The Cry of the Phoenix Which Reached the Ninth Heaven Chapter 584: A couple of newcomers
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Chapter 584 A pair of newcomers
And send the couple back to the mansion, the first floor of Juxianlou is suddenly boiling, and in the second floor of the elegant room, Yao Mowan and Ye Junqing, Han Jinyi, Chu Mobei, and Chu Moxin are sitting together. The atmosphere became very strange. Except for Yao Mowan, they were not pleasing to everyone.
"Wan'er, this fish is done well." Ye Junqing was the closest to Yao Mowan, so he took a piece of fish and sent it to Yao Mowan's bowl, but didn't want Chu Mobei to make a finger, Ye Junqing couldn't avoid it. , And fell on the table together with the chopsticks.
Isn't this bullying? Ye Junqing pushed hard at his feet, swept across the army and kicked it over, the table moved slightly, and everyone's expressions changed slightly. Han Jinyi joined in with a persuasive mentality. Chu Moxin can't control so much, so naturally he is helping his emperor brother. of. All of a sudden, the table full of delicious delicacies went up and down like a wave, until the cups and plates were messed up.
'Papa--' The master suddenly got up, patted the table fiercely, and looked at the crowd at the table with a cold expression.
"Since everyone is here, then Wan'er will tell you one thing clearly, I am not the Yao Mowan you are looking for! Although we look like this, we are nothing more! 今## # We fought for me, Sheng Wan'er, the real Yao Mowan appeared in the future, where did you put me? Before all kinds of things, Wan'er only said that you miss Yao Mowan too much and will not hold you accountable, but from now on At the beginning, you heard it clearly, I am not Yao Mowan, this is a fact! You better remember!" Yao Mowan stood upright, his words and sentences were incomparably clear.
There was silence in the elegant room, everyone's eyes fell on Yao Mowan, and their eyes flashed with unexplained light.
There was another ‘pop----’, and as the door closed, everyone looked at each other.
"If she is not Yao Mowan, what should I do?" Chu Moxin heard Yao Mowan's words and looked suspiciously at everyone.
"Look at the posture that slammed the door, if she wasn't Yao Mowan, who could she be." Chu Mobei patted Chu Moxin on the shoulder, then got up and left. The Lord is gone, does it make sense for them to gather here? Chu Moxin left with Chu Mobei. On the table, Han Jinyi looked sideways at Ye Junqing.
"If she is not Yao Mowan, then we have done too much." Han Jinyi stood up slowly and paced away. Only Ye Junqing was still sitting there, reaching out from the chaotic table and putting a piece of fish in Yao Mowan's porcelain bowl.
"Junqing is very stupid, but he is born to death, but he will not admit his mistakes..."
Before and after Haishi, Ye Junqing finally found Yao Mowan on the roof of Juxianlou. As the evening breeze blows, Yao Mowan's green silk is flying, passing a beautiful arc in the air, only a back figure captures all of Ye Junqing's eyes.
"Are you angry?" Looking at the slender-necked hip flask in Yao Mowan's hand, Ye Junqing pursed his thin lips and sat down slowly.
"Are you sure who you are talking to?" Qingyue's voice was a little self-deprecating, but what's wrong with watching the show? Why does she care so much? It is true that she does not want to be someone else's stand-in, but what she does not want is that when these people suddenly turn around and are indifferent and right, she will not be able to bear it.
"Sheng Wan'er." For Ye Junqing, the name is really not important.
"Are they all gone?" Yao Mowan sighed lightly, raised her head and took a sip of strong wine. The wine was mellow and irritated when it entered the lungs.
"Well, Junqing is not good. I didn't consider your mood. Today is Leng Bingxin and Benlei's wedding, which should have been rejoicing." Looking at Yao Mowan, frowning slightly because of the strong wine. Ye Junqing felt distressed.
"It was Wan'er who swept everyone's interest, but I just want you to know that there is no Yao Mowan here. The people you want and expect to see are not here." Yao Mowan raised his eyes and looked at it. The stars in the sky flashed a trace of loneliness.
"Stop talking about this, Junqing will accompany you to drink." Since seeing you in Xinxiang, Ye Junqing never thought that the person in front of him would be Yao Mowan, even if Yao Mowan denied it over and over again, he would not change it. Original intention.
"Ye Junqing, if... if one day the real Yao Mowan appeared, would you leave me without hesitation?" Yao Mowan asked such a ghostly, and then wanted to bite her off. Tongue, how sensational this is!
"No." Ye Junqing shook the jug and took a sip, speaking firmly.
"Ghost letter!" Even if you know how against Ye Junqing's words, Yao Mowan still feels warmth, maybe...she is no worse than Yao Mowan.
The woods shrouded in moonlight, a bright color. Mo Chang and Bai Zhan strolled in the woods, looking at each other.
"Don't go back?" Bai Zhan shook Mo Chang's arm, blinking and begging.
"No, if we don't go back, Wuming will definitely be in danger." Mo Chang stroked Baizhan's shoulder, and said solemnly.
"It's nameless again! This old thing is really harmful. I knew that I shouldn't have followed him. Now it's fine, but I don't want to bear it. Forget it, I'm here now, and I will go back." Bai Zhan sighed, he was also worried about being nameless, so he hesitated.
"That's right! Hurry up, I'll be in Xinxiang in seven or eight days." Mo Chang knew that Bai Zhan was not such a hard-hearted person, otherwise he wouldn't like it either.
When the cold wind hit the ground suddenly, Bai Zhan and Mo Chang stopped abruptly, leaning on each other's backs as they looked at each other, the true energy was too strong, they had met a strong enemy.
"Who is it? Come out!" Mo Chang said bitterly, his eyes like torches.
"Old friend!" There was a hint of evil in the thick voice, which came from mid-air. When Bai Zhan and Mo Chang looked up, the person had already arrived in front of them.
"Who are you?" Mo Chang looked at the visitor vigilantly, and quietly clenched the hidden weapon.
"Mo Chang, Bai Zhan!" Behind the silver-faced man in the black robe, Wuming said excitedly. Seeing the namelessness, Mo Chang and Bai Zhan couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
"Who thought it was, you old immortal! Frighten us!" Bai Zhan patted his chest, stepped on shallow steps towards the nameless, and Mo Chang followed.
"How did you leave the country of Yan Chi, I thought you were in your life... uh--" At the moment Mo Chang bypassed the silver-faced man, he suddenly felt a cold in his neck and blood spurted fiercely. Out.
"Mo Chang!" The long-lost reunion did not allow Wu Ming to come out of his excitement, but Mo Chang was cut off in front of him.
"What's the matter? Mo...Mo Chang!" Seeing Wuming's expression suddenly changed, Bai Zhan turned around and felt chilled. In the moonlight, Mo Chang clutched his neck tightly, his eyes staring like Tongling, blood gurgling from his hands.
"Mo Chang! I tried it with you--" Bai Zhan was shocked, his eyes turned red, and he immediately threw a hidden weapon at the silver-faced man, but didn't want a blast of air to come back. Bai Zhan was stabbed by his own hidden weapon. Into the heart.
"Bai Zhan..." Mo desperately walked to Bai Zhan with all his remaining strength, holding the dying Bai Zhan tightly in both hands, and both fell to the ground.
Looking at Bai Zhan and Mo Chang with blood on the ground, the nameless heart suddenly stopped. He desperately knelt in front of Bai Zhan and Mo Chang, with one hand clutching Mo Chang's blood-spraying neck, and the other His hand kept wiping the black blood pouring from the corner of Bai Zhan's mouth.
"For...why..." Bai Zhan looked resentfully at Wuming, with endless grievances in his eyes.
"It's not me...it's not me! Why did you kill them! Ah-" Wuming turned his head, staring at the silver-faced man with an eagle-like gaze. When he turned back, Bai Zhan and Mo Chang were gone. Breathe.
"I'm sorry...I'm sorry!" Wuming slammed on Bai Zhan and Mo Chang's body, tears criss-crossed, and the blood-stained hands were severely clenched into fists. From the Jagged Corps to the Flame Red Kingdom, whether it is Bai Zhan or Mo Chang, whether it is Mei Ji or Qian Mian, they will never leave themselves, and even ask Gui Daozi in order to promote themselves, but what has he done! It was he who brought this silver-faced executioner to Bai Zhan and Mo Chang, and it was he who killed them!
"I killed you!" The nameless eyes burst out, and his fists swept towards the silver-faced man like a hurricane. Unfortunately, he was sealed off by the silver-faced man before the palm of the wind.
"Kill me? Why!" The silver-faced man hummed coldly and walked to the nameless, his mask looked ###sen against the moonlight.
"Why? They are the people of the old man! They are the people of the flame red country! The old man will tell the leader! You bastard!" Wuming Jie was cracking and his red eyes were in full swing.
"Why? This is what I want to ask you! Why did you leave me, the Great Chu, and ruined the Jagged Corps! When I needed you the most, where were you! Nameless! The **** thing is not them. , It's you!" The silver-faced man roared fiercely, his voice as cold as ice.
"You... are you?" At the moment when he heard the voice, the nameless pupils suddenly shrank and looked at the person in front of him incredulously.
"How long has it been since you can't even hear my voice?" The man slowly took off the silver mask, revealing such a terrifying face.
"Ye Hongyi? How could it be you! How could the wizard send you out to perform the task? This is impossible! Impossible!" Wuming looked at Ye Hongyi in horror, suddenly feeling cold.
"There are too many impossible things, just as I still can’t believe that you are actually the boy of the Yanchi Kingdom, or the most inconspicuous kind! But it is you who played me in the palm of my hand. Above, if it weren't for you, I wouldn't be defeated, and would not suffer the capital punishment over and over again!" Ye Hongyi's fierce gaze seemed to delay the namelessness, but he didn't know the namelessness and didn't want to break Ye Hongyi's corpse into pieces.
"You confessed your private vengeance and killed Bai Zhan and Mo Chang! This old man will truthfully report this to the mage! Ye Hongyi, you must not die!" groaned like a nameless curse.
"Oh, nameless, don't be too naive, who are they? In the eyes of the mage, they are not as good as ants! How do you think the mage will treat me because of them? Now I am the red in front of the mage People! And you are just my follower! If I want to kill you, I can do it every minute! But if I don't kill you, I just want these idiots to know what will end with you!" Ye Hongyi grinnedly laughed. At the same time, the eyes are cold as a blade.
"Ye Hongyi! You can't die!" The nameless hysterical roar, watching Bai Zhan and Mo Chang on the ground, tears streaming down his face.
"There is another person who cannot die, nameless. I will give you a chance. Whether Qianmian and Meiji can live or not depends on whether you can find them before me." Ye Hongyi licked her lips and looked. Xiang Wuming slowly put on a silver mask, and with a leap, he disappeared like a bat wandering in the night.
"Ye Hongyi! The old man vowed to thwart your bones and ashes--" The sorrowful voice echoed across the woods, and there was a scream of crows.
The life of Leng Bingxin and Ben Lei after their marriage can be described as glue-like paint. Seeing that Ben Lei held Leng Bingxin’s hand without letting go, Yao Mowan raised her hand and rubbed her eyebrows.
"Diaodiao, go to the back kitchen and get a kitchen knife."
"Master, what do you do with a kitchen knife?" Diao Diao looked at Yao Mowan suspiciously.
"Chopped that hand to make him cheap!" Yao Mowan glanced at Ben Lei's hand with a clear eye, and her light voice gave birth to a bit of majesty.
"Master, Ben Lei is wrong. Isn't it right?" Ben Lei heard the sound, immediately let go, and looked at Yao Mowan begging.