MTL - The Cry of the Phoenix Which Reached the Ninth Heaven-Chapter 594 Ruined for a lifetime
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Chapter 594 ruined a life repair
"Yes!" Night Junqing did not hesitate, his eyes filled with affirmation. But in my heart, it is another taste. As long as I can get rid of the envy and the illusion, and take out the black hands of these people, I will see Yao Mozhen one day! This is the most true idea of the night Junqing at this moment.
"Jun Qing..." After receiving a positive answer, Yao Mozhen relied on the night of the Qing Dynasty. During this time, all the efforts of the night Junqing finally paid off, but this return became night. Jun Qing’s burden is tired. The world is unpredictable, and the change is a earth-shaking change! Yao Mozhen knows nothing about this change.
Outside the door, the silent figure stood there silently, and the eyes were dull. It used to be like the **** of the gods, and it was ruined by the red dust.
In the next few days, the night Junqing was always surrounded by Yao Mozhen, even though his mood was not as good as before, but he still tried his best to make himself the same as usual. And Yao Mozhen, there is really no reservation, and the heart will come out.
For almost three days, Han Jinyi did not appear. The Qi Xiu flute couldn’t sit still, and it was hard to take him to find the cold clothes. Although Han Jinyi deliberately avoided, but his ability is limited, he really can't compare with the light work.
"Uncle Jinyi!" At the moment of seeing the cold brocade, the small face of Qiu Xiu’s tenderness raised a smile like a sun. Looking at the Kaixiu flute, Han Jinyi instinctively extended his arm. In fact, Han Jinyi thinks that he should push to open the flute. Looking at the current situation, one day, they will turn against each other. But he could not refuse to smack the smile on the face of the flute.
After a while with Kaiqiu, Han Jinyi opened the whistle and asked him to play with the snakes.
"I didn't expect you to be such a person!" After determining that the whistle flies away, sitting on the tree fork and swaying the feet, the eyes hang down under the tree.
"Which kind of person?" Han Jinyi did not hate it, and even praised the personality of the quick words, but the roads were different and they were doomed to be friends.
"You and the illusion of the temperate mother are no different, they use the flute to achieve their own ulterior motives! Now hope that disillusionment, I want to open the flute?" Style, outspoken. Han Jinyi is avoiding her, she will not notice it!
"Maybe it was at the beginning, but now, the Lord is good at repairing the flute, and does not have any profitable purpose! And this idea seems to have been imposed on the Lord by someone." Han Jinyi was helpless, I knew it. Yao Mozhen is not a holy child, and he does not fall to the present dilemma.
"In fact, I always feel that the Lord is a generous and open-minded person. Since the Holy Child chooses the night Junqing, it is good, bless her! It is a good thing to have happiness for those who like it! It’s better than a strong twisted melon, and it’s not rotten in your own hands.” The squat jumped down the tree fork, and fell like a butterfly in front of the cold brocade. The clear layers of enamel, the beauty is like an illusion.
For a moment, Han Jinyi looked at him with a look of disappointment. Suddenly, he felt that the dog skin plaster became a saint in minutes, and he was so skeptical that he had a desire to worship.
"Well, I used to say it in the past. I respected the Lord and listened to it in the past. I don't have to go to my heart." Seeing the cold clothes, the look is silent, smiles, and the cold clothes are sad and sad, but when she is crying at midnight, who is there? Can comfort her?
"Your words... Jinyi is in my heart." As he turned around, Han Jinyi opened his mouth, and a handsome smile appeared on his handsome face.
Because she left Juxianlou for no reason, Yao Mozhen unluckyly deducted her day's wages, but her heart was still beautiful, and she spent the whole day with Han Jinyi playing with the whistle. However, Han Jinyi was not so happy.
"Being a man is to have a bottom line!" Faced with the unreasonable demands of Chu Mobei, Han Jinyi categorically refused.
"If the cold Lord is enough to care about Yao Mozhen, he will not discuss the bottom line with Mobei here." Chu Mobei felt that his request was not excessive. But let him seduce, it’s so hard!
"Hey, I don't like the Lord! It's very difficult to do." Han Jinyi masked the dark clouds, angrily open.
"Hey and Kai, the martial arts of the two people are comparable, so this Prince has reason to believe this, not an ordinary character, and this person is more lively, if it is from her mouth, it may not be so difficult. Of course, this Prince does not force the Lord to do this, but please respect the Lord. At this moment, Yao Mozhen is undergoing a capital punishment. If she knows that we have a chance to get her news, it is because someone pretends. Feelings and losing the great opportunity to save her... cough... This is the best of the words, as for how to do it, please ask the Lord to think about it.” Chu Mobei’s words seemed like a tail needle stuck in the heart of Han Jinyi. The softest place, the morality is obviously more important than the safety of Yao Mozhen.
In the back of the woods, the illusion is like a fairy, and the cold is like a frosty frost. Since I started to leave myself alone, I went back to the Juxian Building, and I didn’t have a day to curse Yao Mo’s heart. Hundreds of times.
"Responding to the saints, now the red sleeves and emeralds were arrested by Chu Mobei as the water scorpion and the moon scorpion. I believe they have begun to doubt the true identity of Yao Mozhen, and they have seen the night prince. Lu Fu." Unnamed according to the actual report.
"Well, it's a good job. After the night Junqing knows this, what is the reaction?" The scorpion of the illusion smashed to the enchanted enchantress on the unnamed side.
"Night Junqing is still waiting for Yao Mozhen as at first, it seems to be better than usual." Charm Ji whispered.
"If the saint is not guessing wrong, the night Junqing is going to have some action, and you are good to stare at the saint. No matter what the wind is, you can pass the saint in time!"
"Charm is obeying." When the charm and the nameless leaned over, the illusion disappeared. Charm Ji got up and was stopped by the nameless.
"The old man saw Yan Nanzheng in Juxianlou, your business..."
"We have nothing. Now in the heart of the charm, there is only two words of revenge." The charm of the charm is very cold. Until now, every time she dreams back at midnight, she can still see the tragic before the death of Qian.
"The old man understands that now that the night game has returned to the flames of the country, the old man will leave for a few days, hoping to seize his handle in the dark, and you must be careful during this time!" Unknown eyebrows look at the charm Ji, the language is heavy and open.
"You are also." Charm Ji slightly curled up, turned and left.
After self-styled chills and Di Feng woke up, they were kept in a damp dungeon. They were served three meals a day, and the number was down, almost ten days later.
At this moment, the two men have been brought into the royal study room of Yan Chiguo by the fascinating guards.
"Seeing the flames of the Red Emperor still not squatting?" Behind the two, the guards wanted to move thick, but they were stopped by Akagi in front of the Dragon Case.
"Not rude! You all go down!" Chichuan snorted coldly, and the guards took the lead. When the door was closed, Feng Yihan and Di Feng face each other, and finally they fell on the body of Akagawa.
"Who are you? Why are you tied me here?" Feng Yi's eyes are like ice, and his looks are solemn.
"朕 is the emperor of the flame red country." Chikawa whispered, and when the scorpion fell on Feng Yihan and Di Feng, it flashed a strange wave of light.
"Flame Chi State?" Feng Yi Han looked at Di Feng, and both of them were ashamed.
"Yes, a country independent of Dongzhou, a country far superior to the seven countries of Dongzhou, flame red country!" Chikawa proudly speaks, the expression is very accurate.
"Since it is independent of Dongzhou, why did you bring me together?" Di Feng raised his eyebrows and looked at Aikawa, not taking it for granted.
"The law of weak meat and strong food. Since the strength of the flame red country is far better than that of Dongzhou, then Dongzhou should surrender to my flame country. As long as the two will bow to my flames, I will guarantee that he will enter Dongzhou, and the two will still You can divide the title!" Aikawa seems to have given the grace of Feng Yihan and Di Feng Tianda, and his expression is extremely arrogant.
Silent, Feng Yihan and Di Feng are scornful.
"Oh! The meaning of the flame red emperor is, by your words, we have changed from a king of a country to a prince who is divided into territories?" Di Feng witnessed Akagi, cold road.
Two people who seem to be quiet and calm, but the heart has long since disappeared, they can take them away from the palace, and God did not know how to bring it here, the strength of the flames of the country should not be underestimated.
"What? You don't want to?" Chichuan frowned, his voice getting cold.
"You say it!" Feng Yi snorted and stopped talking.
"Don't rush to refuse, I believe that it will not take long, you will want to open! Come, please the two monarchs." Akagawa did not do more lobbying, waved his life to seal out the cold and Di Feng pulled out.
When the temple door was closed, a cold wind came from behind Akwa.
"Who gave you the power to let you take them out of the dungeon?" The thick voice revealed the coldness of Mori, and when Akagawa turned back, he clearly saw that Sikongmu had a black robe standing behind him, a golden mask pan. The faint cold light.
"The Master is in a hurry, and Akagawa wants to test them. If they can descend to the Flame State, then the flames will be reduced to two enemies in Dongzhou." Chichuan bowed his knees and looked at Sikongmu.
"Do you think they are all like you! This Master told them to come back, and they have more important purposes. If you dare to move them half a minute without the permission of this Master, don't blame this Master for being ruthless!" Sikongmu's voice is like a landslide , almost shattered the heart of Akagawa.
"Yes..." Akagawa resisted the depression in his chest and nodded. When he got up, the royal study was empty. Not much time and night the game arrived as scheduled.
"There is a glimpse of the flames of the Red Emperor." On the dragon chair, Akagawa sighed and slowly calmed down his mind.
"How is the investigation?" At that time, the flattery of the aunts gradually faded. On the dragon chair, the eyes of Akagawa were cold.
"The flames of the Red Emperor, Feng Yihan and Di Feng were taken out of the dungeon. Ten people knew about the whole process. Among them, only Ding Jiu had left in the middle. So the game determined that Ding Jiu was the eyeliner of the imperialism in the dungeon. "Night game is based on actual reports.
"Ding Jiu... Write down this person, and it will be of great use to us in the future!" Chichuan swelled, and the thin lips smacked a sloppy arc. If the general prisoner is judged, it will not cause Si Kongmu's attention, so he uses Feng Yihan and Di Feng to lead the master's infiltration into the middle of the fine work, knowing oneself and knowing each other, can be victorious.
As for the night game to complete the matter, it is to pull him into the water. When he was ordered to leave, Akagi secretly hoped that the night game could show his loyalty to himself. However, after this trip, they were unscathed, so Akagi had to use his own method to let the night game sit on his own. ferry.
The night game certainly understands the idea of Akagawa and is willing to be used by him. Only in this way can we really grasp the contradiction between Akagawa and Sikongmu, and then slowly intensify this contradiction, and finally take advantage of the fishermen.
The moonlight is bright and clean, the moonlight is like a practice, and occasionally the wind passes, and the candlelight blows out. On the couch, Yao Mozhen leaned on the bed and thought deeply.
The longer I stayed with the night, the more I felt that Yao Mozhen was the one he relied on in his life. Yao Mozhen even thought that for the night, she might have tried to stop Si Kongmu from entering Dongzhou.
