MTL - The Cry of the Phoenix Which Reached the Ninth Heaven-Chapter 598 I can’t even count on my fart.
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Chapter 598 is not even a fart
The night Junqing suddenly shocked, subconsciously licking the throat, in the past with her, although she is more powerful, but did not show such a sultry look, of course, the night Junqing is also very clear, some things, do not do their own authentic .
"Where is the holy priest, where is Yao Mozhen? If you hand over Yao Mozhen, we will release the whistle!" Chu Mobei tempted the opening.
"Put the whistle, the treasurer will consider your proposal." Yao Mozhen's momentum does not lose to the north.
"This prince doesn't like people who are insatiable!" Chu Mobei looked at Yao Mozhen indifferently, and it was true that he thought of Yao Mozhen.
"You Chu Beibei likes to be in the eyes of the shopkeeper, even the fart is not counted!" Yao Mo's words are not rare!
"It seems that you are not seeing the coffin without tears! Hands! Kill the Kailu, live to capture the holy children!" Chu Mobei used the fastest time to analyze the pros and cons, immediately ordered.
"You dare! If you move a half-point, Yao Mozhen will lose a leg! If Qi Qi has a case, Yao Mozhen will be buried!" Yao Mo is in front of Kaiqi, with facts to prove The status quo of Qiqi is not good. After Yao Mozhen, the clear cockroach flashed a touch of warmth, and Yao Mozhen could be so protected. What else did he ask for?
"This Prince does not believe that you can have such a great ability!" Chu Mobei cold and cold, when waving, he heard a burst of laughter like a bell.
"His Royal Highness still believes that it is better. In fact, as long as the master has a sentence, it is no problem to have Yao Mozhen’s life at any time!" The voice of the singer seems to be thousands of miles away, but the person has already stood in Yao Mo’s body. On the side, the eyebrows smiled and looked at the north of the desert.
"Hey, take the start and leave, the treasurer will take the repair of the flute back!" Yao Mozhen, who seems to be calm and calm, but the heart mentioned the eyes of the blind, she really did not know how many words she believed. Drink such a savvy Chu Mobei.
"No!" Kaiqi looked at Yao Mozhen and spoke openly. Silently, Yao Mozhen rushed and waved. He also felt that Kailu was not safe here. He stunned his hand and stunned. He believed that these people still took care of Yao Mozhen’s life and death.
"Chasing!" Seeing the martial arts reduction of Qiqi, Chu Mobei is really reluctant to give up the opportunity of a rare event. Only when he opens his mouth, he sees Yao Mozhen as if he smiles and walks to the north of Chu Mobei.
"Do you really want your prince to have only one leg left? Or one is not left?" The steadfastness in Yao Mo's eyes shocked someone at the place.
"Don't chase! Santa's, where is Yao Mozhen?" The night Jun Qing heard the sound, and looked at Yao Mozhen. He suddenly felt that he was not wrong. If the person in front of him is not Yao Mozhen, why should he be guilty?
"Yao Mozhen... If you only have Yao Mozhen in your heart, why should you provoke the shopkeeper?" Looking at the cold and cold in the eyes of the night Jun, Yao Mozhen suddenly felt the chest boring, like the sea water pouring like breathing difficult.
"I thought you were..." The night prince whispered coldly, but did not want Yao Mozhen suddenly interrupted the interpretation of Ye Junqing like Hedong Griffin.
"Have I told you, I am not Yao Mozhen! Once again? Two times? I said more than a hundred times!" Yao Moxi hysterically roared, and forced to tear back.
On the side of "Holy Child...", Chu Mobei felt that this topic was meaningless. I wanted to stop it, but I saw Yao Mozhen suddenly turned around and looked like a lake.
"You listen, you all listen! Let me disappear immediately! After a second, Yao Mo is not as good as death! My holy child said it! You can try it, just don't know if Yao Mozhen can do it. Live!" Yao Mo's voice is like a secluded magic sound, falling in everyone's heart like a huge stone sinking, people can't help but chill.
Such a fierce line of sight, such a decisive voice, Chu Mobei eventually lost, and waved back everyone, and Han Jinyi also had no **** to leave the night Junqing in the yard. In the entire yard, Yao Mozhen and Ye Junqing were left in an instant, and they suddenly became spacious.
"You are wrong in the first place, you are doing everything, just to get back to Yao Mozhen." Night Jun clear eyes deep, dignified.
"So since you went to Juxianlou, you don't think of me as Yao Mozhen for a moment? Right?" Heart, so painful, painful, she can't add. That night, that kiss, she seems to have harvested the whole world, but originally, she has been playing the role of Yao Mozhen, rounded the dreams of others, lost their own.
"Yes! If you know that you are not Yao Mozhen, you won't look at you more." The word of the night Jun Qing completely shattered Yao Mo's all the embarrassment. She even thought that even if she was not Yao Mozhen, But that day is not a fake, at least, he should have a trace of nostalgia.
"Oh, take a look at it? How do you know that this shopkeeper is rare for you! From the beginning to the end, you are stalking the shopkeeper and telling the sweet words! Although the shopkeeper does not care, you should still be punished! You don't like it. Yao Mozhen, okay, the treasurer will come back from her!” The snake hit seven inches, Yao Mozhen said the most embarrassing words for the night Junqing, watching the panic and anger in his eyes. Yao Mozhen will feel a little more comfortable.
"You dare!" The night Jun Qing suddenly rushed to Yao Mozhen, one hand picked up Yao Mozhen's collar, the chilly like ice cream, the sultry eyes let Yao Mozhen's heart sink into the bottom . All the cockroaches are disillusioned at this moment, she will never get this man, because she is not Yao Mozhen.
"Chu Wang wants to beat people? Well! You must not be merciful!" Yao Moqiang repressed all the sorrow and pain, and looked at the night to be clear, provocative. Sometimes being beaten is not a bad thing, at least it will make you awake, letting you know that happiness has an insurmountable distance from you.
"Please put aside you... No matter what the price, Junqing is willing to..." The strong appearance of the cover is the most fragile soul, and the night of the Qing Dynasty is to loosen Yao Mozhen, body squatting. Back, the voice is full of pleading.
"Listen, before the time, I will send the flute to the Juxian Building without any damage, and... tell Chu Mobei, if he dares to block the promotion of the flame, then his Prince will be unexpected because of his decision. Pain." Yao Mozhen looked indifferently as if he had lost his soul in the night, and the bitterness of his heart fell into the pond, and gradually became more and more colorful.
Throwing this sentence, Yao Mozhen slowly turned and walked to the gate, suddenly stopped.
"This wood carving...who?" Yao Mozhen took out the woodcarving that Jun Qing gave her when she was in the sleeve. The first thing she got off the roof that night was to find the woodcarving, so the night Junqing looked for In the middle of the night, I could not find it.
"Mo Zhen." If the night Junqing's answer at this moment is not so real, perhaps everything has a turn, but the night Junqing did not hesitate to say the name of Yao Mozhen. Silent, Yao Mozhen stepped out of the government gate, but the woodcarving was left in place by her...
Hou Lin, when Charm Ji informed the illusion, he hurriedly wanted to rush back, not wanting the smeared figure but blocking her way.
"Who are you going to meet?" Yan Nan's hands clasped his chest, and his raised eyebrows were a little dignified.
"Do you have any relationship with the lord?" Charm Ji suddenly stopped, and his heart was cold.
"No name? No, that internal force is too feminine, not a nameless." Yan Nanyi self-denial.
"Let's go." Charm Ji is not willing to circumvent Yannan, wanting to bypass Yannan, but was stopped by Yan Nan.
"If you know the whereabouts of Yao Mozhen, it is best to say it, you can rest assured that no matter how they threaten you, this lord will protect you!" Yan Nan unexpectedly knows what Meiji knows, so he kindly comforts.
"Protection? Oh! The lord is coming with me!" When the charm of the chilly sinister fell on Yannan, it flashed a slap in the face and scorned, which made Yan Nanzhen feel surprised.
After two shots, one after the other, almost half a column of incense time, it was to the thousand graves.
"Thousands of faces... Thousands of faces are dead?" Yan Nanxuan slightly frowned, suspiciously looking at the grave in front of him, without too much decoration, no heavy tombstones, such as a lonely grave, desolate.
"If the charm Ji tells the lord everything, the lord can really protect the charm of the first generation of the sorrow?" Charm Ji turned to look at Yannan, the voice is cold and chilly.
"Of course!" Yan Nanzhen did not think about it.
"Even if you can't beat it, even if you know the road to death, the lord will protect you in front of the charm, and you will never leave it?" The charm of the charm is very clear, such as the beads falling on the jade plate.
This is a bit of a difficulty. Yan Nanzhen secretly thought about it, and he listened to the charm and smiled.
"Thousands of faces were killed by the night game. In fact, the night game wanted to kill the charm Ji, but when the night game was started, Qian Qian rushed to the front of the charm, and blocked the mortal kill for the charm. Zhao Ji has always thought that in this world, there will be no one who puts the charm on the heart, and it is even more impossible for anyone to die for the charm, but the original charm Ji is wrong..." Charm Ji with tears in the thousand faces In front of the grave, both hands were holding the loess scattered to the thousand-faced grave.
"Night Hung? You are talking about the night game!" Yan Nan stunned to see the charm of Ji, the original problem of the charm Ji just left behind.
"Yeah! It is the night game! That dreams of night Junqing and Yao Mozhen died in the night of the dead, he is still alive." Charm Ji cold and got up, faint. Although Yan Nanjun’s reaction made Meiji a little disappointing, but it could not affect the mood of the charm, nowadays, for the charm Ji, revenge is the most important. The reason why Yannan’s night game is still alive is just thinking. For the night game, the enemy is more, the more enemies, the greater the chance of his death.
"You... want to deal with the night game?" Yan Nanzhen saw the clue, worried.
"Don't you want to? So no matter what charm Ji does anything, it is only good for you. After the alliance, it is really unnecessary to guard against the charm." Meiji seems to have a deep meaning, and immediately turned back to Juxianlou.
At the time of the encounter, Yao Mozhen and Qi Wei sat at the table, and the blind man looked at the door from time to time.
"Can't wait any longer! They won't take the initiative to send the flute back!" Kaiqi couldn't calm down and suddenly got up.
"They will put the flute back, for Yao Mozhen..." Yao Mozhen has always believed in this, almost at the same time, the voice of the repairing flute came in from the door.
"Cognac!" Seeing the refreshing flute, he ran and ran in. He started to greet him in a hurry, and he held the flute in his arms. When he turned, he saw Han Jinyi standing at the door.
"The repair of the flute has come back, and the prince also promised that the treasurer would not interfere with the promotion of the flame coin, so I hope that the treasurer can raise his hand." Han Jinyi looked awe-inspiring, and his eyes fell on the Kai-Xi flute, but with some apologies.
"The height of the hand of the treasurer can be raised, it depends on yours." Yao Mozhen sat at the table and did not look at Han Jinyi. The heart knows that Yao Mozhen’s affirmative reply is not available. Han Jinyi also stayed for a while and turned to leave.
"Uncle Jin Yi! Look for me tomorrow!" See the cold Jinyi turned, and the repair of the flute is a resounding call. This sound makes the cold brocade more and more difficult.
Leaving Juxianlou, Han Jinyi was undoubtedly stopped by the shackles.
"This is gone?" Despisingly watching the cold brocade, such as the jade arm like a layer of moonlight, beautiful and enchanting.
"How else?" Han Jinyi's eyebrows were wrinkled and responded in a cold voice.
