MTL - Golden Age Legitimate Fei-~ 401. Self-acceptance
401. Self-respect
Ye Liu can swear, she recently saw that Lei Zhenduo and Mo Jingli, who were aiming to rob the fire, were not pleasing to the eye, but she never thought about rectifying them with this method. Entering the guesthouse and seeing a group of "chaos" in front of him, Ye Liu only felt the pain of the frontal bursts. "I don't want to pull out the Chu Emperor!" Looking at Mo Jingli, he has already been beaten by Lei Zhen. Quickly dying, Ye Li quickly said. If it is now elsewhere, Lei Zhenduo wants to kill the ink-scaped glass, and he doesn't care, but he can't let Murjingli die in the place of the palace.
Feng Zhiyao looked up at the sky, "Wang Hao, where do we pull the south king of the town." Lei Zhenhao is one of the four masters of the world even if he has one less hand, and these people are not rushing to find it. ? And still for the sake of Mo Jingli, absolutely not.
"Ding Wang Yu, if we have a surprise in the Ding Wangfu..." The people brought by the next Mo Jingli are also anxious. Who makes the Nanwang force value of Xiling Town is too strong, and even worse, the Emperor suddenly feels that, even if no one is going to fight, he specializes in the South King.
Han Mingyue raised his eyebrows and smiled indifferently: "Is this a threat to the king's palace? Zhennan Wang wants to work with the Chu Emperor, and it has nothing to do with us." Looking at the man's dumb voice, his face flushed. Han Mingyue only said leisurely: "But... the Chu emperor is a guest, and the king will naturally guarantee his safety." The man glanced at the ink-and-wash that had been unrecognizable. If this is also called security, then he would rather be unsafe.
"Zhennan Wang, Chuhuang is the king of a country after all. What's more... here is the place where the king's palace is set." Ye Li stepped forward and looked at the two people frowning slightly, not pleased: "If the two come to pay homage to the prince Benedict is welcome, but if there is any personal grievance, please leave Feihongguan to solve it yourself." Lei Zhenhao will certainly not kill Mo Jingli, and now killing Mo Jingli is equal to helping the king's house. . When I heard Ye Liu, Lei Zhenyu snorted, and God’s “color” was cold and he stopped. Unexpectedly, he had just stopped, and Mo Jingli, who had been stunned as if he was going to die, was actually resurrected in the same place. Lei Zhen's face was "colorful" and he flew up and kicked him out.
"Don't go... don't go..." Mo Jingli, who was thrown out, whispered a whisper. All the people present were very good people in their ears. Naturally, his words were clearly heard, and his face looked blankly at the face of the color. For a long while, Feng Zhiyao came back to God and whispered to himself: "The original Chu Emperor turned out to be so deep, no wonder..."
"Feng San!" Lei Zhenduo's anger is venting, sweeping the phoenix's distant eyes and not paying to say a palm. Feng Zhiyao quickly and quickly retreated, and the other side of Han Mingyue also shot to Lei Zhenduo. Feng Zhiyao has been able to avoid this palm.
"Zhennan Wang." Ye Liu is not happy, Shen Sheng: "Zhennan Wang, here is Feihongguan, Ben Wangwang Nanwang self-respect." Lei Zhenyu took a deep breath, knowing that he could not take Fengzhi at this time. How far away, but everyone in the scene watching his eyes really made him unbearable. Lei Zhenduo lived a lifetime, even if there was a failure of the wolf, but it was never as difficult as it is now. Hateful and stunned by the side of the waiter to hold down the ink Jingli, Lei Zhenduo said: "There are still important things in the Wang Jun, first to leave."
Ye Zi did not stay much. As for what Lei Zhenduo said before, no one else really really minds. Nodded and said: "In this case, Benedict does not leave the town of Nanwang. Cold two, send me to the town of Nanwang." Several people present, except Han Mingyue, only the coldest Yuyu is the most reliable. Han Mingyue did not have a position in Wangfu, and naturally he could not be sent. If the "medicine" Feng Zhiyao and Han Mingxi give away, I am afraid that Lei Zhenyu will be provoked by Mao Zedong in three sentences.
Leng Yuyu nodded and said to Lei Zhen: "Zhen Nanwang please."
Lei Zhenduo Tieqing went away with his face.
On the other hand, Mo Jingli was still struggling under the pressure of the attendants. Ye Zi was too lazy to look at this ugly appearance. He just told him: "Give you a squat back to the room to rest. Do you need a doctor?"
The attendants around Mo Jingli looked at Mo Jingli with some embarrassment. The people with clear eyes naturally understood what happened to Mo Jingli. "Thank you, Wang Hao, no... no. We have a doctor."
Ye Zi did not have much control, just warned: "People in Benedictine House, please also be cautious."
"I will wait." Everyone. Ding Wang Wei This is to warn them not to move the maids in this general's house. They originally brought a lot of maids here. These people are naturally not willing to make Wang Hao unhappy for a few gimmicks. After all, it is still the place where the palace is fixed, so it should be accepted.
Looking at the servant of Mo Jingli, the person was carried back, and Feng Zhiyao and other talents could not help but laugh. Ye Liu Nai shook his head, and Mo Xiaobao was beaten this time. It was originally a mischief, but he did not expect to have such an ending.
Feng Zhiyao shook the folding fan, and smiled awkwardly: "I really didn't expect that the Chu emperor actually did this to Zhennan Wang... It is really, the broken sleeves are deep." The people turned their eyes together, anyway, Fengzhi It’s just that you have to press this thing on Lei Zhenduo and Mo Jingli’s head.
"Be careful, Lei Zhentao sent people to chase you." Han Mingxi reminded. It’s good to have a joke, but it’s not good to play with fire.
Feng Zhiyao’s grace is stunned. “Unless he personally comes, don’t he come to this son’s fear? What's more, he has no time to come during the transfer. More importantly, if he really chases me for this, isn’t it? Prove... my guess is true, so he wants to kill and kill?"
As a result, there was a message on the day that the wildfire caught the wind and spread the entire Feihongguan quickly and spread at all speeds.
At the beginning, it was like this. "I heard that the Emperor Chu had accidentally offended Zhennan Wang and was beaten by Zhennan Wang."
Then become such, "I heard that Huang Chu Zhennan Wang crush, could not help but offend Zhennan Wang, Zhennan Wang was severely beaten up."
Then there is this "I heard that the Emperor Chu’s intention.... was beaten by the town of Wangnan." [
But then so, "I heard that Huang and Chu Zhennan Wang. Sexual gratification, can not help ...., Then Zhennan Wang beating."
Finally - "I heard that the Emperor Chu was beaten by the king of Zhennan."
"why?"
"What do you say? It’s really ignorant."
"Ah? Is it..."
"Absolutely!"
So, when the next day, when Mo Jingli wakes up, the message has swept the entire Feihongguan. Mo Jingli, who had done what he had done the first day, was equally ashamed, but he could do it.
In the morning, Ye Liu sat in the pavilion in the garden to drink tea. The white clothes are free to roll up the hair and the powder without the slightest makeup. In the faint morning fog, it showed a bit of melancholy and sorrow.
What Mei Jingli stood outside the gazebo was such a beautiful picture, and he could not help but be distracted. Yesterday, I was just stunned by the nose and face. The original "sex" of Mo Jingli's face is definitely not coming out. But now there is not so much time for him to wait until the face is hurt and come out to meet people. Therefore, in the early morning, I had to stare at the strange eyes of the entire generals to see Ye Li.
"Wang Hao, Chu Huang came." Qin Feng walked into the gazebo whisper. Yeli nodded and said: "Please come in."
Qin Feng turned to invite Mo Jingli to come in, but Qin Feng himself did not withdraw, but instead stood in the pavilion less than three steps away from Ye Li, his eyes were unconcealed and stared at Mo Jingli. The eyes are full of warnings and precautions.
The face of Mo Jingli’s face was sinking, but it was only because of the injury on his face that he could not see it. Qin Feng and Ye Liu only saw his face twisted and distorted. Ye Li took the tea cup and sent it to the lips, covering the twitching and smiling of his lips. He whispered: "The injury of Chu Emperor does not matter. ?"
"No, want, tight!" Mo Jingli bite his teeth. Yesterday, he himself did not feel anything at the time, but he remembered it afterwards. I thought that I would like to ask for dissatisfaction to rush to an old man. Mo Jingli immediately felt a convulsion in his stomach. The breakfast that he had eaten this morning seemed to be spit out again. In fact, after he woke up in the middle of the night last night, he had already vomited once.
Mo Jingli knew that he was absolutely concealed, but on his own, he was still a doctor who was accompanying him. No one could understand how he was concealed. In addition to being bitten by Mo Xiaobao, this day, Mo Jingli barely approached the distance of two steps with anyone who was not around him. Even the tea drinks that are consumed are strictly checked. Therefore, Mo Jingli can't guess how he is recruited.
Yeli nodded and said: "Nothing is fine. Zhennan Wang is too impulsive. Yesterday afternoon, Zhennan Wang has already left Feihongguan." So if you want to find someone to settle accounts, you will find yourself. Let it go.
Mo Jingli determined that he did not want to see Lei Zhenduo again this year. Not only because he is used to "sex" nausea, but also because of the damage that Lei Zhenduo caused to him.
"Hey, come to you." Mo Jingli stared at Yeli Road.
Yeli nodded, "Chuhuang has something to say."
Mo Jingli glanced at Qin Feng next to him, frowning: "You first step back." Qin Feng did not hear the ear, just a faint look at him. Mo Jingli was very surprised to understand the meaning of Qin Feng's eyes. - You even have to rush to a man, who knows if you will do anything to us?
Upon seeing it, the blue ribs of Mo Jingli’s forehead jumped down, but they saw that Ye Liu did not mean to squander the Qin wind. He had to endure the anger in his heart: “There is something to discuss with you.” Ye Liu smiled: "Chuhuang please say."
"You and Ding Wangfu return to the big Chu, I promise that the ink is still a hereditary king." Mo Jing Li said of course, the tone of the high is even with a hint of charity. It should have been the appearance of domineering side leakage, because his image at this time added a bit of funny.
Ye Liuyu glared at him and said indifferently: "If Ben is not guessing wrong, should Chu Huang have reached an agreement with Nanwang of Xiling Town?"
Mo Jingli did not care about the sneer: "Lei Zhenyu can play tricks, is it necessary to abide by the agreement? Ye Li, as long as you bring the Ding Wang Fu to the big Chu, I promise that I will never treat you badly. ”
"How does the Chu emperor plan not to blame Bengbu?" Ye Li asked an eyebrow. Does the mind of Mo Jingli not really have a brain? He really thought that she said that she would return to the big Chu, and that the entire Wangfu and Mojiajun would be obedient and obedient.
I thought that Ye Zixin was moving, and Mo Jingli was satisfied with a smile. The confidence was full: "You can seal you back. Ye Li, you should know that after sealing a woman who has already married, it is from the dynasties. Things that have not been done are enough to prove the true heart of you."
The leaves are coveted, and the words "吟" are not spoken.
Mo Jingli is not in a hurry. This kind of thing naturally needs to be considered. And he has absolute confidence that Ye Liu will promise her. Ink repair is already dead, and Ye Li is just a woman. No man is supporting me without anything at all.
For a long time, Ye Liu was faint: "This is a time to consider."
Mo Jingli nodded: "Yes, I am waiting for your reply."
Yeli nodded and took Qin Feng away.
In the garden, Qin Feng followed Ye Ye, and asked: "Wang Hao, are you really thinking about this kind of thing?" Ye Liang nodded. "Nature is to be considered. I am thinking about... how to deal with ink. Jing Li."
"What are the plans of Wang Hao?" Qin Feng asked curiously.
Ye Liu thought about it and said faintly: "Throw it out."
Looking at Ye Liu strolling, Qin Feng blinked and raised his hand and snapped a finger. Four unicorns appeared in front of Qin Feng. Qin Feng raised his eyebrow and asked: "Is it true that Wang Hao’s words are understood?"
"What does Wang Hao mean?"
Qin Feng smiled and said: "It is literally, throwing, going out, going."
After a quarter of an hour, an emperor's suit but a nose and a swollen face almost could not recognize the original man was thrown away from the Feihong Guancheng upstairs.
On the tower of the city, Feng Yueyao, who is playing against the game, shook his head in regret: "The unicorn is getting more and more things, and even throwing individuals will not." If it is him, he will point his "hole" down. Throw it down. It is guaranteed that there will be no such thing as a difficult thing in the face of the ink-faced face.
Han Mingyue smiled and said: "There are people below."
Below are the guards stationed by the squadrons brought by Mo Jingli outside the city. How could it be that Mo Jingli was killed? Qilin Mingming fell very well, even if three big inner guards leaped to catch up with Mo Jingli, Mo Jingli still paid the price of a right hand fracture. If you are heavier, you can permanently lick your right body.
"Ye Li?! I will not let you go!" Outside the city, Mo Jingli roared.
"Hey--" A piece of chess came straight from the tower, and it just rushed to the mouth of Mo Jingli. The guards who were waiting for caution were suddenly stunned by the emperor’s sudden roar, and they did not have time to take the attack. Han Mingyue elegantly took a handkerchief and wiped his hand. "Mu Jingli became more and more rude after the emperor."
"Moon moon son good tricks." Feng Zhiyao smiled face full of praise. The two men looked at each other and looked at the dust of the following Mojing Lie.
On the mountain road of Dachu to Xiling, Ling Tiehan three people are riding on a horse. Although the 阎王阁 lost a lot this time, it is not an important thing for Ling Tiehan, who already has a retreat. If you are still there, it will be a big problem to be handed over to you in the future. After all, the killer organization is different from the others. If you use it improperly, it is very likely to cause great trouble.
While talking with two younger brothers and sisters, Ling Tiehan suddenly frowned. Waiting for the cold and the moon to talk, Ling Tiehan calmly said: "You retreat." Although the cold man did not understand the meaning of his elder brother, but saw his face look dignified, or obedient to the other side Go.
"Ding Wang, since I came here, why not come out." Ling Tiehan sighed.
Standing in the distance and watching the cold and the sick students are amazed, they have come this way, the news that the king has already passed away has already spread all over the world. But big brother is...
At the time of the two worried, a white figure appeared on a small hill on the mountain road. White clothes are like snow, white hair is like frost. In the hands of ink repairing, the sword was burned, and the **** "color" stared indifferently at Ling Tinghan, riding on the horse's back. It seems that it is not surprising that Ling Tiehan knows that he is not dead.
Ling Tiehan sighed a bit, and said: "Ding Wang please."
Ink repairs did not follow him, a cold light cut through the sky, and the sword was burned out of the sheath, and the murderous gas with the overwhelming pressure pressed in the direction of Ling Tiehan. Ling Tiehan took a shot of the horse under the seat and jumped out of the air. At the same time, the iron sword in the hand was also sheathed, and a sturdy sword gas was drawn toward the direction of ink repair. The impact of the two swords in the gas phase collision caused the two to involuntarily retreat a dozen steps to stabilize the pace, but the trees where the sword gas went were twisted by the brush.
A slamming sound, the iron sword in the hands of Ling Tiehan was broken. Ling Tiehan's sword is also a good sword that picks one in a thousand, but it is still much worse than the hand-made sword in the hands of Mo Xiu. Therefore, it is not an accident to break into several segments under one collision. Ink repairs have always been disdainful to deceive people with the weapon of the gods, but this time it seems that they do not care at all. As if not to mention Ling Tiehan is an iron sword, even if Ling Tiehan is bare-handed, he can still burn the sword. This also made Ling Tiehan understand, because he shot on Ye Li, the anger of ink repair.
"Big Brother!" Cold Moon could not help but exclaimed. Raise your hand and throw the weapon in your hand. Cold Moon is good at hidden weapons, and is not very proficient in the sword. But because of this, Ling Tiehan has prepared good weapons for the two younger siblings. The sword in the hands of the cold moon is far better than the sword used by Ling Tiehan himself. However, even the powerful sword is also stunned by the burning of the sword, so Ling Tiehan waved his hand and refused the sword of the cold moon.
In the face of Ling Tiehan, the ink repairing sword front pointed out: "This king has always been a rare opponent in the Lingge, but he has never been a stalker. It is an exception. Today, the king will definitely be extremely regret."
Ling Tie Hannai’s bitter smile said: “This seat has never thought of meeting the life and death of Ding Wang. However, there are many things in this world that have to be done.” Mo Xiu snorted, no longer embarrassed, burning in his hands. The sword sings out the cold edge and comes to Ling Ling Han. He didn't want to know what was hard and what had to be done. For the ink repair, the person who shot the hand of Ali will die, there is no reason, there is no right or wrong.
On the mountain road, the two figures quickly became a group. With the martial arts of cold and sorrowful books, at most, only two phantoms can be seen swaying in the air, and there are almost murderous murders that are scattered around. From time to time, the sword of the "shooting" almost twisted everything that was touched into powder. Cold and tight, he grabbed the wrist of the sick student and stared anxiously at the place they were destined to be unclear. The sick student is also not good. His illness has already been good, but just now, the strong murderousness of the law makes him unable to stop coughing.
"Big Brother?!" Just when the two were anxious and inexplicable, Ling Tiehan’s voice suddenly fell from the air. The sick student quickly jumped up and flew to catch the body of Ling Tiehan. Cold and smashing the teeth, the sword was rushed toward the ink repair.
"Second sister, stop!" Ling Tiehan exclaimed: "Ding Wang, his mercy!"
"呯 呯 ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” 手中 手中 手中 手中 手中 手中 手中 手中 手中 手中 手中 手中 手中 手中 手中 手中 手中 手中 手中 手中 手中 手中 手中 手中 手中Cold and cold, and then retreat, and finally could not help but fall to sit on the ground, the tip of the sword flew past her face, nailed to the tree behind him. Sitting on the ground in cold weather, it is full of sweat. Just now she clearly felt the chill of the sword wing flying over the cheeks of her own moment.
In the midst of Mo Xiu’s condescending contempt, everyone’s eyes are indifferent to the gods in the sky, “not self-reliant.”
Cold and stubbornly reluctantly smashed the ink and repaired it, and sighed: "My older brother has not killed Wang Hao, and it is too much for the king to do so!"
Ink repaired and sneered, "I didn't kill it. Ari suffered a little injury, and the king smashed you up and down the king's pavilion and fed the dog!"
Xu was inspired by Mo Jingli as if he was looking at the ants. Leng Yiyue also forgot the fear of the moment. He sneered: "My older brother really wants to kill Ye Li, do you think Ye Liu still lived now?" Yu Wange is a killer, and Ling Tiehan is the only killer in the world. Really want to kill Ye Li, how can she almost escape to her? Even if he didn't want to offend the palace, Ling Tiehan really was a man of mercy.
"琉月." Ling Tiehan frowned and sighed.
Cold Moon had to live unwillingly, and Ling Tiehan stood up slowly. He stopped for such a moment and he also adjusted his interest. Although the injury is very heavy, it does not have the slightest effort to fight back. Ling Tiehan looked at ink repair and said: "Ding Wang, there are still some things to do in this seat. I must have a urgency to wait for the king. If the matter is completed, I will give the king a confession. When you and I will Decide to die, how? What's more... Now that the prince is not hurting at all? If the seat is doing its best, can the king be sure to retreat?"
When Murray was silent for a moment, he said: "It’s good. After three months, the king will come back to Lingge."
Ling Tiehan nodded. "This seat is always waiting. Dear."
Ink repaired no longer talking, and Ling Tiehan took the cold-flowing moon and went back to the horse.
"Wang Ye." A black guard appeared in front of the ink repair and whispered.
"Look." Ink repairs indifferent. Raise your hand and touch it, a trace of blood spilling from the lips.
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