MTL - The Cry of the Phoenix Which Reached the Ninth Heaven-Chapter 616 Yao Mozhen damn, night Jun Qing damn

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Chapter 616 Yao Mozhen damn, night Jun Qing damn

"Han Yi advised the saints to think twice and kill the game. The whole flame country will know what kind of charm and tenderness the saint is in bed. What kind of swaying is shy!" Face, cold look at the magic, a word, such as a knife like ###幻萝的心, so that she is not as good as death.

"Night Hung! What do you want to do?" The magical dream did not even think that he would be planted in the hands of the night game, the heart is like a colic.

"Nothing, in fact, the game is the same as the thinking of the saints, Yao Mozhen damn, night Jun Qing damn!" Night Hung sneered and looked at the illusion.

"Who is that person?" At this moment in the heart of the illusion, the most **** thing is the night game and the animal that tarnished his innocence.

"It doesn't matter. As long as the game is safe, that person will never appear." Night game naturally understands the mind of the illusion, and smiles.

"Night Hung, you are so bold, you dare to use your mind to the head of this saint! One day, this saint will make you regret it!" The magical fangs gnawed his teeth, and the powder punched up the blue veins.

"According to the secret investigation, Kaiqi and Yao Mozhen, the night Junqing they have entered the flames of the country, if there is no accident, they will arrive at the capital tomorrow, there is no other requirement, only the teacher can dispose of Yao. Mo Zhen and Ye Junqing, the game is not like them, and they have to come up with so many tricks to report their enemies. I only want these two people to die!" The night game is dark and deep, and looks cold and cold.

"Do you want this saint to swear in front of the leader? Night game, do you want to take this saint as a gun?" The magical cherry lips are close, and the eyes are covered with frost.

"The virgins have to think so hard, there is no way to win the game, but the game hopes that the saints can help the game this time, otherwise..." The night of the game is to stop, and the thin lips evoke a touch of play.

"Night Hung!" The illusion of the fierce sleeves, the side of the jade side of the table suddenly broke into two.

"Why do the virgins take a dead thing out of the air, and fight here, the game will never move." Night game with his fingers on his chest, the light of the eyes is black as ink.

The illusion that has been struggling for a long time is finally gone, watching the figure of the illusion of the illusion, the night of the game, the stunned, now controls the illusion, he is closer to revenge.

The night smog, the vast sky on the stars sparkling with brilliance, the fascinating dreams make people feel unreal, like the independence in the forest, the silver hair is shining with the beautiful arc, the beautiful sigh.

"Is there something?" Yao Mozhen stood silently behind, quite hesitant. For some people, she could have no blacklines, and she could face Kaiqi. She really didn't want to hurt him half a point.

"Nothing." Yao Mo reluctantly hooked his lips. He originally wanted to ask him to speak for the night, but he couldn’t open his mouth.

"Is worried about the safety of the night Junqing?" In the opening ceremony, Yao Mozhen looked red and had to walk away.

"Hey children just don't want to die in the night." Yao Mozhen bluntly said, if you pull the East again at this time, you will feel the feelings.

"The teacher may not release the night Junqing. If you talk too much, you may not be able to accommodate you." The words of Kai Yan are very explicit, and the implication is that Yao Mozhen is silent.

"Is there any other way?" Yao Mozhen turned to look at Kaiqi. The gentle moonlight seemed to be coated with a layer of silver on the cheeks of Kaiqi. On only one side, it was possible to dump all beings.

"No." Kaifu responded decisively.

"That can only be with the night Junqing died together." Yao Mo Xiao smiled, his eyes flashed a trace of desolate.

"Then what about me..." Qingyue’s voice came from the top of his head, and Kaiqi turned and walked to Yao Mozhen’s face. The deep squats looked like an ancient well without waves, and the light in it was thick and hot.

Heart, suddenly lost the beat, Yao Mo suddenly looked at the man in front of him, handsome as a god-like person, anyone will be heart-warming.

"It's not early, go back to rest." I didn't wait for Yao Mozhen to respond, and Kaiqi had already got enough, just like the wind. In the night sky, suddenly there is a beautiful light and shadow, comparable to the moonlight.

Until Kaiqi walked far away, Yao Mozhen still stood there, and his heart could not be calmed for a long time. At that time, the vision of Kaiqi was too deep and too confusing, so that her heart was dull and painless, and she did not want to hurt such a fairy. Men, after all, can't do it.

"Why are you so embarrassed?" The thick voice itself remembered, and the night Junqing stepped over. Yao Mozhen was deeply sighed, and when he turned around, he smiled like a flower.

"Because I like you!" Yao Mozhen's tone can be heard clearly.

"But there is only Mo Zhen in my heart. Except for Yao Mozhen, you will not be tempted by any woman. Even if it is exactly the same, it is impossible." All the way, the night Junqing can feel the true feeling of this woman in front of her, especially On the battleship, the determination to die with one's own life made the night Jun clear. But what can this change?

"This is really hurting people. Fortunately, the face of the child is not too thin, or is it necessary to find a tree with a neck hanging?" The more the night Junqing is, the more peace of mind, the more peace of mind, the death of such a man. Love, what do you want?

Yao Mozhen smiled and wandered around the night, and walked back to the inn. Staying alone at night, Junqing stood there, I don’t know how to advance or retreat.

As the night game predicted, the day after the afternoon, when they started to enter the country, a group of imperial people greeted them. Rather than welcoming, it is better to say that it is the cold brocade and the night Junqing.

"Teach the commander, the fate of the great sacrifice and the nephew of the nephew immediately rushed to the altar, and the cold brocade and the night prince were cleared into the dungeon." The first is the Rakshasa, one of the four great guardians of the imperialism.

"It is better to settle the two of them in the house of the Holy Lady first. The matter of seeing the teacher will tell you the truth." How can Yao Mozhen let them take away the night Junqing and go to the front.

"Teaching the Lord's Order, it's hard to be alive!" Luo Lu knew the identity of Yao Mozhen, and there was no respect in the speech. Just as Razor wanted to get started, a cold flash flashed, and then he saw Raksha’s left hand rubbing his shoulders and took a few steps back.

"You didn't hear the words of the saints! You have to go back to the Lord!" You have to retire! The voice of Qingyue came from the head of the crowd, as Yao Mozhen expected to appear in front of everyone. The exquisite little face is beautiful and beautiful.

"The master is assured, first bring the cold Jinyi and the night Junqing back to the holy girl's house, to see who dares to stop!" The identity of the 罗Rakor naturally knows, so he can only withstand the gas.

Seeing Jun Junqing and Han Jinyi followed back to the house, Yao Mozhen’s tight heart was slightly stabilized. He only saw Sikongmu. How can she keep the life of the night?

"Let's go, don't let the leader wait for a long time." When Yao Mozhen contemplates, Qi has already come over, the voice is mild and jade, and he can't hear a little emotion.

And when Qi Wei and Yao Mozhen entered the altar, the magical and night games had already been divided. On the top of the giant clam, Sikongmu still wore a black robe, and the golden mask was cold as ice.

"When you see the leader."

"When you meet the teacher, you can see the teacher." Re-enter the altar, Yao Mozhen wants to calm down, the faint gloom of the night pearl, the pair of yellow eyes on the head of the python can not cause any visual impact to her.