The Cry of the Phoenix Which Reached the Ninth Heaven Chapter 71: Why died so miserably!

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Chapter 71, how did you die so miserably!

"If you have something to say." Ye Junqing leaned his head halfway on the roof tiles, the wind passed, and the brocade-like ink hair raised a striking arc in the air. In the moonlight, the red and white intertwined each other to create a fun and beautiful scene.

"Why stay here and get angry, come back to Fengyu Villa with me!" Yan Nansheng said this sentence several times.

"Say something is possible." With dark eyes like midnight, as deep as the boundless sea, looking at the shining stars in the inkstone-like sky, the twenty-eight astrology is running regularly. He remembered that Mo Xin said that the moon has its profit and loss, and the stars also have light and dark. This is a natural law. The so-called night-gazing on the astrology is only justified by a person with a heart.

"That girl is really angry, why don't you go and apologize to her?" Yan Nansheng's eyes raised evil spirits, and the moonlight was brighter during the time.

"This is more impossible than the last one!" Ye Junqing frowned, and the anger in Yao Mowan's eyes suddenly appeared in his mind.

"Then I'll shut up! You think so in your heart anyway." Yan Nansheng simply lay on his back on the glazed tiles on the roof, with his hands around his head, his clothes spread like red lotus, hanging down. Looking at it, the monster is strange and beautiful.

"This king really doesn't want to understand why Yao Mowan did this? Ye Hongyi treats her better than Mo Xin. A good king can't pass it, but she provokes the relationship between Ye Hongyi and General Zuo. , Shake the foundation of Da Chu, why on earth! You said...could it be related to Mo Xin?" Ye Junqing was puzzled, turning his eyes to Yan Nansheng.

"Cough cough...you are full of Yao Moxin, I think you are poisoned! Isn't it possible that Yao Zhenting and Huan Heng had a feast!" Yan Nansheng immediately confided Ye Junqing. Thinking to the other extreme, if you really let him guess something, the consequences would be disastrous, Yao Mowan's warning words were still in my ears at that time.

"Perhaps, you said...should I remind Ye Hongyi?" Ye Junqing knew what Yao Moxin cares about most in her life.

"If you dare to tell Ye Hongyi, I will break your relationship with you in minutes! Yao Mowan will not let you go as a ghost! Hmph! You can blow the cold wind here, I will not wait!" The evil charm's eyes are cold. In the abnormal case, Yan Nansheng sat up abruptly, glaring at Ye Junqing, then got up, rose into the air, and left. Until Yan Nansheng's figure disappeared into the night, Ye Junqing could still feel the chill he left behind.

"I'm just talking, should you be so excited!" As soon as Ye Junqing's voice fell, he heard a sentence from the distant sky, "I can't talk about it—"

Ye Junqing only felt a bitter cold all over his body, and then turned back to the room. It was weird!

In Guanju Palace, Yao Mowan sat at the table, staring at the table with clear eyes, but he seemed to see farther through the table. On July 7th, my son, you rest in peace! Mother, sister, don’t worry, I will keep this blood feud in my heart, don’t have to wait too long, I swear!

"Niang Niang, this is what you want." When Ting Yue entered the door, Yao Mowan quickly grabbed the sadness in his eyes, and his eyes, like the cold abyss of the abyss, gradually returned to peace.

The dinner is ten, Ye Junqing tried to talk to Yao Mowan several times, but every time she was blocked by her icy face, until the end of the dinner, Ye Junqing was still unable to make peace. Yao Mowan spoke.

"Xuzi looks pretty good today..." Seeing Yao Mowan want to get up and leave, Ye Junqing immediately stretched out his hand to Xuzi, complimenting him extremely contrary to his intentions.

"Tingyue, Prince Su rarely likes Xuzi, so you will accompany the prince with the Xuzi, and the palace is tired." Yao Mowan saw that Ye Junqing did not look at Ye Junqing, and handed the Xuzi to Tingyue. , Turned around and left.

"Hey, what is your attitude! If it weren't...or..." Ye Junqing never said the rest, if it wasn't for Mo Xin's Qiqi, today. He wouldn't coax her, he really didn't know how to explain to Mo Xin for a while, except for Ye Hongyi, Mo Xin cared about this sister most.

The cold moonlight pouring down like water, enveloped the entire palace, the wind was blowing, the branches swayed, and the moonlight cast mottled shadows through the branches and leaves.

A simple wing room was erected at the former site of Lenggong, the size of Lenggong. Yao Mowan pushed the door and entered. Every step she took seemed to exhaust her strength, tears fell, her Zhonger, death It was so miserable, just thinking about it, my heart seemed to be inserted fiercely by a machete, causing blood and flesh to splash.

"Master, you are ready." Yin Xue lighted the white candle and returned to Yao Mowan, and said in a solemn voice. Speechless, Yao Mowan slowly knelt on the ground, raising the Ming paper one by one, and the fire was extinguished, Yao Mowan's face was like the supreme of hell.

Almost half of the time, Yin Xue stepped forward slowly, leaning over Yao Mowan's ear.

"Master, they are here." Yao Mowan heard the sound, raised the last piece of Ming paper, and immediately got up, staring at the bluestone road outside the door with his cold eyes. Yin Xue put away the white candle, and the paper was dusty as she waved her hand.

"Follow the plan." Yao Mowan said coldly, and immediately after a gust of wind passed, Yao Mowan and Yin Xue disappeared at the same time. Almost at the same time, Yao Suluan walked into the wing with Taoist White Eyebrows. Behind him, Cai Ying followed with a bunch of magical implements cautiously.

"Is it here?" The fox questioned, raising his eyes and looking around.

"Yes, that ghost was killed here before she was alive!" It was the happiest day in her life, and Yao Suluan would naturally not forget it.

"Well, Pang Dao will do it here, please stay behind." Bai Mei turned and took the artifact in Caiying's hand, placed it in the north position in a decent manner, and immediately raised it. Whisk, muttering to himself. Behind him, Yao Suluan subconsciously shook Caiying's hand, her beautiful eyes looked around from time to time, somewhat fearful in her heart.

The wind is gradually rising, and the wing that blows is chilly, and the white eyebrows violently raise the dust. Suddenly, the candles on both sides of the artifact suddenly go out, and the whole wing is suddenly dark.

"Daoist...how could this happen?" Yao Suluan's beautiful eyes opened sharply, and the hand holding Caiying tightened sharply.

"This ghost has too much resentment! Don't worry, the impoverished concubine has its own way to lower it!" Baimei spoke, lit the candle, and again placed the whisk, chattering. At this moment, a whirlwind was blowing in the house, and the paper dust on the ground rose with the wind, slowly swirling into a vortex.

"Daoist...this...what's going on?" Yao Suluan said tremblingly, her voice changed, and her eyes looked at the weird scene in horror.