MTL - The Husky and His White Cat Shizun-Chapter 8 This seat is punished

The ink burned in the bed for three days in the same way as the dead fish. The wound just converge, and I received a message, letting him go to the red lotus water to make a coolie.

This is also part of the punishment. During the period when the ink is forbidden, it is not allowed to go down the mountain, but it cannot be idle. It is necessary to give the gang to help and do some hard work.

Generally speaking, these errands are such as: helping the mother-in-law of the mother-in-law to brush the dishes, scrubbing the 365 stone lions on the pillars of the Nahe Bridge, copying the boring archival files, and so on.

But what is the red lotus otter? It is the residence of the grandson of the late Qing Dynasty, known as the Shura field of Honglian Hell.

There are not a few people who have been there since the death, and everyone who has gone in has not interrupted his arm or interrupted his leg after coming out.

Therefore, the night residence of Chu Yuning, in addition to the red lotus hell, there is a more grounded nickname: broken leg otter.

There is a rumor in the pie: "The water is beautiful, and the beauty asks. I am in the broken leg, knowing that I have broken my legs. The elders of Yu Heng are the best choice to help you with your own meridians."

There were once female disciples who were not afraid of death. They dared to hang on to the beauty of the elders of Yuheng. They sneaked into the south peak and sneaked on the eaves, hoping to see the elders bathing and changing clothes.

As a result, it can be imagined that the female warrior was killed by the gods who were asked to fight, crying and crying, and lying in bed for more than 100 days.

And Chu Xiaoning also put a swearword, if you dare to commit again, directly smashed the eyes of others.

did you see? More unpretentious words! More incomprehensible behavior! More horrible man!

In the martial art, there were some innocent and innocent silly girls who looked at themselves as women. They thought that the elders of Yuheng should be pity and jealous, always laughing in front of him, trying to attract the attention of the elders. But since the elders handed the female hooligans, no one dared to hit his mind anymore.

The elders of Yu Heng, men and women are pumping, no gentleman's temperament, except for the good-looking face, where can't be anywhere - this is the evaluation of Chu Zhongning's disciple.

The younger brother who came to the communication was quite sympathetic and looked at the ink, and endured it, but still couldn’t hold back: "The ink brother..."

"Ok?"

"...The elders of Yuheng are so bad, and those who have gone to the red lotus water, no one can stand up, look at it, or else, say that their wounds have not healed, ask the elders of Yuheng to let you go. Brush the plate?"

The smoldering was very grateful to the younger brother of the Buddha, and then refused him.

Ask Chu tonight?

Forget it, he doesn't want to be asked by the day.

So he labored hard to wear clothes, dragging heavy steps, and reluctantly went to the southern peak of the dead.

The red lotus water scorpion, the red lotus hell, the Chu night ning's residence, can't see a living person in a hundred miles.

No one wants to be close to where he lives. The bad taste and the indecent character of Chu’s late night make everyone in the martial art respect him.

There is some embarrassment in the ink, I don’t know what the night will punish myself, all the way to the top of the peak of the South Peak, through the overlapping bamboo forest, a large piece of beautiful red lotus shines into the eye.

At this time, it was early in the morning, and the rising sun was rising, reflecting the brilliance of the horizon, the fiery red clouds and the red hibiscus that was connected to the lotus leaf in the pool, and the waves were bright and clear. The pool on the pool is full of water, and the water is covered by a waterfall. The crystal water drops smashed against the stone wall. The water mist is transpiration, and the smoke is condensed. The tranquility shows a few enchanting.

The feeling of ink burning is:

vomit.

Where the night of Chu’s stay, no matter how good it looks, he is vomiting!

Look, how arrogant and extravagant, how extravagant and wasteful, the houses of the disciples are closely connected one by one, the room does not occupy a large area, the elders of Yuheng are good, one person occupies a whole hill, and also dig three big Pond, planted with lotus, well, although these lotuses are special varieties, they can be made into holy products, but -

Anyway, it is not pleasing to the eye. Hate can't burn this broken leg water to a fire!

The abdomen was returned to the abdomen. In view of his own **** and fifteen years of this year, he was unable to compete with the master of Chuzong. The ink burned before he came to the residence of Chu Yuning, standing at the door, narrowing his eyes and opening his grandson with sweetness.

"The disciple is burning and seeing the Master."

"Well, come in."

The house was full of chaos, and the cold-blooded demon head Chu Ning was a white robe. The clothes were stacked high and tight, quite a bit of abstinence. Today he was wearing a tall ponytail, wearing a black metal hand guard, sitting on the ground and slamming a pile of organs and a pen in his mouth.

Looking at the inkless expression, he bit his pen and said vaguely, "Come here."

The ink burned away.

This is really difficult, because there is nothing in this room that can make a difference, and the artwork and metal broken wood are scattered everywhere.

The ink burned his brow and twitched. In the last life, he didn't go into the room of Chu Yuning. I don't know the beautiful man who is well-dressed. The place where he lives is so chaotic... It’s hard to say.

“What is this about Master?”

"Night tour."

"What?"

Chu Xiaoning is somewhat impatient, probably because he has a pen and is inconvenient to speak: "Night tour."

The ink burned silently on a pile of messy parts.

His master is known as the Chu Master, not a name. In my heart, Chu Xinning is a very powerful man. Whether it is his three god-level weapons, his enchantment technique, or his organ manufacturing technique, he is not worthy of the word "topping the pole". This is also why his temper is so bad, so difficult to wait, but the major repairs of the sects still struggle to break the head to grab him.

For the "night god", the reincarnation of the ink is very clear.

That is a kind of mech that Chu Yuning created. It is cheap and has a strong fighting power. It can protect the ordinary people who are under the guardianship at night from the general ghosts.

In the past life, the perfect night tour **** has become a must-have for every household. The price of each is equivalent to a pipa, and the effect is much better than that of the smashing door.

After the death of Chu night, these night gods still guard the poor people who can't afford to be long. This sorrowful and sorrowful chest is matched with Chu’s feelings for the apprentices... Oh, it’s actually making the ink burnt.

The ink burned down and looked at the "night tour god" of a pile of parts at this time. The former dust rushed past the bottom of my heart. He couldn't help but pick up a finger joint of a night **** and grab it in his hand.

Chu nightning buckled the parts and shackles, finally freed his hand, took the pen that had been biting in the mouth, and slammed the ink: "The one just got tung oil, can't touch."

"Oh..." The ink burned down the joints of the fingers and adjusted the emotions. It was still a lovely appearance of humans and animals. He smiled and asked, "Is the teacher called me to come over, is it going to let me help?"

Chu nightning said: "Well."

"doing what?"

"Clean up the house."

The smoldering smile froze, and he looked at the general room after the earthquake: "..............."

Chu late Ning is a genius on the sacred, and an idiot in life.

After picking up the fifth cup that broke the cup that was not swept away in time, the ink burned finally couldn’t stand it anymore: "Master, how long have you been in this house? My God, so chaotic!"

Chu nightning is looking at the drawings, and the words are not lifted: "Almost a year."

Ink burning: "..............."

"Where do you usually sleep?"

"What?" The drawing may be a bit problematic. Chu Yuening was disturbed and seemed even more impatient than usual. He glared at his own hair and replied with anger. "Of course it is a bed."

The ink burned a look at the bed, which was full of all kinds of mechs that had already been completed, and a series of tools such as a saw axe and a sickle, each of which was cold and sharp.

Great, how did this person sleep without cutting his head?

Busy for a long time, the dust on the floor was covered with three cockroaches, and the white towel on the shelf of the bookcase was black more than ten pieces. At noon, it was half finished.

Fucking Chu night, this person is really poisonous than the poison woman.

Finishing the room does not seem to be a serious punishment. It is not like a coolie to say that it is going out, but who knows that it is such a ghost place that has not been cleaned for 365 days? Don't say that you are all scars, even if you are physically healthy now, you can get tired of half life!

"Master is ......"

"Ok?"

"You piled up the clothes..." It’s probably been piled up for three months.

Chu nightning finally put an arm of the night tour god, he took a sore shoulder, looked up and looked at the clothes on the suitcase on the mountain into the mountain, coldly said: "I wash myself."

The ink burned a sigh of relief, thank goodness, and then some curiosity: "Hey? Master will also wash clothes?"

Chu night Ning looked at him, after a while, cold and cold: "What is the difficulty? Throw it into the water, dip it, pick it up, dry it."

"............" I really don't know how to hear this sentence, those who are pregnant with the Spring Masters. The ink burned deeply felt that the man who couldn’t use it was really disgusting, saying how many springs and broken things went out.

"It’s not early, you go with me to the dining hall, and the rest will come back."

In Meng Potang, people came and went, and the disciples of the dead and the dying were eating in groups of three, and Chu Ning took a few dishes on the lacquered wooden tray and sat quietly in the corner.

With him as the core, within 20 feet, there is no one left.

No one dared to sit too close with the elders of Yu Heng, for fear that he was not happy, and asking for the day was a mad rush. Chu nightning himself is actually very clear about this, but he doesn't mind, a beautiful woman sitting there, Sven gracefully eating something in the bowl.

But today, it's not the same.

The smoldering is what he brought, and naturally he has to be with him.

Others are afraid of him, and the ink is also afraid, but it is a person who has died once, and the fear of Chu Xiening is not so powerful.

Especially after the fear of the first time has gradually subsided, the past life’s dislike of Chu’s lateness has slowly emerged. What about the late night of Chu? The last life is not dead in his hands.

The ink burned in front of him, calmly chewed the sweet and sour pork ribs in the bowl, biting it, and soon the bones spit into a hill.

Chu night Ning suddenly fell a chopsticks.

The ink burns.

"... can you stop eating, don't you pout?"

"I chew my bones, don't I chew my mouth?"

"Then don't eat bones."

"But I like to eat bones."

"Pow it and eat it."

The voice of the two quarrels is getting louder and louder, and some disciples are stealing them.

The ink burned the impulse to buckle the rice bowl on the head of the night, and licked the lips of the oily light. After a while, his eyes narrowed and a smile appeared in his mouth.

"The teacher refused to shout so loudly. Let others hear it, wouldn't you laugh at us?"

Chu nightning has always been thin, and the sound is light, and whispered: "Roll."

The ink burned and laughed straight.

Chu nightning: "..............."

"Hey, Master, don't yell at me, eat, eat. I try to make a small noise."

The ink burned enough, and it began to be clever, and the sound of the bones was a lot smaller.

Chu night Ning eat soft and do not eat hard, see ink burning obedient, his face is slightly relieved, no longer so bitter and deep hatred, head down, Sisi Wenwen eat his own vegetables tofu.

It didn't take too long to settle down, and the ink burned again.

He did not know what was wrong with him. In short, he saw Chu Ningning in his life, and he wanted to make a heavenly place and make people angry.

So Chu Evening found that although the ink was not chewed, he began to grab the ribs and eat it. The greasy hands were full and the sauce was bright.

Chu night, Ning's forehead, blue veins, and forbearance.

He dropped his eyelashes, didn't look at the ink, and he managed to eat himself.

I don't know if the ink is burning because I am too happy to eat too much. I am too careful to throw the bones that have been smashed into the rice bowl of Chu.

Chu night Ning took advantage of the ribs of the wolf, and the surrounding air quickly condensed and frozen at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Ink burning...!!!"

"Master respects..." The ink burns quite a bit of fear, and I don't know how many points are true. A few points are false. "That...hey, I didn't mean it."

It’s strange.

"..."

"Don't be angry, I will clip it out for you."

When I said that I really extended the chopsticks, I inserted them into the bowl of Chu’s late night and quickly picked up the ribs.

Chu Yuning’s face was blue and green, and it seemed to be fainting.

The ink burns the eyelashes, and the delicate face is quite a bit grievance: "Is this a disgrace to me?"

"..."

"Master, I am sorry."

It’s gone.

Chu night thinks.

Why do you have a general understanding with juniors.

He gave up the urge to summon the day to burn the ink, but the appetite had been swept away and he got up and said: "I am full."

"Hey? Just eat it so much? Master hasn't touched your bowl."

Chu night Ning cold and cold road: "I am not hungry."

The ink burned into a heart, and the mouth was still sweet: "I don't eat anymore, let's go, let's go back to the red lotus - cough, red lotus water."

Chu Xiaoning narrowed his eyes: "Let's we?" He was quite ridiculed in his eyes, and then said, "Who is with you? You are young and respectful, you give me a good talk."

The ink burner should be diligent, and the eyes are bent with a smile, so cute and cute.

However, this person is thinking, long and young and noble? speak politely?

Hehe, if Chu night would rather know what happened in his life, he should be clear - in the end, only the light rain in his world is respect.

Chu nightning is no longer cold and proud, can not be a lifetime, and finally is not a piece of mud at the bottom of his boots, relying on his charity, can live in peace?

Quickly follow the pace of the Master, and there is still a pretty smile on his face.

If the teacher is the white moonlight in his heart, Chu Yuning is the broken fishbone stuck in his throat. He wants to crush the thorn, or swallow it, and it is corroded by the stomach juice.

In short, this time rebirth, whoever he can let go.

But will never let go of the night.

However, Chu Xiaoning did not seem to have easily spared him.

The ink burned in front of the library of Honglian Hell, looking at the fifty-story, ten-story bookshelves, thinking that he had got it wrong.

"Master, you say... what?"

Chu night Ning faintly: "Take all the books here."

"..."

"After wiping, register again."

"..."

"I will check it tomorrow morning."

"!!!"

what! ! ! Is he going to stay in Honglian Hell tonight? ?

However, he also made an appointment with the teacher, and let the teacher change the medicine at night! ! !

He opened his mouth and wanted to bargain, but Chu night Ning was too lazy to care for him. He swung wide sleeves and turned to the agency room, and closed the door of the office room.

The ink burning of the dating bubble fell into the deep disappointment of Chu Yuning - he wants to burn the books of Chu Yuning! !

Do not!

With a brainstorm, he thought of a more damaging idea...

The author has something to say: the editing transfer has not been handed over, and I can't claim it. Can not claim to have a cute message on the wood, the package will be updated to be lonely like snow, including someone who does not want to be lonely like a snow. Therefore, during the National Day, I will take a break, and Jinjiang will handle the problem of group change. At 10:00 in the evening of 10.9, I will resume the update.

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