Chapter 112: Show up

The next morning, the sky woke up and was stunned by the window. It was the snow that had been under the night. Jing Lin still slept in his chest, and he touched a few slippery hot and hot, and love could not help. The roots of the legs and the waist were marked by the marks, and when they were touched, they slipped into the quilt.
The sky is a bit bad.
He was at most half full last night, and the 18th martial arts was not enough to display. He fished the jade, and he was ready to grind a few times. Net Lin was beaten with soft legs and a few breaths between the teeth.
The knees of the sky were separated from the legs of Jinglin, and the afterglow of last night made a piece of softness. He entered the road with a light footstep, with a pure and gasping lip, and continued to push it.
Jing Lin has not yet awake, swallowing hard. It swayed hot and wet, and the neck of the sky was kissed and suffocated.
This one is not fierce, but it also provoked two people to sweat.
"Come a few more times." The warmth of the sky and the fingers of the net Lin wipe clean sweat and tears, "call a few more to listen."
The net Lin was confusing, and he shouted several "brothers".
When the quilt opened, the bed was covered with a piece of sweat, and the sweat was oozing on the back. When Lin Lin stood up, things slipped a leg, and the sky went out of bed and took a shirtless man to copy it up and carry it to the bath.
The net Lin changed the clothes and felt that it was alive. The sky opened the door, and the cold outside suddenly hit the face.
The snow is gone, but the mountain is frozen three feet a night. When the sky was pushed, the door was covered with ice rafts. He shook his shoes and swayed to the porch, and the small stone pillars in the courtyard were frozen.
"Icy frozen overnight." Jing Lin covered his cuffs tightly, "can not be separated from the sect."
"I accidentally missed the dragon's breath last night." The sky looked back. "You are all smelling the dragon, and he must smell it."
Jing Lin sniffed his wrist and said, "You haven't been robbed, how can I have a dragon's breath?"
Cangwu hugs his arm and says, "If you stayed before, if I died too early, it would be more intense."
Jing Lin said: "I will come?"
The sky turned back from the porch: "Zongyin has been searching for the dragon's machine, and it smells like it will be drawn by it. Today's big cold, I guess this is a sign that he is unable to control himself. Even if he doubts this is The field trap will also come to an end."
"He can come or not." Jing Lin walked out of the shelter. "If the mountain does not come, I will go to the mountain."
The mist in the mountains stands in the snow, and the wild boar runs for fun. It arches the slopes buried in the autumn, cuts the ice and snow, and drags the accumulated roots out to chew.
The of the soil was collapsed, and the tree that leaned back was slammed. The wild boar licked the snow flakes that had been splashed, and ignored it. It was hungry for five or six days, and the villagers at the foot of the mountain moved away, and the cellar was empty and did not eat.
The wild boar chewed and swallowed a pit.
Behind the footsteps of the snow, the wild boar turned back and saw a man with a half-length in the fog. The snow was buried in his leg, but he was hot and red, and his nose was heavy.
The wild boar smells sensitive and distinguishes the wet and salty taste of the tide. It is suspicious that this is the monster that ran out of the sea, because his arms were hot and cracked like cracks, like fish scales. His face was covered by the heat of exhalation, and he could glimpse his eyebrows.
He is like a fire, still hungry.
The wild boar suddenly turned his head and ran wildly. It lingered in the snow nest, screaming in front of it. The back was scraped off the pine branches, and a brain was drilled in the wood. The footsteps in the back were rushing, and the man ran wildly.
The wild boar was dragged by the powerful arms to the heels, and it screamed and slammed into the tree poles, picking up a snow mist. The man's arms are like iron tongs, dragging the wild boar back. The wild boar's earning is like a sinking sea, leaving no room for manoeuvre between his arms.
The man dragged the wild boar that had already swallowed and walked in the mountains. He walked very fast, as if there was something urging him so that he could not delay. When he broke off the branches and walked out of the woods, Jing Lin was waiting for him.
"Since I entered my mountain." Net Lin cold, "Don't say hello?"
The singer immediately dragged the wild boar back and sprinted. He jumped over the snow pit, and the wild boar hit the ground and made a dull sound. He is fast, but he doesn't dare to shape it. Just as he was about to jump over the narrow mouth of the mountain, he threw a man on the left side and slammed the singer into the snow.
The side of the vowel was crushed and slammed into the snow. He gasped and suddenly slammed back. The sky was elbowed on the chest by his elbow, and he sighed. He immediately hugged the elbow's elbow, and his knees slammed into the side of the vowel. Zongyin had to endure and climbed up, and the sky had already licked his head and slammed into the snow. The singer panted, and grabbed the wrist of the sky with one hand, and turned it to the ground with the shoulders. The singer is going to run, and the palms of his hands are holding his ankles, and when he rolls, he turns the singer to the ground. The singer's one arm was steady, and the hook legs stretched the neck of the sky.
"Who are you!" Zongyin's strong arm caught the sky and made him strong. "Catch me?!"
The sky was violent, and his hands were held in the arm of the syllabary, and the arm of the singer was sinking. He was slightly better than the horrible strength. The singer couldn't resist it, and the sky framed his arm, and he also overtook his shoulders and fell to the ground.
The sky pulled open the neckline, and a hoop was found in the neck. He tilted his neck and kicked the wild boar.
"I haven't seen it for a year." Cang took a sip of blood from the sputum. "I don't remember it? We are also friends."
Zongyin’s fingers were stunned, and he held a gasping rage and said,
Which called you? Or the division!

With the nose in the sky, he crouched down and said, "There is no 'Jingjun' who can't move me under this day. You are scared and afraid, and people can't tell? We are here waiting for you, the yard. Have tea, get up and go."
"It's you!" Zong Yin recognized people.
"Nuzi has never waited for someone." Cang said, "Speed ​​up."
Zongyin dragged the wild boar into the hospital, and Jing Lin prepared a small case under his arm. It is not that he does not ask people to sit in the house, but the sky has already occupied the nest, and the nature does not allow others to smell.
The sky was wiped with a hot towel, and the neckline was buckled on the way back. At this moment, sit down on the side of the net, and lean against the bar to indicate the singer.
When Zongyin saw Jinglin, he refused to go any further. He took the pig and said a few steps. "It’s actually Lin Songjun! On that day, I saw Jun’s appearance as old, and I saw the floating pear here. I’m suspicious. I’m going to kill today, but please bluntly. ""
Jing Lin tea pot, he said: "I have no enmity with you, I have no intention of killing you."
"Five hundred years ago, Jun Junjun killed his father, causing blood to flow into the river in the nine days." Zong Yin said, "What do you see when you see it today?"
"Dare to see the teacher." Cang said, "You are now abandoning the seal, and the East China Sea is frozen for thousands of miles. It is not a matter of freezing thousands of people. Can Lin Songjun say "see the teacher" before you?"
"Since the road is different." Zongyin does not change his face. "There is no need to talk about it."
The sky was lifted up and looked up: "Your scales are shaped, it is shocked by the dragon. The dragon is in this courtyard, and the inner child is the noble person who urges you to turn the dragon. We are not talking about you today, but you want Talk to us."
Zongyin heard the silence, and he said after a long while: "A few months ago, Dongjun was a nobleman, and it was originally Lin Songjun. Lin Songjun annihilated the nine-day platform, how to bring the dragon's interest? What is the relationship with the monarch under the gun?
"You are now a mud bodhisattva crossing the river, it is difficult to protect yourself, so don't listen to others, lest you have extravagant branches." Net Lin Cup is light, and said, "I want to drink snow in the evening, can you drink a cup?"
"The honorable person gives me a resignation." Zongyin wiped his hand and stepped forward, sitting in front of the case. His whole body is light, his back is covered with scales, and his face is awkward, but he feels a little strange. He sat down and said, "I have been in the East China Sea for half a year."
"It was originally the moth that he had made." The clan sat up straight and said to Jing Lin, "He didn't say anything at the time, but he was afraid of worrying about the wall."
"He has nowhere to go, and his intentions are unclear." Jing Lin looked at Zongyin again. "If nothing is enough to return to heaven, with his intelligence, he will not make this decision for you. What have you done?"
The singer sat silently, and the snow fell behind him. He stared at the tea smear on the case. After a long time, he said, "I admire the mortal woman and marry him. She is pregnant and has been six months."
The mountain is snowy and the bells are ringing.
Net Lin heart sighs.
I feel that this time is not good.
Zong Yin lives in the East China Sea and shoulders important positions. He has always had a name that is straightforward and incomprehensible between the three realms. The nine-day squadrons are often seen in the squadrons of the gods. However, the catalogue of this "Appreciation Spectrum" also has a credit for it. I am afraid that even he himself never imagined that one day he would admire the mortal woman and violate the law.
The courtyard of Zongyin is hidden in the 30 miles of this mountain, and it is plain and plain. When the sky sees the stone wall of this yard, it is beautiful and strong, and it is guessed that it is Zong Yin’s own handwriting.
The wooden door was pushed open, the yard was not big, and half of the brothel was not there. There was a bluestone road inside, and it was cleaned. For the anti-slip, it was also covered with a thick straw mat. On the left side, the apricot tree was supported, and the swinging arm was hung with a swing. The vegetable fields on the right side are neat, and one or two green leaves are still under the snow.
Zongyin dragged the wild boar to the open space and called the inside of the house: "A month, there are guests visiting."
The wooden planks inside the house were removed, and the curtains were provoked to reveal a charming girl. When she saw the singer, she was happy in her eyes, and her cheeks were slightly concave, and the juice for a few days was sweet.
Both Cangwu and Jinglin seem to see the mountain springs, as if they are "snoring". With her smile, all the miscellaneous thoughts of my heart are removed and become easy.
Shanyue Cloth Jing Jing, holding up and welcoming: "Two people please come in quickly, this cold winter month, stand for a long time!" Turned to the dynasty, the tone is slightly squeaky, "new clothes for you before going out After a trip, there is no trace! The frozen body is broken, I can't follow you."
The singer will only smirk, he is not convenient for the two people to talk about. It’s just that this laugh is rare. How used to be such a smirk?
Shanyue led Jinglin and Cangwu into the house, eagerly brewed tea and tea, and said to both of them: "The family does not come often, and Zongge has few friends on weekdays. Two are rare guests, what do you call?"
Zong Yin quickly said: "The two of them are..."
The sky said: "Brother."
Jing Lin said: "Younger brother."
Two people looked at each other, and the sky was draped in the sleeves of the sky, squeezing from the teeth.
"I am his brother - how many brothers do you have every day?!"