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Chapter 116 is not suitable for gentle!

"That's not your wine glass!" Night Jun Qing was trying to recapture the glass, but Yao Mozhen took the first step. Seeing Yao Mozhen drinking the wine, the night Jun Qing couldn't help but frown. The woman should not drink so much. .

"Cough... Wang Ye is drinking alone, but he has two wine glasses. If it is not prepared for Mo Zhen, who would it be?" The wine is very strong, and the scorpion seems to be uncomfortable by the fire. Yao Mo Yuyu refers to Caressed the neck and coughed twice.

"Yes..." was prepared for the heart, and the night Junqing did not say anything after all, but Yao Mozhen had already guessed his mind. The heart, suddenly sinking, this situation, like the night 漪澜 ,, the same good, the same beautiful, but it is not the same mind. At that time, her heart was in the night, and she did not notice the sorrow in the eyes of the night. At that time, she was really stupid. At that time, the heart of the night was very painful.

"Is it a singer for the prince to sing a little song? Or is it a prince to sing the piano? Let Tingyue prepare some small dishes. It is boring to drink alone." Yao Mozhen suddenly wanted to make up for the shortcomings of that night and was about to get up and go back to the room. The piano stopped moving when the night was clear.

"This king thinks that you are not suitable for such gentleness." Night Junqing was scared by Yao Mozhen's anomaly, and he told the truth. After listening to this statement, Yao Mozhen looked at the night with a cold gaze, especially when he realized the sincerity in the eyes of the night, Yao Mozhen finally got angry.

"The prince will drink here from here! Mo Zhen does not accompany it!" Yao Mozhen turned angrily and left Shitai.

"I didn't let you accompany you!" The night Jun Qing returned to the next sentence, but saw Yao Mozhen suddenly turned, the clear water like a scorpion to the night Junqing, see this situation, the night Jun Qing Deng.

In the next second, Yao Mozhen suddenly reached out and took a pear flower and threw it on the ground. Then she went away indignantly. This was the first time she was suffocated by the night.

"Is this king wrong? Why are you angry!" Until Yao Mozhen went far, the night Jun Qingfang dared to mutter a few words.

Back in the main hall, Yao Mo sullenly sat at the table, picked up the teacup, and snorted and drank a few mouthfuls.

"This is what I just fell?" Yan Nan looked at Yao Mozhen innocently.

"What about that! Don't you drink it!" Yao Mo asked the teacup and raised his eyebrows.

"Yes, just drink it, do you want it? It is an honor for Nanxun to pour tea for Mo Zhen." Yan Nanyi looked pious and gave the teapot extremely diligently.

"When did you come?" Yao Mo sighed and sighed, and got down to business.

"When you tell Feng Yihan, we are at the time of the handover." Yan Nanxun heard this sentence and almost fell off the branch.

"Is there a problem with this sentence?" Yao Mozhen looked at Yan Nanyu with a gaze.

"Nanjing is deeply convinced!" Yan Nan nodded. Today, Yao Mozhen's temper is wrong, and less provokes it. This is Yan Nan's experience.

"The phantom shadow seven kills will arrive tomorrow night, Yin Xue can deal with three, and the remaining four?" Yao Mozhen converges on the irritability in his eyes, and looks at Yan Nanxi.

"Nanzhen really did not expect it, the district 'Phantom of the Seven Kills', you actually let Yin Xue come to me. You know, this is killing chicken with a knife!" Yan Nanyi looked helpless, he was the title of the martial arts lord Not for the money to buy it.

"Are you sure you can deal with them?" Yao Mozhen knows that Yan Nanxuan is the martial arts ally, but the current world, the sheep head sells too much dog meat, before she sees Yan Yan's true ability, she naturally won't The newspaper is too hopeful.

"Flicking a finger!" Yan Nan is extremely confident, very proud, and incomparable to narcissism.

On the following day, the night Junqing still wandered around with Feng Yihan. Yao Mozhen was accompanying the florist in the main hall. Everything was as usual during the day. When the time approached, the atmosphere of the entire Lama Temple became more and more dignified, even if the most careful arrangement was made. Yao Mozhen is still a bit embarrassed.

"Yao Wei, Yi Han thinks that you are still more appropriate to return to the palace." Feng Yi Han was deeply stunned, his face was full of disguise, no matter whether he succeeded or not, he did not want Yao Mozhen to follow him. The next time, it is not easy.

"This king also thinks that you should go back first." The night is clear and the face is awe-inspiring. When the scorpion falls on Yao Mo's face, the heart can't help but wonder. Why is Yao Mozhen a woman who can do such a cloud? If Wanjun is in a state of pressure, it will not change its color.

"The tea here is too good for the Prince. I don't drink a few cups. How can Mo Zhen leave it?" Yao Moxiao smiled and looked calm. No one can see that she is nervous, it does not mean that she is really calm. Nowadays, the whole body is moved, and once the event is closed, the consequences will not only be implicated in the night Junqing, but the Chu Mobei is also eager to move, so this embarrassment, she can not afford to lose!

But what makes Yao Mozhen feel gratified is that Night Game seems to know that ‘Phantom of the Seven Kills’ will act tonight, so deliberately removed the Imperial City guards near the Lama Temple, which made her a lot easier.

The roof finally got moving, but the sound was light but chaotic. Obviously, the people they waited for, arrived!

The night Jun Qing knows that it is too late to persuade Yao Mozhen to leave, so after hearing the movement, he deliberately got up and sat on Yao Mo's side.

Almost at the same time, Feng Yi Han, who was up at the same time, sat silently when he saw this scene. Compared with himself, Yao Mozhen should hope that Wang Junqing would sit next to her.

When this was a matter of life and death, Feng Yihan was shocked by the things he had struggled with. He had only played several times to deal with Yao Mozhen, but he was on his mind.

"It will be played for a while, not allowed to run around, and behind the king." The night Jun Qing whispered and his voice was firm.

"Are you sure you can protect me?" Yao Mozhen asked softly, and his eyes flashed a touch of brilliance.

"Unless the king dies." A few simple words, but in the heart of Yao Mo's heart smashed.

"Why? You always hate me." Yao Mozhen's expectations are getting deeper and deeper.

"Because you are a kind sister!" For a moment, Yao Mozhen even jealous of himself, what is the fate, will make him miss this.

At the end of the night, when the Qing dynasty was finished, the wind and the quicksand broke through the window and fell in. Through the candlelight, Yao Mozhen clearly saw that the two men were pale and the lips bleed, which was a serious internal injury.

"Master, leave!" Listening to the wind suddenly leaped from the ground, straight in front of Feng Yihan. Almost at the same time, seven flashes of light figure will be surrounded by Yao Mozhen and other groups.

"Whoever is this house, kill innocent!" The cold voice with the heavy metal touched the wall and made a screaming echo. Yao Mozhen subconsciously frowned, only to see the seven people in front of him with a mask of the king A black cloak can't be distinguished.

"Yin Xue!" Yao Mozhen screamed out to call Yin Xue. At about the same time, Yin Xue took the double-edged sword and broke through the window with the same speed of light flashing. The angle of the smashing made the 'Phantom of the Seven Kills' unpredictable, weapons The staggered spurs of the screams, the friction sparks, the swords and swords float, everyone is looking forward to the end, while listening to the wind and quicksand also rushed to the nearest 'Phantom of the Seven Kills' members.

At this moment, Yao Mozhen clearly felt that there was a strong and strong hand to hold himself. Suddenly the warmth of the coming made Yao Mo婉 slammed and looked at the firmness of the night, and Yao Mo’s heart was inexplicable. Peace of mind.

No one can see what happened during this incident. When Yin Xue stood in front of Yao Mozhen, Yao Mozhen suddenly smelled a salty taste. She knew that Yin Xue was injured, quicksand and wind injury. Heavier.