MTL - The Cry of the Phoenix Which Reached the Ninth Heaven-Chapter 575 Infatuation
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Chapter 575 is an infatuation
"Night Junqing is really infatuated with Yao Mozhen. If it is a success, then you can consider burying them together." The cold voice of the illusion can't hear a trace of temperature, even after listening to such a touching story, she Still no touch.
"Night Junqing really can't stay." The long hair of the silver flowed through the faint moonlight, and the deep sorrow of the cold light, the heart of the heart gradually began to sway a trace of embarrassment, he has not tasted the taste of the past ten years. Baby, that feeling makes him uncomfortable. For a moment, he really hates that he is not the protagonist of the story, and he feels lost.
"What did the Master say?" The Magic is not going to entangle the enlightenment of Yao Mozhen's special enlightenment and change the topic. Because she believes that according to the personality of the Master, the discarded pieces, there is only one end.
"If you don't move, everything will be handled by Yao Mozhen, but if she finds that she has a change... I will return to the flames and test the country." Kailu lie, and the meaning of Sikongmu is very clear. Once Yao Mozhen has an abnormality, he will be on the spot. Fa-rectification.
"The Master has seen Yao Mozhen in this way!" The illusion was under the suspicion, but it was not moving.
"You go back first, this sacrifice has something to do with Yao Mozhen." Thinking of the rudeness of that day, Qi has been uneasy.
"I am waiting for you here." The illusion is not stupid enough to give them a chance to be alone, so they are determined to speak, and the tone is utterly determined. Silent, Kai turned a reversal into the room of Yao Mozhen.
There is a refreshing, faint aroma in the night breeze, which is similar to the taste of the leafy grass. Yao Mozhen is familiar with this taste. At that time, the sacred house of the flame country is visible everywhere. .
"The big sacrifice did not bring back the head of the illusion of the sacred woman?" When Yao returned, Yao Mo’s slang was amazing. Since Kaiyu appeared after disappearing day and night, I must have found the illusion, and it is the same. The illusion is out of the way.
"Hey, don't be nonsense!" Kai has already brewed a good mood and open mouth, but he doesn't want Yao Mo's mouth to be so bitter.
"How? The big sacrifice still wants to kill the baby? Well, the baby will not resist." Yao Mozhen does not feel how broad his heart is, dare to put her hand on her neck, this account she still has to liquidate .
"Before this is the sacrifice of the sacrifice, you should not put it on your heart." Kai Yan looks like water, faint opening.
"It's easy to say, the big sacrifice is almost a bit of a child's life! But forget it, who makes the child a public, a life can not be worth a few dollars." Yao Mozhen wanted to rest, but see Kai Appeared, and fell up with a few rounds of interest to accompany him.
Yao Mozhen’s words seem to be self-satisfied, but they are very embarrassing.
"I'm sorry." Kai Yan said these three words to Yao Mozhen in the name of Yan Chiguo's great sacrifice. In the eyes of anyone, it is a great gift. Yao Mozhen does not think so.
"The big ritual is certainly wrong, but the most important thing to say is sorry for the illusion. She is willful to be poisoned to death. If Chu believes that death, the child’s plan is to be over, how can this be a child? To report to the Master! Unless..." Yao Mozhen turned the finger of Ying Run Ruyu, and the scorpion subconsciously turned to the beginning.
"Unless what?" Kaiqi looked at Yao Mozhen, he thought his sentence would be exchanged for Yao Mozhen, after all, he was the first time in his life to admit his mistake.
"Unless the illusion is admitted to the face of this saint." Yao Mozhen knows that he is talking about the Arabian Nights. If you let the illusion say sorry to yourself, it is impossible to kill her with a knife.
"Hey, there is something wrong with the illusion, and there is no reason to admit it to you." Kaiqi understands the temper of the illusion, and if he does not say a few words to the illusion, the roof will be made in minutes. Amazingly, the endgame is even more difficult to clean up.
"The big sacrifice is not reasonable. The illusion is more noble. Can you compare it with the big sacrifice? Just if you didn't get it wrong, you apologize to your nephew? Why can you, can you not? What is she?! Yao Mozhen is trying to intensify the contradiction between the illusion and the illusion. One is to make Kaiqi a headache, and the other is to transfer the attention of the two.
"Hey, you..." Just as Kaiqi wanted to refute, there was a scream of screaming on the roof. Yao Mo screamed and immediately got up and walked out of the room, and Kailu also followed.
Just as Yao Mozhen walked down the stairs, Yin Xue, who saw the cold ice heart holding his mouth and vomiting blood, came in from outside the door. Behind him, he rubbed his hands and punched his fists and watched him outside.
"What happened?" When Yao Mozhen hurried forward, Yin Xue was bored on his chest, and another blood spattered.
"Bing Xin... She was the one who saved the nameless in the Golden Temple of Daxie and injured the cold robes. She must know the owner's whereabouts!" If it wasn't for Yao Mozhen, it would irritate the magic on the roof, and the illusion would not be true. The gas rises, and then Yin Xue in the house feels her existence, and things will not reach the present level.
"The treasurer, you see this..." Cold Bing hearted and helped Yin Xue, and looked at Yao Mozhen.
"It’s Yao Mozhen... Bing Xin, hey, you two are helping Yin Xue to go back, be sure to find a way to heal the wounds on her body. In the end, it’s a guest. If you know that the guests living in Juxianlou are guaranteed personal safety. No, it’s not a signboard!” Yao Mozhen turned to look at the illusion, and the voice was getting cold.
"Yin Xue does not go! Say! Where is Yao Mozhen? Where do you hide Yao Mozhen?" Even if it is not the opponent of the illusion, even if it rushes up, there is only one dead road, but Yin Xue has turned his back on the cold heart. Suddenly forward.
"The people! Look for death!" The illusion is on the head, which is the warning in the eyes of Yao Mozhen, see Yin Xue rushed up, the magical dynasty immediately luck, Yu palm raided.
Seeing the palm of the illusion, it was going to hit Yin Xue, and a blue figure suddenly fell and fell, and it was hard to take this hand for Yin Xue.
"Hey--" Yin Hong's blood rushed out from the night, and the pain of the heart pierced.
"Emperor!" Yin Xue did not expect that the night Junqing will pick up for himself, and after a while, rushed to the night of Junqing.
"You are fine. If you have an accident, you can't explain it to Mo Zhen. Without Liu Xing, no Tingyue, she can't live without you... 噗 ” ” 的 的 的 的 ” ” ” ” ” ” ” Qing can bear, plus the illusion is on the head, this palm, she can do all she can.
"If there is a case in the emperor, Yin Xue has a face to see the master! Emperor, you can't have anything!" Yin Xue tears through the water, and then put his hand behind the night Junqing, the only source of true gas. Constantly lost into the body of the night Junqing.
Looking at the scene in front of him, Yao Mo’s nose was sore and his heart hurt.
"Hey, save them two, or your handsome guy is not playing!" Yao Moqiang calmly did not let the tears flow out, turn to look at the magic, the light of the eyes, the cold bones.
Sakamoto wanted to protest, but when I saw Yao Mo's chilling gaze, I was very acquainted with the cold ice heart and put Yin Xue and Ye Junqing on the stairs.
"Hey, let's go." The illusion indifferently ignored Yao Mozhen's murder of the wrecking corpse and turned to leave.
"In the Juxianlou, the wilderness, so gone?" Yao Mozhen stepped on the suffocating step, step by step to the illusion, clearly no martial arts, but the chill of Yao Mozhen, but let the illusion Hey.
"How?" The illusion has always been a small Yao Yao, even if Yao Mozhen is like a phoenix at this time, but the illusion still does not put her in the eyes, there is no warning.
‘啪——’ The sound of the crisp sound suddenly sounded. The cockroaches and the cold ice heart that went to the third floor looked at each other when they saw the next scene. They all spit out their tongues, and the main son was angry. The sick cat turned into a tiger for a minute!
"The people! You dare to play this holy woman!" For a long time, the illusion was awakened like a dream, and his face was incredulously sullen, and his eyes glared like Yao Mozhen.
"Why don't you dare!" Yao Mozhen snorted coldly, and the lips swayed with a swaying palm. The palm was a little numb. This palm, she also tried her best.
"This saint killed you!" was successfully attacked by Yao Mozhen, and it was a shameful shame for the illusion. At this moment, the magical palms were fierce, and they seemed to scream toward Yao Mo.
"Magic, don't be noisy!" On one side, the long-lost singer suddenly blocked in front of Yao Mozhen, and hardly took the illusion.
"Hey! You didn't see it! She just hit me! You... how can you still protect her!" Seeing Kaiqi holding his own power of the palm of the hand, the illusion of illusion, the tears Gushed down.
"Hey, naturally, it’s not right, but..." After the Kailuan had not finished, he saw Yao Mozhen turn around and turn around Kailu to the front of the illusion, with his hands on the palm, accompanied by the second sound, Yao Mo The curvature of the lip angle is getting deeper and deeper, and the chill on the face is only a little relieved.
"Ah-贱民沧澜! Hey, let go!" The illusion of Yao Mo’s slap in the face suddenly turned into a madman, fiercely earning openness, exhausting all the infuriating in the body, and taking a palm to Yao Mozhen The heavenly cover.
The palm of the hand was so fierce, Yao Mozhen did not dodge, only stood there, holding his eyes on the illusion, a pair of deaths. In fact, Yao Mozhen is still very afraid of it! Who is not afraid of death in this world, but Yao Mozhen knows that he is far from the opponent of the illusion, and he is dodging like a coward. It is possible that he will not be careful to die, but it is better to calm down. She will use her own life to gamble. I will save her.
As it turned out, God opened his eyes again, just in the moment when the hand of the illusion of the sorcerer reached the top of Yao Mo's head, the palm of the hand was first hit on the illusion, and in this case, the barrier could not be stopped. On the occasion of a thousand miles, Kai can only shoot on the illusion.
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Yao Mozhen secretly sighed again and again, only to make his expression look calm.
"Magic, you remember, these two slaps are the sacred daughter for Yin Xue and the night prince to pay you back! It is cheaper, from now on, unless you apologize to the saint, you will no longer Welcome!" Yao Mozhen has decided to start and die, and he is not arrogant, waiting for it!
"The untouchables!" The illusion of the illusion of radiance to Yao Mozhen, the hysteria of hysteria.
"Magic, you are calm." Qi Wei moved to the side of the illusion, for fear of the illusion.
And said that Yao Mozhen said what he wanted to say, he felt that there was nothing in himself, so he turned and walked up the stairs, but his heart was mad.
"Magic, you... okay?" Seeing Yao Mozhen leave, Kai Qi secretly sighed, this side looked at the illusion, the eyes were a trace.
"Nothing... How can I be okay! You actually shot me, why do you actually beat me for such a public? Hey, I grew up with you since childhood. This way, I am not following you, I have no choice. You do anything! Now it’s your ruthless palm! 呃—“The tears of the illusion are rolling, the lips are bleeding, and the grief and indignation is just a time, just a glimpse of time. Luo is like a fairy who never eats human fireworks and turns into a blame.
"I don't want you to make mistakes again, you should know that she can't die." Looking at the despair and sorrow in the eyes of the illusion, the eyes of the singer flashed a sigh of relief, and he did have a heavy hand, but at that time, if not enough The strength of the, can not stop the magic.
