The Cry of the Phoenix Which Reached the Ninth Heaven

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Chapter 522, a painful look

This sorrowful fierceness cannot be described in words. The smoke is scattered, and the golden water is everywhere. The golden water that has been turned off covers the entire wilderness. The loyal soul is dead, and only 10,000 people survive in the 500,000 soldiers. Those who died. Everything is different, and most of them are soldiers. Even if the gold armor of the body is not drenched into gold water, it is still dead under the black bullets radiated by his comrades. When He Lianpeng was found, he was already fainting. Fortunately, the damage of his gold armor was not great, but his left arm could not be saved.

In the middle of it, Yao Mozhen clearly saw a horrible face flashing in front of her, and those faces were suspended in the air, screaming for her to pay.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry!" In his sleep, Yao Mozhen shook his head desperately, and the hair that was messy on the pillow was wet with tears.

"Hey, wake up, wake up!" On the edge of the bed, Chu Mobei held Yao Mo's shoulders with both hands, and his eyes were all worried. He thought that Yao Mozhen, he was just a little bit of good feelings. You know, this woman in the world, who has a little affection for him, has been so far. But when I saw Yao Mozhen fainting on the tower, Chu Mobei felt his heart, just like throwing the bottom from the clouds. The gap is enough to prove that for Yao Mozhen, he is not the only one. That little bit of goodwill.

Just as at this moment, looking at Yao Mo's pale face, Chu Mobei felt that his heart seemed to be in his hands and could not be used.

"I'm sorry... ah--" Yao Mozhen suddenly screamed, and the glittering scorpion squinted at the front, until the figure of Chu Mobei appeared in the eye, and Yao Mozhen only had consciousness.

"How much is left? How much is left!" Yao Mozhen clung to the arms of Chu Mobei, and suddenly sat up, and the tears of the tears revealed a little hope and desire.

"Hey, you have been in a coma for two days and two nights. Fortunately, the porridge is just sent, you wait, I will come over for you." Chu Mobei deliberately avoided Yao Mozhen's questioning, but when he got up, he was Yao Mozhen. I went back.

"Is the whole army annihilated? Isn't there a life of 500,000 soldiers? Isn't it!" Yao Mozhen snarled in hysterical, tears bursting.

"It’s not as bad as you think. There are more than 10,000 people left. He Lianpeng also saved a life. So..." Chu Mobei thought that such a number would give Yao Mozhen some comfort, but he didn’t want to sleep, Yao Mo The lips of the cherry blossoms trembled, and the tears rolled silently.

"10,000 people...500,000 soldiers! There are 10,000 left! Huajinshui... They actually use gold water! Night game! If Yao Mozhen does not kill you, how can I afford this dead 500,000 soldiers? "Yue Hongyi!" Yao Mozhen licked his quilt with his hands, letting his nails fit into the satin, making a creaking sound, and the tearful scorpion filled with the murderous temper.

"Hey, don't be like this, this hatred, I am in the middle of the mountain!" Chu Mobei clasped Yao Mo's hand and tried to give her some strength, but when she saw Yao Mozhen's eyes ruined When the land is cold, the north of the desert is inexplicably distressed. Such a slender woman, what kind of hatred it bears, will have such explosive power, that kind of distress, from the heart.

"This enmity, Mo Zhen will certainly report in person!" Yao Mozhen sat straight on the couch, his fists squeaked into his hands, gnashing his teeth. Silent, Chu Mobei knows what Yao Mozhen will not listen to now. The best way is to be silent.

"The premise of revenge is that you have to live well." Chu Mobei walked slowly to the table, and returned the porridge to the front of the couch. He handed the porridge to Yao Mo's mouth, and Yao Mozhen did not refuse.

Yes! She is going to be alive, she must live to smash the night game and see him being punished.

At night, Chu Mobei insisted on staying with Yao Mozhen, but was refused by Yao Mozhen.

"Princes of the Prince are relieved. Mo Zhen knows what he should do. Instead of wasting his time on sad regrets, it is better to find a solution! So Mo Zhen wants to be quiet." Yao Mozhen’s excuse made Chu Mobei unable to refute.

And when Chu Mobei left, Yao Mozhen’s nephew seemed to be out of focus, and the tears seemed to fall like a flood of levees, and a low cry like a beast lingered over the room. Outside the door, Huang Junjun sighed and looked at the north of Chu Mo, but he wanted to speak but was stopped by Chu Mobei.

"Let her be quiet alone." Chu Mobei secluded and turned and left.

In three days, Yao Mozhen forced herself to come out of her heart. If she could beat the enemy, she would rather be sad for a lifetime, but unfortunately, so even if it is difficult, she still has to come out and face it.

Therefore, even if the food is not sweet, Yao Mozhen still eats all the breakfast prepared by Tingyue. When Yao Mozhen put down the tableware, Fu Ning appeared in Yao Mo's room very unexpectedly.

"Yao Mozhen, go see Wang Ye." He Fu Ning did not know what kind of mood he was, but she really couldn't help it. Three days and three nights, Ye Junqing locked himself in the room for three days and three nights. Mi Shui did not enter, and even did not let anyone in, even if he was thrown out by the thunder.

"What happened to the night Junqing?" Yao Mo Yan Liu Mei was close, and there was a frost.

"After self-attacking Yangshuo, Wang Ye locked himself in the study, and it has not come out until now. Fu Ning doesn't know how Wang Ye is doing now, even if he doesn't know Wang Ye... is it still alive!" Fu Ning whispered, tears like The broken beads are rolling, and if she is forced to do so, how can she come to Yao Mozhen?

Without hesitation, Yao Mo slammed and went straight to the study room. Facing the tragic death of half a million soldiers, Yao Mozhen suddenly felt that everything between her and the night Junqing was as fine as dust. In the face of big things, Yao Mozhen couldn't think about the things of the wind and the moon.

Outside the study, Ben Ray’s eyebrows stood at the door and shot the door from time to time. Behind him, the wind and rain and lightning are all around, and they are all worried.

"Wang Ye, attacking Yangshuo is not your own thing! The burden of avenging the death of the soldiers should not be yours alone! Ben Lei beg you, come out!" The man has tears not to flick, but now, run Lei was crying red eyes.

"Yeah! Wang Ye, you haven't entered the water for three days and three nights. If the body is paralyzed, what do you take to avenge the soldiers!" Feng Lin and other openings advised, but there was no sound coming out.

"Wang Ye! You don't need to be too self-blaming in this matter! In fact, the idea of ​​the gold armor..." Ben Lei feels that as long as the night is clear, even if some explanations are his violations, it can be said. necessary.

"Ben Lei!" Just as the rushing thunder wants to open, the wind is suddenly stunned and glaring. Ben Ray heard the sound, but heard the familiar voice in the next second.

"The idea of ​​the golden armor is Mo Zhen, and all the consequences are caused by Mo Zhen! Wang Hao’s actions at the moment are not qualified to comment, but now, Mo Zhen is going to the military camp to visit General He Lian, if Wang Ye feels there is If necessary, they will walk together!" The cold sound seemed to be the cold rain dripping from the eaves, and it was clear and sorrowful.

Everyone looked silently, only to see Yao Mozhen attacked the plain white clothes, the blue silk was set up with white silk, and the forehead was in the cold wind, adding a bit of sadness.

When Yao Mo’s slang closed, the door of the study slowly opened from the inside, and the moment when the night Junqing appeared, everyone in the room couldn’t help but cry, and the mad grass-like cockroaches crossed the squat, the face of the handsome because Excessive sputum and sacral bulging, black eyes, red eyes, white still wearing the shirt of that day...

At the moment when Jun Junqing walked out of the study room, Yao Mojun turned indifferently and went straight to the gate of the government. Turning around, a tear fell silently. See Yao Mozhen leave, the night Jun Qing silently behind, the eyes are not a little bright.

Until Yao Mozhen and the night Junqing left, Feng Linfang went to the front of the mine.

"Do you know why I am reminding you?" Feng Lin's eyebrows reveal an anger that can't be concealed.

"I am just..." Ben Lei wanted to explain, but was interrupted by the rain.

"Ben Lei, if you just said that, Rain has not known you in this life!" Rain coldly opened, and then left.

"We think that the heart of Wang Ye is not less than you, but there must be a degree in everything. You know that the owner has been dizzy for two days and two nights!" Thunder looked at the thunder in awe, and his eyes were faintly disappointed.

"Ben Lei, I just want to know, when the owner and the prince are in danger at the same time, who would you choose? You don't have to say it, but the flash tells you that if that happens, the flash will not hesitate to choose the owner. If you are not, then what qualification do you have to call Yao Mozhen master?" The electric sigh sighed and immediately followed the rain and the thunder out of the government gate. They were not sure what the consequences of Yao Mo’s entry into the military camp would be.

"Wind Lin, you believe me, I just want to make Wang Ye better, and I didn't know that the master would be behind!" He was rushing to cry.

"I believe that your words are against the heart, so I will stop you! But more importantly, I don't want the owner to be sad. So, Ben Lei, compared with us, you have missing one thing for the owner." Feng Lin faint Opening, there is no mood in the voice.

"What?" Ben Lei eagerly looked at Feng Lin.

"Loyalty." Feng Lin's words screamed like a five-thunder slamming on the top of the head of the rushing, until the wind lining left, the rumor has not responded.

"They are gone, are you still planning to stand here?" Cold Bing took a shot on the shoulders of Ben Lei, and the color was like water.

"Do you think that I lack loyalty to my master?" Ben Lei’s voice was hoarse and his eyes were tearful.

"They say it is heavy. Everything you have done for the prince is just proof of your character." The words of the cold ice heart are justified by the facts in the wind.

From the Jiangcheng Pavilion to the Xicheng Military Camp District for half an hour's journey, Yao Mozhen felt as if he had been away for a year. In the car, Yao Mozhen held his fists in his hands, his hands were sweating, and his heart was filled with sputum and sputum. She didn't know which leg she should walk into the military camp first, and she didn't know what kind of face she should use to face the soldiers who survived the rest of her life. How could she comfort the soul of the 490,000 dead battlefield.