The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

Chapter 25: I hate him to death!

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Chu nightning "Get out" three words stuck in the throat, gloomy face silent for a long time, and finally slowly changed to: "Get in."

"Huh? Your door is not locked?" After a whole day of cold war, Mo Ran deliberately reconciled with him, and while talking, he pushed the door and came in, as if nothing had happened. Chu nightning sat at the table expressionlessly, raised his eyelids, and glanced at him lightly.

In all honesty, the ink-burning is very good-looking, and as soon as you walk in the door, the whole room brightens up. He is indeed very young, his skin is tight, it seems to exude a faint radiance, the corners of his mouth are naturally slightly curled, and he seems to be smiling when he has no emotions.

Chu nightning calmly took his eyes away from Mo Ran, his slender eyelashes hung down, raised his hand and smothered an incense stick on the table, and then asked coldly:

"What are you here for?"

"I'm coming... Look at your injury." Mo Ran coughed a few times, his eyes fell on Chu nightning's shoulder, and he was slightly stunned, "Has it been changed?"

Chu nightning lightly: "Well."

The ink burns speechless: "..."

He really hates Chu Wanning, and he is also angry that Chu Wanning injured the teacher. But after calming down, the ink burned is not without conscience, hatred and hatred, he did not forget how Chu nightning's shoulder was injured.

In the suffocating coffin, it was Chu nightning who tightly guarded himself in his arms and blocked the claws of the ghost master with his own body. He trembled in pain and did not let go...

For Chu Wanning, the ink burning is very disgusting.

But in addition to disgust, for some reason, it is always mixed with some very complicated emotions.

He is a rude person. He didn't read books when he was a child. Although he has made up some literary knowledge later, in many delicate things, especially related to feelings, he is still easy to fail.

For example, in the case of Chu nightning, Mo Ran touched his head and pondered for a long time, and the back of his head was about to be bald, and he couldn't figure out what this feeling was.

He can only identify a certain emotion: like, hate, hate, happy, unhappy.

If several kinds of emotions are mixed together, the wise and martial emperor Treading Immortal will see gold stars in his eyes and become completely dizzy.

I don't understand, I don't understand, I don't know, help, my head hurts.

So the ink burned too lazy to think about it, anyway, except for the teacher, he didn't have the time to study it carefully.

He secretly wrote down a bad debt to Chu nightning in his heart, while secretly calculating that there will be opportunities in the future, he must pay it back twice, and at the same time, he feels guilty, and the war between heaven and man finally knocked on the door of Chu nightning.

He didn't want to owe Chu Wanning.

But Chu nightning is more stubborn than he thinks, and he is old and cruel.

The ink burned and stared at a pile of blood-stained cotton yarn on the table, a basin full of blood-stained hot water, and a sharp knife thrown aside at will, the tip of the knife was still hanging with flesh and blood, and his head was big.

How on earth did this man manage to heal himself

Is he really able to cut the rotten flesh wound without blinking his eyelids like this? Just imagining that scene made my scalp tingle, is this guy still human

When I remembered that when I just cleaned the wounds for the teacher, the teacher groaned softly in pain, with tears in the corners of his eyes. Rao Mo Ran didn't like Chu Wanning anymore, and he couldn't help but give him a series of compliments in his heart—

Elder Yuheng is indeed a domineering and pure man, and he has taken it.

Standing in place for a while, Mo Ran first broke the silence. He coughed twice, his toes rubbed against the floor, and said awkwardly, "I was in Chen's house just now... Master, I'm sorry."

Chu nightning did not speak.

Mo Ran glanced at him secretly: "I shouldn't yell at you."

Chu nightning still ignored him, this person's face was light, as always, there was no expression, but he was aggrieved in his heart, but he didn't say anything.

Mo Ran walked over and got closer, only to see that Chu nightning wrapped his shoulders in a mess, and the cotton yarn was tied up, like tying himself up like a crab.

"… "

Also, how good can a man who can't even wash his clothes be expected to tie himself up

With a sigh, the ink burned and said: "Master, don't be angry."

"Your eye saw me angry?" Chu nightning said angrily.

Ink burning: "..."

after awhile.

"Master, the dressing is not like this..."

He pushed back unceremoniously: "Want you to teach me?"

Ink burning: "..."

He raised his hand and wanted to help Chu Wanning to untie the gauze and wrap it again, but observing the words and expressions, he felt that if he dared to touch him, he would probably get a big scratch, and he couldn't help but hesitate.

The hand was raised and put down, put down and raised again, repeated several times, Chu nightning was annoyed. Staring at him sideways: "What are you doing? Are you still trying to beat me?"

"..." I really want to fight, but not now.

Mo Gas smiled, regardless of whether it was three, seven or twenty, he suddenly reached out and pressed his shoulders, with dimples floating on the corners of his mouth: "Master, let me re-bandage it for you."

Chu nightning originally wanted to refuse, but the warm fingers of the ink had already covered him. He suddenly felt a little dry and astringent and couldn't speak, so his lips moved slightly, and he still let him go.

The gauze was peeled off layer by layer, soaked with blood, and when it was all removed, the five holes were dazzling.

Just looking at it, I feel shivering, which is many times more serious than the hole on the teacher's face.

The ink burned and I didn't know what to do, I stared at it for a while, and suddenly asked softly: "Does it hurt?"

Chu nightning drooped his long eyelashes, and just said lightly: "It's okay."

The ink burned and said: "I am lighter."

Chu nightning didn't know what to think, and suddenly the earrings were a little red. As a result, I got angry with myself again, I felt that I was crazy, and I didn't know what I was thinking about all day, so the expression on my face became stiffer and my temper worsened, and I said dryly, "As you like."

The candles in the guest room are flickering, and through the dim light, it can be seen that some places have not been coated with ointment at all.

"Master."

"Um?"

"What's the matter with you at Chen's house today? Why did you suddenly hit someone?" He asked while applying ointment.

Chu nightning was silent for a while, and said: "It's just not enough."

The ink burned and asked: "What makes you angry?"

Chu nightning didn't want to care about the younger generation at this time, so he told the story of Luo Xianxian to Mo Ran in a succinct manner. After Mo Ran listened to it, he shook his head: "You are too stupid, this kind of thing, you can even be angry. However, you shouldn't conflict with them face to face. In my words, I'll make a mess of tricks, trick them into saying that the Specter is gone, then pat them on the buttocks and leave, and let them die on their own. For such a rotten person, making such a fuss, I don't know how to work around it, and I accidentally injured the teacher-"

Halfway through the words, the ink burned suddenly stopped. Two eyes stared at Chu Wanning, silent.

He tied the bandages carefully, and for a while, he was a little forgetful, and the tone of talking to Chu nightning, unconsciously became the appearance of thirty-two years old, no big or small.

Chu nightning obviously noticed that he was squinting his eyes, looking at the ink burning coldly, and his eyes were a familiar sentence - "Look at me, I won't kill you".

"Uh… "

Before thinking of the countermeasures in his mind, Chu nightning has already opened his mouth.

He said very indifferently, "Is Shi Mingjing the one I want to fight?"

When it comes to the teacher, the ink burned the originally awake brain and began to commit the shaft, and the tone became hard: "Didn't you hit that person?"

That blow, Chu nightning, regretted it, but he couldn't hang on his face. At this time, he was sullen and didn't say a word.

Chu nightning is a stubborn species, and the ink burning is an infatuation species. The two eyes meet, and sparks are smashing. The atmosphere that had just eased a little, became hopelessly deadlocked again.

The ink burned and said: "The teacher has never been wrong, Master, you hurt him by mistake, don't you want to say sorry?"

Chu nightning narrowed his eyes dangerously: "Are you questioning me?"

"...I didn't." Mo Ran paused, "I just feel sorry for his innocent involvement, but I can't get an apology from the master."

Under the candlelight, the handsome and youthful young man wrapped the last bandage on Chu Wanning's wound, and knotted it carefully. Especially Chu Wanning, his chest is like a jar of vinegar, and the sour taste can't stop surging, angry and annoyed.

Apologize

How to write apology? Who will teach him

The ink burned and said: "The wound on his face, it will take half a year for him to retreat. When I just gave him medicine, he still told me not to blame you, Master, he does not blame you, but Do you think you are in charge of this?"

This sentence is tantamount to adding fuel to the fire.

Chu nightning held back for a while, but after all, he didn't hold back, suppressed his voice, and said solemnly: "Get out."

Ink burning: "..."

Chu nightning said angrily: "Go away!"

The ink burned out, and the door slammed shut in front of him, almost pinching his fingers. The ink is burning, look at it, look at it! Who is this? Shouldn't he just apologize? A golden face like something, what's the difficulty of saying sorry when you touch your lips up and down? This seat is Stepping Immortal Emperor, and this seat is not shy about apologizing to others. And the Big Dipper Immortal Venerable, halfway through his speech, he was inexplicably like swallowing gunpowder, what a tantrum!

It's no wonder that such a handsome face is not uncommon!

Blind for nothing, deserve to be single for a lifetime!

Since Chu Ningning ignored him and gave him a closed door to eat, the high-ranking Emperor Taixian Emperor Human Realm Emperor Zun certainly wouldn't be dead skinny and roll over the threshold. Although he is tough, he can't get rid of it like a candy stick, but he is sticking to the teacher, not the teacher.

Immediately left without caring, and went to accompany the teacher.

"Why are you back?" The beauty teacher, who had already lay down and rested, saw the ink burning in, stunned, sat up, and her long black hair was hanging down, "How is the teacher?"

"It's good, the temper is still as big as usual."

Teacher: "..."

The ink burned a chair and sat there, with his hands on the back of the chair of the master, with a lazy smile hanging on the corner of his mouth, looking back and forth at the appearance of the teacher with soft long hair.

The teacher said: "Why don't I go and see him..."

"Wow, don't think about it." Mo Ran rolled his eyes, "It's fierce."

"You made him angry again?"

"Does he need someone to provoke him? He can be angry with himself. I think he is made of wood, and he will burn right away."

The teacher shook his head, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

The ink burned: "You rest early, I will go downstairs to borrow a kitchen and make some food for you."

The teacher said: "What's the trouble? You haven't slept all night, you don't sleep yourself?"

"Haha, I'm in good spirits." Mo Ran smiled, "But if you can't bear me, I can accompany you for a while until you fall asleep."

The teacher quickly waved his hand and said warmly: "No, you have to look at me like this, but I can't sleep. You should go to bed earlier, don't be tired."

The curvature of the corners of the mouth was slightly stiff, and the ink burned a little sad.

Although the teacher is gentle with him, he always maintains an attitude of being distant and close. People who are clearly close at hand are like the moon in the mirror, the flowers in the water, which can be seen but cannot be seen.

"...Okay." In the end, I just tried to cheer up and laughed, and the smile of the ink burned was very bright. When this person is not bad, he is actually stupid and cute, "If you need to call me, I will be next door. , or downstairs."

"Um."

Mo Ran raised his hand and wanted to touch his hair, but finally held back. He turned his hand in midair and scratched his head.

"I'm leaving."

Out of the house, Mo Ran couldn't help but sneezed.

He sniffed.

Because of the production of incense in Caidie Town, the prices of various kinds of incense and reclining incense are not expensive, so the inn is not stingy. Each room is lit with a long special high incense, which can ward off evil spirits and dehumidify. , three can make the room fragrant.

But when the ink burned, it was uncomfortable to smell the incense, but the teacher liked it, so he endured it.

When I came downstairs, the ink burned and came to the shopkeeper, stuffed a silver ingot for him, narrowed his eyes, and said with a smile: "The shopkeeper, it's convenient."

The shopkeeper looked at the silver and smiled more politely than the ink burned: "What is the order of Xianjun?"

The ink burned: "I see that there are not many people here for breakfast. I have discussed with you. The kitchen will be used by me this morning. Please return the other guests."

How much money can you make early? He might not be able to earn a single silver ingot in half a month. The shopkeeper immediately smiled and agreed, leading Mo Weiyu, who was swaggering, to go to the kitchen of the inn.

"Xianjun wants to cook by himself? Why don't we let the chefs in our shop do it, the craftsmanship is very good."

"No." Mo Ran laughed, "Have the shopkeeper heard of the Drunk Jade Building in Xiangtan?"

"Ah... Is that the famous music house that left the water more than a year ago?"

Ink burning: "Well."

The boss took a peek outside and determined that his daughter-in-law was busy and didn't eavesdrop, so he snickered: "Why haven't you heard of it? The most famous restaurant by the Xiangjiang River used to have a famous singer, that's called a famous restaurant. Move the world, but unfortunately it is far away, otherwise I would also like to listen to her play a song."

The ink burned and smiled: "Thanks for the praise, I thank her for her."

"For her? For her?" The shopkeeper was puzzled, "Do you know her?"

The ink burned and said: "It's more than just knowing."

"Wow... Xianjun can't see it, eh? But you cultivators, can you also... um..."

Mo Ran interrupted him with a smile: "Besides Le Kui, do you know anything else?"

"Well... Eating food is said to be a must."

The ink burned the corners of his mouth, and his smile became clearer. He skillfully picked up the kitchen knife and said: "Before I practised Taoism, I played for several years in the kitchen of Zuiyulou. You said that your cooks are delicious. , or did I cook delicious?"

The shopkeeper was even more surprised, and said incoherently, "Xianjun is really... Really..."

I really can't come out for a long time.

Mo Ran looked at him sideways, with a calm and proud smile on the corner of his mouth, and said lazily: "Go out, this chef is going to cook."

The shopkeeper didn't know that he was talking to the former Lord of Darkness, so he pulled his cheeks smugly: "I have admired the exquisite desserts of Zuiyulou for a long time, I don't know if Xianjun will make it in a while, can you give me a face and give me a taste? Son?"

He thought that this requirement was not high, and Mo Ran would definitely agree.

Who knew that Mo Ran squinted his eyes and said with a bad smile: "Want to eat?"

"Um!"

"I want to be beautiful!" Mo Ran snorted, and the pride was not mentioned, and he muttered, "Is this the master who can easily cook and serve people? I did this specially for the teacher, or for the sake of He, this seat will never cook with a fire..."

He muttered as he pulled out a radish and began to cut it.

"..." The shopkeeper slumped, stood embarrassedly rubbing his hands, laughed for a while, and then went out.

He also muttered in his heart.

Still this seat? At a young age, I am afraid that the spiritual core has not yet been formed. Seeing what he was talking about, his junior sister was long and his junior sister was short, but there was no female Taoist priest among the people who were with him today.

The shopkeeper rolled his eyes.

It is expected that this person is ill, not very ill.

The ink burned in the kitchen for a long time, and stayed for two hours. It was almost noon, and then I stopped work and ran upstairs excitedly to call the teacher up.

When passing by Chu Wanning's room, he slowly stopped.

Are you going to ask him to eat...

Thinking of Chu nightning's bad temper, Mo Ran pouted and looked contemptuous.

Don't call, don't call, the total is just that little bit, no part of him!