MTL - The Cry of the Phoenix Which Reached the Ninth Heaven-Chapter 641 What is strange?
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What is strange in Chapter 641?
"What's strange? Oops, now the body of the night game is hanging on the castle floor. What are you worried about? Anyway, no matter who killed it, your enmity is reported!" I don't think so.
"Yes..." For the death of the night game, although Yao Mozhen couldn't tell where it was strange, he felt that he was not practical.
"You don't think so much... Mo Zhen, I have everything ready, you can leave at any time." He glanced at the door and then lowered his voice and spoke openly.
"Hey, don't you really want to go with us?" Now that they stayed in the secret room all night, they are still in danger. So Yao Mozhen decided to send them out to the flame country first, and then join the seven countries. The army, confronted with Si Kongmu, let him understand that the seven countries of Dongzhou are not so good bullying!
"I can't go, the master raised me for a lifetime, how can I betray him. Mo Zhen, tell Han Jinyi, let him go, if there is a chance, I must go to Dongzhou to find him!" Ten thousand do not want cold Jinyi left, but after thinking about it, if the master angered the cold brocade because of the night Junqing and Yao Mozhen, they were afraid that they could not protect the cold brocade.
"You are willing?" Yao Momei glimmered and shimmered, feeling how Han Jinyi would meet such a good girl.
"There is a house to have it, isn't it..." She smiled bitterly, how could she be willing.
"With you, Mo Zhen thought about it, the time is set after three days, the west of the city meets!" Since it was a decision of Yao, Yao Mozhen no longer said more.
"Well, the face of Kaiqi..." The most worrying thing is Kaiqi. With the martial arts and alertness of Kaiqi, it is almost impossible to take Yao Mozhen under his eyes.
"This matter is handed over to Mo Zhen." Yao Mozhen's confident eyes make him feel at ease. Just when I was walking to the door, I seemed to think of something and suddenly turned around.
"Qi沧澜 is really sincere to you. If you can, don't hurt him too much." I know the pain of unrequited love, and I know Yao Mozhen’s friendship with the night Junqing, so the love of Kaiqi, from the beginning, The ending is doomed.
Yao Mozhen did not respond, only silently nodded, if she could, she did not want to hurt him even a trace, but, can it...
In the royal study, the night game guessed that the illusion would come to him.
"Chichuan, what do you mean in the end? Didn't you say that you want to stay enchanted? You also promised to hand over the night glory to the sacred woman. What happened? You took the night game and the enchanting body to the general altar to invite the reward. The teacher said yes, timid as a mouse, not a climate! Even if it is a night game, it is more ambitious than you!" The magical sorrow looked at the night game that was lazy on the dragon chair.
"Rarely in the eyes of the Virgin, there is still a little bit of advantage in the game." The night of the game is long and sighed, and then he looks up at the illusion, and the thin lips evoke a sinister arc.
"Hunger...you...you are the night game?" The illusion was shocked and amazed, and the beauty looked at the man on the dragon chair.
"Otherwise, Akaga? The timid guy, who knew that he was not a climate, should replace it with the game, and wasted a great opportunity!" The sound of the night game sounded a little pity.
"Since you are a night game, the dead one... night game! You dare to kill Aikawa? You know, he is the emperor of the flame red country! Even if the plane is empty, he has not touched to kill him. Thoughts!" The illusion was shocked to see the man in front of him, and suddenly felt that the night game was a madman.
"How about the emperor? It was also the emperor at the beginning, and it was not stepped on the soles of the feet like a mud!" The night of the game was cold and open, remembering the humiliation of the past, and the night game would be rushing, and the opportunity came. As long as Si Kongmu died, the whole flame country is his world! At that time, whether it is Yao Mozhen, Ye Junqing, or Chu Mobei, all those who are sorry for him will die! His night game will eventually become the overlord of the entire Dongzhou.
"Well, even if you are right, but you are not soft in front of Sikongmu, kneel in front of him like a beggar to ask for his forgiveness?" Fantasy goes back to true.
"If you have a glimpse of it, you can change your life and you will lose the yellow spring. Do you think this depreciation is not worth it?" The night game suddenly changed his face, his lips and lips smiled, and the horrible face seemed to be a goblin crawling out of hell. The heart is trembled.
"Impossible, you have no chance to do it!" At that time, the illusion was in the altar, and it was clear. The night is not a word, and I will throw a pill to the illusion.
"What is this?" The illusion took the pill and suspicion.
"Magic, you should be glad to find yourself today, or ten days later, you will be the same as Sikongmu, poisoned and died!" Night Hung Yi word, a cold tongue.
"You are poisoned... poisoned on the body! Night game, this saint looks at you!" The illusion was once again shocked, and the eyes were too unbelievable.
"Now I know it's not too late, the saints, now the arrow is on the string, you and I have no choice. Ten days later, the day of Sikong Mu's poisonous hair is the time when I am a unified flame in the red country!" Tightened his fist and flashed a cold light in his eyes.
"Insidious as you, how did you lose to Yao Mozhen and the night Jun?" The illusion did not understand.
"At the beginning... stupid!" The night of the game sneered with a sneer, and the melting of **** fireworks, if you don't fall in love with Yao Mozhen, he will lose the defeat! Yao Mozhen! I have lost too many people in this life, but I only love you! But how do you repay you?
At night, it is as deep as a lake, and occasionally there is a night wind, and there are bursts of flowers. Yao Mozhen sits alone in the pavilion, and the donkey falls on the pastry in front of the pavilion. Every pastry on the top is made by her own hands.
"Hey, do you have something to look for?" Qingyue’s voice is like a drop of jade, and the word is adorned. Yao Mo’s voice is fascinating. I saw that Kaiyi’s white clothes are like snow, silver hair is light, and the beautiful face is transparent. The tiredness of not sleeping for a few days, even so, the beauty of Kaiqi is still unparalleled, can be called the god, but also seems to come out from the ancient paintings, moving someone's heartstrings.
"Idle boring, if there is time for the big sacrifice, please sit down." Yao Mozhen converges on the glimpses of the flash of light, and smiles.
"I thought you didn't want to see me..." Kailu obviously had a feeling of being flattered. He stepped forward and sat opposite Yao Mozhen.
"If I am Yao Mozhen, then I really don't want to see the big sacrifices for a quarter of an hour, but I used to be a holy priest. The great sacrifices are taken care of and blessed by this way. The children are all in mind." Yao Mo Yan smiled stunnedly, Yu pointed to the pot, and personally opened a cup.
"You don't hate me?" Kaiqi couldn't resist the wine that Yao Mozhen handed over. This is the first time Yao Mozhen has drunk himself.
"Hate? What do you hate? Hate the big sacrifice and take Mo Zhen from the big Chu to the flames of the Red Country? This thing will be replaced by others even if it is not a big sacrifice. Now, it is really unnecessary to hate this." Yao Mo Yan Trail took a sip of his own, and the entrance to the spirits was so spicy that Yao Mo couldn’t help but frown.
"The teacher said that the phoenix tears have no solution. How do you restore your memory? Don't say that it is related to the hypnotism of cockroaches. You know the role of hypnotism very well." Qi Wei held a glass of wine and looked deep into Yao Mo. Hey.
"The big sacrifice can still remember that you were poisoned by the Qing Dynasty on the night of the Qing Dynasty. When you live and die, do you take a bead?" I don’t know when to see you again this evening. Yao Mozhen does not want to hide too much from Kai.
"Remember, what about that?"
