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Chapter 426, let's run!

"But let's run!" Yao Mozhen decided now, so the two rushed in the opposite direction to the ink.

The silvery white moonlight seems to be a tulle face, sprinkled with shredded silver, and the night Jun Qing tightly holds Yao Mo's hand, the night wind blows his long hair like ink, elegant as a fairy, Yao Moshun follows When the night Junqing’s traction was carried forward, the blind man couldn’t help but smack the face of the handsome, and the feeling of the night was revealed in his mind. The night Junqing was the **** who descended from the sky and rescued her from the thief. Even with a mask, she still lost her heart, but she was wrong. The owner of the mask turned out to be a night game.

If that night, the monarch will take off the mask, what is the result? Yao Mozhen took back his sight and his lips smeared a bitter bitterness.

The autumn wind is cold, Yao Mozhen shakes it inadvertently, and his heart is clear, and instead of thinking about things that can only be if they are, it is better to think about how to escape from birth.

"No, they chased it, Mo Zhen, you hid it, the king led them away!" Just when Yao Mo’s head was rushing to run, the night Jun suddenly stopped, and it’s hard to be Yao Mozhen. Into the left recess.

"No! Mo Zhen can't..." Yao Mozhen wanted to refuse, but he saw that the night Jun had already run away early, watching the back of the night Junqing, Yao Mozhen worried.

Under the faint moonlight, the two wiping figures seemed to be ghostly and slowly falling, and they were parked in front of the night Junqing, and the black and white impermanence of the hell.

"I really don't obey! I said that you can't run away, why bother!" The standing position of Bai Yan is very unique, just like the radish between his knees.

"How is it only you? Yao Mozhen?" Mo often talked more tired than the night after the rush, even though he had just ploughed.

"Ask him to say something, it seems that it is necessary for them to see and see the male and female needles!" The white scorpion became an orchid, licking his lips, laughing and wrangling and swaying, shaking off the night and clearing a goose bump.

"Go!" Ink often stepped forward, but when he wanted to see his hand, he saw a step back after the night.

"This king will go!" Night Jun does not mind being pushed by ink, he cares if there is no hand washing after the ink is finished!

At a distance of almost two hundred meters, the night Jun suddenly stopped, his hands covered his chest, his eyebrows were wrinkled, his face was tangled, and his forehead had already oozing cold sweat.

"It hurts! The male and female needles are like glue-like couples. People are sticking well, but you want to separate them. They naturally don't do it! Just don't see you hurt, I think Yao Mozhen is nearby! Yao Mozhen, still Come out! Otherwise, the two of you will only have to live and die this way!" When the white singer fell, the night Junqing suddenly had no feeling of heartache. When he turned around, Yao Mozhen was standing behind him, his face was pale. God-shaped.

"Mo Mo! Are you okay?" Seeing Yao Mozhen, the night Jun went to the Qing Dynasty.

"It's a metamorphosis." Yao Mozhen did not believe that the male and female needles were just a silver needle, but they could not pass the sky. But now, she didn't even have the courage to try again. The pain of the cone was like a burning fire. It was like a poisonous snake biting. In short, it made people die.

"Now I know that this is awesome!" Bai Hao raised his eyebrows and twisted his waist to the side of the ink.

"The beauty of such a beautiful place, the two did not live up to it, but unfortunately no one in this place to clean up the chrysanthemums, big landscape!" Yao Mo stunned his eyes and turned to go under the help of the night Junqing.

"Where is there a chrysanthemum?" Mo Changhu suspected to look at the white scorpion, only to see the white sorrow and anger.

Before the bonfire, the night Jun Qing saw Yao Mozhen's face paler and paler, and the blue silk dripping in front of the forehead, could not help but stunned. Although the heart was so painful, the pain seemed to be able to withstand it.

"Night Junqing, although you have Yao Mozhen in your heart, but it is far less than Yao Mozhen's love for you! The deeper you love, the more painful you have! Just the ambassador, you just screamed twice, but Yao Mo At first glance, it seems that I have been walking through the ghost gate!" Bai Yu and Mo often sit opposite each other, and the face is gloating.

The heart seems to be tied by the wasp tail. The night Junqing can't describe his feelings at the moment. Facing Yao Mo's pale and snowy face, he is ashamed of his own self-confidence. At that time, he blurted out the word 'love'. Too frivolous!

"Mo Mo..." The night Jun Qing’s remorse looked at Yao Mozhen, and his mood was extremely heavy.

"This is not the way back to Chu Palace. Where do you want to take us?" Yao Mozhen was helpless. She hid this feeling very well, but a pair of male and female needles made her exposed.

"Chu Palace? You think of the beauty, hand you over to the night game, and then let the night pigs that stupid pigs put you?" Bai Hao disdain coldly, the words are contemptuous and contemptuous.

Yao Mozhen feels that there is no power in the night game, and he has not done anything that is admirable enough to be admired, but he is the king of Chu. The iron and blood corps is in the end to protect him. For the messenger of the Iron Blood Corps, the minimum respect should still be there! Nowadays, this attitude makes Yao Mozhen unable to understand.

"Night Hung is a stupid pig? Is this what you all told you?" Yao Mozhen tempted his mouth.

"Hey... Yao Mozhen, you are bad! You want to threaten the ambassador? That is really wrong. The night game is a pig. The brothers of the entire Iron Corps know that it is... everyone is all The secret of knowing! Is it, black and black!" Bai Hao patted the chest of his ink with his hands, and his eyes were like silk. Although the white-eyed eyes are extremely serious, but Yao Mozhen feels that this action is really not suitable for appearing in the white scorpion, a white white squinting, the scene, just like the ghost!

"I think you insult the pig!" Mo is very sincere.

"If the night game is really worthless, then why should you sell for him? Why is it that you choose to follow the palace, open a price, this palace will never bargain!" Yao Mozhen firmly said.

"Yao Mozhen, you save the province! We don't have any money to ask for money! What is the iron-blood corps? No, we don't protect the night game, just..." When Bai Yuzheng said the joy, he was suddenly inked. I often stopped.

"Tell her so much to do!" Mo Changyi awakened the dreamer, Bai Hao realized that he was the Tao Mo's way, simply stunned Yao Mozhen, twisted and went to see no longer she was.

Bai Yu’s words entered Yao Mo’s heart. Before that, she always thought that the Iron Blood Corps had to defend it. It’s the great king’s kingdom. It’s the owner of the imperial power. It’s the night’s game, but now it seems It seems that they are just defending the big Chu’s nephew and privately trying to figure out what! what is it? Yao Mozhen suddenly felt that the Iron Blood Corps was a mystery, a mystery that she could not guess through her hard work.

Jeju, when the cold ice heart walked around the crowd, the thunder suddenly opened, making everyone horrified

"Master, Wang Ye did not come back with you?" Ben Lei said, Yin Xue suddenly shocked, and immediately questioned.

"You said that Wang Ye did not come back? How is this possible? Wang Ye first came back to us one night, and it should be in love!" Yin Xue suddenly had an ominous premonition, and Liu Mei was close.

"Can the prince really did not come back, Ben Lei is the courage of the big day and dare not lie to the master!" Ben Lei firmly responded.

"Master?" Yin Xue turned to look at the cold ice heart, a look of sorrow.

"Yin Xue, you are going back to Daxie, be sure to find the night Junqing!" Cold Bingxin used the simplest language to send out what she thought was the most dangerous person.