The Cry of the Phoenix Which Reached the Ninth Heaven

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The fifty-fourth chapter smells like wood!

"This is a good saying! In the eyes of the laity, the Buddha sitting in the Bodhi tree still feels like a fool! In the end, the people will realize it and become a Buddha. The laity will treat it as a god, so it’s so stupid. No one said clearly, isn't it, oh?" Yannan lazyly lifted his throat, and the ripples of the waves swayed, like a smile and a mouthful of a meaningful arc.

"Nanjing and Mo Zhen really are the people who have the same connection." Yao Mo slammed his lips and smiled, one side, the night Junqing held the table in time, which ensured that he did not fall because of anger.

"What kind of mind is connected, it is simply the smell of the same! Oh!" Night Jun Qing suddenly got up and walked away. Until it was determined that the night Junqing was far away, Yan Nanyu only gathered the banter in the eyes, and looked at Yao Mozhen awkwardly.

"You can let Ben Lei surrender, I think the girl will not hurt Junqing, but Nanxun still wants to ask, what is the girl's real intention?" Yan Nan's tone is not so shocking but the majesty of the top, let people It is difficult to lie under his gaze.

"As long as the lord knows that Mo Zhen will not hurt the Supreme Prince, as for the intention, one day, Mo Zhen will tell the truth according to the facts, but it is not the time now, I hope the lord will forgive me." Yao Mo 婉 calmly responded.

When Yan Nanyu left, Yao Moyu slowed his hand and squandered it. Shi Shiran walked out of the Guanyin Palace. He did not find the night Junqing in the east wing, and he knew where he went. All the way to the moonlight, the heart gradually calmed down, Liu Linli outside the Changle Palace, the familiar figure standing in the middle of it, standing with hands.

The side face of the night Junqing is reflected in the faint moonlight, as if it is coated with silver and silver, which makes it look more beautiful and beautiful. The night wind blows up his long hair like ink, as if the fairy will come from the wind. A trace of dust, the figure is still consistently firm and calm, such a night Junqing casually stand, it attracts countless talents of admiration and admiration, and his eyes, there is only one person.

Heart, no pain for a reason, if she chose the night Junqing, not the night game, what is the result, but in this world, the cheapest, if, the most useless, and if.

"This Liulin is part of the Changle Palace, and it can be regarded as a forbidden place." Yao Mo Yuting went to the night Junqing, the threat of tone in the tone is far less than the concern.

"This king thought that you would accompany the flower in the Guanlan Palace with three hundred cups of drink!" The night prince snorted, but his eyes never left the Changle Palace.

"How did Mo Zhaopu's posture enter the eyes of the big man? Those are just jokes. Why should the king care?" Yao Mozhen slowly walked to the side of the night Junqing, looking at Changle Palace along his line of sight. Carrying the place where her first half of life was full of joys and sorrows, the only thing left now is disgust.

"This king is not interested in you!" The night Jun suddenly felt that the words were not right, and he pleaded eloquently. His heart is only incomprehensible, and no longer can accommodate any woman. Even if she is as savvy, even if she looks like a heart, even a loving mother, she is not at all!

"The prince is relieved, and Mo Zhen has a self-knowledge." Yao Mozhen looked sad and replied, and looked at the nephew of Changle Palace gradually getting a piece of water. If there is something worth remembering in her place, it is with Zhonger. For ten months, she often put her hand on the lower abdomen, and it seems that the small and vigorous life is thriving. In the next second, Yao Mozhen suddenly appeared in front of the cold palace, her chest was cramped, and her eyes were covered with blood. Then, Yao Mozhen only felt that his eyes were dark and he only heard a rush of calls from his ear.

"Hey! You... are you okay? Hey!" A moment before the coma, Yao Mozhen felt that his body was in a warm embrace before he closed his eyes.