Chapter 482： No matter how bad things are!

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Chapter 482 is no longer enough!

"There is nothing more than a sorcerer who can't do anything, but it's better than you." As a mainstay of the big scorpion, I don't even know that there is a problem inside Daxie. Mo Zhen dared to ask His Royal Highness, the 300,000 army of Kinmen. His Royal Highness Prince can have the ability to mobilize? If Mo Zhen said that he is disrespectful, you may not have this ability! Ben Lei, go out with the palace!" Yao Mozhen smashed through the desert, and strode Leave the room.

"Yao Mozhen, what do you mean! This prince did not say you, what are you eager! This prince is called a success, nothing is wrong! That is called..." Seeing Yao Mozhen’s figure fades out of his sight. In the north of the desert, there was a fire in the north, and it was a little bit of a temper, and the heart was suddenly cold. Yao Mozhen said that his father could not mobilize the 300,000 army of Kinmen. What is this?

And when Yao Mozhen rushed to the military camp, the night Junqing had already led thousands of iron riders to leave Guangning, and went straight to the original. Yan Heng and He Lianpeng wanted to stop, but the night Jun was so red-eyed that he couldn’t listen to them.

"After the Chu, attacking the Golden Gate at this moment is undoubtedly a digging of the grave. This will not stop the prince, relying on you!" He Lianpeng's eyebrows wrinkled and worried.

"Mo Yu girl, the old man has never been regretted since he was born and died, but if he is defeated by the prince's temperament, the old man feels worthless." The euphemism of Yan Heng said that the meaning is beyond the obvious.

"The two are relieved, Mo Zhen knows what to do!" Yao Mozhen looked dull and then left the military camp, and ordered Yin Xue to send her out of Guangning at the fastest speed. Be sure to rush to Liaoyuan before the night Junqing.

Suddenly, after the thunder told the wind and lightning, the five people went to the Suiyuan together, Chu Mobei and Chu Moxin also felt serious, and the horse followed. Tingyue worried about the master, but unfortunately he would not martial arts or ride a horse. He simply found a carriage. When he was about to leave, he saw the cold ice heart and did not know when he got into the carriage.

"Bing Xin? Why are you here?" Tingyue hesitated to stand by the carriage, fox questioned.

"Nature is to go to the original to see the excitement, come up soon, or not catch up with the good show!" Cold Bing heart self-cooked and reached out to pull Tingyue into the carriage, and then the driver to drive.

One day and one night, when Yin Xue took Yao Mozhen to the gate of the northern city of Sugawara, it was exhausted.

"Master, there will be half an hour, Wang Ye will arrive here, we want to prepare anything?" Yin Xue gasped.

"No, this palace is waiting for him here." Yao Mo婉 whispered, but his heart was extremely heavy. In fact, she can stop him before the night Junqing to Jeju, and then put all the facts and set out to calm the anger of the night Junqing. But she didn't do that. The purpose was to let someone know how annoying the night Junqing was, and let someone believe how true she was to marry Chu Mobei, and this one is anonymous.

At this moment, Yao Mozhen had to admit that she used the night Junqing, even if she did not want to, she still did. Yao Mozhen always thought that she loved the night Junqing, and everything she did was to return to the night to clear a beautiful river. But at this moment, she felt that she was really hypocritical and emotional. In the face of the night and hatred, she did not hesitate to choose revenge.

Compared with the determination of the night Junqing to be independent of Nanqiang, he still loves the shallowness. Yao Mozhen suddenly feels that perhaps for a person who hates it, love is too extravagant.

"Master, Wang Ye is coming." The speed of the night Junqing is beyond the imagination of Yin Xue, so it is obvious that she underestimated the anger in the heart of the night.

"You step back." Yao Mozhen appealed a long breath, and the twilight stunned, the delicate body was so straightforward that it was in the gate of the city.

The roaring horseshoes rolled up in the dust, and the blue-eyed figure rushed in the dust.

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"Mo Mo..." When the soul of the horse was standing firm, the night Junqing waved and stopped behind a thousand iron rides, and then turned over and walked to Yao Mozhen.

One day and one night, the night Junqing seems to have changed into a person, a messy long hair, a black-skinned scorpion, a dark yellow complexion, a red-eyed eyelid, the arrogance of the body, and the heart of the person who sees it.

"Wang Wang do things without considering the consequences?" Yao Mo's voice with a strong cry, a mist in the bottom of his eyes.

"Mo Zhen, this king will not let you marry Chu Mobei, no matter what the price, the king will not let you marry him!" Night Jun Qing bite his teeth, his fists clenched his hands .

"Married to the north of Chu Mo is Mo Yan's own decision, why should Wang Ye..."

"No! You are for the sake of the original, for Jeju, for the sake of Guangning, for the king! Mo Zhen, you have done so much for the king, from the beginning in the Guanyin Palace, and later to the original flag, this road is coming. You have paid enough for the king! If you give up happiness, then what kind of face does the king have in the world, even if it is dead, there is no way to see it again! This time, even if the king does not want this life, Will not let you be threatened by Chu Mobei! Mo Zhen, you believe that this king, as long as you are with the king, the king will not lose!" Night Junqing eyes tears, hands fell on Yao Mozhen shoulder When it trembles.

"As Wang Ye said, Mo Zhen has been planning for the prince to this day, and he is also worthy of the lord. Now Mo Zhen only asks the prince for one thing, let go and leave..." Yao Mozhen with tears, lips scorn Jade fingers slowly open the fingers of the night to fall on their shoulders.

"Mo Mo... You don't believe in this king?" The night's shackles moved from the falling arm to Yao Mo's face, and the voice was faintly concealed.

"Mo Zhen believes that Wang Ye has always believed that in this world, only the prince can avenge the big sister. Only the prince can win the night of the game, so that he can't live like death. So Mo Zhen put all his hopes on the beginning. Wang Ye, because Mo Zhen knows that Wang Ye’s affection for the big sister will definitely make Mo Zhen hope. Since the prince knows how this road is coming, how much thought does Mo Zhen use, then should the prince disappoint Mo Zhen? Not pure, then don't love it.

"This king will not let you down! Mo Zhen, even if you do not marry Chu Mobei, the king will hit Chu City, the same will be the night of the game, the corpse will be smashed!" Mo Zhen's shoulders, a fear in his eyes.

"But Mo was tired... The road came here, Mo Zhen really didn't want to go any further, now Mo Zhen found his beloved and wanted to live a quiet life. Mo Zhen believes that the next road, even if there is no Mo Zhen, Wang Ye will certainly go well! Mo Zhen even believes that the big sister will bless the prince in the midst of the sorrow, the hand blade night game the animal!" Yao Mo's tears, like a broken line of beads rolling down So, even if she hurts, she feels distressed, how can the night Junqing suffer, but she can't watch her become a stumbling block on the road of the night Junqing.

If her own existence will make the night prince clear, then she may consider leaving.

"No... Impossible! Mo Zhen, you want to tell Jun Qing, the person you love is Chu Mobei? You want to leave Junqing to go to Dagu, never come back?" The night is clear and misty, holding Yao Mo's shoulders trembled. He does not believe that this is Yao Mozhen's heart. If Yao Mo's loved one is Chu Mobei, then these days, he and Yao Mozhen were born and died together!

"Mo Yu only wants to tell Wang Ye, marrying Chu Mobei, is the only thing Mo Zhen has been doing for himself for so long, and he wants to complete the prince." Yao Mo Mo and then retreat, avoiding the arm of the night Jun Qing. The deep sorrow is faintly shining.

"Impossible...this is impossible..." Night Junqing stood there alone, red in the daytime, and the body could not help but sway.