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The ink burned when he heard the words, and it was too late to end the momentum.

Only the loud noise of the bang was heard, and the hissing snake burst into the sky at the moment it was thrown, like a Tenglong swallowing flames, roaring from the palm of the ink to the corpse. The blazing flames almost scorched the entire corridor, bringing the fire to move the stars and land, and ascended the clouds out of the Ding Lake. Almost in the blink of an eye, the dozens of soldiers who were at the forefront, together with the bricks, tiles and vegetation, burned to the ground!

Chu nightning: "..."

Ink burning: "..."

"Isn't it asking you to pour less spiritual power!" Chu nightning frowned and said angrily.

"When you said it, I already..." Suddenly thought that I couldn't talk back to the master, and I had to be respectful. The ink burned and shut up, saying, "The teacher taught me."

"Forget it." Chu nightning flicked his sleeves, "I said it was too late."

The ink burned for a while - it turns out that if the master is to be soft, just take the fault first by yourself, okay?

He blinked and laughed involuntarily.

Chu nightning glanced at him: "What are you smirking, still not leaving?"

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Chapter 115 The Master Is Married

"Let's go." The ink burned, and suddenly thought of something, with a worried look on his face, "Master, I killed so many soldiers, I am afraid that the ghost world will finish playing with us."

"It doesn't matter." Chu nightning said, "The move just now will not make the opponent's soul fly away. They just have their souls shattered, and they will gather again in a few days."

The ink burned the words and looked carefully, and sure enough, there was a little bit of soul broken light floating in the scorching embers, like a firefly. Before I could see more, Chu nightning had already pulled him and said, "Run."

After the broken walls and ruins, a group of soldiers who were more bào angry rushed to the hog, Chu nightning and Mo Ran hurried on the Biwa Feizhu, and Mo Ran asked: "Master, since they will not die, If you can't offend the ghost world, why don't you let me pour more spiritual power to repel them all?"

Chu nightning said coldly: "You try the trick just now."

Although Mo Ran didn't know why he said this, he still tried it. Unexpectedly, this time, it was only a small cluster of fireworks, and he seemed to be very tired, where did he have the momentum of swallowing the mountains and rivers of Sun and Moon Town.

"The more spiritual power you fill, the longer you need to rest." Chu nightning said, "It's too late. Do you remember?"

"remembered."

After a pause, the ink burned and said.

"Master. I suddenly remembered something. Guess what I thought of?"

"what?"

"I thought that in Taoyuan Illusion, you also taught me to make a rattan whip. At that time, you were very short." Mo Ran grinned and made a good gesture, "I can't even reach my waist."

Chu nightning heard the words and was suddenly tripped.

"Be careful!"

"Go away." If he was still alive, Chu nightning's ears should be red. He was annoyed, "You are so promising, and you are inversely taller than Xia Si, why don't you compare with me?"

The ink burned and smiled. He didn't compare with him. Although he is taller now, he is no longer as tall as the master when he was in Caidie Town, but he is just on an equal footing.

He glanced at the master, and secretly wrote down a stroke. In a few years, when his body is completely completed, he must compare and compare Chu nightning.

Here, Emperor Stepping Immortal is doing a small abacus, and Yuheng is in a complicated mood in the evening over there.

Although he mostly guessed that Mo Ran already knew that he was Xia Sini's business, but listening to him say this with his own ears, he still felt that he had lost his face, and his face had no place to rest.

After all... he raised his head and shouted "Master".

The more you think about it, the more embarrassed you are, the more you think about it, the more angry you are. Chu nightning ran faster and left the ink behind.

The ink burned his mind, and he was not in a hurry to chase, only half a step away, firmly following him. They fled against the roaring night wind and looked at the man who was close at hand. The red clothes were bullying blood, like falling maple and flowing clouds. The golden butterflies on the robes were embroidered to life, and the robes became more and more colorful.

A bitter and sweet satisfaction suddenly rose in his heart.

At this moment, he is grateful, he can still see Chu Wanning, and he can still be instructed by Chu Wanning as in the past.

In a few years, if it goes well, he can lower half his head and smile with a smile: "The disciple is taller than the master, and the disciple stands obediently, and the master can step on his feet."

His heart is very warm and hot, just thinking that God really treats him well.

Not everyone who makes a mistake can have the opportunity to start over, and not everyone can tolerate and forgive when they are hurt.

His master is a cold-hearted person, and it took him so long to know.

Two more groups of chasing soldiers were driven, and the main entrance of the palace entrance was within sight.

Looking back, those soldiers were thrown far away and could no longer catch up with them. The ink burned a little relieved, and then the breath was not relieved to the end, and I heard a thunder in front of me.

In the thunder and fire, a huge shoulder tree appeared, and eight brave men with tangled muscles knelt on the shoulders, carrying them steadily. A chubby man wrapped in white shòu fur, with loose long hair and a lazy demeanor was lying on top of his head, with a beautiful woman in his arms, one was beating his shoulders, and the other was feeding him cherries.

Although this pot-bellied man is a soul, he has cultivated into a flesh, so the fruit is actually the same as that of a living person.

Usually eat, not just go through to taste.

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