MTL - The Cry of the Phoenix Which Reached the Ninth Heaven-Chapter 657 You really are not 刁刁
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Chapter 657, you really are not 刁刁
"You really aren't embarrassed!" The night's thin lips smacked a smoldering arc, and one hand put Yao Mozhen in his armpit and left.
When the night Junqing appeared in the palace, the entire palace has been ruined, whether it is the minister or the guards are pale and gushing out of the palace.
"What happened?" He slammed a royal boy and asked him.
"The emperor is a fake! The sea monster is out of control!" The boy's tongue was curling up and he was afraid to respond.
"Oops! It must be the sea monsters, and we are going to find Mo Zhen!" When I was shocked, I flew to the Golden Temple and arrived at the Golden Temple. The nine sea monsters were already killed and looked at them. The sea monsters destroyed by the sea monsters, the people are horrified.
"The sea monster is manipulated by the sound whistle, but the premise is that his life is innocent. This illusion will transport the sea monster here. The sea monster has broken the glass cover and lost the sea water. The sea monster is naturally painful. Now it seems that This sea monster is dry and dead." He whispered.
"Mo Mo? Anything can't be found!" Night Jun Qing looked around, in front of the dead nine-headed monster, no one else.
"Yao Mozhen...hahaha...the original one is Yao Mozhen! No wonder she didn't shoot! It turned out!" The hail voice came from behind the nine-headed monster, and everyone heard it and watched it. I am standing on the nine-headed monster in the wetness of the illusion.
"Hand over Mo Zhen, otherwise don't blame us!" Angrily looked at the illusion, holding the hand of the soft sword.
"She was taken away by the night, and she left in that direction, but she didn't know if she was still alive! Oh!" The illusion was sneer, and the body was slightly shaken.
"Do you think she is telling the truth?" On the side, Han Jinyi whispered.
"Magic, I see you are not seeing the coffin without tears!" I know that playing the flute will consume internal force, and now I want to capture the magic, just a little finger.
"What she said is true. I saw the night game and grasped Yao Mozhen in that direction. The night game is already crazy. If you don't go, Yao Mozhen is in danger." When the illusion was made, the ghosts rushed out.
"Sneaky, if you dare to lie to me, the consequences are not what you can afford!" The twilight stunned, and immediately went in the direction of the sneaky, and the night Junqing and others followed.
Just the next second that he and others left, the body of the illusion fell from the nine-headed monster as if it were falling leaves, and the sneaky arrow stepped forward and took the illusion in his arms.
"Yao Mozhen... This teacher will not let you go! Absolutely not..." The body of the illusion has been weakened to the limit, but it is still cursing Yao Mozhen.
"What is the magic, why?" Looking at the illusion that had already passed out, the ghost could not help but shook his head.
And said that the night of the game with Yao Mozhen rushed all the way, until the woods in the suburbs stopped.
"Yao Mozhen! Now, you still have to wear this mask!" The cold voice of the night game reveals the hate that can't be concealed, and the eyes look like a woman on the ground.
"It's very strange, how can you guess that I am Yao Mozhen?" Yao Mozhen did not deny, but pulled the face of his face a little bit.
"Because you are like a devil, you will always be with me, as long as I don't die, you will always follow, always lingering!" The night screaming hysterically, his eyes covered with bloodshot eyes.
"No, because in this group of people, only Mo Zhen will not martial arts." Yao Mozhen shrugged, the key to the problem.
"Yao Mozhen! You are so damn! Why haven't you died until now?" Looking at Yao Mo's eyes, the night of the game seems to have met, that is the eyes, as if you can penetrate your heart and see all your thoughts. .
"Because you haven't died yet, how can Mo Zhen die to die?" Yao Mozhen's surprising calm, even indifferent, there is no anger between the eyebrows, such as the autumn water without waves, the ancients remain unchanged.
"If it wasn't for your provocation, wouldn't you dare to swear? Yao Mozhen, you once again pushed the cricket from the highest point to the abyss! Hate you! Can't wait to smash your body!" Night's face twisted to the extreme The pale hand gradually gave birth to a strange red color.
"Hate? Mo Zhen also thought about hating you for a lifetime, until you die, hate will end, but now, Mo Zhen feels not so strong, night game... I even hate you, Mo Zhen feels Not worth it." Yao Mozhen whispered, and there was no longer the faint radiance of the time.
"You... don't hate it? How is this possible? Whether you are Yao Mozhen or Yao Moxin, you and I are not wearing the same hate!" Night Hung seems to be shocked by Yao Mozhen's statement, and the number of retreats step.
"From Dongzhou to Yan Chiguo, we have been fighting for a long time too? Night game, are you not tired? Have you never thought about stopping to rest?" Yao Mo's lips evoked a bitter smile, voice A little bit stunned.
"Tired? No! Before you and the night Jun Qing corpse, you are not tired!" Night Hyun shook his head, his mind was in chaos.
"But Mo Zhen is tired, Mo Zhen suddenly tired of this intriguing life, if you can, Mo Zhen really wants to find a place where no one knows, and live the most simple days." Yao Mo is coveted, the bottom of his eyes It flashed away.
"You have this kind of thought? Then you have been there! Why do you still want to destroy the good things? If it weren't for you, you are still on the court and accept the pilgrimage!" The night game is completely unclear. Thoughts, angrily looked at Yao Mozhen.
"Well, Mo Zhen really has such a plan, but... that's what happened after that." Yao Mozhen slowly lifted his head. When he saw the figure flying in the distance, the corner of his lips twitched. Spring flower smile,
"What do you mean?" Looking at the smile on Yao Mo's face, the night of the game suddenly burst into an ominous premonition.
"The meaning is... night game, your death is here!" Yao Mozhen spoke in a smooth way, his waist was wrapped around a filament, and then flew a few meters like lightning, falling straight behind him.
"Mo Yu! Do you have anything? You are scared to death! If..." When I saw Yao Mo's safe moment, the night Jun cleared the heart of the blind man before he fell.
"No, Mo Zhen is very good now! Ladies and gentlemen, please don't ask for a fairness for Mo Zhen, and hand over this person to Mo Zhen!" Yao Mo's voice is as cold as ice, and the eyes are full of hatred. Out.
"Mo Zhen, you can rest assured that this request is not high, I will do it for you!" If it wasn't for the night game, his father would not suffer so much. At this moment, the figure of the dragon is like the arrow of the string. To the night, the game is followed by Han Jinyi, Di Feng, Feng Yihan.
"Mo Zhen, Jun Qing will not let you down." Night Jun Qing clenched the shoulders of Yao Mo's snow, and immediately joined the middle of them, surrounded the night of the game.
"Yao Mozhen! You bastard! You want to kill you! Will you smash the corpse -" At this moment, the night game finally understands Yao Mozhen's abnormal language, it turns out that she is delaying time, and herself, Was cheated by her once!
"It’s late!" Yao Mozhen sneered and looked at the night of the night, as if they were trapped in the middle of the night, and the eyes of the eyes shot a cold chill.
In the middle of the forest, the sound of the wind and the wind, the sand and the sand, five as aurora-like figure wandering in the air, behind the sword and the shadow of the sword, the night game has been injured many times, until the silk in the hands of the hand penetrated the wrist of the night game, broke His hand, the night of the game, only fell to the ground.
"Night Hung! You are courageous, and you dare to hijack this king to such a place where birds don't pull! But fortunately, this king is not a man who cares, this sword goes down, the king and your account I am clear with you!" Seeing the night of the game, I want to get up and fight back. Difeng’s swordsman’s ankles smashed the ankle of the night and broke the left tendon of the night game.
"Since Xia Wang is so generous, this king is not a small belly chicken, night game, this sword is the justice of the king for his own." Feng Yihan through the night of the game to eat the pain of the empty, the sword in his hand Turned over a flower, and smashed the right tendon of the night game.
"Night Hung, these two hands are what you owe to my father and the girl!" Under the heart, the silver wire in his hand suddenly became two, and they penetrated the left and right hands of the night game.
"Oh..." The battle with the illusion and the nine-headed monster has already exhausted most of the night's game. Nowadays, in the face of the siege of the night Junqing and others, the night game is poor and there is no need to fight back. At this moment, night hong The game has been half-squatting on the ground, the eyeballs are raised, and the eyes are white as blood.
"Night game, you owe Junqing, Junqing can not care, but you owe it to Mo Zhen and Mo Zhen, Jun Qing has to count with you!" Night Jun Qing talked with soft sword to open the night The clothes on the chest are hard to cut a large piece of flesh in the chest of the night game.
"Ah--" The violent pain made the night of the struggle, which had been struggling, screaming, almost at the same time, using the filament to tie the night game to the tree trunk next to it.
"Yao Mozhen...Yao Mozhen! You want to kill you! Ah--" The night of the game tied to the tree is full of bloodthirsty killings, and the eyes are straight on Yao Mozhen, hate not I used my eyes to kill the woman in front of me.
"You have all retired, and there is something to say to the night." After the crowd, Yao Mo's voice was cold and his face was calm and calm. Night Junqing looked at Yao Mozhen with a distressed heart, and finally they reconciled to the back.
Waiting for the night Junqing, they retreat a few meters, Yao Mozhen step by step to the night game, watching the night of the game that seems to be bleeding eyes, Yao Mozhen smiles indifferently.
"Yao Mozhen! What are you doing? You killed it! If you don't let you die, you will definitely come back to you! Certainly!" Night Hungry is crazy and screaming.
"This question is always being considered. How can it be completely dead? At the time of the Emperor's Mausoleum, Mo Zhen gave you a poison, and he took a few knives on you, but you still lived, and still Pick up such a big storm, night game, you are really tenacious!" Yao Mozhen smirked at the corner of his lips, slowly taking out the dagger from the sleeve.
"That is the **** of heaven! You are the emperor, God is not willing to let you die in the hands of your snake woman!" Night Hung.
"Snakes? Mo Zhen and then snakes, how can you fight against you?" Mo Zhen really wants to know, how did you start to fall to the dead? You have not thought about it, it is your flesh!" The tip slowly touched the chest that had already been **** in the night, and slowly and deeply.
"Ah--that kind of cockroach! He shouldn't have come to this world at all! He should have died! Like Yao Moxin, like you! You are damned!" The pain of the heart filled the nerves of the night, every The face has long been distorted, but the word for the former animal is exceptionally clear.
"Mo Zhen is really confused, and discussing this with a beast, it is tantamount to playing the piano, the night game, this knife goes down, the grudge between Mo Zhen and you, a write-off!" Yao Mo stunned, his hands clenched the dagger, Severely pierced the chest of the night game.
"Ah - Yao Mozhen... I just want to know... Are you reviving the corpse? Are you Yao Moxin?" The face of the night game suddenly became red, and the blood of Yin Hong overflowed from the mouth of the night.
"If you are reluctant to be a human being, you will be smashing your body!" When he was cold, Yao Mozhen became a singer, and now she is alive again, and she has a night of the game.
