The Cry of the Phoenix Which Reached the Ninth Heaven

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Chapter 429 sent himself wrong

Unnamed, he heard the disdain in Yao Mo's remarks, his heart grievances, and suddenly he took the gas to the palm, and violently attacked Yao Mozhen!

Looking at the eyes of the illusion, Yao Mozhen slowly closed his eyes, Zhong Er, the mother missed you!

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

Until a lot of seconds, Yao Mozhen couldn't help but open his eyes, but there was no shadow of the nameless, and he said that the master is a master, and when he came down, she would say goodbye to Yang. Just as Yao Mozhen felt the emotion, he suddenly found out what was wrong! I saw that the foreground is still the same, and I just stood in the main hall. The difference is that there is no name!

Yao Mozhen has a moment of grief, isn’t it wrong to send yourself down?

In the darkness of the gods, a dragonfly carved with bloodstone is enshrined, and the taste of sandalwood is enjoyed by the claws.

The night pearl picks up the dark corner, and a black figure flutters like a ghost in the air. The silver-white long hair is windless, and the sky is drawn through the beautiful arc. The man is very beautiful, not like the charming beauty of Yan Nanzhen. The beauty of Junyi, like the night of Junqing, is also different from the evil spirits of Chu Mobei. To be exact, it is a kind of distance, a distance that people can’t dare to look directly at, and they want to worship at the bottom of their hearts. The distance from God.

"The nameless 叩 沧澜 沧澜 沧澜 祀 ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” 尊 尊 尊 尊 尊 尊 尊 尊 铁.

"The number of robbery is so, the meaning of God is so, the people who are born again against the heavens have the power to destroy the heavens and the earth.... Send Yao Moxuan back to the Chu Palace, she is still dead." The sound of the ethereal voice is faint, falling in my heart. As if there is the power of washing, driving away all the incitement in my heart.

"But... the illusion of the sorrow and the death of the nameless killing Yao Mozhen, in addition to the after trouble... 噗 ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” 胸 胸There is blood spurting out.

"Remember, without Yao Mozhen, there will be no war between the seven countries. Understand!" The strong pressure forced the innocent to be more humble. He didn't even dare to look up and only nodded.

The time passed by a second, until the nameless feeling that the pressure disappeared before he got up...

When Yao Mozhen was brought alive by Bai Hao, Bai Yan’s eyes remained on Yao Mozhen, and Yao Mozhen wanted to hit the wall.

"Cough...what are we going to do?" Looking at the inexhaustible rumor in front of him, Yao Mozhen was full of doubts, so he lived like this? Don't you die?

"Why didn't you kill you?" Bai Hao answered the question, Yao Mozhen finally got angry.

"Dead slut, you are enough! From now on, you have asked this question no more than a hundred times! What happened to him without killing me? You want me to die? I blew your chrysanthemum in my life! Explosion! "Yao Mozhen hates and swears to the white, but in fact, he is stared at such a lemur who is not male or female. Yao Mozhen is really not very cool."

"Cut! Don't die, what about me! Let's go, go to Chu Palace before dark!" Bai Yuzui, not even angry, this is what Yao Mozhen did not expect.

"Chu Palace? You said that you want to send me back to Chu Palace? Why?" Yao Mozhen felt that his thinking could not keep up with the current situation.

"You are really ruthless. That night, the game thinks that you think you are hurting lovesickness. Why should you go and see people?" The voice of Bai Yu is very numb, and Yao Mo can’t help but shake the goose bumps. .

"It doesn't make sense to do this without name." Since he understands the nameless mind, Yao Mozhen feels that the nameless practice is somewhat redundant. He wants to use his own appearance to stir up the fighting spirit of the night game. Unable to explain, Yao Mozhen shook his head.

"Is there any reason why you have the final say! Come on! The ambassador will have to come back!" Bai Yu was so eager to reach Yao Mozhen, but was refused by Yao Mozhen.

"Men and women don't kiss each other!" Yao Mo's words were indignant.

"This is a man?" The white cockroach was a little confused. Yao Mo screamed and supported the wall, his lips twitching and tears streaming.

It is true that Yao Mozhen is not willing to meet with the night at this time. After all, he is not exposed to the sun in the sky, and then he is not a strong man at this time. Rao is a night of anger. It is very likely that he has slaughtered himself, so Yao Mozhen finally wants to understand the innocent intention. He is afraid that he will die too comfortably, so he thought about using the night game to torture himself!

After a burst of sound, Yao Mozhen suddenly found himself standing in the Imperial Garden of the Chu Palace. In the late autumn, the royal garden was dying, the leaves were falling, and the depression made people feel awkward.

"Let's go, do you still need the ambassador to lead the way!" On the occasion of the opening of the day, Yao Mozhen did not hesitate to go to the Guan Palace.

"Hey! Who told you to go here! Go to the night game!" Bai Hao Deng pulled back Yao Mozhen, anxious.

Silent, Yao Mozhen shrugged his shoulders to the white, the meaning is: lead the way!

White feet, free to give Yao Mozhen two white eyes, went to the direction of the royal study. Yao Mozhen secretly sighed and fixed his mind, and escaped in the hands of the night game, she is sure.

There are tokens in the hands of the white storks, and the road from the Royal Garden to the Royal Study Room can be regarded as unimpeded. Although there are several familiar people who have been familiar with it, they have not waited for Yao Mozhen to identify them, and they have already run away. . At this point, Yao Mozhen can understand that even if it is a day in the sky, it is not impossible to see the odds of ghosts. Plus, the ghost is still turning his eyes from time to time, it is even more shocking.

Even if he is reluctant, Yao Mozhen still sees the night game. In a few months, the night game seems to have changed from person to person. It is still the robes of the body. It is still the top crown. The only difference is the one. The face, once a beautiful and beautiful, unparalleled night game, but now like the old man with the same shape, weight loss makes his cheekbone protruding, his eyes are sunken, his complexion is dull, and he is like a pool of stagnant water.

"Mo Mo? Mo Zhen is you?" Looking at Yao Mozhen in front of the Dragon case, the night game slowly rose, full of horror, Yao Mozhen even noticed that the hands of the night game were shaking.

"The emperor... oh... I want to see the emperor!" Yao Mozhen thought about it, and thought it was still stupid and stable. As for whether or not he could make it, let alone luck!

This time it’s the turn of the day, I want to vomit, and the person who is distinct and savvy like a monkey is now like a hundred rhinos stepping under the feet, especially the sound of the milk in the milk. The roots are erected.

"White 斩 尉 尉 特 特 特 姚 姚 姚 姚 姚 姚 姚 姚 姚 姚 姚 姚 姚 姚 姚 姚 姚 姚 姚 姚 姚 姚 姚 姚 姚 姚 姚 姚 姚 姚 姚 姚The night game did not look to the day, Yao Mozhen even suspected that the night game did not realize the existence of the day.

The door was closed, and the night game was still standing behind the dragon case. I watched Yao Mozhen intently, and there were two black holes in the day, which made people not see a little light.

"The emperor... You don't recognize the emperor in the emperor? Or... don't you want to be a monk?" Seeing the night game, Yao Mo's heart is uneasy, and the success or failure is here. She is sloppy.

The night game still has no opening, but it has already strode to Yao Mozhen, but this time, the night game is not to hold Yao Mozhen in his arms, but to reach out and grab the neck of Yao Mozhen.

"Oh...hey...the emperor don't want to be awkward...they bully the children....why are you so arrogant..." tears, rolling down the corners of your eyes, as if they were crystal clear beads On the back of the night's hand, it was broken into pieces of colored glass.