MTL - The Cry of the Phoenix Which Reached the Ninth Heaven-Chapter 586 Method is not important

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Chapter 586 Method is not important

"It's really you... Kai, even if you want to kill the night, is it a good way to change the light, because you, the repair of the flute is being murdered as a murderer!" Yao Mozhen can be crystal-clear, dyed A mist of fog, the sound can not restrain the trembling.

"The method is not important. What is important is that you should recognize your identity. Don't forget, what is the purpose of our departure from the flame country? Now the promotion of the flame currency has been stagnant. This is because the night Jun Qing has stopped you. The foot, since his existence hinders our plan, then he is dead." Kai has always thought that his heart is like a mirror, but I don't know when it was dyed with dust.

"If the night is dead, the children will not promote the flames, and the big sacrifices will be done by themselves!" Yao Mo is red and cold.

"You dare!" Kai did not expect that Yao Mozhen would say such a swearword, and the dusty heart suddenly set off a storm.

"How? What is the big sacrifice? Want to kill you? Well! You start!" Yao Mozhen's ice-like gaze greets Kaiqi, and the sound is crisp as a drop.

"Hey, if you don't want Han Jinyi, Chu Mobei and Chu Mo believe that they are also like the night Junqing, it is best to go back and think about how to put the coins into Xinxiang, otherwise the sacrifice is really not guaranteed, they will What kind of end is it." Kai Yi is a word, a powerful, dark-colored scorpion, like a sea, people can not see the margin.

"So you are not going to give the antidote to your nephew?" Yao Mozhen looked indifferently to Kailu, and his outstretched hand gradually came back. Silent, the scorpion of Kai has never left Yao Mozhen, and the look is complicated and difficult to understand.

Seeing Kaiqi’s words, Yao Mo’s lips twitched with a fascinating arc.

"If the night is clear, the child will prove to you in his own way. This move, you are very wrong!" Yao Mozhen could not speak the words, turned and left indifferently.

When the door was closed, all of Yao Mozhen’s shackles were defeated. At this moment, she suddenly felt helpless, just like when the flames of the country began to wake up.

"A night of Junqing, how can it be worthy of Yao Mozhen's thunder, it seems that even if it is amnesia, I feel that it is still wrong." In the room, the illusion of gloating in the closed door, secretly revived Indulge in Yao Mozhen.

"Is it for you? What did you do to the night Junqing!" Kai Yan looked at the illusion, and the sound was clear.

"The Great Sacrifice first suspected that the illusion had privately written to the Master, and suspected that the illusion had cleared the hands and feet of the Night King. When did it start, the Great Sacrifice did not trust the illusion? When did it start, the Great Sacrifice would be because of that? When the people a few words, they moved the infuriating?" When I saw the turbulent waves in the eyes of Kaiqi, the illusion knew that she was wrong. She thought that she would not help Yao Mozhen. But the unconcealed sorrows in those eyes let the heart of the illusion sink to the bottom of the valley.

"The sacrificial priest does not know when it started. The saint has become so unreasonable!" Kaiqiu left the room, standing alone in the ice of the illusion.

When Yao Mo returned to Juxianlou, everyone’s eyes fell on her.

"The treasurer, the antidote got it?" Cold ice heart hopes to walk to Yao Mozhen, Fox doubts.

"No... go to the doctor, Xinxiang or Dachu, as long as you can cure the night Junqing..." Yao Mozhen could not go up the stairs, now he is not willing, this world, Who else can force him to hand over the antidote?

"Three days, how come it is! Is it..." Leng Bingxin held his hands together, his eyes whispered, and when he wanted to speak, he saw Yao Mo's look tired and he stopped talking.

After learning that antidote was hopeless, Yin Xue suddenly thought of one person, so the flying pigeons passed back to Fengyu Mountain Villa, and Ben Lei and the cold ice heart took turns to take care of the night Junqing. Yao Mozhen returned to his room and sat down. In the chair, there was confusion in my mind.

"Is it the smashed bastard?" He pushed the door and closed the door.

"Besides her, this holy woman can no longer think of the second person! Hey, the poison of the night Junqing, you can't solve it?" Yao Mozhen is as clear as water, shining brightly. When the Chu Mo believes in danger, it is a matter of licking a pill.

"Look at the poison in the overnight monarch, that is really wanting his life, not the ability, if it is not the blood of the cold clothes, the night Junqing is dead." Hey, some helpless, but not It’s as sad as Yao Mozhen. After all, she meets the night.

"What should I do? Hey? Am I really a saint? If so, why is the illusion so powerful, I am like an idiot! If not, who am I?" Yao Mo looked at him, The brain is full of nights, the whiteness of the snow, the handsome face, Yao Mozhen? She is not! Can be clear to the night, she really moved.

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"I don't know, but I can't let him die like this! No matter what method I use, I will save him!" Yao Mozhen felt that this feeling came unreasonable, regardless of Chu Mobei, Han Jinyi, or even Qiqi They all have excellent places than the night Junqing, but she only looks at the night Junqing, and loves at first sight? Perhaps, Yao Mozhen laughed at his lips, tears, and silently fell.

"But the night is really a little bit less than the cold brocade." Looking at the crystal of Yao Mo's eyes, I can't say the sorrow of the heart, Han Jinyi paid so much, it should not be the result.

"Now is not the time to say these things, no! I can't just sit here, there must be a way! I am going to the doctor!" Yao Mozhen also did not listen to what he said.

"Master, if it is a magical dry, what doctor does not help, I went to find the magical!" With Yao Mozhen for a long time, in the heart of the heart, it is true that Yao Mozhen is his master.

"You have to be careful!" Yao Mo's tearful scorpion shone with his wings.

The darkness of the night, the shadow of the moon, the woods behind Xinxiang, squatting on the branches of the towering ancient trees, the snow-white jade legs are coated with a layer of faint silver, slightly bent, glamorous.

"Where is this holy woman?" The cold voice came from behind, and raised his eyebrows, his arm was light and comfortable, and the whole body was already hung up, and stood up against the illusion.

"I know what to ask, what do you say!" Su Shilai came to see the food, and she did not have to be polite in the face of the magic.

"It’s Yao Mozhen, hey, you really are Yao Mozhen’s errands?” The voice of the illusion reveals disdain and contempt.

"What do you care about me! The antidote is handed over!" The trick is to hate the illusion of the illusion of the illusion of 2,500,000, as if people all over the world owe her money.

"What antidote?"

"Do you dare to swear by the life of Kailu, the poison of the night is not yours? If you lie, then you don't want to get a start in your life!" The snake hit seven inches, his mouth, a veritable 刁.

"You! What about me? I will not give you the antidote. Hey, do you really want to save the night Junqing?" The scorpion's cold scorpion became more and more gloomy.

"Otherwise, what am I looking for?" He squinted at the illusion.

"Oh, what you call the so-called Yao Mozhen and Han Jinyi, but you are trying to slap the trick!" The magical singer looked coldly.

"What do you mean?"

"If you really want Yao Mozhen and Han Jinyi to be together, then this time is an opportunity. As long as the night is clear, who else can fight with the cold clothes?" The words of the magical touched the heartstrings, she is I really love the cold brocade, so she is reluctant to see the eyes of Han Jinyi.

"Hey, you are so close to Yao Mozhen, it is clearer than the Holy Virgin, how to do it yourself." Seeing the look of confusion, the illusion is open again.

"A person's life is not a joke." He hesitated for a moment and looked at the illusion.

"Oh, a commandment only, oh, if you really start your hand, you may not be my opponent." The illusion raised his eyebrows confidently, and his voice was as clear as ice.

On the branches, the beautiful cockroaches hang down, struggle for a long time, and finally leave.

Looking at the figure that floated away, the corner of the illusion of the illusion made a slap in the air, Yao Mo 婉! I have to look at it, what can you do to make the night come back to life!

'咻——' Just when the illusion was proud, suddenly a cold light came suddenly after it, and the illusion of the illusion suddenly leaped, and the volley escaped the hidden weapon. When turned around, the man who saw the black robe clearly Stand in front of yourself.

"Who are you?" The illusion was staring at the man with a silver mask in front of him, his voice chilling. No response, the black robe man slammed the ten fingers, and the chill of the fingertips turned into a sharp knife and shot at the heart of the illusion.

The powerful airflow whistling, and the magical singer tried to throw out the white gauze, and the two airflows violently collided, and the white cold light was wiped out at night.

The white gauze suddenly creaked, and the chest of the illusion gradually stagnate until it was sullen, and the salty taste reached the throat, but it was hard for her to swallow it back.

‘啪——’ A meteor-like light flashed on the silver-faced man. The man tried to avoid it. When he lifted it, the silver-haired hair was already in front of the illusion.

"Who are you?" Kaixuan had a glimpse of the question, and if he talked about the entire Dongzhou, no one could fight the illusion.

"The big sacrifice is really forgotten. If it is not a gift of great sacrifice, how can the game be able to practice this kind of magic!" Under the moonlight, the night game slowly uncovers the mask, and the cold screams sparkle with strange light.

"Damn!" Seeing the night game, the magical powder is clenched, and it is so embarrassed by the people. Her self-esteem is strongly hurt.

"Night Hung? Your unintentional skills have been refined?" The strangeness in Qi Yan’s eyes is no less than the illusion. In his view, the night game has no value of existence, leaving him a commandment, just to use Exploring whether Yao Mozhen is really amnesia, the person who was originally neglected, for a few months, even with a peerless martial arts, no one will calm down.

"Unfortunately, the martial arts of the game is so exquisite, and it is not a half-style of the big sacrifice." The night game is not a fold of clothes, and there is no respect in the eyes.

"You are also worthy of our comparison!" After the start, the illusion is low.

"Don't dare, the game is very clear about its position in the flame state, and it is fortunate to the people! But fortunately, the teacher is heavy, the game is also a royal person, and acting directly to the leader, this time to Xinxiang, it is for The teacher passed a message, if the promotion of the flamecoin is no longer effective, then Yao Mozhen does not need to toss down any more." Sen cold moonlight fell on the face of the night, like the devil.

"What do you mean?" The illusion was aimed at the eye and deliberately asked.

"The meaning is that if Yao Mozhen is stagnant again, it is unfaithful to the flame red country. This kind of person is also a scourge, and it is dead and clean." The night of the game is thin and thin, and the evil spirits open.

"Is there anything else?" Xueyi wins the snow, the silver hair flies, and Kaiqi looks at the night game indifferently, and the twilight is cold and waveless.