The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

Chapter 147: Master, have something to say



Chapter 147: Master, have something to say

There was only a thin piece of paper inside, and a few short sentences were written.

The ink burned a glance, and the heart fell into the stomach. It was almost a sigh of relief, and it was discovered that his cold sweat had drenched the heavy shirt.

Xue Meng also came over and saw it.

"What?" At first glance, the brow wrinkled. "How is this kind of thing?"

"... otherwise it can be said, I said that I am not familiar with her." Under the light, the ink burned is really a smile, put the letter paper on the table, "You said things so embarrassing, really true I am."

It turned out that the ink burned in the past year, and left a lot of notorious evil spirits. Among them, there is a squid fine, which is a disaster for many years. Because of its high mana and remoteness, many monks Going to fight, and finally became the white bone it used to decorate the cave.

Although Yunmengze is full of monsters, it is a place that makes it easy for the monsters to cultivate into fine, but the squid is not an attacking high animal. It is reasonable to say that the demon that is cultivated will not be so strong. The ink burned with it for more than 80 rounds, and finally killed it under the "ghost" and cut open the fish belly, which became the reason.

"In that year, the squid was fine, and there was a stone in the abdomen." The ink burned and laughed. "This spar is a thousand-year-old sacred stone. It is the best stone. It is used to temper weapons, or to cultivate spiritual cores. The choice."

Chu Xiaoning said: "She is a sphenoidal beauty seat, what do you want to do?"

"I want to ask my husband for help. Her husband is a flaming spiritual nucleus. But in these years, she has been practicing too urgently, and she is in danger of getting mad. So I don’t hesitate to pay a lot of money. I want to ask me to buy Shu Jingshi as a dowry. Her husband suppressed evil."

Xue Meng listened and nodded: "The Qian Jin San also asked her husband to be stable, and her heart is rare."

The ink burned and smiled: "Where does she come from? Isn\'t it a hand to ask the Confucianism, she looks so good, soft words say a few words, which brother can refuse her? Can you change? ”

Xue Meng immediately opened his eyes: "I don\'t want to say that I seem to be faint."

"You don\'t be angry, I just make an analogy." The ink burned, and the letter was returned to Xue Meng. If the letter of death and death does not reply, it usually needs to be stored in the library, and the ink is burning. "Archive it."

Xue Mengyi: "Archive?"

"Don\'t return? Then you burned."

"...No," Xue Meng was anxious. "There is a big marriage, ask for a spiritual stone with you, and don\'t ask you to discuss it. She said that she will pay no hesitation, and her heart is sincere. Why don\'t you sell it?"

"I don\'t want to sell it. It doesn\'t matter if I keep it, but I have already given it to you."

"Give me, give me?"

"Yes." The ink smirked and pointed to the dragon city sabre at Xuemen\'s waist. He said, "Isn\'t you given a spar in the early years, let the uncle temper the dragon city for you? The city is no longer the same, you use it well, and there is not much difference with Shenwu. You still don\'t thank the squid fine?"

Xue Meng opened his mouth and couldn\'t speak for a long time.

"..."

He only knows that when the ink burns the world, he gets a gem, but he never cares what the gem is. For the smoldering, he always sighed with a sigh of relief. Regardless of whether this person is a wicked person or a good person, he has retained a little bit of conviction and a trace of rejection.

Therefore, when he said that the gems that burned him could be promoted to Longcheng, he was grateful in his heart, but he was also very wrong. He felt that he was favored by competitors for no reason, so he didn’t want to ask more questions. He took the Dragon City and went to the Snow Palace to temper.

What the smoldering ink burned to him turned out to be the "Shu Shujingshi" worth the price. Xue Meng suddenly felt more complicated and couldn\'t tell what it was.

Half a day is dry: "Thank you."

"You\'re welcome, you are welcome." The ink burned and smiled and waved. "Catch it."

Xue Meng’s face is even more stinky, and his mouth is hard: “I’m not thank you, it’s the one that lives in the West. I thank him.”

"Hahahaha, then don\'t eat squid meat later, give Engong Jide."

"Humph!"

When I laughed for a while, the smoldering suddenly thought of something. The pear vortex was deep and asked: "Yes, I was forgotten by you, and I forgot to ask. Who is Song Qiutong going to be with? Who made it so big, she just It’s a small sister, and it’s enough to alarm the Confucianist’s wide-ranging invitations. Is it a marriage with Bitan Villa?”

"no."

"Isn\'t it with Bitan Villa? I thought that the old man of the old man was very good, and the Confucianist door had a good relationship with them. He gave him Song Qiutong." Ink burned, "Which is that? Can you and the Confucianism Climbing the family, but also a big fanfare... It’s not going to be a snow palace?"

"What do you want!" Xue Meng gave him a look. "Why do you have to marry?"

The ink burned a bit, and the smile was a little bit stiff: "Who can she still follow?"

"Nan Gong Yu! You forgot, Confucianism, the wild horse, but the age of the wedding, Song Qiutong is so beautiful, with him no loss..."

He hadn’t finished it yet, and the ink burned and he got up and said with amazement: “Namiya?”

Xue Meng was shocked: "What?"

"She...what did she marry to Nangong? How could it be..." It was so shocking that the burning heart burst into a stormy wave, and for a long time it could not be calm, chanting, "Nangong Temple..."

No wonder he reacted.

You must know that at this time in the past life, Nangong Temple has been seriously ill and died!

In the past few years, he has bowed his head in the war of the emigrants. He has not cared about the big things of the famous people. The Confucianism Gate does not have much to do with him. He naturally does not care. Until now, Xue Meng suddenly announced the marriage of Song Qiutong and Nan Gongyi with him, and he suddenly realized that -

wrong.

All this is not right. The fate of this world has changed, not only on his own, but also on the Confucianism that seems to be unwilling to turn off.

The person who should have entered the coffin did not enter, but the white matter became a red matter, but he also wanted to be the wife of his last life as a wife...

The news was a bit stunned. He couldn’t swallow for a while, and he was awkward.

Also, is Nangong 驷 瞎 !! Look at such a woman?

However, the celebration still has to be celebrated. The gift is still to be given gifts. Since the head of the Nangong Palace has sent the invitations to the door, how can we not go? The wedding banquet will be held on the 15th of this month. Xue Zhengxuan arranged the sects and sent them to the two elders, who are ready to leave for Linyi.

In addition to him, in order to cultivate the truth, Mrs. Wang, Xue Meng and Mo Yan, are sure to go to the meeting. In addition, Nangong Temple specially invited Chu Yuning, saying that he was influenced by the elders of Yu Heng when he was young. Please ask the elders to show their faces, so Chu Yuning has to go.

"The Confucianist Gate is the first big faction today. Their young masters are married. People who have heads and faces all over the world are afraid that they will come to celebrate." Xue Zhengyi said, "The day of death is not a bark, but encounters such a scene. Still have to say some rules, don\'t want to show people jokes."

Xue Meng asked: "What rules are you talking about? I feel that I am already enough rules."

Xue Zhengxuan pulled his hair and said: "You are not wearing this crown, you wear a blonde crown."

"What happened to the blonde crown?"

Mrs. Wang softly smiled and said: "Menger, this is your first time attending a wedding banquet. Many things still don\'t understand. Auntie said to you, you can listen to it, and you can only kiss the whole family. The only one is the groom. Can be equipped with a gold headpiece, if you wear a blonde crown, it is to grab the pro, to make a big joke."

Xue Meng’s face suddenly rose red and screamed: “Catch the pro? No, no, no, I don’t grab the pro.”

When the ink burns, he teased him: "When you take the Song and the girl and put them in the small room, are you afraid of it?"

"You were put in the hut!" Xue Meng was ashamed and angry. "I don\'t wear it!"

Xue Zheng said: "I don\'t think you are very clear about the requirements of the wedding guests. So, I will give you a custom one, and it will be good to wear it."

He paused, especially looking at Chu Yuning, tentatively asked: "Yu Heng, can you?"

Other people Xue Zhengyi is not afraid, at most it is to make some jokes, but Chu Yuning this person, white clothes are used to wearing, if you don\'t mention him, it is not impossible for him to go to the wedding reception. Nangong Liu may be angry with vomiting blood, and the dying of life and the Confucianism can be tied.

Chu night Ningdao: "Yes."

On the night before departure, Xue Zhengyi gave everyone a customized wedding dress. These clothes were specially hired by Linyi\'s tailors. The system was strict, the lines were tight, and the appearance was very beautiful. Rao was such a picky person as Xue Meng. After receiving the clothes, they all satisfied and nodded.

The ink burned a stack of clean clothes, and went to the Nanfeng of the dead and dying, and went into the red lotus water. He said: "Master, my uncle asked me to bring this clothes to you."

He walked to the lotus pond and saw that Chu Ning was dancing a sword.

He remembered that the second weapon of Chu Yuning was a sword, but the sword was full of murderousness and had the power to destroy the earth. Chu Xiaoning never used it easily. But the knife can\'t be worn or not sharp, and the skill is not skillful. Even if the blade does not have any chance to be sheathed, Chu Ning will still take another sword to dance for a while from time to time.

At this moment, the moonlight was cold, and Xu was a hot sword. He took off his robe and left only a white silk shirt inside. The silk was slightly moved with the evening wind, and it was swaying and moving.

He didn\'t have the high pony tail that he used to comb, but he pulled his hair up and smashed a sturdy sorghum, which made him look extraordinarily spirited and thinner. The long sword contends, and the blade is like a snow. The attitude of his sword is just soft, and the feet are stretched. When the frost is rolled up, it is as light as the water. After the cold electricity emerges, it is like a dragon, a piece of relaxation. When I received it, I was at the best place. The ink was standing in the distance and I couldn’t pick it up.

Suddenly, there was a glimpse of Ning Meifeng in the late night, and the long sword pointed to the lotus pond. However, the movement was sharp and the water in the pool was divided into two by the sword. It was forced by the sword and could not be combined for a long time. ! His toes were light and pointed, and he flew up and fluttered in the air. The arms fluttered in the center of the waves. The arms were wide open, the white sleeves were surging, and the gods floated to the gazebo on the other side of the pool.

"Master!"

The ink burned, afraid that he would run away again, and quickly chased the pavilion and called him. The moon is high, the night is cool, and the tall sea otter on the pavilion is covered with frosty snow-like white petals. Chu night is on the sharp corner of the pavilion, the placket is scattered, and the moonlight leaks into the jade. He hears the movement. He bowed his head and his eyes were black and bright. He gasped and his lips had the blood of the sword, so it was rare to look very beautiful.

"How did you come?"

The night wind blew the broken hair scattered in his forehead, and he narrowed his eyes.

"Come to give you clothes, you try it, don\'t fit?"

Chu night Ning gently smashed, suddenly remembered that the ink burned now is respected by the world, and after he woke up, he had not been confronted with him, and he could not help but move his mind. He said: "You try to pick up my sword!"

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