The Cry of the Phoenix Which Reached the Ninth Heaven

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Chapter 194 is the difference between water and fire

Yao Mozhen stayed in the same place, and he only slowed down the gods for a long time. For the sudden anger of Chu Moxin, Yao Mozhen felt unreasonable. Even so, this incident still caused her headache.

The dinner was very good, and it was hard to see Yao Mozhen sitting there with a listlessness.

"No appetite?" Night Jun Qing asked kindly.

"Chu Moxin may be really angry." Yao Mozhen sighed and immediately squatted down the porcelain bowl and looked sad.

"In fact, the king really can't figure out how the two people who are in the same situation can suddenly be so good? It's incredible!" Even though the night Junqing doesn't think it, his tone is clear and full of sourness.

"Is Mo Zhen and Wang Ye not the same as before?" Yao Mozhen just wanted to explain that everything is possible, but the result is not satisfactory.

"This king spent almost a year to make up with you as a jade, and Chu Moxin only used a short three days. It seems that the king is really self-satisfied." The night of the night, the cold voice opened, and immediately got up and left.

After a wave of unrest, a wave of ups and downs, Yao Mozhen suddenly suspected that his IQ has fallen? What did she say, it would make Chu Moxin and Ye Junqing so hot!

"Ting Yue, what is the problem with this palace? Did you hear it?" Yao Mosuo simply turned to help, looking for Ting Yue.

"Anniling... Su Prince seems to be eating the vinegar of the cold king." Ting Yue responded cautiously.

"Is it?" Yao Mo suddenly looked at Tingyue, and his heart was smeared with a trace of emotion, and jealousy, at least he no longer only mourned Yao Moxin. However, she knew that there was only one person who mourned from the beginning to the end.

In the evening, Yao Mozhen made the night Jun to the cold palace garden on the grounds of Yao Moxin.

The bright moonlight dimmed the stars in the night sky. Yao Mozhen was independent in front of the cold palace, and the bottom of his heart gradually developed a cold chill. Even if the time passed, the scene of that day was always dreaming. I don’t know how many nights, she woke up in the night. The side of the game, burst into tears. On several occasions, she really wanted to break the neck of the night game, and ended all of this, but she resisted, what is difficult to die, the hard part is that life is better than death!

"Do you want to tell the king about what is wrong?" When he heard the sound of the night Jun, Yao Mozhen shook his sleeves and wiped the tears in his eyes.

"About the matter of my sister." Yao Mozhen smiled at the lips, but her joke did not make the night Junqing soothing for a moment.

"You know what the king cares most, so you shouldn't make a joke about the person that the king cares the most." When he saw Yao Mo's lips and a smile, the night Jun suddenly turned.

"The big sister once said that you have no fate. If it wasn't for the prince who brought the mask of the night game to save her, there would be no such thing as an oolong thing." Yao Mozhen took a deep breath, this is her most. Unwilling to face things, if not the wrong person at the beginning, her life will not be different.

"She told you this way?" The night Jun Qing heard the sound of a shock, Yao Mozhen heard that his voice was shaking.

"Yeah, she said that if she knew that the person who saved her that night was you, not the night game, she would have different choices." Yao Moyun said lightly, but his heart was faint, these words She has never mentioned it with the night.

"It turned out that she always remembered that night..." Night Jun Qing stepped on the heavy steps and walked to Yao Mozhen, his voice was low, as if something was lying in his throat, let him breathe. Come.

"Helping the grace, she will forget." Yao Mozhen looked at the night Junqing, that night, vaguely returned to the front, the girl Huaichun met the hero to save the beauty, everything started like this, but who can think of it, but the ending It is so bleak.

"It's the king's fault... It's the king that shouldn't bring that mask! Why? How could the king be so confused!" The night Jun Qing hands clenched into fists, and the annoyed remorseful fist squatted in the tree. On the moonlight, the blood at the night of the Junjie Festival is clearly visible.

"Mo婉 knew that the prince would be the reaction now. Did the prince ever think about why the older sister knew that the person who saved himself was the prince, but did not leave the night game?" Yao Mozhen looked at the night Junqing with distressed feelings. But did not stop him, he really needs to vent.

"Why?" The night Junqing suddenly slammed, the clear dawn with endless hope and hope. Yao Mozhen knows what he is looking forward to, but she can't give him the so-called expectation. She said that all this, even if it is not all true, just wants to let the night Jun clear and then cling.

"Because at that time, the person who was determined by the big sister's heart... is the night game. This is the big sister who told Mo Zhen." Yao Mozhen is a word, clear and incomparable, she wants to tell the night Junqing, when Yao Moxin did not feel his affection, but she gave up.

"This king knows that she loves the night and loves her heart." The night is clear and dull. He thought that Yao Mozhen would tell him that Yao Moxin refused his feelings because he had already ###. Maybe, his heart will be more comfortable.

"Mo Zhen is thinking, if there is no big sister, how can Wang Ye's life be brilliant." Yao Mozhen's heart is bitter, and if she does not appear, the night Junqing will be the emperor.

"If there is no such thing as it happens, this Wang Bai came to the world once..." When the night was clear and painful, Yao Mozhen suddenly stepped forward and grabbed the thin lips of the night Junqing with one hand. The other hand grabbed the night Junqing and hid in the corner next to it.

"You!" Night Junqing was amazed and wanted to resist, but listened to Yao Mozhen.

"Hey, somebody!" The night Jun Qing heard the sound, suddenly quieted down, and looked in the direction of Yao Mozhen. I saw a figure coming from afar.

"It seems to be..." The night prince was clear and whispered, whispering.

"It's a slap in the face." Yao Mo was dull and dignified. In the middle of the night, Yan Cai's children were not staying at Duyue Xuan. How did he get here? Wouldn't it be about Huang Junjun?

A good spirit that is not good or bad, just in the place where Yan Caier stood there less than half a cup of tea, Huangfu Jun Hugh appeared in front of Yao Mozhen as expected.

"It’s late, please ask my goddess for forgiveness.” Under the moonlight, Huangfu’s face was painted with a layer of silver, warm and elegant, like a god. At this moment, Huang Yujun took a fist with both hands and respected the ceremony.

"The imperial concubine is pleased to pick up, this palace is also only arrived. In fact... this palace and the messenger are not in this way, and the messenger has passed three words in a row. This palace is afraid of something important, so it is only I have to see, the messenger has something to say, this palace can not stay here for a long time." In the end is everyone's show, even if the heart has been happy and can not be self-sustaining, but the face is still a difficult expression.

"It’s a good time to take a break, but Jun Jun can’t stand the pain of Acacia. Since that day, I’m seeing it with the girl’s first appearance. Junxiu is attracted by the fairy goddess of the goddess, so that the night can’t be smashed, and for a few more days, Junxiu’s If you don’t see the Niangniang, if you don’t see the Niangniang, Junxiu will suffer from Acacia and die.” Huangfu Jun’s sword and eyebrows are tight, and the beautiful Fengmeng flashes with unconcealed love.