MTL - The Cry of the Phoenix Which Reached the Ninth Heaven-Chapter 647 Want to kill me!
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Chapter 647 wants to kill me!
"Yes! It's me! Why, want to kill me, then you get up!"
"It’s Akwa, the teacher has misread him..." Sikongmu’s hands clenched into fists, and his voice revealed remorse and anger.
"The illusion has always thought that the whole flame country, even if the next person has no escaping, will not escape the eyes of the leader. Now it seems that the illusion is overestimated, and the night game is so big. The matter of the teacher, the teacher did not know!" The illusion of the illusion is amazing, and the singer is horrified.
"You said that the night game and the Akwa change the skin? Is that the night of the death of the game is not Akwa?" The shock was extremely shocking.
"Night game... Despicable villain! Despicable villain!" Sikongmu was also shocked by such a fact. As early as this, he should have ordered the night of the game!
"Despicable? The four words used by the lord are not appropriate. In the eyes of the illusion, this is just a different means, and...when you are sitting in front of the world, who cares about your meanness or not? "The magical idiot smiled and looked at Sikongmu, and suddenly reached out and took the golden mask on Sikongmu's face.
"You... are you a Jingmao horse?" The illusion was shocked when he looked at the face that left the traces of the years, but still unparalleled.
I saw the man on the couch with a clear face, the eyebrows were as light as the rain, the smoke was covered with smoke, the nose was thick under the nose, and the thin lips were like beads. Only two white silks were white, indicating that he had passed the Jubilee. But these are not surprised by the illusion, the illusion is the imprint of the star of the man's forehead!
All the people in the flame-chicken country know that the sister of Akwa, the Princess of Flame Chi Guojing, and the first beauty of the flame-chicken country, were married to a foreigner and were discriminated against by the royal family. Exiled to Dongzhou, and that Jingmao horse, the legend is that the man is even more beautiful than the woman, especially the mysterious star imprint of the forehead, even this person is like a god.
"Magic! You are bold!" At the moment when the mask was uncovered, Si Kongmu was furious, and the instinctive luck came out of his hand, but he didn't want the body to be poisonous and raging, and a blood slammed out of his mouth.
"The original leader of the Tang Dynasty Flames of the Red King is actually the scene of the year! Oh! This is too surprising! If the illusion is not mistaken, when the red heart returned to the flame country, only the rest A pile of white bones, and I heard that there is still a daughter in the heart of the red heart, and the whereabouts are still unknown!" The magical talks seem to have a deep look.
"Magic! You go out!" Sikong Mu licked the blood of the lips, and looked at the illusion.
"It's no wonder that you are so good to you, life and death, you still remember the safety of you, how can you not understand the original magic, what kind of teacher and apprentice is in the end, will you not even save your life, but also save刁刁 Escape from the ascension! Now the illusion is clear, it turned out to be your daughter, the daughter of you and the red heart!" The illusion is broken. Next to the bed, I couldn't help but look at Sikongmu, tears overflowing in the bottom of my eyes, glittering.
"Master...she...what is she really saying?" The hoarse voice with a clear vibrato, tears and eyes on Sikongmu.
"Hey... Father is sorry for you..." Sikongmu’s words were like a sunny day, so that she was as stiff as petrochemicals. It was clearly a happy event, but I couldn’t feel a touch of joy. Happy mood.
"Oh... it’s a good play of the father’s filial piety! But the illusion can’t be thought of, listen, from now on, don’t leave the small step, three days later, our Flame Red King will be on the streets of Luo’an Street. Let's set up your foreigner and this small wilderness!" The magical smirk looked at Sikongmu, and immediately left the building.
"I didn't know how to explain to the emperor's congregation. Now, a foreigner, how can I be the leader of my emperor! You stay, give this saint a good look! If they let them run, this The saint can't spare you!" The illusion of the triumphantly left the paradise, and the father and daughter in the small building alone looked at each other.
"Master...you...you are really my father? But why? Why have you been with you for so many years, but you are not willing to recognize me? You have always felt that you are an orphan!" Going to Sikongmu, he whimpered.
"I'm sorry... Father is having a hard time. If the father reveals his identity, how can he sit on the position of the leader?" Sikongmu's hand stretched and trembled on his head, with tears in his eyes.
"Is it true that the identity of the leader will make you more reluctant than the identity of the father?" In the mouth of the beggar, a weeping like a little beast was issued.
"The father does not care about the identity of the leader! The father only wants to retaliate! Revenge those who killed your mother!" Sikongmu's voice became cold, and the eyes gradually screamed a sultry light.
"Damn the mother? Who is it? Who killed the mother?" 刁刁 wiped the tears in the corner of the eye, and quickly asked.
"It’s the people of the whole Dongzhou, and the people of the flames! We are killing your mother together! The flames of the country can't keep your mother, the people of Dongzhou are even more shameless! They bully your mother is a foreigner, everywhere I am martyrdom, but when I am martial arts, I can't solve your mother's heart. In the end, she is dying. At that moment, I will swear by the sky that the people of the flames and the people of Dongzhou will pay the price of blood!" Referring to the past, Si Kongmu's eyes were red and his face was pale as paper.
"So you have tried every means to provoke the war between Flame and the East, just want them to kill each other and revenge for their mother?" He was shocked by such terrible thoughts as Sikong.
"Yes! So I took you back to the flames of the country, slowly established the imperialism, and finally let the imperialism over the court, then step by step to plan to attack Jiuzhou!" Sikongmu will not conceal all Things and trays out.
"If the mother is in the spirit of the sky, I must not want you to be poisoned by her for her." The tears of the cockroaches rolled down like a broken bead and fell on the back of Sikongmu's hand, burning his skin.
"My father still doesn't regret anything he has done, but he has not protected you. It is the father's most unforgivable thing! Oh, you can rest assured that no matter what the price, the father will not let them move you half. Root hair!" Si Kongmu looked cold and cold, eyes cold.
"No! Teacher... Father, you can't stand you to save your life and save your life. You just found your father. If you die, what is the meaning of living? This time, regardless of life and death, 刁Hey, he won’t leave his father half a step!” He whimpered open, tears overflowed, and violently got up and rushed to Sikong Mu’s arms, crying and crying.
"Well... my father won't leave you... no longer..." Sikongmu caressed his long hair, and there was a mist in his eyes.
When the list of smashing singer and smashing was posted, the whole flame country was in ruins. They never thought that the priest who had been worshipped by them was actually a foreigner, and the virgin It turned out to be the daughter of a foreigner! For a time, the arrogance of the anti-imperial education of the entire flame-chicken country reached its climax. Almost at the same time, the night game was granted as the name of Akaga, and the magical lord took over the imperialism. At this point, the illusion was eventually become the new leader of the imperialism, and in order to suppress the emotions of the anti-imperial people, the night game was still a mystery. Made up a pure bloodline, and finally calmed the hearts of the people.
At this time, on the streets of Luo'an, Han Jinyi was dressed in a strange costume and mixed in the crowd. His eyes looked coldly at the list on the wall, and his hands gradually tightened his fists.
"I really didn't think that the leader is actually a smashing horse! This **** foreigner has deceived us for decades!" Passerby was sinful.
