MTL - The Cry of the Phoenix Which Reached the Ninth Heaven-Chapter 576 So **** it is me?

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Chapter 576, so **** it is me?

"So **** it is me... right!" The illusion licked his chest, smiled and slammed open, and walked out of Juxianlou. In fact, she is not so hurt, blood, but she bite her own toon, the magic is what I want, just the embarrassment and uneasiness of the beginning. As for Yao Mozhen... she will not lose!

Seeing the illusion of leaving, the eyebrows of the eyebrows are slightly convergent, and the subconscious is looking up to the third floor. Although the heart is unwilling, it still leaves the Juxian Building with the illusion.

The moonlight outside the window was quiet, and the candle in the inner room was swaying. He told Yao Mozhen that she had taken the medicinal herbs for Ye Junqing and Yin Xue. They would wake up tomorrow morning, but they would hurt their lungs and need to stay for a few days.

At this moment, Yao Mozhen walked slowly to the bed of the night Junqing, looking at the slightly thin face, the unspeakable depression in my heart.

The long hair of the ink was wet and wet, and it was stuck in front of the forehead. Yao Mozhen unconsciously reached out and spread the long hair of the night. The fingertips did not leave the gods, but slowly descended. First, the weight was slightly abrupt. The cheekbones, followed by a tall, upright nose, followed by a thin lip, squatting.

"The treasurer..." When the cold ice heart pushes the door, it is obvious that Yao Mozhen’s fingertips are pinching the squat of the night Junqing. This situation makes the cold ice heart not shaken by the tiger body, even if it is necessary to close the door. Go out.

"This is a thin body, and now I was shot by the illusion, I only hope that when he can make a contribution to Juxianlou, this Juxian Building has not closed." Yao Mozhen is very natural. Removed the lush jade fingers, turned and walked to the table, cold ice heart sees this, only had to enter the room.

"The treasurer, this is today's book, but fortunately there is a charm to greet, business is good." Cold Bingxin said something, handed the book to Yao Mozhen.

"Though this is the case, the income can not be as good as before, plus the two days of things, the promotion of the flame coin is not satisfactory." Yao Mozhen slammed the books, but his heart was questioning his own feelings can not help, if said Handsome man, she really saw a lot, but no one like the night Junqing so that she lost her heart to the point of active play.

"There is one more thing. Today, those who saw your appearance left the government directly after leaving. Lu Fuyin then posted a notice to clarify that the shopkeeper of Juxianlou is not Yao Mozhen, so you can sway in the future. On the street." Leng Bingxin felt that the news was still very exciting.

"This is not good news." Yao Mozhen looked at the poor numbers on the books and simply closed them and handed them to the cold heart.

"Bing Xin does not understand." Cold Bingxin took over the books, and looked suspiciously to Yao Mozhen.

"This saint asks you, who knows Yao Mozhen more deeply than the night Junqing and Chu Mobei?" Yao Mozhen raised his eyebrows and looked at the cold ice heart.

"Nature is the night Junqing." Cold ice heart vowed.

"Now the night of the Qing dynasty, the sacred woman is regarded as Yao Mozhen. You said that they would not doubt the Chu Mobei? The notice is just a trick to swear. They want to relax and be vigilant. They secretly teat about this. Everything about the saint." Yao Mozhen decided.

"It's no wonder..." When the cold ice heart suddenly whispered, he whispered.

"Bing Xin, is this saint really like Yao Mozhen? Is there a slight difference?" Yao Mo looked at the cold heart, and his heart was somewhat questionable.

"The twins are just like this." Leng Bingxin looked at Yao Mozhen, the eyebrows, the look, the frowning movements, all seem to have met each other.

"Do you think... Is it possible for this saint to be Yao Mozhen?" This is the second time Yao Mozhen has this feeling. The cold ice heart heard the sound of a slight shock, and the bottom of the flash flashed a hesitation. Seeing the cold ice heart, Yao Mo smiled.

"How is it possible! This saint may not be a fan of the flame country, perhaps not a saint, but there is one that is not possible, that is, this saint must not be Yao Mozhen. With the savvy of Sikongmu, the cautiousness of the beginning They really have no reason to let Yao Mozhen live in this world again." Yao Mozhen shook his head and his lips licked a bitter bitterness.

"Maybe..." Cold Bingxin had some hopes. She could listen to Yao Mozhen’s analysis. She died. But if the master died, she really couldn’t believe that such a wise and unparalleled woman might die. Dead!

"But no matter who I am, the days still have to pass." Yao Mozhen sighed and turned away from the room of the night Junqing.

Nothing in the night, the next day, Yao Mozhen was groomed and left the room, and he saw that he was already in front of the door.

"Master, you promised awkward!" See Yao Mozhen came out, slammed into the front, grabbed Yao Mo's arm with both hands, a look of pleading, a look of pleasing, just as she would please the master The same, this stalker moves, she practiced the fire.

"Don't sleep for one night?" Yao Mozhen let him greasy on his body. When he was on the sidelines, he clearly saw that his eyes were dark.

"Nervous." 刁刁 Changed the past enchanting and charming posture, turned into a small family jasper state, which makes Yao Mozhen quite uncomfortable.

"Cough cough... Eat breakfast, the treasurer will take a trip for you." Since Chu Mobei will issue a notice, regardless of the motivation, she should thank the door.

"I still have breakfast!" In a word, Yao Mozhen couldn't help but twitch.

And when Yao Mozhen walked into the Lufu main hall, Chu Mobei, Han Jinyi and Chu Moxin were sitting in the hall, their expressions were different, and the eyes of Chu Moxin seemed to see the killing of the enemy, and the eyes were full of fire. I want to burn Yao Mozhen. The scorpion scorpion of Han Jinyi started from Yao Mozhen, and he looked at it from head to toe many times. He saw the essence through the phenomenon.

Only Chu Mobei, the lazy posture of that one, the leisurely self-satisfaction, the curvature of the evil spirit of the thin lip is just right, more than one point is too evil, minus one point and the lack of charm, let Yao Mozhen I feel uncomfortable.

"Bing Xin." Yao Mo Yuting walked to the center of the main hall. After calling, he saw the cold ice heart and walked in with three wooden boxes. Then he placed the three boxes on the table.

"What is this? Oh... it hurts!" Chu Moxin couldn't help but pick up the wooden box, and suddenly felt a tingling tingle in his fingers. When he was coveted, he saw the burr of the wooden box.

"The big Juxian Building, why can't you even get a decent wooden box?" Chu Mobei looked down at the wooden box, and the workmanship was rough and unparalleled.

"Fire coins? What is the meaning of the holy treasurer?" With the knowledge of the former car of Chu Moxin, Han Jinyi opened the wooden box with only one wave.

"Several people have eliminated the disaster for their nephews, and the deaf children naturally mean what they mean." Yao Mo said.

"You take this thing to mean us!" Chu Moxin stunned Yao Mozhen, hateful.

"The ceremony is light and affectionate, and this is also a big deal. The three hundred and twenty-two flames are enough for three people to eat in Juxianlou for a year and a half." For Yao Mozhen, those printed green coins There is no difference between it and the white paper. As long as she wants it, she can send a dozen dozens of flames at any time.

However, if you can go to Chu Mobei and Hanjinyi to Juxianlou for meals, the meaning is completely different, and they do not say that they are superior in appearance. As long as they are sitting in Juxianlou, they can recruit countless flowers for her. The identity can also make Ju Xian Lou famous.

"You think who you are, who rarely eats at Juxian Building!" Chu Moxin's hostility to Yao Mozhen has increased since the evening banquet. In the eyes of Chu Mo, this world, only with Yao Mozhen grows into this, in addition, whoever faces this face, whoever sins will die.

"Min faith!" Chu Mobei snorted, and immediately looked at Yao Mozhen.

"It is not only the sacred treasurer, but the prince is not as respectful as it is." Although Yin Xiong has not returned, he has heard the news. The people in the entire Juxian building, even the child, seem to descend from the sky. Only someone sees them for the first time. At the time of Liangyuan in Loulan, everything else is unknown. How can such a mysterious identity be doubtful.

"Since the Prince's Highness has accepted the thin gift of the nephew, then the nephew will leave, and Juxianlou will wait for a few big rides at any time." The purpose has been reached, Yao Mozhen has got up and left, but turned to look at the door. To the cold brocade.

"I don't know if the Lord can have time to go to Juxianlou with a child." Yao Mozhen almost forgot his pleading.

"Cough..." Han Jinyi hesitated, if he rushed to the front, he was going to go. After all, this face is his thoughts, but as long as he thinks of another face, Han Jinyi feels the goose bumps. They are all shouting.

"Go, it's rare to invite the holy treasurer."

So after all kinds of hesitation and entanglement, Han Jinyi and Yao Mozhen left Lu Fu.

On the road, Han Jinyi looked at Yao Mozhen several times, and he stopped talking.

"When the child sees it, the cold master cares about Yao Mozhen, but the child takes the liberty to ask, Yao Mozhen's heart can have the position of the cold master?" Yao Mozhen asked so straightforward, let Han Jinyi Fall into a moment of embarrassment.

"If the Lord is hesitant, then there is no. If this is the case, the Lord will do so to Yao Mozhen so much, it is better to take a step back and see the broad sky." Yao Mozhen wants to let Han Jinyi take the eyes of the people. Although the dress seems to have been mixed for many years in the Fengyue field, but Yao Mozhen knows that the heart of the singer is not as many times as pure as the illusion, especially after the Achilles tendon, Yao Mozhen does not want to see 刁刁 hurt.

"The meaning of the holy treasurer is that all the efforts should be rewarded accordingly?" Han Jinyi's handsome eyebrows rose slightly, and the voice was open.

"Don't it be?" Yao Mo is taken for granted.

"Jinyi likes Yao Mozhen, it is also a willingness to lose her life, but Jinyi asked, not Yao Mozhen can marry me, become the wife of the city of Wanhuangcheng..." Han Jinyi thin lips, sunshine Next, the face is handsome and handsome, and the temperament is unparalleled.

"What is the Lord's request for?" Yao Mo looked at Han Jinyi with contempt.

"No matter where Yao Mozhen is now, the deity Lord only asks her to come back safely, no matter who she loves, I only ask her to be happy, even if this happiness has no relationship with the deity." The lips swelled in a faint arc, and the deep spurs of light tinged Yao Mo's eyes.

"Being selfless can only be sinned, selfishness is the truth. If people live, they should plan for themselves. The cold Lord will understand one day." Yao Mozhen couldn't understand the idea that Han Jinyi was almost abnormal. Walk in front.

Looking at Yao Mo's back, Han Jinyi has a bitter bitterness in his heart. Yes, since he met Yao Mozhen, he has not been sinned for a day, but he is willing, what should he do?

And when Yao Mozhen returned to Juxianlou, he was seeing the Kaixu flute in the doorway.

"Little devil, why?" Yao Mozhen liked the child. When he saw him, he felt that there was nothing wrong with this world.

"I saw you snoring yesterday! So I cursed you here!" For Qi Xiu, it is not a lie. Yao Mozhen probe looked, but no, the big circle on the ground clearly wrote the words Yao Mozhen.