The Cry of the Phoenix Which Reached the Ninth Heaven

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If the sixth chapter is not poisonous, why does the dog die?

The bow-like top month is covered by lead clouds, and the night is thick, like ink, and it can't be deepened. When Yao Mozhen and Tingyue walked to the door of the firewood house, Liu Xing had been waiting there for a long time.

"Miss, the slaves made the money, and they left a sigh of relief." Liu Xingjian was Yao Mozhen, and he greeted him.

"You are waiting outside." Yao Mo's slightly jaw, immediately opened the door of the firewood and went in. Outside the door, Ting Yuefu looked suspiciously to Liu.

"Miss is not hating sorghum, why should she stay with her?"

"I don't know, but what the lady said, I will do it." Liu Xing swears.

And said that Yao Mozhen walked into the firewood house and then closed the door with his backhand. He walked slowly to the oil lamp and lit the candlelight. By the light of the candlelight, Yao Mozhen saw the **** sorghum and the half-dead squatting on the straw pile, the pain was low, the hair was burned by the yellow, the hay, the whip marks, the pus and blood mixed. The minced meat was covered with clothes, and the face was branded with a soldering iron.

"How can they bear to beat you like this? Didn't they find out that the lotus seeds are not poisonous?" Yao Mojun walked to the high-altitude side, and slowly fell down, seemingly distressed.

After hearing the voice of Yao Mozhen, Gao Zhi’s mind was sober.

"No poison... The lotus seed is not poisonous, why is the dog going to die?" This is a sentence that repeatedly asked her in the storm room.

"Nature is the first to be poisoned before being put into the main hall. The lotus seeds are ginseng, velvet soup, and people like it, not to mention the dog?" Yao Mozhen softly opened, Patiently explain.

"Yes... must be, oh... I am embarrassed! Please tell me the lord, I am oh... Miss San... How are you? You are harming me!" Gao Qi surprised and raised his eyes. However, when he saw Yao Mozhen, he was full of eyes and his hands clasped Yao Mozhen’s sleeves.

"Yes, I am hurting you. I deliberately said in front of Dou Xianglan that you are loyal to the old master, let me live a life, and give me two silver. Also, I let Liu Xing give the dog poison to frame you, then how? Do you say now? It’s hard to walk, even if you climb to the foot of Dou Xianglan, you have to believe in you.” Yao Mozhen’s lips are slightly whispering, and his eyes are as harmless as watching Gao.

"Hello, you are poisonous! I killed you!" Gao Wei was dying, and now he is very angry, and blood has surged out of his mouth.

"I am poisonous? Gao Gao is really forgetting, who is poisoning in my mother's soup, so that she is not blind! Who sold me to Yixiangyuan, let me suffer! Who is the Tingyue crane? Beaten on this, almost killed! This pile, one piece, you are afraid that the next eighteen layers of **** are not enough to redeem!" The cold scorpion is covered with frost, Yao Mo 婉 cold and cold sleeves, indifferently got up.

"You...who are you?" Gao Hao looked round and unbelievably looked at Yao Mozhen.

"Don't you recognize it? I am Mo Zhen!" Yao Mozhen suddenly smiled and smiled, and the beautiful light shone with harmless light.

"Impossible! You are not! You are not that idiot... Who are you?" When Gao was roaring, Yao Mozhen had taken out a package of 'Luoyansha' powder from his sleeve and slowly sprinkled it. Stilt on the wound.

"Who am I, you will soon know..." Yao Mozhen looked at the sorghum, desperately struggling on the haystack, and could not see a slight emotional float on his face.

"It's all the big lady who told me to do it... I'm damn, but the big lady... more damn..." Gao Song put together his last strength and finally said his unwillingness.

"So I will let her live - not - such as - death ..." The cold voice swayed like a ghost in the sky above the house, and could not be dispersed for a long time.

After Yao Mozhen left the firewood house, Gao Song had already died.

"The firewood room was burned." Yao Mozhen looked at Liu Xing, who was waiting outside, and whispered.

"Miss, sorghum is already dead." Liu wakes up.

"But I want to smash her, what should I do?" Yao Mozhen stopped, and the clear watery scorpion gradually became chilly.

"Liu Wake up and do it." Liu Xingqi nodded and immediately turned and left.

The night is cold and cold as ice. On the way back to the pavilion, Tingyue wanted to open a few times, but he did not say it after all.

"Tingyue, you remember, when faced with the devil, we can only survive if we are more evil than the devil. Except for the evil, do you know?" Yao Mozhen suddenly stopped and turned to look at Tingyue.