Chapter 117： Gold or silver?

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Chapter 117, is gold or silver?

"The Yin's family's secret guards are well-deserved." The faint voice recalled again. Yao Mozhen looked up and looked at the 'Phantom of the Seven Kills'. Although there was no change on the surface, she noticed that the blood under the feet of three people had merged into small. The stream must have been seriously injured. Yin Xue said yes, she can really deal with three people.

"Yin Xue, take her away!" Night Junqing is very clear, Yin Xue can hurt the 'Phantom of the Seven Kills', completely because of unexpected, attacking it is not prepared, at this moment, 'Phantom of the Seven Kills' has been vigilant, and then want to hurt them, difficult It was difficult to get up, and Yin Xue was seriously injured.

"Master?" Yin Xue looked back at Yao Mozhen, and when he saw it, he knew what it was.

"What you want is the head of the prince, let them go!" Feng Yihan's face was dignified, and the cold voice accompanied the chill of the bones.

"I will only recognize one master." Feng Yihan’s request was apparently rejected.

"I'm sorry, I'm tired of you!" Feng Yi's apologetic look at Yao Mozhen, the heart gave birth to unlimited pity. Yao Mozhen only smiled a little, she knew that this was not the end.

"Seven kills!" The voice of the gloomy sounded again, only to see the ‘Phantom of the Seven Kills’ suddenly moved, and kept spinning around Yao Mozhen and others, the speed is getting faster and faster, and it is so dizzy. Then there was a noise, and Yao Mozhen suddenly felt that there were a thousand bees creaking in his ears, and his head became more and more painful.

"Ideas! Fast luck!" Feng Yihan suddenly screamed, and immediately settled, hands together in Dantian, rushed to vomit. Immediately after the night Junqing, Yin Xue also sat down cross-legged, the two hands were placed in Dantian with one hand, and the other hand arrived at the back of Yao Mozhen.

At this moment, Yao Mozhen suddenly felt that there was a clear spring flowing into Dantian, and the noise in his ear was suddenly much smaller. But as time passed by, the sound grew bigger and bigger. Yao Mozhen looked worried at the night and found that his forehead was already covered with sweat, and Yin Xue was like that.

"Hey--" first of all, the sound of the wind screamed and spit out the blood, and then the whole person unconsciously picked up the sword around him, as if he had been photographed as a soul and stabbed the sword into himself.

This is the ‘seven kills’, through illusion, seeing itself as an enemy, and enjoying the thrill of victory in the process of self-harm.

"Night Junqing, Yin Xue, let me go!" Yao Mozhen was annoyed and wanted to get up, but found that his body seemed to be absorbed on the palm of his hand, and she could not get rid of her struggle.

"Don't move! Otherwise we will die faster!" The night Jun Qing suddenly opened, the lips twitched slightly, and Yin Xue's mouth had already oozing blood.

Seeing that the crowd could not resist, suddenly a buzzing sound rang, and then, the ‘Phantom of the Seven Kills’ that had been around them suddenly spread out and fell to the ground, and the mouth spit blood, which was extremely painful.

"It’s just a trick, it’s just this virtue. The 'Phantom of the Seven Kills' is just that!” The sound of softness and not yin sounded, and Yan Nan’s smashed red dress, raising his eyebrows to look like a wolf on the ground. The phantom seven kills, the lips smack a cold arc.

"Mo Zhen thought you were dead!" Yao Mo squinted at Yan Nan, and when he arrived, he helped the night Junqing, which had no strength. At the same time, Feng Yihan also sealed the acupuncture points that listened to the wind. Let him temporarily stun, so as not to make self-harm. The quicksand and Yin Xue are slightly better, and they have also got up and guarded around Yao Mozhen.

"Cough, so I said that you are killing chicken with a knife, see it, it is true. In front of my Yan Nanxuan, 'Phantom of the Seven Kills' can not be hit!" Yan Nan screamed proudly standing there, Hands clasped around the chest, continually flaunting their own mighty.

"The illusion of 'Phantom of the Seven Kills' is powerful, but if it is disturbed, it will be countered! Especially when the illusion is applied to the end, they will make 10% internal force. This time is disturbed, the most counter-inverted, just listen to the wind. Already in the illusion, it can be seen that they have already spelled 90% of the internal force. At this time, the ally will only give them a blow, it will be the result now." Feng Yihan wiped the blood of the lips and calmly analyzed.

"Oh, Mo Zhen understands, this is what you said about killing chickens with a knives?" Yao Mo sly looked at Yan Nanxuan with a look of disdain.

"The ally is only the most effective way to choose. Even if they don't use the 'seven kills', the lords will not be able to clean them up! You all get up and fight again!" Yan Nan 笙 禇 禇 禇 ​​禇 ​​禇 ​​禇 ​​禇 ​​燕 燕refute.

"They are like this now, Mo Zhen can clean them up!" Yao Mozhen did not agree.

"In any case, Yi Han thanked the ally for help!" Feng Yihan arched his hand and looked at Yan Nan. Just when Yan Nan wanted to open his mouth, he was robbed by Yao Mozhen.

"You don't need to remember his personal feelings. He is invited by Mo Zhen. People are free to come back. You just need to remember what you promised." Yao Mozhen looked at Feng Yihan. It seems to have a deep meaning.

"Yao Yao assured, Feng Yi Han will never eat!" Feng Yi Han turned to look at Yao Mozhen, the blind man inadvertently squinted at Yao Mozhen's night Junqing, the heart has an indescribable loss.

"As for the seven people, they were handed over to the Prince, and Mo Yan said goodbye." Yao Mozhen turned back and helped the night to leave the Lama Temple. If you don't input too much instinct for yourself, the night will not hurt. So that when I returned to the palace, I passed out.

It was not until the night Junqing was placed on his couch that Yao Mozhen walked out of the inner room.

"Why haven't you gone yet?" Looking at the Yannan 坐 sitting in the main hall, Yao Mo 婉 疑问 doubts.

"I am waiting for you, just you are not saying that you want to return me a person?" Yan Nanyi looked at Yao Mozhen.

"Is there? Why can't Mo Zhen remember?" Yao Mozhen shrugged and then walked over to the table.

"Hey, so many people heard, you can't rely on it! Besides, you are like this, how can you ask for help in the future!" Yan Nan rushed to Yao Mozhen, one word at a time.

"Do you dare to ask me for human feelings? If it weren't for you, the night will be seriously injured? Yin Xue is not hurt, and quicksand is afraid to raise it for a while. These are all caused by you. The cost of their wounds is naturally up to you. Come out, remember to bring the money when you come next time!" Yao Mozhen complained about bringing the teapot toward the inner room.

"Yao Mozhen, there is a limit to not being reasonable. If it weren't for me, you would have died!" Yan Nanzhen was extremely speechless. How did he know such a snobbish and stingy woman! How do you know it!

"Who is Mou doing all this for? Yan Nanzhen, after all, Mo Zhen has been helping you take care of the inside. If you talk about human feelings, you don't know how much you owe me. One thousand two, one point can not be less. Now, please leave, the night Junqing needs to be quiet." Yao Mozhen raised his eyebrows and looked at Yan Nan. She really thinks that Yan Nan’s beauty is beautiful, and it’s still very good.

"You! Gold or silver?" Yan Nanyi vented his mouth, he finally understood one thing, the world, the last thing he should do is to talk with women, especially women like Yao Mozhen. When I saw the strange smile floating on Yao Mo's face, Yan Nanxuan suddenly realized that his mouth was really embarrassing.

"Gold!" Dropped these two words, Yao Mozhen has already pushed the door into the room. Only Yan Yan was left alone and angered at the door.

At night, quiet and silent, the moonlight slid through the window of the flowers, and the moon was full of room. Yao Mozhen leaned against the bed, and the clear water gaze at the sleeping man on the couch.

"Jun Qing, you are stupid, but I am alive, or what should you do..." I don't know how long Yao Mozhen finally sleepy and sleeps at the bedside.