Mo Ran was shocked, I didn't expect him to come to this trick, hurriedly dodged, and the sword edge stabbed his chest.
"Master wants to discuss with me. After all, try on the clothes first. Uncle is still waiting for me to get back to him."
"Let's learn from each other first, then try on the clothes."
"Uncle is waiting in a hurry. The tailor is still in the hall. If there is anything inappropriate, it must be corrected."
"Then break it down quickly."
"… "
At this point, Chu nightning and Xue Meng are very similar. They are both the masters of the martial arts, and it is extremely difficult to suppress. As soon as the two talked and answered, the long sword had stabbed the ink burning several key points, but the ink burning had been tempered for a long time, and the dodging was timely, otherwise people would be fine, and the clothes would be worth a thousand dollars to Chu nightning. Sore.
Suddenly, the sword body was placed on Mo Ran's shoulder. Chu nightning stopped in time, only hit him with the sword, and sneered and provoked: "Master Mo, is this enough?"
The ink burned by this person was forced to do nothing, and the clothes in his hand were nowhere to be placed. He smiled bitterly: "Master doesn't plan to let me now, but instead bullies me?"
Chu nightning eyes are like a bayonet, and the sword eyebrows are slightly frowned: "Do you still want me to let you live for a lifetime?"
"Haha, that's right."
"...Are you going to fight or not?"
"Okay, I'll fight, can't I fight?" Mo Ran smiled, shook his head, and the flames of his fingertips together, "Damn, call!"
The ghost came out, but Chu nightning was only an ordinary weapon, so the ink burned and did not pour spiritual power into the ghost. He just held the willow vine, and a sword was handed over from the front, and the ink burned back a few feet, and suddenly waved. Out of the vine whip, entangled the hilt of Chu nightning. Chu nightning didn't take it seriously, he flicked his wrist and broke free of the restraint, and his figure flashed behind the ink like a ghost, and the long blade was horizontal, and the ink burned the neck from the back.
Chu nightning sticks behind him, slightly gloomy: "You don't care, come again."
His soft and warm breath brushed against the ink-burning ears, and the ink-burning felt a burst of heat, the Adam's apple swayed under the blade, and said with a low smile: "Master, don't be so full of words first, and then take a closer look, did I care? ?"
When the voice fell, Chu nightning was shocked to realize that the burning Liu Teng had wrapped around his arm at some point, and he was firmly held in place, half an inch could not be moved.
Chu nightning stared at his arm for a while, and suddenly his eyes lit up with a sharp light.
"Huh? Yes, the foreword is retracted."
The ink burned and said with a smile: "How can you accept it if you want?"
"How are you doing?"
"I want Shizun to change clothes."
Chu nightning snorted coldly: "... Let's decide the outcome."
He said, pouring his own powerful spiritual power into his right arm, and he will be driven back by the ghost, and then swept back sharply, pulling away from the ink burning, and at the same time a sword light flashed, swept the sword in the air, and slashed towards the ink burning. go.
There was no way for the ink to burn, so I had to lift the whip again. For a time, Liu Teng and the long sword were ding-dong in the air. Neither of the two weapons had been fed to the spirit. There was no spectacular momentum of the spirit flow colliding with the flames and flying together. The tricks are all at their peak, and the clouds are flowing, and the ink burns with one hand and carries the robe to be changed for Chu nightning, so Chu nightning only fights with him with his right hand. It was actually glued and indistinguishable from top to bottom.
Chu nightning's breathing was heavy, and a drop of hot sweat dripped down through his dark sword eyebrows, reaching the eyelashes, but he was burning with the ink, and he couldn't be distracted at all, and the sweat dripped through the eyelashes and into the eye sockets. , He actually endured not blinking, his eyes were like the aurora of night fire, flashing with a terrifying light.
Big Dipper Immortal Venerable's fighting spirit has been completely aroused by his apprentice. He originally loved hearty battles and competitions, and he was indifferent and cold on weekdays, just because it was difficult to meet opponents. And the ink burned like a fire, banging, lighting up his pool of spirits, and the flames illuminated the sky in an instant.
When they hit the back, the long sword made an ominous squeak because it couldn't bear such a high-strength impact. Finally, with the two people's close blows in the air, it hummed loudly, and shattered into tens of millions between the two great masters. Some iron powder is crystal clear!
"The sword is broken." The ink burned helplessly, "Are you still playing?"
Chu nightning's eyes are full of smoke, he threw the hilt of the sword, the white clothes are slightly open, and the figure is taller and straighter, he said concisely and powerfully: "Fight."
"… "
The ink burned before he had time to take it back to hell, Chu nightning was extremely agile, like pulling a string, arrows out of a crossbow, and like a cheetah in the forest, a falcon in the snow, and it came straight to the ink. The ink burned hurriedly withdrew to the hell, raised his hand to block, and the two of them competed in a new way, and the fight was inseparable.
Close-to-close combat and blade warfare are different. Strong and tall people tend to have an advantage. What's more, the skills of Chu Wanning and Mo Ran are almost the same, so this time, Chu Wanning obviously ate it. deficit.
The ink burned and smiled: "Master, don't fight, if you don't need spiritual power, to be honest, you can't beat me."
Chu nightning was extremely angry: "The rebel is arrogant!"
"Don't be arrogant, don't be arrogant, if Shizun is angry, I will let Shizun do ten tricks."
"Mo Weiyu!" Chu nightning was angry and angry, and the kung fu on his fists and feet was faster and more ruthless.
Begonia flowers fell one after another, soft as the wind blowing snow, and the two master and apprentice under the tree whipped their legs vigorously, doing everything they could. After more than 80 rounds, Chu nightning gradually felt that his physical strength was a bit overdrawn - he first practiced the sword for half an hour before the ink burned, and then used the sword and the ink to burn more than a hundred back and forth, it was really very good. exhausted.
But his eyes were bright, his heartbeat was fast, and his handsome face was full of energy and brilliance.
The longer they fought, the more stalemate the strength struggled. Chu nightning suddenly turned sideways, his elbows fell to the ink burning chest and ribs, but he was caught by the ink burning.
The two pressed against each other, their arms and arms were shaking...
Chu nightning's arm was held so tightly by the ink, and the thick and slender fingers seemed to crush him and break his bones.
The animal nature and desire to conquer the burning ink were also burned in this flesh-to-flesh fight. He suddenly exerted force and finally restrained Chu Wanning's force, and then suddenly backhanded -
Chu nightning was startled suddenly, and when he came back to his senses, he was firmly trapped in his sweaty arms by the ink burning.
"Are you still fighting?" Mo Ran had a laughing voice behind him, his back was close to Mo Ran's broad chest, his heartbeat was up and down, the young man's chest was as hot as fire, and iron was strong, like a burning rock. , to rub his entire body in and melt it away. The smoldering lips and teeth were attached to the back of his ears, and the breath he exhaled was hot, all sprayed on the back of his naked and exposed neck, and Chu nightning, because he had a high bun, was not blocked by his hair, and he could feel the other side's wolf-like terrifying. His breath, almost like this, the male breath that he pierced through and tore apart.
Because of sweat, the violence is sticky and lingering, moist like spring water...
"Master, are you still fighting?"
"..." Chu nightning bit his lower lip, and his phoenix eyes climbed red.
Damn, he's not reconciled!
He was about to fight again, but his lips were sticking down at this moment, as if it was a coincidence, if he rubbed the earlobe, the rough and warm feeling made him suddenly get goosebumps, Chu Wan Ning Han Mao stood upright, gritted his teeth and said, "Let me go!"
Although his words were fierce, but his body trembled uncontrollably in the arms of the ink burning. Fortunately, because the fighting was out of power, the ink burning could not tell what he was trembling because of, in fact, the ink burning could not protect itself, and how could it be divided? The heart found that Chu nightning was abnormal.
Chu nightning heard his low opening, his voice was hoarse, very much like the voice when he was deeply lustful, with a playful chuckle: "After letting go, is the master willing to go back to the room to change clothes?"
Chu nightning was so excited that the phoenix eyes were slightly red, and he said angrily: "... let go!"
His evasion was exchanged for the opponent's stronger and rude restraint. Chu nightning's arm was almost misplaced. When he was soft, he couldn't help it, hoarsely, and snorted lowly.
This sound is too like a moan on the bed, and the ink burned suddenly, and the lower body immediately responded. He and Chu nightning's body are clinging to each other at the moment, he is afraid that the master can immediately perceive his hot and hard anger, how dare the ink burn to let Chu nightning know? He almost subconsciously pushed Chu Wanning away, and dared not suppress the other party from behind.
That is, at the moment of letting go, Chu nightning was empty, holding the suffocating suffocation, hugging his arm that was pinched, looking back and kicking with a whip, using real strength, the unexpected ink burned and turned over. on the ground. Where did the ink burn to think that this guy would suddenly squat, the whole person was kicked, lying on the ground, feeling that the ribs were going to be broken, and the pain was frowning.
"Master, you are too..."
Victory by a little bit.
In the second half of the sentence, I didn't dare to say, the ink burned reluctantly to narrow the eyes of the painful water vapor, and tried to look up at Chu Wanning.
He saw that his master's shirt was scattered, and the white silk shirt had been wide open due to the fierce struggle, revealing a tight and smooth chest, which was up and down with the rapid breathing. Chu nightning was panting, and he suddenly pulled his scattered clothes, his forehead was scattered, and his temples were evacuated. Because of the fierce fighting, his eyes were still red at the moment.
Chu nightning slowly stood up straight, looking down at him from top to bottom, his chin raised slightly, his eyes were blazing, and he was majestic and arrogant.
He recovered his breath and said, "You lose. It's no use being tall."
The ink burned and couldn't laugh or cry. When he spoke, there was blood on the corner of his mouth: "Isn't it lost? Even the bones will be kicked off by the master."
"… "
When he said this, Chu nightning was a little weak, and he played well just now. He didn't remember whether his last kick was closed. He leaned over and pressed the rib of the ink burning: "Where did you kick?"
"This way..."
"Does it hurt?"
"..." The pain is certain, but now that I am not a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy, what does it look like to shout pain to the master.
Chu nightning saw that his face was not very good, so he reached out and took the stack of clothes, and the other hand exerted force, trying to put the ink up, but he didn't expect that his strength was too much, and the ink was heavy and heavy. Gao, he did not pull under this pull, but the whole person fell on Mo Ran. He heard the people under him groan in pain, and sat up quickly, without thinking too much, and went to see the ink burning injury.
"Does it matter?" Chu nightning's face turned white.
Mo Ran frowned and added his forehead with his hand: "You get off me first."
Fortunately, he can still speak, and it seems that he is not crushed to death.
Chu nightning hurriedly prepared, but people who lost their strength were often not so easy to get up when they fell down. The legs were actually soft, and they were often not very stable.
This fall, the fall is not the position, it is on the waist and crotch of the ink burning. Chu nightning did not pay attention at first, but he is wearing very little at the moment, only a thin layer of silk fabric, and this position is so embarrassing, he moved , Almost immediately, he felt that there was a hard and huge thing, and it was pressing his sword against him.
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Small Theater "Ink Burning Coquettish Way"
Chu nightning: Come on, I'll play with you.
Ink burning 1.0: No, no, I can't beat Shizun, Shizun asked me to do ten tricks, but I still can't beat Shizun qaq
Chu nightning: Come on, I'll play with you.
Ink Burn 2.0: What if I lose? If I lose, let me love Shizun ^_^
Chu nightning: Come on, I'll play with you.
Ink burning 0.5: (playing eyes) Still have the strength to fight? Did I... didn't bully you enough yesterday