The Cry of the Phoenix Which Reached the Ninth Heaven

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Chapter 535 Cold Light

"Returning the corpse to the soul... Oh, ridiculous, ridiculous!" Night Hung squinted at the chest, fell in front of the tombstone, and his eyes were at a loss.

"Newlywed night, the emperor said that the most beautiful, comparable to the spring and autumn, the emperor said that this life will be like the beginning, even if the heart is out, the emperor will also block all the whispers in the DPRK, everything goes wrong, I will never give up! That night, the emperor and Mo Xin are sitting in the air, all the things they talk about are suppressing the arrogance of the night monarchy. The emperor wants to adjust the night to the side, and feels wrong. Gao Luyuan, if there is an accident, the whip is too long..." The cold voice tells the night of ten years ago, Yao Moxiao smiled, she was stupid, a man who discussed how to protect himself in the night of the cave night would love you. !

"How do you know... it’s Yao Moxin telling you! It must be!" Night Lan looked at Yao Mozhen with amazement, and the pain of his body had already met the shock that Yao Mozhen had brought to him.

"Night Hung, based on your understanding of Yao Moxin, do you think she will tell these words to a stupid sister? If it is you, would you say it?" Yao Mozhen sneered and looked at the night Game, the bottom of the eye is cold.

"Impossible... How could you be Yao Moxin! How could it be! Yao Moxin is here... She is here! Look at her and see her buried! Don't believe it to you! She is dead It’s dead!” “The night’s horror climbed to the mausoleum, and tried to hold the grave with his hand. The eyes were full of fear, if the person in front of him was Yao Moxin... impossible! This is impossible!

"How can a gimmick who has been stupid for more than ten years suddenly wake up? It’s awake, how can you deliberately want to get close to your night game? Have you ever thought about it?" Yao Mozhen knows that night game is afraid. The hands were bleeding, but he didn't mean to stop. He didn't even dare to look at himself again.

"She loves prosperity and wealth! No one does not love glory and wealth!" Night Hyun kept shaking his head, letting his chest bite and biting his heart, letting the poison erode his lungs, but he just planed the grave. He wants to prove one thing, that is, Yao Moxin is dead!

"If she really wants to be rich and wealthy, why should she start from the palace, then she will intensify the contradiction between Qi Caier and Yao Suzhen. The saffron thing completely makes you suspicious, why do you think that Zhaoqing suddenly fled with Fu Ning? Why do you think that Xie Sizhen suddenly will be self-proclaimed in the Xuanfang Temple? Do you think that Wang Haoruo can escape from the ascension, where did the phoenix's body go? In the DPRK, you have no Zhaoqing, Wu did not squat, lost Thanks to the support of Xie Zhong, there is no trust of Wang Luolin! Your big Chu Jiangshan, fell the mainstay! You really believe that the soul sand trees of the soul sand garden correspond to the stars in the sky? Night game, don't be stupid! Those are It is a fake! The sigh of the introduction of the soul sand tree in this palace is to help you stabilize the big Chu Jiangshan, but the last thing is counterproductive, not the fault of this palace, it is your night game is not as good as the animal!" Yao Mozhen's words are completely crushed The heart of the night game.

"You are... Yao Moxin? You are really Yao Moxin! Impossible...." The night of the game, the lips ooze blood, and the end of the eyes reveals endless hatred.

"Impossible? At this time, this palace also thinks that you can't be so worried about the night game. If you kill the palace, you can be your child! How do you get your hands! Night game! You still have me! Yao Mozhen suddenly rushed up, and pulled the night game to the grave, and pressed his head to the ground.

Tears blurred the line of sight, the tide of the heart was like a wave, Yao Mo screamed and cried, and the grievances that had been suppressed for a long time broke out like a mountain. She desperately pressed the head of the night game and looked at the mausoleum with tears.

"Zhong Er, I am sorry... let you wait for so long... It’s not good after the mother..." Yao Mo is sobbing, tears are raining.

"You are Yao Moxin... You are actually Yao Moxin... Yao Moxin! You **** it!" Night Hung struggled to break away from the shackles of Yao Mozhen, the whole man lying on the ground, his eyes smoldering The woman who is glaring at her eyes, as far as he is, exists like a devil.

"Unfortunately, this palace is not dead, what should I do?" Yao Mozhen wiped the tears in his eyes, cold and cold, took out a dagger from his arms, the cold light of the cold flashed, and the night game was extremely reluctant to retreat.

"Since you are Yao Moxin, why didn't you kill it early? Why!" The night game had to accept the fact that it seemed almost absurd, and the pain in the bottom of the heart hit again, making him unhappy.

"Because you can't die so easily! Just like now, you have changed from a high-ranking emperor to a million-spoiled scorpion. All of your proud things have been turned into gray, now you, Except for the sin of one body, nothing at all!" Yao Mo Yan raised his eyebrows, and his lips twitched with a strange arc. What she waited for was this moment.

"Yao Moxin, how are you! You have been ruined in your hands! I hate you!" Looking at the dagger in Yao Mo's hands, he touched his ankle, and the night game was desperately retreating.

"This palace is not destroyed in the hands of your night game, night game, you listen well, good and good news, evil and bad news, not not reported, time has not arrived. Now, your retribution is coming. "Yao Mozhen fiercely inserted the dagger on the legs of the night game, licking his flesh, the legs of the night game are flustered, and the sharp pain makes the night scream scream, like a pig."

"Yao Moxin, you can't die! You won't let go of you! You won't let go of you!" Night Game has no strength to struggle, only fell to the ground, bearing the ruin of the earth. pain.

"It’s so good, when the cold palace, Mo Xin said so, this palace still remembers very clearly, the emperor said, will definitely wait for you to come back to find you, do not have a word, really come back to find the emperor? Yao Mozhen sneered, his voice screaming like a death knell in the ear of the night, making him creepy.

"Ah--" Yao Mozhen's dagger in the hands of the next in and out of the night game, the cold eyes revealing the hatred that can not be concealed, if not the night of the game, how to hate!

Just when the night sorrow didn't even have the strength to mourn, Yao Mozhen suddenly smelled a faint fragrance, and the taste was very special. Yao Mozhen's raised hand stagnated in the air, and his eyes gradually blurred.

"It's no wonder that your life is so special. It turned out to be a resurrection of the corpse..." In the cold wind, a black robe slowly came, and the body of the night game seemed to have lost its weight.

When Jun Qing arrived, Yin Xue was still below.

"Yin Xue sees the emperor." Seeing the night Junqing, Yin Xue respectfully giving gifts, in fact, no need, as Yao Mozhen's hidden guard, she really does not have to be so respectful to other people, but get along for so long, Yin Xue feels that Night Junqing this face.

"Mo Mo?" The night Jun Qing urged.

"The master paid a memorial to the former queen, but the master told me that she was not allowed to go up." Yin Xue saw that the night had a hard meaning, and immediately blocked the way.

"Hey, is anyone? You are the most careless person in the world. Now that the night game is being shackled, can you not even have the qualification to talk to Moxin! Yin Xue, you are too ruthless!" Knowing Yin Xue’s loyalty, at this time, the hard battle will undoubtedly be beaten.

"But..." Yin Xue felt that the night Junqing was justified. This way, he naturally knew how much night Junqing cares about Yao Moxin.

"Yin Xue, if you still have a trace of humanity, let the cockroaches go to tell Mo Xin, 朕 finally avenged her! Although Mo Zhen has contributed to the night game, you can also contribute! You are not Let's go up, will you decide all the efforts? Yin Xue, you are too ruthless!" Night Jun Qing complained.

"Okay, but if the owner blames it..." Yin Xueyu said.

"There is a commitment to the self-contained Junqing!" Although Yin Xue did not think that Jun Junqing could bear anything, she still went to the night to go up because she didn't want herself to be too ruthless.

When I saw that Yao Mozhen was unable to fall into the pool of blood, and the moment he held the dagger in his hand, the night Jun Qing suddenly suffocated, as if the sea water poured into the chest, the pain reached the extreme.

"Mo Mo! Yao Mozhen!" Night Jun Qing rushed to Yao Mo's side, holding Yao Mozhen tightly in his arms, his mind was blank.

"Cough cough... cough and cough..." Xu was too tight in the night, and Yao Mozhen gradually became aware.

"Mo Mo... You are not dead... Don't be afraid, Junqing will take you to the royal doctor! If you can't live, Junqing will accompany you to die!" Looking at Yao Mozhen, who is covered in blood, night Junqing Remorse, he should not let Yao Mozhen leave alone! It is him wrong!

"Night Hung... It’s a night game!" Yao Mozhen ignored the deep feelings in the eyes of the night, and got up and eagerly looked around.

"Mo Mo, don't move! How can you flow so much blood... You are not hurt? That blood?" Until Yao Mozhen noticed that Yao Mozhen was free to move, his expression was not painful, Yu Junqing Only then can you settle down.

"Night game! You get out!" Yao Mozhen did not expect that someone would come here to save the night game. It was her negligence. As she knew so, she should have smashed the beast.

"Mo Zhen, what happened in the end?" Yao Junqing, who was angry and roared, said in silence.

"Someone fainted me, saved the night game! Why... only a knife... Mo Zhen's last knife is to linger in the heart of the night, but... why don't God give Mo Zhen a chance!" Yao Mo Yanran leaned on the night and Qing Qing, and burst into tears. Zhong Er, sorry, the mother is really useless...