The Cry of the Phoenix Which Reached the Ninth Heaven

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Chapter 79—The Misery of Yuzhi's Death

Yu Zhi’s end was extremely miserable. He was thrown into the violent room for three hours. After he came out, only the remaining half of the life was fed to the dog. After listening to Liu Xing’s report, Yao Mozhen caressed the florist and smiled coldly. He really didn’t know the black heart, how the dog swallowed it.

"Mother, the dinner is ready." Tingyue will put the last koi cake on the table, and immediately walked to Yao Mozhen, respectfully.

"Well, can you prepare for the Prince?" Yao Mozhen sighed and let go and went to the table.

"The slave has sent the copy of the Prince."

"Okay, let's go to the meal, you don't have to wait here." Yao Mokun waved back Tingyue and Liu Xing, looked at the table full of meals, and finally had some appetite.

Just as Yao Mozhen wanted to move the chopsticks, a faint scent came over. Silent, Yao Mozhen took care of himself and did not carry it.

"Ting Yue that **** also remembered the hatred, how to give the king Wang's meals as little, the king did not eat enough!" Night Jun Qing sneaked into the white, elegant and elegant walked in, Fengshen handsome face Yan Shao Some reveal a hint of embarrassment, even if he has tried to cover it up.

"You seem to be unable to eat so much?" Seeing Yao Mozhen did not speak, the night Jun Qing rounded himself, and sat down when he spoke.

"I heard that you have returned to the government, and have not been wronged?" Night Jun Qingqing fortunately had two pairs of tableware on the table, and picked up the bamboo chopsticks to pick up the dishes, but saw Yao Mozhen suddenly put down the porcelain bowl. Indifference to the night Junqing.

The hand raised by the night Jun Qing stagnated in the air, and the extension was not, the income was not, and the stalemate finally fell.

"Well, this king is coming to admit the mistake, should not hit you, but ... you are also wrong..." Night Jun Qing is looking at Yao Mozhen.

"Mo婉's fault is that when Wang Ye took the shot, he did not hide in time." Yao Mozhen's clear water-like scorpion swayed a slap, and the sound was as pleasant as a clear spring.

"You have to say that..." When I saw the fingerprints that appeared on Yao Mo's face, the night Junqing would have to refute the words of the original, and it is hard to imagine that he played multiple times. Can also see the traces.

"Is Mo? What is wrong?" Yao Mozhen raised his brow and looked calm and watery.

"Yes!" The night is clear and the heart is crying. He said this is a violation of the word!

"The original prince thought so, the prince can go!" Yao Mozhen looked dull and his voice was extremely cold.

"That's not right!" When the night Jun Qing Deng changed his attitude, this moment, the night Jun Qing deeply realized that when the woman is entangled, the principle is absolutely self-abuse.

"Perhaps in the eyes of Wang Ye, when Mo Zhen has never been right, Wang Ye can go!" Yao Mozhen once again ordered the order.

"..." The night Junqing finally collapsed, and bowed down the bamboo chopsticks and left silently. Looking at the night's clear figure, walking out of the Guanyin Palace, Yao Mo's lips evoke a smile, she just likes the night Junqing, there are joys, sorrows and sorrows, not like the time when the Prince was killed.

Just when the shadow of the night Junqing faded out of his sight, the wind rose, and a smashing red skirt appeared like a **** in front of Yao Mozhen, the handsome and unpredictable beauty, the world, the world is unparalleled, Yan Nanzhen is really The beauty is at its best, and the hope of turning around can reverse the sentient beings.

"The beauty is too bully?" Yan Nan squatted on the opposite side of Yao Mozhen, the evil scorpion looked toward the direction of the night Junqing disappeared. In this world, apart from Yao Moxin, no one can make his own younger brother so helpless, really worthy of being a sister.

"The lord wants to be the leader of the Supreme Prince?" Yao Mozhen stunned the eyes of the eye, raised his eyebrows to look at Yannan, not angry.

"Coughing... I don't have such an idea for the time being. I am looking at Mo Zhen's girl!" I noticed that Yao Mozhen had a strange and inconspicuous light. Yan Nanzhen decisively chose Mingzhe to protect himself.

"Nothing else?" Yao Mozhen raised his eyebrows and looked at Yan Nanxuan. The crystal-clear scorpion seemed to have the power to penetrate the hearts of the people. Under the gaze of these eyes, Yan Nanzhen suddenly felt streaking.

"No!" Yan Nanyan shook his head.

"That's the best. Since people have already seen it, Mo Zhen will not accompany him. It is really tired to toss this day." Yao Mozhen swayed and swayed and went to the inner room.

"Don't go! I have good things to show you! Wind, rain, thunder, electricity!" When Yan Nan's voice fell, I saw four people dressed in night clothes standing in front of Yao Mozhen, two men. Two women, the man Yushu Linfeng, the woman looks dignified. As for martial arts, Yan Nanzhen can be said to be a good thing, naturally not bad.

"What do you mean?" Yao Mozhen looked up and down at the front four people, and turned to look at Yan Nanxuan, but actually guessed a few points.

"You don't underestimate these four people, they are the most powerful right arm of the deity!" Yan Nanzhen gave the most high evaluation of the four people.

"And then?" Yao Moxuan's thumb slightly bent against the fragrant scorpion, and the sly scorpion flashed and looked at Yan Nanxuan, and the smile of the lips swayed like a small flower swaying in the spring breeze, so innocent and pure.

"Then...the deity decided to give them four of them!" Yan Nan screamed, and seemed to have great courage.

"Well, Mo Zhen once heard people say that the more beautiful things are different, it doesn't seem to be the same. People like Nanzhao, who are so beautiful and have a generous heart are examples. It’s better to be respectful than to be respectful! Rain and thunder, you retreat.” Yao Mozhen is hard to compliment people.

"Don't retire!" Yan Nanzheng is trying to stop, but see Yao Mo Lili 眸 眸 cold, awe-inspiring to see the wind and rain.

"Now who is your master, retreat." Yao Mozhen's voice is very light, but there is a pressure that people can't refuse. The wind and rain have only been smashed for a while, and then disappeared into the Guanyin Palace.

"Nan Hao, this palace is really tired, I will not accompany it!" Yao Mo got a cheap, is about to return to the house, but was stopped by Yan Nanzhen.