MTL - The Cry of the Phoenix Which Reached the Ninth Heaven-Chapter 584 a couple

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Chapter 584 A couple of new people

And a pair of newcomers returned to the mansion, the first floor of Juxianlou suddenly boiled, the second floor of the room, Yao Mozhen and the night Junqing, Han Jinyi, Chu Mobei, Chu Moxin sitting together, the atmosphere became Very surprised. In addition to Yao Mozhen, they each look at who is not pleasing to the eye.

"Hey, this fish is doing a good job." Night Jun Qing was away from Yao Mozhen, so he clipped a piece of fish and sent it to Yao Mo's bowl, but he didn't want to play a finger in the north, and the night was not enough to avoid the chopsticks. Falled together on the desktop.

This is not bullying people! At the foot of the night, the king’s feet were forced to kick the past. The desktop was slightly moved, and the faces of the people changed slightly. The cold brocade was added in the spirit of persuasion. The Chu Moxin could not manage so much, naturally it was helping his own brother. of. For a time, the table full of delicious and precious dishes is like a wave of waves, and the waves are messy.

‘啪——’ The main lord suddenly got up, slammed the table, and looked at the table with a cold look.

"Since everyone is there, then I will tell you something clearly. My holy child is not the Yao Mozhen you are looking for! Although we have a long image, it is nothing more than this! Today ### My holy son played a big fight, and his real Yao Mozhen appeared. Where did you put me? Before all, my nephew only said that you missed Yao Mozhen too much, not with you, but from now on, you I heard it, I am not Yao Mozhen, this is the truth! You better remember!" Yao Mo is upright, one word and one sentence is very clear.

There was silence in the room, and everyone’s eyes fell on Yao Mozhen’s body, and their eyes shone with their own unclear light.

It was also a ‘啪——’, and as the door closed, everyone looked at each other.

"If she is not Yao Mozhen, what should I do?" Chu Moxin listened to Yao Mozhen's words and looked suspiciously to everyone.

"Look at the posture of the slamming door, if she is not Yao Mozhen, who can be." Chu Mobei took the shoulder of Chu Moxin, and then got up and left. The Lord is not there, they are still here to make sense. Chu Moxin left with Chu Mobei. On the table, the side of the cold robes looked at the night Junqing.

"If she is not Yao Mozhen, then we have done too much." Han Jinyi warmed up and walked away. Only the night Junqing still sat there, reaching out to the chaotic table and holding a piece of fish in Yao Mozhen's porcelain bowl.

"Jun Qing is very stupid, can be born to die, but will not admit mistakes..."

Around the time of the Hai Dynasty, the night Jun Qing finally found Yao Mozhen on the roof of Juxianlou. The evening breeze blew, Yao Mozhen's blue silk fluttered, and the beautiful arc in the air, only a back, they took all the eyes of the night Junqing.

"Is it angry?" Looking at the neck-shaped jug held by Yao Mo's hand, the night's lips were slightly thin, and he sat down slowly.

"Are you sure you are talking to someone?" The voice of Qingyue reveals a hint of self-deprecation. In fact, what is wrong with watching the fun? Why is she so concerned? It is true that she is not willing to be a substitute for others, but she is even more reluctant that when these people suddenly turn around and are indifferent, they will not be able to bear it.

"Holy Child." For Night Junqing, the name is really not important.

"They are gone?" Yao Mozhen sighed and took a sip of alcohol, mellow and mellow, and stimulated into the lungs.

"Well, it is not good for Junqing, I didn't take your mood into consideration. Today is a cold ice heart and a big wedding. It should have been a joy." Looking at Yao Mozhen, he frowned slightly because of the wine, night Junqing Distressed.

"It’s the sorrow that sweeps everyone’s interest, but I just want you to know that there is nothing Yao Mozhen here. The people you hope and expect to see are not here.” Yao Mozhen looked up at the sky. Stars, the eyes flashed a trace of desolate.

"Don't say this, Junqing will accompany you to drink." Since the goodbye in Xinxiang, the night Junqing never thought that the person in front of him would not be Yao Mozhen, even if Yao Mozhen denied it over and over again, he did not change his original intention.

"Night Junqing, if... If one day, the real Yao Mozhen appeared, would you leave me without hesitation?" Yao Mozheng asked the gods so badly that he wanted to bite his tongue. How lyrical it is!

"No." Night Jun shook the shaker and took a sip. He said that he was firm.

"Ghosts!" Even if you know the night Junqing, how much is against the heart, but Yao Mozhen still has a warmth in his heart, perhaps... she is no worse than Yao Mo.

The woods under the moonlight are a bright color. Mo Chang and Bai Yu strolled in the woods and looked at each other.

"Don't go back?" Bai Hao shook his usual arm and blinked.

"No, if we don't go back, it will definitely be dangerous to be anonymous." Ink often stroked the shoulders of Bai Yu and spoke openly.

"It's no name! This old thing is really harmful. I knew that I shouldn't follow him at the beginning. Now it's good, and I can't bear it. If I forget it, I will go here. Go back and go back." With a sigh of relief, he is also worried about being anonymous, so he will hesitate.

"This is right! Let's go, there will be seven or eight days to go to Xinxiang." Mo often knows that Bai Yu is not so iron-hearted, or he will not like it.

Suddenly, the cold wind struck, the white scorpion and the ink often stopped suddenly, and the two sides of each other were too strong. They were confronted with enemies.

"Who is it? Come out!" Mo Changyu opened his mouth and looked like a torch.

"Old friend!" The thick voice was a little more evil, and the voice came from the air. And when the day and the whites often look up, the man has already arrived.

"Who are you?" Mo often alarmed to see the people who were quietly gripping the hidden weapon.

"Ink often, white 斩!" behind the man in black robes, the name is excited. Seeing that there is no name, Mo Chang and Bai Yu could not help but relieved.

"I thought it was who you are, you are not dead! Frighten us!" Bai Hao patted the chest and stepped on the shallow step towards the nameless, and Mo often followed up.

"How did you leave the flames of the country? I thought you were in this life... oh--" Just as the ink often bypassed the silver-faced man, he suddenly felt his neck cool and the blood splattered.

"Ink often!" The long-lost reunion has not let the nameless come out of the excitement, but Mo has been broken in front of him.

"What's wrong? Ink...Ink!" Seeing the nameless change suddenly, the white back turned back, and suddenly felt chilling. Under the moonlight, the ink is often close to the neck, his eyes are like copper, and blood is pouring from his hands.

"Ink often! I am fighting with you--" When Bai Hao was shocked, his eyes were steep red. When he went to the silver-faced man, he took out a hidden weapon, but he did not want a stream to fight back. The white cockroach was hardly pierced into his heart by his own weapon.

"White 斩 ......" Ink often used the only remaining strength to walk to the side of the white scorpion, hands clasped to the dying white, both fell to the ground.

Looking at the white blood and the ink on the ground, the nameless heart suddenly stagnated. He smashed his life in front of Bai Yu and Mo Chang. One hand was close to the neck of the ink, and the other hand kept on. Wipe the black blood from the mouth of the white.

"Why... why..." The resentful resentment looked unnamed, and there was endless resentment in the eyes.

"Not me...not me! Why are you killing them! Ah--" The nameless look back, the eagle-cone-like gaze to the silver-faced man, and when he turned back, the white scorpion and the ink often had no breathing.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry!" The nameless fiercely fluttered on the body of Bai Yu and Mo Chang. The old tears were criss-crossed, and the **** handcuffs became fists. From the Iron Blood Corps to the Flame Red Country, whether it is white or ink, whether it is the charm or the thousand faces, they will not give up on themselves, or even ask for ghosts to make themselves promote, but what he has done! It was he who took the silver-faced executioner to find the day and the ink, and he killed them!

"I killed you!" The nameless eyes burst, the double fists swept like a hurricane to the silver-faced man, but unfortunately the palm of the hand did not arrive, but he was sealed by a silver-faced man.

"Kill me? Why?" The silver-faced man walked coldly to the nameless, and the mask appeared in the moonlight against the ###森.

"Why? They are the old man! It is the person of the flame red country! The old man will tell the teacher! You bastard!" The nameless 睚眦 睚眦 ,, 赤 荼 荼.

"Why? This is also what I want to ask you! Why did you leave you behind, throwing away the big Chu, ruining the Iron Corps! When you need you most, where are you! No name! Damn not them, you "The silver-faced man squats and his voice is as cold as ice."

"You... are you?" At the moment of hearing the sound, the nameless pupil suddenly tightened and looked incredibly at the person in front of him.

"It’s only been a long time, you can’t hear the sound of your voice?” The man slowly took off the silver mask, revealing the horrible face.

"Night Hung? How could it be you! How could the Master send you out to perform the task? This is impossible! Impossible!" The nameless fear looked at the night game, and the feeling was cold as ice.

"There are too many impossible things, just like you can't believe it now. You are actually the boy of the Flame Red Country, or the most inconspicuous kind! It can be yours, playing with the cockroaches on the palm of your hand. If it weren't for you, you wouldn't be defeated, and you won't be tortured over and over again!" Night's fierce gaze seems to be no longer known, but I don't know why I don't want to smash the night.

"You publicize your vengeance, killing Bai Yu and Mo Chang! This old man will report to the Master truthfully! You can't die if you don't die!" The nameless curse is low.

"Oh, no name, don't be too naive, who are they? In the eyes of the Master, they are not even as good as ants! What do you think the Master will do for them? Now it is the red man in front of the Master!" You are just a sly follower! If you want to kill you, you can do it in minutes! But you can't kill you, you just want to let these idiots know, follow you what is the end!" Night Hung Eerie smile, eyes The cold light is like a blade.

"Night game! You must not die!" The nameless hysterical arrogance, watching the white and the ink on the ground, tears in the face.

"There is no other person who can die, no name, I will give you a chance. If you can live with thousands of faces and charms, you can only see if you can find them before you." Slowly bring a silver mask and jump forward, like a bat wandering at night, disappearing instantly.

"Night Hung! The vows vowed to smash you up -" The screaming voice echoed through the woods and screamed.

The life after the cold ice heart and the rushing marriage can be described as a rubber-like paint. Seeing the hands of the thundering and holding the cold ice heart, Yao Mozhen raised his hand and frowned.

"Oh, go to the kitchen and take the kitchen knife."

"Master, what do you do with a kitchen knife?"

"Cut the hand and let him smash!" Yao Mozhen clears the hand to Ben Lei, and the light voice gives birth to a majestic majesty.

"Master, Ben Lei is wrong, wrong is not enough!" Ben Lei heard the sound, and let go of the time, looking at Yao Mozhen.