The Cry of the Phoenix Which Reached the Ninth Heaven

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Drug abuse in Chapter 471

"Well, this palace has the poison of the South Strong Lord. If you can't bring back the first level of the soul of the dead in 20 days, you will be poisoned and killed, so this palace hopes that you will hand over the soul." Yao Mo I opened the door and saw the mountain.

"How can you be poisoned?" Mo often refuses to take it, only to see Yao Mozhen's 12th-level hurricane scraping.

"You dare to ask his mother! How did Duan Tingting die? If you don't want to die, Lao Tzu will suffer this kind of sin!" Yao Mozhen clears the sin, and the angry scorpion is still so bad. I came to the face of ink.

"Is it cooked?" Seeing Mo Chang's blush into a persimmon, Yao Mozhen raised his eyebrows and questioned.

"You are leaving! Yao Mozhen, men and women don't kiss you, you don't understand!" Seeing ink often buried his head in the white chest, a pair of guilty sorrows, Yao Mo 婉 婉 搐, night Junqing It is overwhelming with Yin Xue.

"In a word, do you still give it?" Yao Mozhen felt that it was not necessary to do so, so that this kind of respect, even if she was lying in front of her, she would not look at it more.

"Of course not given! You just said that it is to give the benefits to the Tudor, this can not be heard if the soul is given to you, what benefits we can get!" Bai Hao did not agree.

"Cough! The benefits of this palace mouth must be combined with the bad things to listen to, Rao is your death to protect the soul of the dead, it does not matter, this palace is not a death, but your iron-blood corps is the main bar with Nanqiang, admittedly, and the rest Compared with several countries, the strength of Nanqiang can be neglected, but Nanqiang’s locusts can be called tens of thousands of cockroaches, oh, this one, more persistent!” Yao Mozhen said, Yu pointed to the moment Aphids that do not stop on the ground.

"It...what is it doing?" For locusts, white crickets and inks are often heard. They have also smashed them at the time, and they can't easily offend Nanqiang.

"If it is not it, this palace can not find you underground palace, so you can ignore the people of Nanqiang, but you must not ignore the insects of Nanqiang!" Yao Mozhen reminded me very earnestly.

"Cough cough... We can't do this thing, and we will come back and say it again." White 斩 compromised.

"The time is not waiting for people. In another 13 days, Mo Zhen will be poisoned and killed. It doesn't matter if Mo Yan died..."

"Get it, you know! This is the self-willing to use the pigeons to spread the book and ask for advice." Bai Yudao.

And said that Bai Benben did not want Yao Mo to enter the underground palace, but could not stand the mouth of Yao Mozhen's tongue, and under the coercion, Yao Mozhen and Ye Junqing and others stayed in the underground palace that night.

In the evening, after the dinner, the white 斩 斩 姚 姚 姚 姚 姚 姚 姚 姚 姚 姚 姚 姚 姚 姚 姚 姚 姚 姚 姚 姚 姚 姚 姚 姚 姚 姚 姚 姚 姚 姚 姚 姚 姚 姚 姚 姚 姚 姚 姚 姚 姚 姚 姚Waiting, maybe in the eyes of Bai Yu, if they don’t have their waist cards, even mosquitoes can’t fly out of the underground palace, so they’re neglected to guard, and Yao Mo’s confession is not to be heard. No name, the three deputy monks are not in the underground palace, which makes Yao Mo is extremely happy.

"Mo Zhen, do you think that no name will promise to hand over the dead soul to us?" Although Yao Mozhen described Nanqiang's locust as a savage beast, if the Nanqiang locust really has such great power, why is the Nanqiang lord still sticking to it? Old land, refused to go beyond the pool! So the key to success or failure is always only people!

"Who said that we have to fight for the nameless consent. Since we are not famous, we naturally have to change another style of play. Yin Xue, is the book for this palace ready?" At the table, Yao Mozhen pulled out one of his sleeves. The cold dagger's dagger was taken over, and the porcelain bottle handed over by Yin Xue was taken.

"What are you doing?" Seeing Yao Mozhen pour the liquid in the porcelain bottle on the dagger, the night is clear and suspicion.

"Mo Hao promised to pass the paragraph Tingting, will certainly avenge her!" Yao Mozhen looks cold, deep screaming with a chill.

"But how do you find the soul of the dead? Isn't the white cockroach pinching the locust?" The night Jun Qing looked at Yao Mozhen.

"He just killed only the ladybug. When Yin Xue was arresting him, he stole the column!" For Yin Xue's alertness, Yao Mozhen never doubted.

So Yao Mozhen and others used only half an hour, and they stood in front of the dead soul without any hindrance. What makes Yao Mozhen feel gratified is that the soul of the dead is being tied to a pillar by the black iron chain. I can't move, since the beginning of God, she can live up to it!

"Night Junqing! You actually dare to come to me! Let me go! I want to kill you! Ah--" At the moment of seeing the night, the mood of the soul is very excited.

"Let you? You are a fool when we are! The soul of the dead, originally I Yao Mozhen and you have no enmity, even if you have almost killed my life, I will only end up with you, after all, killing but the first point Ground, but you shouldn’t kill so many innocent nuns, especially Duan Tingting! So...” Yao Mozhen spoke, slamming the dagger, stabbing the left abdomen of the soul, a thick smoke, a coke The cooked taste is transpiration.

"Ah-oh..." The soul of the dead screamed and screamed, and Yin Xue blocked the dumb hole of the soul. At the beginning of the night, Jun Qing worried that the poisonous blood of the soul would splash on Yao Mozhen, but now his fear is superfluous.

"How long have you been so painless? How do you feel?" Yao Mozhen raised the delicate lips, and his eyes were chilly.

"Hey!" The soul of the dead man clenched his fists, desperately trying to break the chain. Another knife, the smell of scorching mixed with a stench, made Yao Mo swear from time to time, in view of this, Yao Mo 婉 婉 两 两 两 两 两 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 姚

One knife, another knife, until the third knife, the night Jun Qing talked.

"Mo Mo, almost got it?" It is true that the night Junqing also feels that the sin of the soul is too late, but this scene is too bloody, and the taste is not very good. At this moment, the five senses of the dying soul are distorted, and both eyes seem to bleed.

"This is much more laborious than cutting watermelon. Come on!" Well, Yao Mozhen admits that she didn't want to be so cruel. It is really the neck of the dead soul is too hard, she can't cut it down!

Then, when he was planted in the hands of the night Junqing, he had wanted to clear the dead soul of the night prince, and eventually died in the hands of the night Junqing.

Now that I have got the head of the dead soul, the next step is to leave the underground palace. Just as the daylight thinks, if there is no token between him and the ink waist, no flies can fly out of the underground palace, so even if you know how to open the door, What kind of scene would it be, Yao Mozhen did not hesitate to open the door.

"Lightly... small ink... The slaves can't stand it!" On the couch, the white cockroaches squatted on the bed like a cockroach, and the ink was often cultivated with extraordinary strength!

"Up and down, the posture is outdated." Yao Mozhen shook his head.

"Small ink, called the soil." Yin Xue shook his head.

"Children should not be!" Night Jun Qing walked to the front of the two people, suddenly arm, and blocked the color of the eyes.

"Cough cough... The meaning of male and female giving and not being kissed is that the male and the male are attacking and amiable... The slave, you can get up first!" Yao Mozhen dialed the night to clear the eyebrows and raised his eyebrows to look at the white.

At the same time, the day was almost bounced from the bed. The first action after getting up was to use the quilt to block the key parts, but he ignored himself.

"It turns out!" Yao Mozhen clears the position under the waist of the white squat, shaking his head with a sigh.

"The truth is this!" Yin Xue took a cold breath,

"Yan Ke An Zhi Hong Hong Zhi Zhi ... oh!" Night Jun Qing feels a lot.