少妇按摩推油舒服到高潮连连

Chapter 6: Master of the seat

After all, Xue Meng grew up in a small life, knowing the shortcut terrain, and finally burned the ink.

All the way to him, he came to the back mountain, the back mountain of the dead and the dead, is the closest place to the ghost world. Through an enchantment, the back is the yin.

At first glance, the mountain was terrible, and the ink burned immediately knew why the man was clearly at home, but still needed Mrs. Wang to treat people in the front hall.

The man didn’t want to help, but he really couldn’t get out -

The enchantment of the ghost world is broken.

At this moment, the whole back mountain is filled with strong ghosts. I have never materialized the devil to scream in the air, and at the entrance of the mountain gate, I can see a huge gap in the sky. The gap behind it is the ghost world, a thousand stone steps from the enchantment crack. In the middle, the evil spirits who have repaired the bleeding meat are following this step, swaying and swaying down from the underworld to the human world.

Changed to be an ordinary person, seeing this scene must be scared, the first glimpse of the smoldering is also a white sweat, but he is used to it now.

The enchantment between the two ghosts was set by Fuxi in ancient times. Nowadays, it is already very weak. From time to time, there will be broken places, and people who need to cultivate the immortals will come to repair. However, this kind of thing is not too much for improvement, but also very laborious, and it is a bitter job, so few scholars in the upper world are willing to take this job.

When the evil spirits are born, the first thing that will be difficult is the people who are going to repair the world. As the patron saint of the lower revision world, the dying of life and death has taken on the errands of repairing the enchantment. Their martial art is facing the weakest part of the enchantment. It is to be able to make up for the gap in time.

This breaks the enchantment, it will always miss four or five times a year, just like the pot that has been filled, it is not disabled.

At this time, the entrance to the ghost world, the long step of the bluestone, a man with a snow-colored clothing, wide-sleeve flying, surrounded by swords, golden light, is using his own power, clearing the evil spirits, repairing the enchantment loopholes.

The man was soaked in the face of Pan Wei, the sacred wind bones, the birth of very beautiful, far away, it is easy to reminiscent of the flower tree under the book, the literary literati. However, in the near future, he is a sword, a phoenix, a phoenix, a nose, a narrow and thin nose, and a long and graceful, but his eyes are slick and plain, which is particularly unappealing.

The smoldering look at him from afar, although he was prepared, but when it was true, once again, when he saw this person appearing in front of himself, he still had his bones shook finely.

Half is fear, half is... excited.

His master.

Chu nightning.

In the last life, Xue Meng finally came to the Wushan Temple, crying to see, this is the person.

It was this man who ruined the great cause of ink burning, ruined the ambition of ink burning, and was finally burned to death by ink.

For the sake of reason, to stumble the opponent, revenge and hate, the ink should be happy.

The sea is wide and the fish is flying, and the sky is high and the bird is flying. No one can make him. The ink burned originally thought that he thought so.

However, it seems that this is not the case.

After the teacher’s death, buried with hatred, there seems to be something else.

There is nothing to cultivate in the ink, and I don’t know that feeling is called chess and opponents.

He only knows that from then on, there is no longer his own enemy.

The teacher is alive, he is afraid, fearful, and chilling. He sees the willows in the hands of the masters, and they are like the dogs that have been used to the funeral. When they hear the sound of knocking on the scorpion, the teeth will be sore and soft. The leg is tense and twitching.

Later, the master died, and the most feared person died. The smoldering felt that he had grown up and had made a living, and finally made this scam.

Later, looking at the red dust, no one dared to let himself kneel down, and no longer slap in the face.

Celebrating the table, he opened the altar and sat on the roof and drank a full night of wine.

That night, under the influence of alcohol, when I was a teenager, the teacher’s scar on his back seemed to hurt.

At this moment, I saw the teacher respecting him in front of him, staring at him, fearing and hating, but there was also a distorted ecstasy.

Such an opponent, lost and recovered, can you not like it?

Chu nightning did not pay attention to the two apprentices who broke into the back hill, still concentrating on the unraveling of the undead.

His five senses are elegant, a pair of eyebrows are long, the phoenix is ​​hanging coldly, the dust is clean, the temperament is outstanding, the look is unchanged in the **** rain, and it looks very light, even if he sits down and burns the incense to play the piano.

However, such a gentle and elegant beauty man, at the moment, carrying a cold light, smashing the exorcist sword with red blood beads, wide-sleeved, swords and gas in front of the bluestone steps blasted open, Crushed stone bricks roll down, from the mountain gate all the way to the bottom of the mountain, thousands of long-term steps, when you are opened a deep bottomless gap!

It’s too fierce.

How many years have you not seen the strength of the Master?

This familiar and powerful hegemony, so that the ink burned inertia, the legs are soft, did not stand firm, and slammed into the ground.

When Chu Ning did not spend too much time, he killed all the ghosts and made up for the loopholes in the ghost world. After doing all this, he floated in the air and came to the ink and Xuemeng.

He first glanced at the ink burning on the ground, and then looked up to Xue Meng, a pair of Dan Fengyan eyes showed some chill.

"the fat is in the fire?"

The ink is suffocating.

Master has the ability to always make the most accurate judgments about things.

Xue Mengdao: "The teacher respects, slams down the mountain, commits theft, obscenity and sin, and asks the teacher to take responsibility."

Chu night Ning nodded silently for a while, coldly: "Know it."

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

Xue Meng: "........."

Both of them are awkward, then? Not then?

However, in the smoldering heart, he was lucky, and when he looked up to see the night, he was cold and could not see a fierce golden light. He slammed the air, and it sounded like lightning and thunder, and he smacked in the cheeks. ! !

Bloody splashes!

The speed of the golden light is so amazing, the ink burns not to say dodge, even the closed eyes are too late to close, the flesh on the face is cut open, hot and severe pain.

Chu night Ning took the hand and stood cold, standing in the night wind of Xiao Xiao, the air is still filled with the murderous spirit of the evil spirits, and at this moment it is mixed with the smell of human blood, making the back mountain forbidden land more sinister and horrible. .

It was the bunch of willows that did not know when it appeared in the hands of Chu, and the cane was narrow and narrow, and there were green and tender leaves on it, and it was hanging to the side of the boots.

It is so elegant and elegant, it should have been conceived of such verses as "fibre and willows, holding this lover".

It is a pity that Chu Yuning is neither slender nor lover.

The Liu Teng in his hand is actually a Shenwu, named Tian Wen. At this moment, Tian asked that the golden red light is flowing, and the whole piece of darkness is taken through, and the eyes of the late night of Chu’s lateness are reflected.

Chu night, the upper and lower lips touched, Sen Ran said: "Ink rain, you are very courageous. Really when I will not control you?"

If it is a fifteen-year-old ink, it may not take this sentence seriously, thinking that the Master is only saying to scare himself.

However, after the re-emergence of the ink rain, I have already thoroughly taught the master’s "management bundle" with blood in the last life. He suddenly felt that the tooth sticks hurt, his brain was hot, and his mouth began to die and he refused to pay. .

"Master respects..." The cheeks are bleeding, the ink burns and raises the eyes, and the scorpion is dyed with a layer of water vapor. He knows that he is very pitiful now. "The disciple did not steal... not obscenity... Why did the teacher listen to Xue Meng, and if he asked, he would call me first?"

"........."

The ink burns against the uncle and has two great stunts. First, it is cute. Second, it is pitiful. Now he moved this photo to Chu Ningning, and his tears fell. "Is it so unfortunate that the disciple is in your eyes? Why does the teacher refuse to give me a chance to defend?"

Xue Meng is awkward at the side: "Ink!! You, your dogleg! You, you stink face! Master, don’t listen to him, don’t be confused by this stuff! He stole it! Still there!"

Chu nightning drops his eyelashes, his look is cold: "Ink burning, you really have not stolen?"

"No."

"...you should know what the consequences of lying to me."

The burnt goose bumps are all up, can he not know? But still the dead duck mouth is hard: "Please respect the teacher!"

Chu night Ning raised his hand, and the golden vines vines waved again. This time, they did not smoke on the face, but they burned the ink.

This taste is too familiar. Liu Teng "Heavenly Question" has a role in addition to daily smoking.

Chu Yuening stared at the ink burned by Tian Wen, and asked again: "Can you steal?"

The ink burns only feels a familiar pain and strikes the heart, as if there is a small snake with sharp teeth and teeth, suddenly plunged into the chest, and tumbling in the internal organs.

Accompanied by the pain is an irresistible temptation, the ink can not help but open his mouth, humming and hoarse: "I... never... ah...!!"

It seems that he is lying, the golden light of the day is getting more and more violent, and the cold sweat of the burning pain is still struggling, but still desperately resisting such torture.

This is the second role of Tian Qiao in addition to pumping people for trial.

Once **** by Heaven, no one can lie in front of the Lord of Heaven. Whether it is a ghost, a death or alive, there is a way for them to open their mouths and tell the answer that Chu would rather know.

There was only one person in my life, and finally I relied on the strong cultivation, and finally I did my best to keep the secret in front of Tian.

That person is the ink rain that became the emperor of the human world.

After the rebirth, the ink burned with a trace of luck, thinking that he should still be able to resist the trial of Tianwen as he did in the past, but he bit his lip for a long time, and the big big sweat beads ooze down the dark eyebrows. He was trembling, and finally he still had a painful fall in front of the night of the night, and he suffocated.

"I... I...stealed..."

The pain suddenly disappeared.

The ink burned still did not slow down, and listened to the late night, asked the next sentence, the sound is colder.

“Can you be **** or chaotic?”

Smart people don’t do stupid things. Since they haven’t resisted, it’s even more impossible. This time, the ink-burning resistance did not resist. When the pain hit, he even screamed: "There are some!!!! The master is not! Don’t!"

Xue Meng was green at the side, shocked and said: "How can you... that Rongji is a man, you actually..."

No one cares about him. The golden light that he asked in the sky slowly slammed down. The ink burned and gasped. The wet skin was just like fishing from the water. It was white as paper, and the lips could not shake and swayed. No.

Through the sweaty eyelashes, I vaguely saw Chu Xiening wearing a jade crown, a wide-sleeved and earthy figure.

A strong hatred suddenly rushed into my heart - Chu nightning! It’s true to you in your life, it’s true! ! Even if you live it again, how can you hate how you hate it! I am obedient to your ancestors for eighteen generations! !

Chu nightning did not know that the gangster had to fought his ancestors for eighteen generations. He stood in a gloomy place for a while and then said.

"Xue Meng."

Although Xue Meng knows that today’s wealthy businessmen are more popular than men, many people play tricks just for the sake of freshness. They don’t really like men, but he still has some incompetence. After a while, he said: "Master, disciple."

"Ink burns thieves, obscenity, and deceives the three precepts, and takes him to the Jurassic Temple to repent. When he is tomorrow, he will be sent to the good and evil, and he will be punished in public."

Xue Meng was shocked: "What, what? Public punishment?"

The public punishment means that the disciples who have committed the heavy punishment are brought to the disciples of the whole martial art. In front of everyone, even the aunts of the canteen are pulled over, convicted and punished on the spot.

It’s a shame to lose face.

It is necessary to know that the smoldering is the son of the dead, although the martial law is strict, but because of the special status of the smoldering, the uncle has pity that he lost his parents at an early age and has been displaced for the whole fourteen years, so he can’t help but protect himself. Even if he made a mistake, he only trained a few words in private, and he never even played.

However, the teacher can not give the face of the Lord, and he must take the treasures of the people to the good and evil, and when the whole door is smashed, he will wear the shoes and give them to the shoes. This is also Xuemeng’s unexpected.

In this regard, the ink is not surprising.

He lay on the floor with a sneer in his mouth.

His master is much great, and he is selfless.

Chu’s blood is cold. In the last life, the teacher died in front of him. He screamed and cried for him, pulling his clothes and kneeling on the ground asking him for help.

However, Chu night is rather rumored.

So his apprentice was so in front of him, and the ink burned so badly next to him, but he stood by and ignored.

Now, just send him to the good and evil, and talk about public disposal. What is so strange.

I only hate that I am too weak to repair myself. I can’t lick his skin, smoke his ribs, drink his blood, can’t humiliate his hair, and can’t torture him to destroy his dignity. Life is better than death...

The fierceness of the beast in the eyes did not hide for a while, and Chu Ning saw it.

He faintly licked his face, and there was no extra expression on the face of Sven’s elegant.

"What are you thinking?"

Desperate!

Heaven has not recovered yet!

The ink burned again and felt the vines **** with their own shackles, and the internal organs were screwed into the residue. He screamed with pain and gasped and pulled out the thoughts in his mind.

"Chu Ning, you can bear it! Look back, I don’t **** / die you!"

The bird is silent.

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

Xue Meng was shocked: "....................."

Tian Qiao suddenly recovered the Chu Xi Ning palm, turned into a little golden light, and then disappeared. The question of heaven is melted in the bones of Chu’s late night, and it is accompanied by the call.

Xue Meng’s face was white and some stuttered: “The teacher, the teacher’s master...”

Chu night Ning did not scream, hanging black and long eyelashes, watching his palms out for a while, then he raised his eyes, a face actually did not collapse, but his face was even colder, he used "孽The eyes of the dead, staring at the ink for a moment, then low:

"The day is broken, I am going to repair."

Chu nightning dropped such a sentence, turned and left.

Xue Meng is a stupid child: "Does Heaven and Heaven ask this kind of god, will it be bad?"

Chu Xiaoning heard it and used the look of "the gangster to die" and looked back at him. Xue Meng suddenly shudders.

The ink slammed on the ground and looked dull.

What he just thought was really looking for an opportunity to **** and die. He knows that this person called "Night Yuheng, Beidou Xianzun" Chu Zongshi has always paid attention to the elegance and correctness, and he can’t stand being trampled under the feet. Stained and crushed.

But how can this kind of thing make Chu Xiaoning know!

The ink slammed the dog and slammed his face.

Thinking of the look of Chu’s late departure, he felt that he was probably not far from death.

The author has something to say: the master is always calculating the field~ Don’t stand the wrong cp~ don’t stand the wrong attack, the master is subject to, is subject to, is subject to == ink feeding fish is attack! This article focuses on!

Meat Pack: Why do you see the Master’s legs will be soft, are you not attacking? What about the gas field?

Ink feeding fish: old age, rheumatism old cold legs

Meat Pack: Speak well

Ink feeding fish: Don’t repeatedly emphasize my 32-year-old soul in the text! Laozi is very green after being born again! Laozi is a naive and lively young man!

Meat packet: Then you still continue to have rheumatism and old cold legs (?????)っ