The Cry of the Phoenix Which Reached the Ninth Heaven

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Chapter 505 is appropriate

Not to mention the night game, even Di Feng himself is incredible.

"It's a locust!" When ### came forward, it was discovered that from the belly of the black panther, a red bug was slowly crawled out.

"There is no reason for this!" The night of the game is like a cone. Going forward, stepping on the sleeves, you can see the black panther and the mites on it.

"The Princess of the Moon saves Di Feng's life, and Di Feng must return it in the next life!" Di Feng fixed his mind and made a fist toward Duan Wutong behind the iron bar.

"Night Hung! If you dare to touch Xia Wang a hair, my Loulan must be the power of the country to avenge him." Loulan Wang did not expect that the night game was so mad, immediately angered.

"The king of Chu can be stopped, and everything should be left for himself." Feng Yi snorted.

"Hey, you don't need to retreat! Don't be afraid of Loulan! Come on, pick up the arrow, stumble and look at it. The locusts of the Princess of the Moon can be manipulated!" The night of the game is like a sly, screaming. In fact, Duan Wutong can not control the arrow, but can control the person who uses the arrow, but unfortunately, the locust on her body is gone.

"In the heart of the deaf children, the emperor has always been talking about it. Now it seems that the nephew is wrong." The soft voice is melodious and melodious, the night is loud and the sound is soaring, and the thoughts in the bottom of my heart are like the sea. Surging, drowning his heart.

"婉儿..." The night hunter stunned and turned back, and the bottom of his eyes burst into a mist, faintly remembering the indifference of Yao Mozhen that night, the eyes, as if the sharp cone stabbed his heart, let him forget to breathe, he complained Over, hate, but in the end, or endless thoughts filled his whole heart.

It turns out that regardless of whether Yao Mozhen is an idiot or not, no matter what she did to be sorry for her own affairs, the night game has been loved and unable to extricate herself.

"Yao Mozhen, you are stupid! Who will let you come!" At the moment of seeing Yao Mozhen, Di Feng sighed.

"Mo Mo, you shouldn't come!" Feng Yihan's heart suddenly picked up, and the sword was close.

"You are stupid, when you come, you are sent to death. We are just four to make up the table. You have come extra!" Loulan Wang shook his head, but his heart was praised by Yao Mozhen, and he was kind and righteous.

"Sister... Mo Zhen sister, in fact, you can change what you come to! What Wu Tongtong most wants to see is this scene." Duan Wutong looked at Yao Mozhen, and his eyes were foggy. If both worlds die in the same person, what a helplessness.

"You all shut up! Yao Mozhen! Are you wrong? There is no!" The night screams, striding across to Yao Mozhen, his hands slamming on Yao Mozhen’s snow neck.

"Mo is wrong..." Yao Mozhen knows when the mouth is hard and when it should be properly bent. Yao Mozhen’s answer exceeded the expectations of the night game. He thought that Yao Mozhen would insist on revenge for his sister. So the night game did not have the reason to force again, slowly release the palm.

"You are wrong? Do you know that you are wrong?" Night Hongyi suddenly looked at Yao Mozhen, that face, glamorous as ever, vaguely remembered Yao Xiangfu overnight, so beautiful woman, he walked into his heart at a glance, Perhaps from that moment on, he fell in love with this woman, who looks like a fool, but a woman like an elf.

"Yeah, Mo Zhen was wrong. I knew that I was arrested, and the oriole was behind. Mo Zhen should let a few stay in Dalat." Yao Mozhen shrugged and annoyed.

"Yao Mozhen!" Night Hung loudly shouted.

"The emperor is angry, Mo Zhen is only telling the truth. Now that the deaf is back, should the emperor leave a few people to leave Qingfeng Mountain?" If Yao Mozhen is still awkward before coming to Qingfeng Mountain, now, Yao Mozhen found confidence in the eyes of the night game, she believes that the night game will never kill her.

"Dream! If they go back, they will let go of the big Chu!" The night game snorted, and the eyes flashed through a cold mang, almost at the same time, Yao Mozhen’s shot, the already prepared dagger was in himself. Around the neck.

"If they are not deaf children, they will not suffer from this. If they die, they should pay for their lives." Yao Mozhen's dagger clung to his snow neck, and the twilight was cold and waveless.

"Yao Mozhen, do you think you are still a woman on the top of your heart! You want to die, you won't stop you! You won't let them for you!" Night Hyun looked at Yao Mozhen, eyes cold Like ice.

"Is it? Since the emperor does not care about Mo Zhen, why did he risk imprisoning the princess of the Three Kingdoms, the emperor will not hesitate to make the public anger to let Mo Zhen come back, is it just to let Mo Zhen die in front of you? Well, Mo Zhencheng is the emperor! "Yao Mo stunned, and the jade wrist slammed hard.

"Stop!" Seeing the blood falling from the snow neck of Yao Mozhen, the night of the game screamed, and the sly sleeves took over the dagger in Yao Mo's hands.

"The emperor promised to let them?" Yao Mozhen Liu Mei picked up, cold look at the night game. In fact, even if it is a bitterness, Yao Mozhen does not want to hurt himself in front of the night game.

So before coming, Yao Mozhen specially made a bag containing chicken blood and applied it to his neck with a trick learned from Leng Bingxin. Although her easy-to-handle method is very rough, she can have chicken blood cover. You can still get away with it.

"Impossible! Yao Mozhen, don't be too much! Do you really think that you can't bear you?" The night is a bit of a heart, except for reluctance, what reason does he have to see Yao Mozhen, there is no reason to let her self-mutilation.

"In fact, my nephew is also very curious. After the emperor knows the truth, will he treat his nephew like a big sister? In the end, the emperor’s vows are true or false..." The night game has not reacted to the empty space. Yao Mozhen actually took the dagger from his sleeve and reached his neck.

Yin Hong's blood fell to the ground like a man in the hell, and he saw the heart of the night.

"Yao Mozhen, you stop!" In the cell, Feng Yihan shouted loudly, and could not imagine the pain. Loulan Wang also frowned, his eyes were cold and the blade was cold. On one side, Duan Wutong inadvertently walked between the two and whispered a word. Then the snoring of Feng Yihan was even louder. Loulan Wang also grieves from time to time. With the words of Wu Tong, the blood is fake. We better to louden again and disturb the attention of the night game. Outside the iron fence, Di Feng is not clear, so the more sorrowful!

"Let them!" Seeing Yao Mo's hand holding the dagger tightly, the night game is a compromise. He can't afford Yao Mozhen to die in front of him. Even before that, he thought about a thousand kinds. Torture the way of Yao Mozhen. But when he saw the blood pouring from Yao Mozhen’s snow neck, he was still soft.

"The emperor, never want to! Put them, Dachu will be finished!" ###闻声, worry and comfort.

"Is the emperor really willing to let them out for the deaf? Doesn't the emperor blame the children?" Yao Mo has tears in his eyes, and his voice is full of crying.

"Let!" Yao Mo's tears melted the coldness of the night. Looking at the decision in the eyes of the night, the ### and other guards are all on the ground.

"The emperor thinks twice! These people can't put it! If they go out and join together to help the night Junqing, the consequences are unimaginable. The emperor really wants Jiangshan Yizhu, I really want to give the emperor a hand to the night Junqing!" ###悲戚开口,字The word mark is on the soft underbelly of the night game.

Seeing that the night game was hesitant, Yao Mozhen threw the dagger into the arms of the night Junqing.