Chapter 299

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It just felt so painful.

His fingertips trembled slightly in the palm of the ink that was gradually sweating.

The ink burned to see that he was silent, and he became more and more nervous, afraid that he would be disheartened and did not want to return to the world.

But he didn't dare to move, afraid that if he moved, Chu night would abandon him. He maintained a warm smile and said, "I counted too fast just now, you should not be ready, I will count again."

"one two Three."

Chu nightning: "..."

The ink-burning Adam's apple rolled, and he was shaking. He almost smiled and begged: "Master, did you hear it?"

Chu nightning's phoenix eyes seem to finally have some gods, but they still seem dazed, looking at the burning face of the ink, without any expression.

"I'll count it again slowly, I'm afraid you won't listen." Mo Ran said, "One, two, three."

"..."

"I'll count to the last..."

"one two Three."

"It's really the last time."

"one two Three……"

Chu nightning seems to be ruthlessly looking at him kneeling in front of him, over and over again, and counts the people who are one, two, three, one, two and three like a fool. Let the dead trees bloom, and the dead come back to life.

The apprentice in front of him counted stubbornly and diligently, clumsily and stubbornly, as if he was counting his own sins and how his master treated him well.

Counting to the end, the voice is trembling, and the smile is panic.

"Master."

Mo Ran raised his head, his eyes were red, but he had already killed Chu Wanning to such a degree that he did not want to cry in front of the conscious Chu Wanning, and then make the master sad.

So he endured it, still smiling, with a negotiated relaxed tone.

"I'll count it again, you take care of me, okay?"

Chu nightning was suddenly stabbed like a knife by his plea.

He was almost stunned, and he had to pull his hand out of the ink-burning fingertips.

But this time, the ink burned him tightly, and he didn't let go of anything.

The young man looked at him firmly and slowly, his eyes unblinking, like a dog.

He said, "One, two,..."

Suddenly there were rushing footsteps, shouts, and curses. Chu nightning suddenly raised his head and looked at the lights downstairs like a sea, and the vast army of yīn soldiers chased over and rushed to their place.

Rong Jiu finally caught the opportunity to inform.

"There! Upstairs! Upstairs!"

"Catch that little thief!"

"It's the other way around!"

Anxiety turned the world upside down, and torches and ghosts rolled from afar like cháo water to devour the two of them, obliterate them, and smash them into the endless hell.

The ink burned but did not look back. At that moment, he held the hand of Chu nightning, and suddenly it was very quiet.

Although Chu nightning is not his lover, he is the one he loves and respects, the one who loves him and treats him well. He looked at him with peace of mind.

Chu night Ning scolded him: "Are you dizzy?! What are you still doing?"

As he said, he pulled the hand that burned the ink and pulled him up from the ground. His eyes were shining in the floating lights, no different from when he was born. Chu nightning frowned and said angrily: "Let's go!"

The ink burned for a moment: "Are we?"

Chu nightning was extremely annoyed: "Who else can it be?!"

The ink burned, he trembled and closed his eyes, opened them again, and then smiled suddenly. The smile was very beautiful, and the eyes were still dyed with water mist, like flowers dipped in dewdrops, and the splendor was boundless.

He finally, finally breathed a sigh of relief, and clasped Chu nightning's fingers tightly.

Ten fingers jiāo grip.

He pressed against Chu nightning's forehead, whispered, solemnly, said: "Three."

"Three what three! Let's go!"

The endless ghosts outside chased after him, and the ink burned and looked back, ahhh, a little anxious: "Master, open a barrier first! Then I will transfer you to the soul lamp!"

"Won't."

"...What?!" Mo Ran was dumbfounded.

Chu nightning was cold, but still a little embarrassed and angry: "If I still have mana, how can I be trapped in this broken cage?"

"..."

Got it.

The soul of Chu nightning, what is missing is "cultivation".

Since the soul is put into the soul lamp, it is necessary to sing a spell without interruption. Although it does not take long, this situation is absolutely impossible, and the ink can only pull Chu Wanning to run.

Fortunately, although Chu Wanning's cultivation base is lost, but his skills are still there, it will not be a hindrance. The two rushed to the road, followed by the endless stream of yīn soldiers, and ran to the door of the main hall. Chu nightning asked: "Do you recognize the way?"

The ink burned: "I don't know."

Chu nightning: "..."

The ink burned but was not discouraged, and pointed to the towering palace wall: "Go up and see more clearly."

Fortunately, Chu night Ning Qinggong has a solid foundation, and even if there is no cultivation support, it is still not a problem to fly over the walls. He stepped on the eaves and looked down and saw that the corpse had been slaughtered in anger, and he said to the ink: "You will be summoned to hell!"

The ink burned according to the words, the palms were rubbed together, and a dazzling scarlet brilliance was like a snake spitting out a letter, and it rushed out, the crimson willow leaves swayed, and the gods and vines were coiled around.

at his feet.

"After five li of spiritual energy, enter Quchi, gather in Shangyang, and pump it down."

brush!

Chu nightning seemed to suddenly think of something and added: "Let's pour some spiritual power."

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