Chapter 60： Head aura

Name：The Cry of the Phoenix Which Reached the Ninth Heaven Author：晓云
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Chapter 60—The top aura

"Yin Xue, take the cat back to the palace!" Perhaps Yao Mozhen’s expression is too embarrassing. When the night is clear, he only feels a cool breeze on his back. In the next second, he can’t move. The child has returned to Yao Mo's arms.

"You haven't gone?" Yao Mozhen was amazed at the smoothness of the electric fire. He didn't even see how Yin Xue appeared. The flounder was already in his arms.

"The moment is always hidden in the owner's side, as long as the owner speaks, the subordinate will appear." Yin Xue looks no waves, respectfully look back.

"Yin Xue! Why are you here? Why do you call her the master?" Waiting for the night, Junqing sees the person who shot, and shuns. Silent, Yin Xue did not hear the question of the night Junqing, only respectfully stood on the side of Yao Mozhen.

Although some are hard to believe, Yao Mozhen is very useful for Yan Nanzhen's gift.

"Solve his hole, you can go down!" Yao Mozhen raised his eyebrows to look at the night, and his eyebrows bent. Almost in the blink of an eye, only the Yao Mozhen and the night Junqing are left in the main hall.

"What is the relationship between you and Yan Nanzhen? How can he be willing to give Yin Xue to you? It’s a violent thing!" Night Junqing felt that he was messed up in the wind, and everything changed his course, just like him, originally The heart is already dead, but every time I face Yao Mozhen, his heart is extremely powerful. This woman, just hooking his lips, can make him angry!

"Wang Ye does not feel that it is the honor of Yin Xue to protect this palace? It is as if the meal with the palace is the blessing of the princes who have been repaired for several generations." Yao Mozhen more and more arrogantly caressing his arms, eager to see To the night Junqing.

"You really can see yourself! You haven't heard of the famous Yin family on the rivers and lakes. Anyone who has the honor to be a descendant of the Yin family will be a worry-free person, and he will die at the end of his life! This generation, the descendants of the Yin family only Two, Yin Xiong, Yin Xue. Yin Xiong is now the hidden guard of the great prince Chu Mobei, and Yin Xue protects the Yannan Mountain of Fengyu Mountain Villa.” The words of the night Junqing really shocked Yao Mozhen, she I didn’t think that Yan Nanzhen would be so big, but I could think about it. The curvature of the corner of the lips couldn’t help but deepen. There is such a brother, it is really the blessing of the night Junqing.

"Yes! Wang Ye, trouble you to look up and see if Mo Zhen's head is covered with a halo, otherwise why do everyone like Mo Zhen?" Yao Mozhen happy to see the night Junqing, a naive road.

"Who said that? The king does not like it!" Night Junqing most hated Yao Mozhen's point, that is, even if she laughed so madly, it made people feel uncomfortable.

"The prince is not a man!" Yao Mozhen put away the stubbornness on his face, embraced the smugglers, and lingered over the night of Junqing, and walked out of the Guanxi Palace.

"What do you say!" The sound of the night Junqing echoed in the Guanyin Palace, and it could not be dispersed for a long time.

On one side, Ting Yue carefully walked to Yao Mo's side.

"Animal, you provoke the prince to be angry?" After several battles, Tingyue suddenly had some sympathy for the night, and he was also a prince, and now he seems to be being bullied by his own master.

"It will be a good thing to be angry." Yao Mozhen's lips are scornful and deep in laughter. Now with Yin Xue, there are some things that are much easier to do.

"Look at the maiden, it’s like Wang Ye wouldn’t be angry before..." Ting Yue muttered. Yao Mo’s voice was silent and he thought about it. When he was in front of him, Ye Junqing seemed to have never been angry. Even if he was too demanding, he was only silent for a moment, and he did not hesitate to agree. Such as that night 漪澜 。.

"Mother, where are we going now?" Ting Yue trotting a few steps to keep up with Yao Mozhen, suspicious.

"Soul Sand Park." Yao Mozhen whispered softly, his fingertips stroking the sleek and sleek look of the skin. Under the sun, the snow-colored fur was reflected in Yao Mozhen's Qing dynasty, turning into a cold.