper bell began to shake, and the net Lin seemed to be caught in the battle with the body. He was pushed over the bookshelf by the sky, and the fingertips clasped the book edge, but he could not grasp the place where he could stand. Jinglin has already raised his head, and the sky has kissed him from then.

Jinglin squeezed all the toughness of the past at this moment. He slammed into the beginning and felt the hotness of the sky. The kiss is scattered in the neck|neck, and the net is in the cold. He is like a toddler who controls the body. His fingers are rigidly separated from the original movement, and he is pulled to another aspect by Jinglin.

The sky behind it suddenly became a heavy one, and Jinglin heard the patience and incomprehension of his throat. This is not someone else, it is also the same in the sky.

Jing Lin had left the bookshelf with one hand. He was smashed out of the lining during the respite, and the clavicle and shoulders were exposed. The sky pressed against him, and the net slammed the bells between the hairs.

"Left Qing!"

Net Lin muted out the name.

"It’s Zuo Qingyi..." Jing Lin said quickly, "The dead person is Zuo Qingyi. I have understood how he relates to the fox! You will stop!"

The bells disappeared in the palm of your hand.

Net Lin leaned against the bookshelf, and the sky behind it was ready to go. The sky supported the arm and buryed his head and gasped. Both people are feeling the rest of their lives, only a little bit...

The sky was difficult to avoid the body of Jinglin. He was the only one who was so embarrassed, and even the first time he was dominated by such strange impulses. He stared at the naked neck of Lu Lin naked, but found that "Zuo Qingyi" still exists in his body, because he is eager to continue, to do things he did not know or have experienced.

The sky hurriedly pulled back the clothes and wrapped the net Lin, and even the skin refused to let him out again.

Cang said: "Let it die."

The net Lin dialed and turned, and the sky did not hesitate to push his face back. Lin Lin was slightly hurt by the kiss, and he also knew that he didn't look good at the moment. He rubbed his lips over his lips and straightened up.

"It wants to tell you about me," Jing Lin said calmly. "The relationship between 'Millennium' and 'Zuo Qingyi' is such a relationship. A fox demon is like a mortal... but Zuo Qing is dead."

"Left Qing." Cangwu left, said, "This name is familiar."

"The pen and demon music changed the life spectrum, and Chu Lun became the champion. Zuo Qingyi missed this life."

The sky raised his hand and buckled. "You mean that the person who replaced Chu Lun is Zuo Qing?"

Net Lin used his forehead to slam the bookshelf, and said: "It won't be so simple... The so-called causality, you and I need to understand what the fox is, and how left Zuo Qing died."

The sky and the net Lin back to back, he picked up the night pearl between the carpet. The narrow angle of the 旖 旎 旎 旎 独特 独特 独特 独特 独特 独特 独特 独特 独特 独特 独特 独特 独特 独特 独特 独特 独特 独特 独特 独特 独特 独特 独特 独特 独特 独特

"Before you understand someone else, you and I can get out first." The sky said, and the belt that had been pulled away by Jing Lin was handed over.

After the net was picked up, the two immediately fell into a subtle atmosphere after waking up.