The first courtyard in the east, as if it were the words of the nine, the upper and lower floors, each floor is a room next to the room, although the field is the largest, but also the most messy, an old tree in the courtyard, Sui Tang, surrounded by countless dead crows Each crow has an eyeball in his mouth, squirming and screaming, sweeping the four abnormalities.

The two teams of squadrons shuttled back and forth, kicking and kicking, guarding the "tributes" that were prepared for the four ghost kings.

The side of the burning side is hidden behind the corner, while counting the roads of these ghosts, while looking at the dead corner of the palace.

The small rooms in the plaid are lit with lights. From time to time, there are ghosts crying, sighing, vomiting and taunting, and the night is like a c.o.c.kroach from the ancient times. It makes people erect and shudder.

There are more than three hundred rooms in the head here. The next patrol is repeated for each round of tea. He can’t easily find Chu’s night in the tea, especially the stairs. There is also a ghost guard, holding a broken whip, with a stern whistle on his neck.

The darkness of the ink burned out. At this time, I saw a ghost in the distance alone. He had a red-red token on his waist and wore the same clothes as the guards. The ink burned in the dark, and watched him walk from himself to the step.

The ghost and the guard at the side of the ladder nodded. The night was very quiet, so the ink burned their conversations with ease.

"Seven brother, are you coming to the third officer's post?"

"Yeah. You are too fast."

"I have to wait a little longer, people haven't come yet. When he comes, I will rest."

The servant who changed the post went to the upstairs. The guard on the first floor yawned and yawned and continued to stay in the wind.

Seeing that they were so handed over, the ink burned suddenly and they thought of a somewhat dangerous idea...

There were three or two squeaks in the distance, hehe.

The branch crow "wow-wow-" shouted twice and seemed to have noticed something changed.

The guards who guarded the entrance were awake, looking around, glimpsing the thin night fog and walking slowly to a figure.

Closer, I found out that he was a young man he had never seen before, and the guards became more vigilant.

"who?"

"To change the job," the man said.

The red clouds drifted past, revealing a moonlight in the sky, illuminating his face, a handsome ghost guard.

But his five senses are straight and straight, and the eyebrows are full of love. This "ghost" who is changing jobs is not a smoldering person. Who is it?

He didn't know where to get a sinister armor, and put it on his body. The black and red tokens on his waist couldn't sway, and the stern whistle was hung on his chest, emitting cold and cool silver.

The guard said: "I have never seen you before."

"newcomer."

The guard will raise his hand in disbelief: "The brand?"

The ink burned the sign and handed it to him. The face is not moving, but the heart has been stretched to the extreme.

Fortunately, the guard turned the token over and over and looked at it many times. When he didn't notice what was wrong, he was too lazy to take another shot and patted his shoulder: "The second half of the house depends on you, I went home."

"Predecessors are good."

This predecessor called Shu Tan, the ghost screamed and laughed twice, and waved his hand: "Good boy, will meet again."

"Hey... seniors, wait a minute!"

"What?" The guard turned back.

The ink burned and smiled. It was natural to ask: "In this tribute, how many surnames are Chu?"

Ghost guards are wary: "What do you ask for this?"

“Mr. Chu from Shunfenglou asked.” Ink burning, “He has a distant relative, saying that he is also down. But Shunfenglou can’t find him, I don’t know if it’s here.”

Sure enough, Chu's reputation was still a bit shocking. The guard hesitated a bit and pointed to the second floor: "The three most in the middle, the three are all surnamed Chu. You can go and see."

The ink burned and smiled and said: "Thank you for your guidance."

"You're welcome." The predecessors were very stupid, "should be."

When the guard finished, he took a leisurely walk with Xiaoqu, and when he pa.s.sed the corner, he did not find that the true colleague who was supposed to change his post had been **** with a forbidden spell and was thrown into the gutter. The poor ghosts were all lighted up, revealing a thin single, full of anger, but the mouth was blocked completely, but it was not stunned, only sulking.

Ink burning is not rea.s.suring, although those who have lost the "tribute" have been turned into a group in the partial hall, no one is watching, only the outside of the curse enchantment, but it is not good to have squad patrol. With Rong Ji’s dislike of himself, he will inevitably take his own whereabouts.

Without further ado, you must make a quick decision.

The ink burned in place for a while, and the wave of soldiers who walked back and forth immediately went straight to the second floor. On the second floor, there was also a guard standing, crossing the □ to stop the ink.

"Stand up, what?"

"I am new to change the job today, on the first floor."

The guard frowned. "Then you are waiting on the first floor, what are you doing on this floor?"

The ink burned or lifted Chu to come to knock on the door bricks. Unexpectedly, this guard not only did not buy his account, but sternly said: "Even if Mr. Chu of Shunfeng Building is doing it? As long as he enters the palace, he will be owned by the four kings. If he wants to save his relatives, he will go and find the four kings. I can't take it!"

The ink burned secretly, and this guy was more intelligent than the one downstairs. He had to swear by his head: "I don't have to take him away today. But I have to take a look at whether I have found it wrong. People?"

"This is not easy? You told me the name, I will help you check. Why do you need to go in."

"..." The smoldering felt anxious, screaming with anger, and said, "Chu Ning. He is called Chu Ningning."

The guards were supposed to check the roster. When they heard the three words, they dropped the roster.

When the ink burned him, he suddenly felt a bunch of uneasiness in his heart and asked, "What's wrong? What's the problem?"

"What's the problem?" The guard sneered and asked, and then said, "You are really new and don't know how to be high. The four kings are coming to the palace today to enjoy the beauty. I have already seen this Chu Xianjun. If it is not the first seven people, The three souls have not yet gathered, and can't be brought to the fourth floor of h.e.l.l. I am afraid that he will be offered to the Ghost King this evening. You want him with me? You have any questions."

When the ink burned half of the time, he was already stunned. When the guards finished speaking, he said for a long time: "Is the four ghost kings watching him?"

"how?"

"...nothing. Then forget it, hara.s.s." The ink burned and turned over, and went downstairs for two steps. Then when the other party did not react, the martial arts had already condensed in the palm of his hand and suddenly turned over. Guard the neck!

Red light glare, flas.h.i.+ng past.

The so-called Shenwu, can hurt the ghost can kill G.o.d, the guard only had time to see the scarlet willow leaves in front of the eyes, heard this newcomer all resentfully said: "You really do not dare to rob people with the ghost king! "There is a sudden loss of wisdom and coma."

The ink burned his hands and cast the method, and tied him tightly. The mouth was sealed and kicked to the side, and he rushed to the end of the walkway.

At the end of the three, each is a solitary soul of Chu.

But I don’t know why, but I don’t know why it’s in my heart. I don’t even know how it feels like he has such a strange feeling. He slams open the door because he runs too fast and gasps. Standing in front of the second small pavilion.

He gasped, and a long, shattered ink hangs in front of his eyes. He forgot to open it, only to lie inside -

Rong Jiu said it was good.

This is a single room of the same size as the animal cage. The walls are clear and everything is dead gray.

The man in Wei Litou looked very warm, like the flame in the cold white.

Not every "tribute" is locked, at least not late. Perhaps because he has been seen by the four kings, the guards did not dare to offend. On the ground of his room, there was even a white fur felt, thick and soft, like a new snow in the winter.

Chu nightning is lying on the felt and sleeping. This person seems to kill and dare. In fact, there is always some restlessness in the heart. This is most obvious when he is asleep. He is always used to squatting and shrinking himself very small.

It seems that I am warming myself, and I seem to be afraid of who owns the empty s.p.a.ce. The thin person seems to be pitiful.

This soul is different from the human soul. There is no blood on his face. The clothes on the body were also changed. They wore a red silk dress with a brocade, a wide robe, a large sleeve, a dragon and a phoenix, and a golden b.u.t.terfly.

The smoldering was almost squatting forward, falling beside him, stretching his trembling hand, and stroking the face of Chu.

"Late Ning..."

It’s not the teacher’s respect that comes out of it, but the last time he used to call him.

Hate the blood of the sea, into the bones.

Chu Xiaoning was picked up by him, faint, and only woke up for a long time.

Open your eyes, but I saw that I was leaning against my ink, and the young, childish face in front of me had such concerns. He thought it might be a dream, so he frowned, half sighed, and closed his eyes again.

"Master!"

Someone called him in the ear.

This is not a late call.

"Master! Master!"

Chu night, Ning 驀 睜 open the eyes, although the face has not changed, but the fingertips have betrayed him, s.h.i.+vering slightly.

In the next moment, the ink burned his hand and put it on his face. He was crying and laughing. The handsome five senses became so embarra.s.sing and rude.

"Master," he whimpered, his eyes staring at him as if he couldn't say anything, and he couldn't stop repeating it. "Master..."

Chu nightning was held tightly by him, and finally he came back to the G.o.ds. He felt uncomfortable in the subconscious, so he broke his ink and got up and stared at him.

For a long time, I don’t speak a word.

Suddenly angry.

The ink burned and did not react. Chu’s hand was taken away, and then the backhand was slap in the face of the ink, and the black-browed anger was vertical and the sword was arrogant.

"Bick, how are you dead?!"

The ink burned open his mouth, just want to explain, but suddenly saw the moonlight, Chu night Ning angry but Sheng, but the eyes under the long eyelashes are forbearing, sad, seems unwilling, there seems to be a touch It’s the endless water color. After he finished, he bit his lower lip and locked the choking that made him feel humiliated and embarra.s.sed.

Some people broke a hole, and they wanted to let the whole world know that he was injured.

However, some people are arrogant and arrogant. Those who suffer from grievances and pains, even if they will be full of throat and blood, will also be swallowed up and not told.

He did not say that the ink burned was not known before.

I know it now, I only feel very distressed.

He wants to hold the night.

But Chu Xiaoning pushed him away, hoa.r.s.ely: "Roll."

Chu night Ning side face, a layer of chills to cover the heartache.

"You died at a young age, what face to see me."

"Master respect..."

"Get out." Chu nightning turned his face even more. "You and my mentoring have been broken. I am under the jade, not to accept the waste of the dead."

In the prime of life...

I was saddened by the burning of the ink. I listened to him so seriously and reprimanded himself. Suddenly, I felt that my heart was warm, and it seemed that there was spring water flowing out. He took a picture of his forehead and then covered his eyes. He couldn't help but bitter and sweet, and smiled sourly.

Chu Xiaoning heard his chuckle, but he was very angry. He turned back and said: "What are you laughing at, you--" He was angry and went to fan and slap, but his hand was caught by ink.

The young, warm eyes slowly groaned, did not speak, but took his hand and solemnly covered his chest.