MTL - The Cry of the Phoenix Which Reached the Ninth Heaven-Chapter 622 In exchange for a mess

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Chapter 622 is in exchange for a mess

"Do you have trouble? Twenty years of love and dedication, only to exchange you for a mess? Kai, you are too hearty!" The magical singer's life, every move seems to want to start perish together.

"In these years, this sacrifice is only when you are a sister!" The words of Qi Yan said that there was some guilty conscience. At that time, there was no Yao Mozhen. He indulged himself and the illusory relationship with the illusion. This led to the devil's attachment.

"Sister? Hahaha! Kai! I hate you! Hate you--" When all the effort is not affirmed, when all the good things are made, the illusion suddenly discovers that she has always been persistent, in the eyes of others, But it is a farce. For such a clear and arrogant illusion, such cognition will undoubtedly make her collapse, even crazy.

The illusion is trying to solve all the problems. She is willing to die with Kailu, and she does not want to live in this world with sorrow and despair. She does not want to watch Kaiqi’s embrace in Yao Mozhen!

It’s just that the illusion is even worse, and how can it be defeated by the enemies. After more than a dozen rounds, the illusion has been sealed by the acupuncture points.

"Enlighten, let me go! I won't let you go to Yao Mozhen! No-" The roar of the illusionary hysterical, tears streaming like spring water.

"Magic, you need to calm down, and, don't hurt Yao Mozhen again, if the teacher blames the sin, this sacrifice can't keep you!" Kai-soo gasped, anger looked at the illusion.

"Let me open... Kai, how can you treat me like this... I love you so much..." The illusion can still hear the words of Kailu, the voice hoaring and roaring.

"You are good at it." Kai knows that the current illusion can't hear anything, so he left. Looking at the ruthless faintness of his own eyes, the light of the eyes of the illusion is gradually cold, and a strong killing is pervading her. Yao Mozhen, Qi Wei! You are so illusory, the illusion must be paid by your blood.

"The big sacrifice is really ruthless, with a new love, forget the old love. Hehe..." In the corner, the night of the game stalked to the side of the illusion, and opened the acupuncture points of the illusion, both eyes are visible. A sin.

"Ah--" The hatred of the illusion accumulated in the bottom of the heart is invisible. When the palm of the hand goes, the sand is flying, and the rockery of the whole backyard is razed to the ground.

"It's better to think of ways to deal with the two dogs and men and women because they can't get along with these stones here." Until the illusion was exhausted, the night singer only walked away, and even the voices were full of evil.

"This saint is going to kill them! Do you have a way?" The illusion got up and slammed the collar of the night, and the anger of the volcanic eruption was uncomfortable.

"There is a way, but I don't know if the saints dare to dare?"

"As long as you can let Yao Mo smash the corpse, let the sorrow and pain do not want to live! This sacred woman dare!" The illusion is gnashing his teeth.

"I really dare to do anything? Even if you betray the leader?" The night hunter is faint and faint, and the voice is cold and cone-like.

"Yes! Even if you betray the Lord!" The illusion has been stunned by anger.

"Well, the saints please take a trip with the game!" The night of the game is the impulse of the illusion, leading her to a road of no return.

In the pavilion of the backyard of the Virgen's House, the phoenix's tears were placed on the stone case, and the slender scorpion flashed to look at the cold brocade.

"What is this?" A few days get along, Han Jinyi's impression of the cockroach is getting better and better, the temperament is straightforward, frank, unpretentious, not artificial, especially the sincerity in the bones is quite an appetite for the cold brocade.

"Phoenix tears, drink something that can make people feel amnesia." From the beginning, I didn't want to squat on the cold clothes.

"You...should you want me to drink this thing?" Han Jinyi squatted forward and looked suspiciously.

"Don't drink, ah, the master said, if you don't drink, you will only have a dead end." He shrugged his shoulders, his expression a little helpless. Han Jinyi heard the sound, could not help but look around, see no one, and immediately got up and leaned against the past.

"Consult, can you pretend to drink, in fact, the deity of the Lord's acting is still very good!" Han Jinyi deliberately lowered the voice, good words and talks.

"This is a good idea! Big sacrifice?" He looked at Han Jinyi with joy and joy. Suddenly his face suddenly changed. His eyes looked surprised and looked at Han Jinyi. Han Jinyi heard the sound and turned, but he saw no one, no more. When I turned back, I heard two voices in my ear, and then the body could not move like a petrochemical.

"The statue of the Lord is good, but the master is not an idiot. For the sake of safety, the Lord is still wronged and drinked!" He said nothing, grabbed the bottle and sighed into the mouth of Han Jinyi.

After drinking the blood of Kaiqi, Yao Mozhen slept all day and night until he was only able to wake up at noon on the next day.

"Water..." When Yao Mozhen woke up, he only felt that his throat was hot and dry, and he seemed to have a fire burning, so he screamed and saw a bowl of water in front of him.

"Thank you... big sacrifice?" Yao Mozhen thought it was awkward, but he was shocked when he saw the white dress on the couch. The pale face was always with silver long hair, and the appearance of Qiqi was always for people. I feel as if I am a god, the unconstrained temperament that is scattered in my bones is unmatched.

"Is there something to go out, how do you feel?" The voice of Kaiqi is as soft as water, the clear faint faint halo, Yao Mozhen sees the affection from those eyes, unlike the past, that sentimental Direct, undisguised appearance, which makes Yao Mozhen somewhat overwhelmed.

"Fortunately." Yao Mozhen hurriedly took the cup, clasped his hands, and only immersed himself in drinking water.

"Hey, your poison has not been cleared, it is not easy to get out of bed. The lunch festival has already ordered people to be ready. Just wait for you to drink the blood, and let the sacrifices come over." Yao Mo sings a voice. Shocking, carrying the shackles, I saw that Kai has already rolled up the wide sleeves, and when he raised his hand, the internal gasification blade, the white wrist suddenly came out with a blood.

"How do you... stop! I haven't drunk it! Don't drink it so soon!" Seeing Kaiqi, Yao Mozhen panicked and got out of bed, hurried to the side of Kaiqi, both hands pulled Kai's wrist is distressed.

"How? Directly drink?" Kai Yan's thin lips smeared a light smile, and the deep affection in his eyes became a love.

"No... just let the big sacrifices so costly, and the children are stunned..." Kai's eyes are very different today, and Yao Mozhen doesn't even dare to look at it.

"If you are really embarrassed, then you will remember your goodness in your heart. Don't forget too fast." Kai Mo, who is close to the banter, listened to Yao Mo's goose bumps. In her impression, Qi Qi is always high in the distance, not the **** you can touch to reach, but at this time, the smirk on the face of Kai Qi is so real and heart-felt.

"This blood... enough..." If in the past, Yao Mozhen will definitely return to him, "Hey, the child has never been so ruthless!" ‘, but now in an extraordinary period, she is not allowed to go down again.

It was not until the teacup overflowed that Kaiqi had sealed his own acupuncture points.

"Don't drink hot." Kai Yan put the cup to the front of Yao Mozhen, gentle and watery, but let Yao Mozhen drop a big drop of cold sweat, this scene is also very strange.

In view of the fact that he hasn't thought of anything yet, plus the good intentions that can't be thinned out, Yao Mozhen finally took the cup, and the brain warmed the warm blood in the cup into his stomach. Yao Moqiang resisted not letting himself spit out, tears flying.