The Phoenix Arises

One second to remember [Flying Sky Chinese website www.NovelMTL.com], popular novels for free reading!

Immortal, Emperor Palace.

The emperor was watching with a portrait, and the dark scorpion was full of thoughts.

The woman on the portrait is like a blood in a red dress, with long hair like ink, flying with the wind, beautiful as the night blooms of Manzhu Shahua, and the beautiful and beautiful cliffs of Tianshan Snow Lotus.

The emperor raised his hand and stroked the woman in the portrait. The gentle look was like a portrait, but a real person with flesh and blood. Cher, do you know? We grew up and have someone we like, but what do I have to do to make her happy. I don’t know when, the emperor’s faint faint tears.

Suddenly, the temple door was pushed open.

The emperor frowned and turned uncomfortably, but he saw the nephew standing in the door with a thin coat.

"汐儿!" The emperor suddenly got up, took the cloak on the screen, and walked to the side of the nephew a few steps. "How come this way, even the outer coat does not wear one." The emperor said distressedly, while The cloak was put on the scorpion.

However, my nephew did not seem to have heard the emperor’s question at all, and went to the table.

Looking at some abnormal nephews, the emperor's brows were wrinkled, and there was a deep fear in the embarrassment.

The maid who had been chasing the nephew outside the temple, saw the nephew enter the emperor's palace and breathed a sigh of relief. He did not follow up and only stood outside the temple.

The nephew slowly walked toward the portrait and looked at the beautiful woman on the portrait. The eyes of the nephew were filled with tears again, raising his hand and gently picking up the portrait on the table, watching the gentle smile on the portrait. The woman, the child’s eyes slipped down a line of tears.

"Mother, how did you die?" The voice was very light, but it seemed to exhaust all her strength.

The emperor heard the words, the light flashed, and softly said, "Why did you suddenly ask this?" Is someone saying something in front of her?

"Is it right?" The child suddenly turned to look at the emperor, and looked sad. "Is it because I am dead? Is it that I killed my mother!"

Looking at the tears falling down one by one, the emperor’s distressed heart will be broken, raising his hand and gently licking the child into his arms, whispering, "This is not your fault at all, it is me.... .. "The emperor said with a red eye, "I killed your mother, I am the one who killed you when you were born, and everything is the fault of the emperor."

"The Emperor..." The nephew heard the words, and couldn't help but linger in the arms of the emperor, crying like a child.

Looking at the grievances of the grievances, the emperor’s face caressed the blue silk of the scorpion. All this is his fault. It has nothing to do with his nephew. Who said this to the nephew? In the middle of a flash of bloodthirsty cold light.

After crying for a long time, my nephew looked up and looked at the emperor. "Is the emperor, tell the mother about the mother?"

The emperor heard the words, flashed a soft light in the middle of the scorpion, and looked at the portrait in the hands of the deaf. "Your mother, her name is Jun Yingxue, she is the princess of the devil world. She looks very beautiful. The first time the emperor saw She was deeply attracted to her when she was. She was very simple and very cute. I always made her laugh and laugh..."

The emperor talked a little bit about him and Cher's past, as if to completely confide the thoughts of this millennium, and the nephew listened quietly, as if to completely fill her blank memory of her mother. Fill it up.

After a long time, the emperor looked at the nephew who was already asleep in his arms. He flashed a soft light in the middle of the sputum, gently picked up the scorpion and put it on the bed. After covering the quilt for her, he turned and left the room.

"Come on."

"Below." A man in black heard the shout and suddenly appeared in front of the emperor.

"Give me a check, who has just entered the princess's room." The emperor's hands clasped into a fist, and the smashed.

"Yes, this is the case." The black man said, his figure flashed and disappeared in front of the emperor.

When the nephew sleeps, he slept for a long time.

The emperor raised his hand and gently stroked the little face that was still sleeping. The dark scorpion was full of distress. She knew that she was like Cher, would she not want to wake up?

"Who?" Suddenly, the emperor glanced at him, his sharp eyes shining straight behind him.

In the dark, the ink scented, the amber scorpion flashed, and he was discovered just after he arrived. It is worthy of being the emperor of the immortal world.

The ink scorpion swayed and appeared in front of the emperor.

Looking at the ink smack that suddenly appeared in front of the eyes, the emperor frowned and frowned. "Is it you?" How could this kid suddenly come to him, is it for the sake of children?

It seems to prove the thoughts of the Emperor's heart. Mo Yan's eyes looked straight at the nephew on the bed. "I am looking at the nephew." He waited for a long time, she didn't see her looking for him, and finally he couldn't miss him. I can only find it again, but he waited for three days and three nights in her room and could not wait for her. This was found here.

Looking at the straight eyes of the ink, the emperor's brows tightened again. "You and your nephew..." If he didn't guess wrong, the person he likes is this kid!

Mo Yan heard the words, looked up and looked at the emperor seriously, "I like to be a child, I want to marry her."

The emperor heard the light flashing, and when he thought of the curse, his heart could not help but hurt. They...

"Hey, it’s still small. It’s too early to say it." He’s not an old demon, he’s not as pedantic as he is, he likes him, and the character of this kid is good, it’s a great pair. But because of the curse of the nephew, everything has become an unknown number.

Mo Yan heard the eyes turning to the nephew on the bed again. "I know, I will wait for her to grow up."

The emperor heard the dark scorpion flashing again, turning to look at the nephew who was still close to the bed, and looked worried. "She has been sleeping for a long time, you talk to her, maybe she will wake up. "The doctors said that the child is not sick. The reason why she has not slept for so long is because she does not want to wake up. I hope this kid is useful!"

Mo Yan heard the words, his eyebrows wrinkled, "is it because of the curse?"

The emperor heard a bit of amazement and turned to look at the ink, "Do you know the curse?"

Mo Yan heard the words, and the drooping scorpion flashed a sigh of relief. "I told you no evil."

When I heard the name of "Jun No Evil", the emperor nodded a little. No wonder he would know the curse. It turned out that the kid was said to be innocent. Compared with him, the monarch knew this spell more clearly.

"Then you should know that you are also..." The emperor opened his mouth a few times, but he still couldn't say the words "Bring your own charm."

"I know." Although the emperor's words were not finished, but Mo Zhen knew what he was going to say later, and he looked up and looked at the emperor with a firm look. "I don't want children, I only want her."

Looking at the firm ink, the Emperor’s eyes suddenly turned red, and he reached out and patted the ink on his shoulder. “I believe in you, you can take care of your nephew.” According to his man’s instincts, he can feel this. The boy’s feelings for the deaf children are serious. As long as you don’t want children, your nephew is safe. He believes that he will abide by his promise.

"I will go out first, you will accompany you!" The emperor said that he once again looked up and stared at the nephew who was lying quietly before turning out of the room.

Momo sat on the edge of the bed, quietly watching the nephew on the bed, raising his hand and gently rubbing the hair on her face. "Is not thinking about dreaming, I will miss me? I am in front of you, but you are I would rather not wake up in my dreams."

Mo Yan looked at his breath, his face was red, his face was as delicate as a ceramic doll, his heart moved, and he leaned over and kissed the pink lips of his nephew, gently and softly, as if with an infinite love.

The deaf children in their dreams felt that the lips were crisp and numb, and they unconsciously stretched out their tongues and squinted.

The unconscious contempt of the nephew caused the ink to be shocked and the heart beat uncontrollably. Although the two had kissed, the younger sister had never responded to him, and each time he passively accepted his kiss.

The scorn of the nephew, it was like a light feather, and the heart of the ink brushed down, making him itch, and finally couldn’t help the ink, directly opening his mouth. Extend the long tongue and entangle with it.

The nephew in his sleep didn’t know anything. He only felt that he couldn’t breathe more and more, and he couldn’t even breathe in the end.

Feeling the strangeness of the nephew, Mo Yan immediately released the lip of the nephew, and looked at the little face that his face was flushed. The ink was full of pets, and the head was again slightly in that. The red and swollen lips sighed down. "Stupid, I haven't learned to change my breath until now."

It seems to have heard the hoarse and petting voice of the ink, and the child slowly opened his eyes.

When I saw the moment of ink, the nephew was happy, "big brother..."

As soon as he heard out, his nephew was shocked by his charming voice. Whose voice is this? Is it her voice?

I heard the charming low-pitched voice of the nephew, and the amber-colored scorpion smashed and slammed, and once again, I kissed the licking lips of the scorpion. It was not like the previous two gentleness. This time, the ink sputum is very impatient.

This sudden and arrogant kiss of the ink singer made the babies who had just been sober, once again become confused.

At this moment, the nephew only felt that there was a blank in his mind, and he could only close his eyes and bear the enthusiasm of ink.

Perhaps it is afraid that the nephew who just woke up could not bear his enthusiasm. This time, Mo Yan did not kiss for a long time, and soon released his nephew.

Breathing heavily, the ink smack gently into the arms.

The nephew also quietly squatted in the ink of the ink, enjoying this comfortable moment, and didn't want to think about it. I didn't think about how long she slept, not thinking about how he would come and think about nothing.

Smell the unique fragrance of the child, and the ink smacked the top of the squat, low and low, "Hey, I love you!"

Hearing the ink confession, his nose was sour, and he was afraid of tears. He reached out and held his ink in his face, and buried his face in his arms. She was so happy and happy, but she was worried and worried. The curse, worried that he knew the truth would no longer love her, worried that he would not be able to withstand the pressure to leave him.