Chapter 582： a group of flower dementia

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Chapter 582 A group of flower dementia

The melodious snoring sounded abruptly, and Juxianlou was suddenly silent. Everyone’s eyes fell on the man who slowly descended from the roof, and the gorgeous blue robes, the ink poured like a waterfall, flowing beautifully. The brilliance, the exquisite and perfect contour, the elegance of the wind, the light and peaceful temperament, the humming sound of Fengming, and the fascination of the women in the audience, it is also the 18th floor of **** for him. It’s as sweet as it is.

The night Junqing slowly fell on the stage, and the clear and dust-free scorpion glanced at the stage, and the simple movements broke out in the audience. Those women who were waiting for the words no longer know what to hold, screaming, Even the tears are flowing.

A lot of silver was thrown at the high platform. There were a few pieces of broken silver and it was very naughty. It was on the toe of the night Junqing. The humming sound suddenly changed and there were a few bad sounds. But at this time, who really cares about this? How elegant is the sound!

On the third floor, Yao Mozhen, who was very pleased with this scene, was dark as the bottom of the pot and covered with dark clouds.

"The effect is good!" I don't know when, I have already stood behind Yao Mozhen.

"A group of flowers crazy!" Yao Mozhen hated low-pitched, and immediately turned, but with a slap in the face.

"Don't do what you don't want to run down the stage? Are you lazy! Don't you want to pay for it!" Yao Mojun hated his voice and reached out and pushed it open.

"Master, are you not jealous?" Looking at Yao Mo's face like a twilight, his heart was so deep, is there no chance for Han Jinyi? How can it be, he will be sad!

Yao Mo’s listened to the word 'Jacking' and suddenly turned around and looked at the cold mans of the murderous whip. He shrugged and shrugged down the stairs.

Just when the scene was out of control, a touch of figure fell like a **** on the high platform. No one could see where he came from, but no one cares about it. The white silver hair, the handsome color, the appearance of the opening, Let those crazy people suddenly calm down, and the two cymbals are intertwined, but there is no sudden abruptness, but it is an extraordinary fusion.

On the third floor, the railings lived. Yao Mozhen, who wanted to leave, was suddenly attracted by the appearance of Kaiqi. Although she did not understand why Kaiqi suddenly appeared, there was one point. Looking at those idiotic eyes, most of them were from the night. Transferred to Kailuo, Yao Mozhen suddenly feels a lot more comfortable.

"Hey, give me the night Junqing and tell him, don't throw people away." Yao Mozhen slowly walked down the stairs and reached the side. I was led by myself, and when I was on the stage, I was on the high platform.

In the back hall, the night Jun Qing limped in and walked in.

"Why do you let Jun Qing down? I have no reason to come down!" In front of Yao Mozhen, the night Junqing no longer claimed to be jealous, because in front of Yao Mozhen, he is not an emperor, just a man, a willing to love himself. A man who has a life.

"Someone should know what they know." Yao Mozhen blew tea, and he was careless.

"You mean that I am better than Kaiqi? Can't! Wugong I may not be as good as him, but boasting that he is not my opponent!" Night Jun Qing stood upright.

"I will boast what is the use, you really do not know what the girls like?" Yao Mozhen deliberately widened his eyes, a serious look at the night Junqing.

"What do you like...Face! You mean that I am not as good as the long-awaited look?" Night Jun Qing’s forehead suddenly floated three black lines.

"It's obvious to everyone." Yao Mozhen nodded slightly.

"Hey, you can't say that, you can't take people by appearance. Although Junqing is not more beautiful than Kaiqi, can you be a man? What is the use of beauty? Reality is important. Kaiqi may be more than you." Okay?" Night Jun Qing deliberately lowered his posture and walked to the opposite side of Yao Mozhen.

"You are good to the shopkeeper? No, you are only good for Yao Mo!" Looking at the eyes of Ye Junqing, Yao Mozhen suddenly felt that there were pebbles in the bottom of the heart, and the lake was swaying.

"Not the same..." The night whispered quietly.

"How can it be the same!" 啪 啪 ’ ’ ’ ’ ’ ’ 君 君 君 君 君 君 君 君 君 君 君 君 君 君 君 君 君 君 君 君 君 君 君 君 君 君 君 君 君

"This temper... I don't know who believes." The night is clear, and Xiaoxiao meets Yao Mo's cold eyes.

"Night Junqing, if you dare to treat your nephew as Yao Mozhen. Even if only once, the treasurer will please go out in minutes! Remember, it is rolling!" Yao Mozhen finished his words and squatted Because of the shaking, the water in the teacup was poured over the night.

Seeing that Yao Mozhen stepped on the tempering steps and left the back hall, the night Jun Qing pointed to the drops of water on his body, and could not help but smile. If you are not Mo Zhen, Jun Qing has any reason to stay here.

When Yao Mozhen left, the people of Juxianlou had already dispersed. In the corner, Qiu repaired the flute with tears in his mouth.

"There is a thunder in the back when people say bad things." After listening to the words of Qiu Xiu, Yao Mozhen came suddenly.

"Hey! How can you listen to me!" Kai repaired the whistle and screamed, and screamed at the moment with tears and yelled at Yao Mozhen.

"Qi Yan is gone, right?" Can make the repair of the flute sad like this, in addition to Kai, who will be. He did not speak the whistle, and he sneered back to the table.

"He still hurts you. If it is not for me to get in the way, he will come to you. Well, this time I am wrong, how can you punish me!" Yao Mozhen can't see the repair of the flute. The small appearance, but also generous once.

"Cognac has a child with her mother, so it is irrelevant to repair the flute, it has nothing to do with you." Kai repair flute pulled his head, tears in his eyes.

Heart, it hurts, as if the tears of the repairing flute are falling in my heart, the burning Yao Mo's unbearable pain.

"Who said it!" Yao Mo's eyes widened, as if he wanted to eat the original singer.

"You said, but you didn't tell me at the time that it was true!" The refreshing flute tears came out. Yao Mo is slightly embarrassed, and his heart is annoyed.

"Is the Lord's Lord not mistaken? Our little man is crying?" The hearty voice contains the unique charm of Han Jinyi, which makes people feel refreshed. After hearing the sound of Han Jinyi, Qiufu fluttered and rushed into the arms of Han Jinyi, making a sob of like a beast.

Yao Mozhen slowly lifted up, watching the expression of Han Jinyi somewhat helpless.

"St. treasurer, go busy." Han Jinyi smirked at Yao Mozhen, and the curvature of the thin lips brought a hint of comfort.

I don't know when it started. Kai suddenly felt that the relationship between him and the illusion was getting worse and worse. He couldn't even understand what the illusion meant to his own questions.

"Night Junqing is already on the stage. Why do you want to go up? Do you still remember who you are? You are the great sacrifice of the flames of the country! He wants to take his own insults before the people!" With the lungs, she could not tolerate the initiative of Kai.

"This sacrifice is just to do something for the circulation of the flame money. There is nothing wrong with it." Kaiqi indifferently responded to the doubts of the illusion.

"It’s really nice to say! The illusion has never been understood. Why can Yao Mozhen’s acquaintance of 'assimilation' be recognized by the Master? Now, if you are not mediating, Yao Mozhen can’t live today!沧Hey, you fell in love with Yao Mo? From when?” The illusion is like all the women who are **** in bed, thinking crazy about what she doesn’t see with her own eyes, and the bonfire in her heart burns.

"The nonsense, how can this sacrifice fall in love with Yao Mozhen!" Kaiqi was upset, and he could not explain why he suddenly appeared on the stage. At that time, he looked at Yao Mozhen’s focused eyes and fell on the night. Qing Qing, he will go down.

"So far, you still have to argue? Hey, Yao Mozhen's life is a lonely star, she will regain her soul, she will die..." The magical screams suddenly, and when the words are empty, the words echo in the ear. Some secrets will never be seen, she can't tell Kaiqi, otherwise the world will be chaotic.

"Magic, you said that Yao Mozhen is not in harmony with your life. I have calculated it, and it is not so serious. I hope that you can understand that what we are doing now is related to the future of the flame country." Turned to look at the illusion, awe-inspiring.

"What is the relationship between the future of Yan Chiguo and the illusion! What do you really don't know about the illusion?" The illusion is clear and the sound is sobbing.

"Magic lord..." Looking at the tears of the illusion, the opening is no longer open.

"I only care about you!" The illusion rushed into the arms of Kaiqi, tears slammed and fell, and a chill came out from the Yingying wave.

At night, Yao Mozhen walked in the room and dialed the abacus. She admitted that when the night’s snoring sounded, she was tempted, although it was only a little bit, but she really felt that her heartbeat was fast. Half shot, like night Junqing? Yao Mozhen was scared by his own thoughts.

"Flower-like, who do you want?" The tender voice with a trace of disdain, the start of the flute back and walked in, eyes sharp as an eagle looking at Yao Mozhen.

"Cursing the flute, when can you grow up, this saint is so hard." Seeing is the repair of the flute, Yao Mozhen put down the books, looked at the past with affection.

"You wait for me? Well, this little master has already seen the red dust." Kai Xiu flute jumped to the stool opposite Yao Mozhen, very solemnly informed her of this bad news.

"Where are you looking for me?" Yao Mozhen smiled and looked at the repairing flute. It seems that Han Jinyi is not bad.

"You don't like me to do it. I don't like you! You don't like night Junqing. He is full of Yao Mozhen, but you are a holy child!" Qi Xiu flute looks at Yao Mozhen Seriously open.

"Then I am not good to see the red dust with you?" Yao Mozhen looked at the whistle with a good interest, and looked helpless.

"No, you still have someone to ask, Han Jinyi should be able to take you." Yao Mozhen said that Qi Xiu's words are not worth much.

"Thank you for that." Yao Mozhen did not care, continue to play the abacus.

"You don't like Uncle Jinyi?" Seeing Yao Mozhen did not like the joy of the imagination, Kaiqiu fox questioned.

"I don't like it, I don't like it. There are no bad things for many friends." In Yao Mozhen's opinion, Han Jinyi has excellent character and is a good candidate for being a friend.

"But Uncle Jinyi likes you!" Seeing Yao Mo's absent-minded appearance, Qi repaired the flute in anxious.

"What you said, they like Yao Mozhen, not my holy child, and, if you like your uncle, you really want to be a virtue, and they are the same." Yao Mozhen said The clouds are light and windy.

"It's not! Sister Jie has been matching you two, you don't know?" Qi repaired the flute, Yao Mozhen dialed the abacus hand suddenly stagnated, turned to look at the repair of the flute.

"What do you say? Combine me with Han Jinyi?" Yao Mozhen’s heart was micro-shock, but he didn’t say that at the time...