The Cry of the Phoenix Which Reached the Ninth Heaven Chapter 60: Overhead halo

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Chapter 60 Overhead Halo

"Yin Xue, take the cat back to this palace!" Perhaps Yao Mowan's expression was too ferocious. When Ye Junqing was stunned, he felt a cool breeze on his back. In the next second, he was already unable to move. , And Xuzi has returned to Yao Mowan's arms.

"You didn't leave?" Yao Mowan was surprised at the flash of lightning just now. She didn't even see how Yin Xue appeared, and Xuzi was already in her arms.

"The subordinates are always hidden by the master. As long as the master speaks, the subordinates will show up." Yin Xue looked calm and respectfully returned.

"Yin Xue! Why are you here? Why do you call her the master?" When Ye Junqing saw the shot, he was shocked. Silent, Yin Xue didn't seem to hear Ye Junqing's questioning, but stood respectfully beside Yao Mowan.

Although it's hard to believe, Yao Mowan is very helpful to Yan Nansheng's gift.

"Resolve his acupuncture point, you can go down!" Yao Mowan raised her eyebrows and looked at Ye Junqing, her eyebrows crooked. In the blink of an eye, only Yao Mowan and Ye Junqing were left in the main hall.

"What is the relationship between you and Yan Nansheng? Why did he give Yin Xue to you? It's a violent thing!" Ye Junqing felt that he had been messed up in the wind, and everything had changed trajectory, as if He, his heart was already dead, but every time he faces Yao Mowan, his heart beats extremely powerfully. This woman, just hooking her lips, can make him so angry!

"Does the prince feel that it is Yin Xue's honor to protect this palace? It's like dining with the palace is a blessing that the prince has cultivated in several lifetimes." Yao Mowan became more arrogant and stroked the flocculus in his arms. Looking triumphantly at Ye Junqing.

"You really can count on yourself! You have never heard of the famous Yin clan in the rivers and lakes. Anyone who is fortunate enough to have the Yin family's descendants serve as a reclusive guard represents a lifetime without worries and can die! This generation, the Yin family There are only two descendants, Yin Xiong and Yin Xue. Yin Xiong is now the hidden guard of Chu Mobei, the prince of Dashu, and Yin Xue is protecting Yannan Sheng in Fengyu Villa. "Ye Junqing's words did indeed shock Yao Mo. Wan, she didn't expect Yan Nansheng to be so generous, but after another thought, the corners of her lips couldn't help but deepen a bit. It is really Ye Junqing's blessing to have such a senior.

"Yeah! Lord, please look up to see if Mo Wan's head is covered with a halo, otherwise why does everyone like Mo Wan so much?" Yao Mowan looked at Ye Junqing happily. Naive.

"Who said that? This king doesn't like it!" What Ye Junqing hates most about Yao Mowan is that even if she laughs so wildly, she can't hate it.

"The prince is not a human being!" Yao Mowan put away the stubbornness on her face, embraced the flocculent, wandered around Junqing for the night, and walked out of Guanju Palace.

"What did you say!" Ye Junqing's voice echoed in Guanju Palace, and it persisted for a long time.

On one side, Ting Yue cautiously walked to Yao Mowan's side.

"Mother, have you angered Prince Su again?" After several battles, Ting Yue suddenly felt a little sympathy for Ye Junqing, who was also a dignified prince anyway, and now she seems to be bullied by her own master, becoming more and more uncertain.

"It's a good thing to be angry." Yao Mowan pressed her lips lightly, smiling deeply. Now with Yin Xue, some things are much easier to do.

"Looking at what the empress said, it's as if the prince wouldn't be angry before..." Ting Yue muttered softly. Yao Mowan heard her words and thought about it carefully. At that time, in front of her, Ye Junqing never seemed to be angry. Even though he asked too much, he was silent for a moment, and he did not hesitate to agree. Like that night Yilanxuan.

"Mother, where are we going now?" Tingyue trot a few steps to follow Yao Mowan, and said suspiciously.

"Soul Sand Garden." Yao Mowan whispered softly, and her fingertips stroked the snowy skin of the flocculent. In the sun, the snow-colored fur was reflected in Yao Mowan's clear eyes, turning into a cold.