MTL - The Cry of the Phoenix Which Reached the Ninth Heaven-Chapter 71 How dead is so miserable!
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The seventy-first chapter is how terrible!
"If you have something to say." Night Jun Qing leaned on the tile on the roof, and the wind passed, and the brocade-like ink hair raised a sharp arc in the air. Under the moonlight, the interlacing of red and white is interesting and beautiful.
"Why stay here and get angry, go back to Fengyu Mountain Villa with me!" Yan Nanying said this sentence no less than several times.
"It's possible to say something." The darkness of the scorpion as deep as the night is like the vast sea. Looking at the glittering stars in the edgy sky, the twenty-eight stars are running regularly. He remembers that he has said that there are profits and losses in the moon, and there are also light and dark in the stars. This is the law of nature. The so-called night view of the stars, but the people with the heart are self-explanatory.
"That girl is really angry, why don't you go to apologize to her?" Yannan 笙 笙 眸 眸 眸 眸 眸 眸 眸 眸 眸 眸 眸 眸 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。
"This is even more impossible than the last one!" The night Junqing's eyebrows were wrinkled, and the anger in Yao Mo's eyes suddenly appeared in his mind.
"Then I shut up! Anyway, you think so in your heart." Yan Nan squatted on the glass tile on the roof, hands clasped behind his head, clothes scattered like red lotus, looking down Fairy and beautiful.
"I really don't want to understand why Yao Mozhen wants to do this. The night game is better for her than Mo Xin. The good king can't see the past, but she has to provoke the relationship between the night game and the left general. Chu Genji, in the end why! You said ... will it be related to Mo Xin?" Night Jun Qing Bai Si puzzled, turned to look at Yan Nan.
"Cough... You are full of Yao Moxin, I think you are poisoned! Isn't it possible that Yao Zhenting and Yan Heng have a festival?" Yan Nanzhen took the thought of the night Junqing At the other extreme, if he really guessed what he had, the consequences would be unimaginable. At that time, Yao Mozhen’s policeman’s warning was still in his ear.
"Maybe, you said... Should I remind the night game?" Night Junqing knows what Yao Moxin cares most about in his life.
"If you dare to tell the night game, I will break off with you in minutes! Yao Mozhen will not let you go!" Hey, let's blow the cold wind here, I don't wait!" The evil spirit of the evil spirit is abnormal. Yan Nanyu sat up steeply, his eyes glared at the night Junqing, and immediately got up, vacated and floated away. Until Yan Nanying's figure disappeared into the night, the night Junqing could still feel the chill he had left.
"I just said, do you want to be so excited!" When the night Junqing voice just fell, he heard a message from the distant sky "not to talk about" -
Night Junqing only felt a bit of aversion to the cold, and turned back to the room when he arrived, it was too strange!
In Guan Gong, Yao Mozhen sat at the table and stared at the table, but he looked farther through the table. On the 7th and 7th, my son, you rest in peace! Mother, sister, you can rest assured, I will remember this **** in my heart, do not have to wait too long, I swear!
"Odd girl, this is what you want." When Tingyue entered the door, Yao Mozhen quickly caught the grief of the bottom of his eyes, such as the abyss of the cold pool gradually calmed down.
The dinner was very good. I had to find a chance to talk to Yao Mozhen several times in the night. But every time I was blocked by her frosty face, until the end of the dinner, the night Junqing was never able to and Yao Mozhen Speak up.
"Today's smuggling looks very embarrassing..." Seeing Yao Mozhen want to get up and leave, when the night prince clears his hand, he stretches his hand to the smugglers, and he is extremely guilty of praise.
"Ting Yue, Su is very rare to like the florist, you will accompany the prince with the prince, the palace is tired." Yao Mozhen saw that he did not look at the night Junqing, handed the flounder to Tingyue, turned around go away.
"Hey, what is your attitude! If not... if it is not..." Ye Junqing never said the words behind him. If it is not today’s seventy-seven, he will not Will stare at her, I really do not know how to explain with a moment, in addition to the night game, Mo Xin most care about this sister.
The chilly moonlight pours like water, covering the entire palace, the wind rises, the branches sway, and the moonlight scatters the mottled trees through the leaves.
At the site of the cold palace, there was a simple room, which was the size of the cold palace. Yao Mozhen pushed the door in. Every step of the way seemed to exhaust her strength, tears plunged, her Zhong Er, died as miserable. Just think about it, the heart seems to be inserted by a scimitar, bringing a flesh and blood splash.
"Master, get ready." Yin Xue ignited the white candle and returned to Yao Mozhen, and silenced. Silently, Yao Mozhen slowly squats on the ground, lifting the papers one by one, and the fire is extinguished. Yao Mozhen’s face is like a supreme being.
At about half the time of the incense, Yin Xue stepped forward and leaned over to Yao Mo's ear.
"Master, they are coming." Yao Mo screamed, raised the last piece of paper, and immediately got up, and Mori coldly stared at the bluestone road outside the door. Yin Xue put away the white candle, and the paper was gray.
"According to the plan." Yao Mozhen snorted in a cold voice, and immediately after a gust of wind, Yao Mozhen and Yin Xue disappeared at the same time. At about the same time, Yao Suzhen led the white-browed road into the wing, behind him, the colorful fireflies held a bunch of implements carefully behind.
"Is it here?" The white eyebrows looked up and looked around, and the fox questioned.
"Yes, the ghost was killed here during his lifetime!" That was the happiest day of her life, and Yao Suzhen naturally would not forget.
"That's good, the poor road is here, please Huangfugui." White brow turned and took over the instrument in the hand of the color firefly, and placed it in the north position, and immediately raised the dust, since Gu Nian squats. Behind him, Yao Suzhen subconsciously holds the hand of the colorful firefly, and the beautiful woman looks around from time to time, and her heart is somewhat fearful.
The wind, gradually rising, the cold room of the blowing room, the white eyebrows raised the dust, and suddenly, the candle on both sides of the instrument suddenly went out, and the whole room was suddenly dark.
"The road is long... How can this be?" Yao Su was beautiful and steep, and the hand holding the colorful firefly tightened fiercely.
"This ghost resentment is too heavy! Emperor Guigui assured, the poor road has its own way to reduce it!" Bai Mei said something, lit the candlelight, once again set the dust, smashed. At this moment, there was a whirlwind in the house, and the paper ash on the ground rose with the wind and slowly swirled into a spiral.
"Dao Chang... This... What is going on?" Yao Suzhen shuddered and his voice changed, and his eyes looked at the strange scene in front of him.
