The Cry of the Phoenix Which Reached the Ninth Heaven

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Chapter 136 This scorpion is not for you!

"When you walk the night road, you are not afraid of ghosts. When will this father of the palace be able to remember for a long time? Go ahead. Go ahead." Yao Mozhen waved his hand back to Liu Xing, and immediately turned to the point of the toe, swaying on the swing. .

At this moment, the night Jun Qing looked awkward stepping, and the scared little 蹭 窜 窜 树 树 树 树 , , 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。

"This king really can't tolerate the **** of Anshan, and he killed a palace girl!" The night Jun Qing eyebrows wrinkled, and his eyes were indignant.

"Wang Ye, but promised to be Mo Zhen, no longer intervene in the Anshan, so forgot?" Yao Mo 婉 point to the ground, stopped the swing, lightly looking at the night Junqing.

"Can not let the Anshanshan so grassy life!" Night Jun Qing went to Yao Mozhen, and looked at the Fengwei Yaoxian, which was inserted in Yao Mo's head.

"This is a matter of self-consideration. Wang Ye doesn't break things about Mo Zhen." Yao Mo whispered and didn't want to explain more.

"Cough... This scorpion is not for you!" Night Junqing knew that he couldn't move the Anshan Mountain. It was stopped by the quicksand before that time. It must be Yao Mozhen.

"No, Mo Zhen feels very good, very cute!" Yao Moxuan subconsciously stroked Fufeng tail Yaoxian, his eyebrows bent.

"Because it is too blust, too glaring, cover up your light!" Night Junqing is a serious analysis.

"In fact, if Wang Ye wants this scorpion, there is no way." Yao Mozhen held the ropes on both sides of the swing with his hands, and the sly scorpion squinted at the night.

"Fengyu Villa has a total of three ‘9 songs back to the soul Dan', now only one is left, you better to dispel the thoughts, or Yan Nanzhen can really fight with you!” Night Junqing reminds me.

"There is still one!" The light in the eyes of Yao Mozhen made the night Junqing want to fan his mouth. It turned out that Yao Mozhen didn't know!

"Cough... I didn't say it all." Night Jun Qing turned and wanted to go, but was stopped by Yao Mozhen.

"Don't you want a scorpion?" Yao Mozhen whispered his mouth.

“There are other ways?” The night of the Qing dynasty rekindled hope.

"As long as the prince helps Mo Mo to swing a few swings, Mo Zhen will give this scorpion to the prince." Yao Mo's voice is as crisp as Huang Qi, exceptionally sweet. The night Jun Qing heard the sound and turned, step by step back to Yao Mozhen.

“So simple?” The night is clear and the lips are as if they don’t believe in their ears.

"Yeah, of course, if the prince is not willing..."

"Who said that I don't want to!" When the night Jun Qing Deng refuted, his hands immediately waved the ropes of the swing, not willing? It’s rare that Yao Mozhen is so generous. If he doesn’t want to, he is a fool!

The wind blew, blowing the long hair of Yao Mo's ink, and the long skirt danced in the air with tiny waves. The petals circling in the air fell on Yao Mo's shoulder with the wind, the beauty is beautiful, especially the phoenix tail. Yaoxian 簪, smart and flashing, add a few dreams.

Looking at Yao Mozhen, who was swaying in the wind, the heart of the night Junqing gradually gave birth to a trace of embarrassment. He lied, and the Fengwei Yaoxian was very good with her. At this moment, Yao Mozhen is comparable to Heaven. Under the sun, Fengwei Yaoxian sings with dazzling light, piercing the eyes of the night Junqing, and then when he opens, he sees the people on the swing is innocent.

"I don't care... Where did you go, how much Junqing missed you, know..." Just at the end of the night, suddenly I heard a scream, waiting for the night. When the reaction came over, Yao Mozhen had already slammed into the ground, and his appearance was very miserable.

"Night Junqing! You are deliberate!" Yao Mozhen looked up in pain and pointed at the nose of the night Junqing, shouting loudly. At this moment, the night game has already come in.

"Hey, let's take a look at it, are there any falls?" Night Hungyi pulled away Yao Mozhen, and his hands held up Yao Mo's small face, full of pity.

"The emperor! You have to give the deaf children the master! Night Junqing is deliberate, he bullies people!" Yao Mozhen cried and went to the night of the game, the heart is still mad, if not her eye pointed to the night The game, and then did the only action, with the suspicion of the night game, will doubt the relationship between himself and the night Junqing.

Looking at Yao Mozhen leaning in the night of the game, the night is clear and the heart is sour, the faint pain makes him panic. When he sees Yao Mozhen and the night, he will feel uncomfortable. But it is not like this now, it will be distressed. How can this be? The night Junqing was shocked by the most real reaction in his heart, and even forgot to give a gift to the night.

"Jun Qing! How can Yao Yao be too much for your emperor, how can you bully her like this?" Night Hung Yi looked at the night and looked at the night.

"The emperor, the arm of the nephew is broken, so it hurts!" Yao Mozhen saw the night Jun Qing squatting there, and when he pulled up the sleeves, the white scorpion's arm was rubbed out with two blood marks.

"The younger brother is guilty, please the emperor to punish." Looking at the wound on Yao Mo's arm, the night Junqing's eyebrows twitched slightly, kneeling on the ground.

"But, if you let me see you bullying Yao Hao in the future, I will not be light!" Hey, I will accompany you back to the medicine." Night Hung Yi waved his hand, indicating that the night Jun Qing got up, and then took Yao Mozhen Walk out of the pear garden.

Just when the night game went out almost two or three steps, I suddenly looked back at the night Junqing.

"On these two days, Li Yu will come back. If you have nothing to do, you will help Anshan to prepare for it, and you will pick up the dust for him!" When he heard the words of Li Liyu, Yao Mozhen’s heart was shocked, and the pure voice flashed. Passing a cold, cold mans.

The night game actually turned the night Li Yu back! It seems that he still refutes the revenge of the Prince of Dunhuang, so he only transferred his own brother, except the night Junqing, the only one who survived the battle of the palace, Li Liyu, who returned to the Imperial City from the northwest.

The night Jun Qing survived because the night game relied on him to lay down thousands of miles for himself, and the night Li Yu could survive, because his temperament was rough, there was no chance, and he was obedient to the night. Of course, The blood relationship also has a certain weight, but Yao Mozhen knows that if the night Li Yu has a little bit of a throne, the night game will certainly not take into account such a little blood relationship.

In Yao Mozhen’s impression, Li Liyu can be called a Shuhan. No matter how long the looks or the mind are, I don’t know how much the night’s game is. The most important thing is that this person has an inexplicable hostility towards the night’s Qing Dynasty. A few times he deliberately created an opportunity to set the night to be dead, and it is not a good thing to return him! It seems that the next days can't be calm.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Feeling the abnormality of the beautiful woman in the arms, the night game screamed.

"So let the night Jun go away? Hey, I want him to fall too!" Yao Mozhen gathered the savvy eyes, licked his sore arm, and looked at the night with a reluctant look. .

"The nephew's nephew has always been generous, and he doesn't know him in general. Is it good?" The night game sounded loud and laughed, and then he helped Yao Mozhen into the Guanyin Palace.

In the evening, when Yin Xue took Mingyu to the bedroom of Guanyin Palace, Yao Mozhen was sitting in front of the dressing table and meditating quietly.

"Master, people brought it!" Yin Xue respectfully opened, and immediately solved the dumb point of Mingyu.