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Chapter 447 has no difficulty

"'Bird's Locust' is dead, and it will have something to do with it." Duan Tingting smiled a little helpless, and the pterygium was raised with his own blood, when it was planted into the night Junqing body, Even her own heart was planted, so the night was happy, she was happy, the night was clear and sad, she would cry, the night was clear, and her distress was also reasonable.

"If ... if you have the hard work, you can tell Mo Zhen." Yao Mozhen vaguely felt that Duan Tingting was hiding something, but some words, even if she spoke, Duan Tingting may not listen to her heart.

"Tingting has no difficulty, but it is you, too kind! If it is me, then it will not let the night Jun Qing and you worship!" Duan Tingting smiled, and immediately turned to look at Yao Mozhen, continue:

"Yao Mozhen, you can rest assured that Tingting owes you, will definitely return it to you!" Duan Tingting vowed to open, and then turned back to the wing.

Yao Mozhen stood there for a long time, his lips were slightly stunned, and he was stunned, but Duan Tingting, Mo Zhen did not think you owe me.

Before returning to the house, Yao Mozhen went to the room of the night Junqing, and happened to see the night Junqing trail to go down the bed.

"What are you doing?" Yao Mozhen hurriedly took two steps, and it was hard to bring the night to the bed.

"This king wants to find you." The night Jun Qing succumbed to the shackles, and the eyes were filled with anxiety that could not be concealed.

"Looking for me? Looking for me, you can't do it?" Yao Mozhen said.

"But so late, the king is afraid that you are asleep, and afraid..." I am afraid that I have called countless voices, but I can't hear your response! The night Jun Qing did not dare to say the words of his heart. It turned out that he was really reluctant to separate from Yao Mozhen, and he was reluctant for a moment.

"Rarely, when Wang Ye still has fear, right, Duan Tingting has told you about the 'Birds and Locust' during the day?" Yao Mozhen was very serious about asking the night Junqing, but was killed by the night. Understand to be jealous.

"This king swears that this king and Duan Tingting have never done anything!" When the night was cleared, he used his fingers to swear. Looking at the sincere expression of the night Junqing, Yao Mozhen felt funny. To this day, if she does not believe in the night, then the problem must be with her.

After Yao Mozhen left, the night Junqing became more and more aware of the importance of the paper, so he made up his mind, even if it is difficult to talk about it, he still has to explain clearly with Duan Tingting, just let the night Jun Qing did not think that, Duan Tingting did not give him such an opportunity.

At dawn, the nunnery suddenly heard a scream, followed by a second, third sound... When the night of the Qing dynasty struggling to open the door, Yao Mozhen and Duan Tingting also rushed over.

"What happened?" Night Junqing looked worried to Yao Mozhen.

"The soul is rushing in. Is there a back door here?" Yao Mozhen looked at Duan Tingting.

"Follow me!" Duan Tingting gestured Yao Mozhen to help the night Junqing, and then went to the left side of a path. Listening to the screams of the nuns behind them, the three men were sore-hearted, those who were uncontested with the world, only to find a quiet corner in the chaos of the world, but because of them three, those people died innocent.

"You go down here! I will lead him!" Duan Tingting went to the fork and suddenly stopped.

"No!" Night Junqing and Yao Mozhen also hold Duan Tingting at the same time. Whose life is worth more than anyone's life, especially Duan Tingting, if not them, Duan Tingting should be her princess at Nanqiang at the moment!

"Don't hesitate! Night Jun Qing is seriously injured, you and I will not martial arts. At this time, there should always be something to pay! This is for you! Tingting is gone!" Duan Tingting fiercely opened the hand of the night Junqing, Take a letter from your arms and hand it to Yao Mozhen.

Just before the passage of Tingting, the soul of death has stood in front of the three.

"Night Junqing, your life is really big, I was chopped by my life, and I can still live! You know, this life has been integrated with me! The poison on it is more than the crane red! "The soul of the dead is worried about the fact that the night is not dead."

"Death soul! The person you want to kill is the king, let them go!" Night Jun Qing reluctantly opened Yao Mo's hand, stepped forward, blocking in front of Yao Mozhen and Duan Tingting.

"Ha! Night Junqing, do you know who you are talking to! I will not let them go! I will kill them first, let you see these two weak drops of Meijiao Niang in front of you!" Let you suffer! Let you taste all the pains I have suffered in the past ten years!" The soul is full of blood and expresses the hatred of his heart in the simplest and rough language. At this moment, there are more than thirty nuns with blood. The desperate screams are more glaring in the rays of the sun.

"You go! Junqing has his own way to stop him!" Night Junqing thought of the same, because in addition, he could not think of any way to stop the soul.

"Duan Tingting, this matter has nothing to do with you! You go, go back to Nanqiang or go to other nuns! Go away!" Yao Mozhen pushed away Tingting, and his voice was pleading.

"You don't want to go!" The soul of the dead slammed up and killed, and the night Junqing also rushed up. It was just that the night Jun Qing did not think that the soul was gone, he would kill. I smashed out of my hand and directed Yao Mozhen. At this moment, the night Jun Qing has two wings and it is too late to save Yao Mozhen.

"Don't - Mo Zhen!" Night Junqing's eyes were red, and he went down insanely, desperately reaching out and trying to catch the desperate, but no matter how hard he tried, he was desperate to be a quicker than him.

‘噗嗤——’ The blood splattered and wet Yao Mo’s clothes, the blood was still hot, and the burning Yao Mozhen seemed to burn every inch of skin!

"Why? Why do you want to save me!" Looking at Tingting, who was in front of her, the body fell a little bit, and Yao Mo's tears poured out, and his hands trembled to take Duan Tingting in his arms.

"Because... because Tingting doesn't want to be sad at night, if he is sad... Tingting will cry..." The blood fell down the snow neck of Duan Tingting, and the stunned one.

"You are stupid! You are an idiot! Tingting, please do not have anything, okay?" Yao Mozhen cried, crying and tearing heart, painful heartache.

"Tingting! Sorry! Junqing is sorry for you!" Looking at Duan Tingting's white face, the blood was lost, and the night Junqing hands clenched into fists and smashed to the ground.

"It doesn't matter... Tingting is also free... Jun Qing, if... If you don't have Yao Mozhen, would you like me?" The tearful trembling trembled, the image in front of her eyes gradually blurred, she actually I don't want to be free, even if it is far away, even if it is difficult to meet in this life, as long as I can feel the joys and sorrows of the night Junqing, she is also satisfied! But what should I do? She has no chance.

"Answer her! Night Junqing what are you doing!" Yao Mozhen fiercely picked up the collar of the night Junqing, roaring, tears sprayed, almost collapsed.

"Will... Junqing will fall in love with you! Even if there is no 'Bird worm', Junqing will definitely fall in love with you!" Night Junqing does not know if his words are from the heart, he only knows, this moment, he I can't be indifferent to the scorpion that stayed in the house.

"So... so Yao Mozhen, you will give him to Tingting in the next life... is it good?" Blood, from the neck of Tingting's neck, soaked the plain robe on her body, the feeling of severe pain gradually became numb Duan Tingting used the last strength to grasp Yao Mozhen, and the tearful eyes screamed with Yingying's light.

"Good! Next life, you will hide from you! Tingting... Please don't have anything... Don't..." Yao Mo is sobbing, and Tingting's hand is getting tighter and tighter, she wants to catch the soon The lost soul, but let her desperately, the life of Duan Tingting is still passing.