The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

Chapter 307: [The dying of life and death] the dusk of the bat

"what happened?"

The beauty behind is not clear about the previous variables, but also stretched his neck and looked anxiously.

Although the breakwaters of the late Qing Dynasty were solid, they were just a mound before the Kyushu Wangyang. Seeing the nine songs enchantment began to break, there was a stream of water coming out from the vine leaves, those beautiful people can not help but messed up their hands and feet, shouting forward: "What happened? Why not let us in?"

Some people looked back and saw a sudden change in their face: "The road to the road collapsed!"

"what?!"

As a result, the beauty of the family was in a state of internal and external difficulties, the front door was closed, and the rear magic bridge collapsed. And under their feet is an endless abyss, where can they escape?

In an instant, a porridge porridge chaos, the teacher screamed: "All come to the front, don't panic!"

"Hua Zongshi..."

The sound reinforcement passed his voice to the end: "I said. I will take you home."

This is what he has been searching for for two generations, and his mother’s long-cherished wish. At this point, he will never give up again.

"But the master, where do we have the ability to resist the magic?"

The teacher squinted his eyes, and the light brown glutinous rice reflected the doomsday scene.

"I didn't have it before. But now?"

He said this, those panic-stricken beauty seats suddenly remembered, because the magic field opened up and rushed out of the breath, they have more or less restored some of the magical power of the Mozu.

The teacher said: "After you retreat to me, gather together to slow down the annihilation of the road to the road."

"What about the master?"

The teacher looked up and waved the axe shield to the front and said, "I will defeat him."

The voice fell, and the konjac had roared and rushed.

- "Master is careful!"

The teacher did not care, he never got such a turbulent spiritual flow, and this magical interest in his body made him go forward.

In fact, the skeletal family itself should be such a strong tribe, just because one person betrayed, it will be unfair in this fate for thousands of years...

There is hate in the shackles, igniting the flames, and throwing away the words.

The cockroach flashed, and the flame ball hit the magic door, a black mark.

"The traitor is willing to make a second!"

The teacher said with anger: "What kind of blood is flowing in my body? Is it my fault?! Because the blood of the mother is exiled, it is difficult to get rid of the nucleus. Because of the blood of the gods, the door is rejected. Besides, I can't return home - what have I done? What did the sphenoids do? How is it a traitor?"

That is only solemn and stubbornly repeated: "The traitor is daring to make times..."

Like the Buddha in the mouth of the monks.

It is like a golden body made of yellow clay.

It’s obviously something that hasn’t been traced, but it’s so logical.

In the sky, Chu nightning is trying to resist the torrent of floods. In the distance, the people in the realm of repairing have retreated to the intersection of two red dusts, where the Xuanwu enchantment was built.

In front of him, the teacher is fighting with the konjac.

Everyone has their own missions and has their own choices. They may have met with each other because of their interests, but at this moment they are unable to compete with each other for your life.

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The fate of the penalty has finally come to a halt, people's faces are so similar -

I am humble. But don't want to let go.

"Guru! The road to the road is coming to an end!"

"We can't hold it..."

Some young beauty can't help but despair, and cover their faces.

They are crying, crying into the gale, crowded into the auricle of the teacher...

As if that year, his skinny body struck the icy stone door of Tianyin Pavilion.

When the door opened, he saw the father of the blood on his lips and the mother of the flesh and blood. He heard the mother screaming, and the **** body slammed on the ground. She shouted at him with tears:

"Run! - Run!"

Run, leave here.

Run, go to a place where you can finally accommodate us.

With all the bullies who are being bullied. That is the lifelong wish of the mother to sell the soul, sell the flesh, and finally sacrifice the life.

Run it.

"So, where do I have to be sorry for the Mozu?"

This is his last question, and he has no intention of waiting for an answer.

However, seeing the teacher leaping and leaping, avoiding the heavy axe attack of the konjac, followed by the lightness of the body like a paper basket, and suddenly sinking on the knees, squatting on the shoulders of the konjac, clamping the brain that turned around.

The road under the foot was shaking more and more, and the bridges piled up by the chess pieces were quickly smashing, and the corpses fell into the endless abyss, and even the echoes of the landing could not be heard.

The teacher looked up and looked at him. His people had already been huddled together. These people forced out the magical power that they had gained in the body, trying to slow down the annihilation of this homecoming road.

They are pure blood beauty seats, the birds that bring their homage to themselves - and what about themselves?

There is a sound of bat flapping wings in the abyss.

On the palm of the teacher's hand, a sensation of coldness, a thorn and a thorny spurt, quenched the sharpness of the demon. He lifted it high and pointed it at the skull of the konjac -

Suddenly stabbed! !

......

What is the bat?

Is it a bird flying in the sky? Or the beast that crouched in the dark night?

Maybe neither side will recognize him. His blood is dirty, and he can only be a traitor wherever he goes.

A few deaths. The konjac crashed into the ground! In an instant, it turned into a black and gray, and it was annihilated. But at this time, the closure of the magic door also reached the point where it was in jeopardy. The teacher jumped up and slammed into a high place, and temporarily supported the closed embossed stone door with flesh and blood.

He turned his head and turned to the bottom, and the beautiful people who were still waiting for the tears, did not breathe: "What are you doing?? Run!!"

Run...

"Run!" The screams of Huagui before his death came through the clouds, and for twenty years, he still broke his heart. "A Nan, run!"

He closed his eyes and could clearly see that her arm was torn open, the bones of her legs and feet were interrupted, and she struggled in the pool of blood, fighting for the beastly beast. She slammed her husband’s legs and feet. In order to give birth to a child.

"Run!!!! Run!! Don't look back! Don't come back!!! Ah-!!!!!"

The man stepped on his foot and her face was broken.

At the last minute, she tried her best: "Run..."

Slamming.

Throat pipe break...

The sergeant clenched his teeth, poured the magical body into his body, and the bones rang, but he still tried to stay between the door and the door, so that the magic domain would not be closed.

He looked down, sweat oozing out of his forehead, his lips were smashed, and blood flowed out. He was trembled all over his body, and his bones and muscles were crushed. Although the closure of the magic door slowed down, but the strength did not relax at all, it was so intimate and indifferent to exert high pressure on the flesh and blood.

One inch, two inches... one foot... two feet...

The blue veins burst and the cheeks are red.

But still looking at the crowds of people who are flustered, hoarse and hoarse: "Run..."

Faster, faster.

I said that we want to let us go home. Even if the **** people are full of blood, the people will be deceived and ruined by the ancestors. I have done everything, and for this road, I have done everything.

But I am not a traitor.

The bones seem to be misplaced, they must be crushed, but they still hold the huge door of the great and unparalleled - really ridiculous, ants squatting, eucalyptus.

At this time, suddenly heard a loud bang!

The teacher barely lifted his sweaty face and looked out from the wet eyelashes. He saw that Chu Ning was hit by the waves of the sky. The wall and the wall of the nine songs were broken. The master fell from the sky, and the **** that was struggling to support the land collapsed.

He saw with his own eyes that Chu Xiaoning was hit into the water by a huge wave.

"Master respect..."

The wall collapsed and the floods were no longer blocked. The road to the two worlds was swept by the smashing of the bamboo, and the buildings in the mountains were filled and filled with gully and empty valleys. It’s just a moment, everything is sinking in the wind.

The world is no longer yesterday.

The Bohai Sea has become a mulberry field.

In this case, the weight of the magic door actually increased and the number was high. The teacher only felt that the wrong bones were reinforced, the spiritual power was overdrawn, and a blood was smashed out.

He looked down at the bottom, and the last dozen people didn't have time to go.

I don't know where it came from, he screamed, his eyes cracked, his neck and meridians burst, and his hands and feet tried to block the door that was about to close.

"Hua Zongshi!!"

The beauty seats who passed the bounds did not go far, and they all gathered to look at him below, but the teacher could not figure out their faces at this time. His eyes were groggy and everything was embarrassing.

The last eight...five...three...

The face that was distorted by pain, retaliatoryly opened the smile of the eagerness and enmity, the blood in the mouth, the red teeth.

What is the fate of the world, the devil and the devil, what is stopping me from returning, and the former work is exhausted -

Not yet... the enemy is not...

A heart is as hard as iron.

This stubbornness is hard to move.

the last one……

"run……"

The teacher smiled indulgently. He said that you can't squat the tree. As long as the heart is hard, the ant can also break the levee.

In the end, did he still do it?

"砰"!

The door of the magic domain is closed, and the eyes are red and black, the red is the blood, the black is the sky. The last sound that the bat in this gap heard in the world is a "squeaky" sound.

The creeps are stunned.

Is the fragmentation of the Tianling cover?

When I was young, the echo of the mother’s neck was broken...

"Hua Zongshi! Master!" The crying of the sphenoidal family was blocked in another world with the demon gate.

The door of the magic domain is bloody, and there are cracks in the cracks of Hua Binan... But then a shocking wave hits, and the road of billions of bones is washed away without any trace.

When the tide passed, the magic door disappeared.

Only the dead and the dead are caught in the waves of the sea, the towers of the sky are falling, the red lotus water is annihilated, and the bricks of the Danxin Temple are swallowed up.

Chu night Ning coughed a few mouthfuls of water, several times to call Huai Sha Yu Jian out, but they could not succeed because of the spiritual power.

It was also a wave of waves, a powerful water pressure hitting Chu’s chest, wrapped in a piece of broken driftwood, and he was slammed into the depths of the sea, painfully rubbing his eyebrows, breathing too... Can't catch any straw to save lives...

The white dress was inviting, and the blue silk was scattered. He continued to sink and sink in the water. The halo in front of him disappeared slowly, and he could not breathe, and he gradually felt the feeling of the soul.

Xue Meng, they should have retreated to the Xuanwu enchantment.

After that, will they make a mistake?

There is also ink burning...

Ink burning............

He blinked slowly, in the cold water, the sky was far away, and a few tiny bubbles floated from the lips. He squinted face up, probably suffocating and dying, and he had an illusion.

He saw an ink-colored figure squid-like to him, close enough to see the familiar eyebrows, black to purple sputum, and even the scars on his face.

It was the trace left after his unsuccessful rupture.

Chu night is so close to the eyes, it is really too much to worry about. So in the end, even the illusion before death is tormenting him.

He is hoarse: "I'm sorry..."

The lips and teeth open and close, but only the tiny bubbles.

Suddenly, one hand slammed him hard. He did not react, and he fell into a solid and broad arms. The chest was so cold that there was no one-and-a-half-point warmth, but even the sea seemed to be steamed by the strong wildness of the man.

"Chu night Ning."

He vaguely heard someone calling him.

"Late Ning!"

In the scattered consciousness, some people licked their lips, and the cool lips opened and joined with a glimpse of spiritual power.

"No return, call!"

At the same time, a secluded brilliance came from the sea, and the man grabbed it. The strange knife carried them at the speed of the light and flew toward the surface of the water. Only in a moment, "哗啦", they broke through the water, Chu night Ning was soaked, he was naturally chilly, dip in the cold water, shivering, lips are blue, no blood, big mouth Breathing in a big mouth.

After breathing for a while, I reacted to what happened just now.

He looked up slyly, and he did not lean on a pair of deep, moist eyes, no longer confused and confused, but clear and clear.

The ink burned slightly, and the lips were slightly elastic and slightly moist. His black clothes were soaked, and his muscles were tight on his chest. He looked down at Chu Yuning and did not speak.

Who is this?

Is it a living or a living person?

Is it a stepper, or a master of ink?

Chu night Ning throat blocked, but also could not make a sound, the throat was agitated for a long while, just wanted to open, but at this time just a drop of brackish sea water slipped down the forehead and broke into the eyelids.

He closed his eyes at once and his eyes were red.

That is, the moment he closed his eyes, the man held him in the water, and the cool lips were attached to his forehead.

"It is late for this seat."

"..."

"Hua Bi Nan Shi's shackles were unlocked, and no one can control this seat again." He kissed his forehead and his eyelashes, because he saved the people too fast and still had some breathing.

Stepping on the fairy looking at the eyes of Chu Evening slowly opened again, raising his hand and rubbing the hair of Chu’s late night, and then looking up to the flood of the world.

His voice is low and sorrowful, half awkward:

"Go. Send you back to your world."