Chapter 445 437, exactly the same

  The magpie couldn't resist the strong pressure, and took a few steps backwards unsteadily, and was finally blocked by a camphor tree.

   A trace of bright red blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, shocking.

Xuanyuan Shangchen on the side of    still stood there like this, motionless, seeing the pressure as nothing and as stable as a rock.

   A black windbreaker, automatic without wind, with a bit of a chilling taste.

  Mo Zhixuan stood opposite the two of them, the corners of his thin lips were slightly hooked, his expression was as cold as ever, his facial features seemed to be covered with ice.

   didn't change anything because of that arc.

   This is a duel between the strong and the strong.

   Hard to tell.

  Ling Magpie couldn't say a word, her brows and eyes were full of forbearance pain. For the first time in history, she felt that the **** of death was so close to her.

   Fear, cold, all over the body for a while, she has never been so helpless at this moment

  The Mo family's patriarch, the young slaughtering city, is like a ruler, and his reputation really lives up to its reputation.

  Xuanyuan Shangchen calmly raised his hand and put it on Ling Que's shoulder, strands of spiritual energy that could not be seen with the naked eye penetrated into Ling Que's body along his palm.

   The pain on his body faded like a tide, and the magpie felt light all over. When he looked at Mo Zhixuan again, his eyes were filled with awe.

"I will leave as soon as possible," Xuanyuan Shangchen raised his head to look at Mo Zhixuan, his dark and calm eyes were hidden under the brim of his hat, leaving only a delicate jaw with smooth lines, his tone was very deep and bone-cut, "If you dare to blame her, I will I won't let you go!"

   The last sentence is full of danger.

   A gleam of light flashed in the magpie's eyes.

   She didn't expect Xuanyuan Shangchen to choose to leave.

   He loved the phoenix so much, how could he be willing to give her to another man?

   Xuanyuan Shangchen just gave up on the phoenix?

   But why can't she feel a trace of joy?

   On the contrary, my heart is a little cold, a little cold.

  No one knew Xuanyuan Shangchen better than her, she knew that he would not compromise so easily.

   "Don't worry," Mo Zhixuan's mouth curled into a mocking arc, his thin lips were cold, "I'm not your Xuanyuan Shangchen, and Chu Jin is not a female emperor."

   A sentence has two meanings.

   One is to satirize Xuanyuan Shangchen's actions of a villain thousands of years ago.

   The second is to remind him that it is hard to get over the water, and what happened a thousand years ago has passed. Chu Jin is just Chu Jin, and she is not a substitute for anyone.

   Hearing this, Xuanyuan Shangchen pursed his lips tightly and did not speak.

   After all, he was ashamed of the phoenix.

   Now he has no position to refute Mo Zhixuan's words.

   One day, he will prove himself with practical actions.

   As long as the emperor lives well, nothing is more important than her life.

   Even if he was asked to give up everything, he was willing.

  Magpie seemed to want to say something and moved his lips, but the words were silently pressed back to his lips.

   She is complaining about Xuanyuan Shangchen. If it weren't for him, the emperor would have been wiped out long ago, so how could Chu Jin come to be?

  Why does Mo Zhixuan say that about Xuanyuan Shangchen?

   But, she couldn't say these words.

  Chu Jin is Chu Jin, but also a phoenix, but not a phoenix.

   Since ancient times, people who defy the world have not been recognized by the way of heaven, and even Mozhixuan is powerful and cannot compete with the way of heaven.

  But Ling Que forgot that there is still the existence of the son of Tiandao in this world.

  The air is a little quiet.

   "Treat her well." After a long while, Xuanyuan Shangchen said such a sentence, which was a bit bitter.

   The words fell, turned and left.

  Magpie followed closely.

  The black figure gradually disappeared into the night, and soon disappeared.

   Soon there was lightning and thunder in the sky, and it poured rain.

  Mo Zhixuan stood there coldly, with thunder and lightning intertwined in his eyes, and pea-sized raindrops fell on his angular facial features, which was slightly cool.

   He stood in the rain and never left. He was as steady as Mount Tai, his expression was very cold, and his eyes were full of cold air. In June, it made people feel cold.

   Xuanyuan Shangchen and Ling Que walked all the way, neither of them said a word. It was raining heavily, soaking their thin clothes.

   The two quickly stopped in front of a villa.

   Xuanyuan Shangchen was in front.

The    magpie is in the back.

   As soon as he walked to the door, the door opened, and the figure of a young girl came out from inside, "Brother Xuanyuan, you're back." The voice was very soft and light, very pleasant to the ear.

   There are a few more, familiar with...

Hearing Ling Que's heart was shocked, she looked up quickly, and she was stunned when she saw it. She saw a young girl in front of her, wearing a red and lichen dress, with a delicate face, picturesque eyebrows and eyes, a creamy skin, red lips and white teeth. , a red dress very cleverly set off her extravagance.

  There is no shortage of femininity in the heroic spirit.

  Charming, enchanting, but sacred and inviolable.

   There is a phoenix tail pattern above the left eyebrow corner.

   is like a phoenix standing above the nine heavens.

  This is... a living phoenix?

  The magpie's face turned pale all of a sudden.

   If it hadn't just met Chu Jin in Huagui Garden, Ling Que would have thought that he was hallucinating.

   The life in front of him is exactly the same as that of Chu Jin, there is almost no difference, and there is no difference in the position of the red mole under the collarbone.

   "Is there any discomfort this afternoon?" Xuanyuan Shangchen walked in and asked.

   "I'm fine," the girl smiled lightly, "Brother Xuanyuan, you don't have to worry." The tone of voice was intimate and natural, as if she had known Xuanyuan Shangchen for a long time.

The    magpie followed behind the two of them, and the blood in the whole body was flowing backwards.

   Brother Xuanyuan.

   It has been a long time since she heard these four words, and the magpie is immersed in deep memories.

   Just in time, the red-clothed girl walking in front suddenly stopped, turned around and smiled, "Brother Xuanyuan, who is this?"

Deyin overestimated himself. Today, I still have snot and tears, and I am still taking medicine. I'm really sorry, little fairies. After Deyin's fever subsides, it will definitely be updated every day. , good night, okay?

  

  

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