Chapter 1165: The devil of the devil (32)

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At this time, Xia Moxing’s cheeks were pale. She looked at the winter solstice intentionally or unintentionally, only to find that he was still giving his apprentice a dish.
For her previous move, she did not care.
She bit her teeth and took a deep breath: "The night patriarch is saying that I am the wrong person."

Uh huh?
The cold night slammed:
It seems that the disciples of this batch of sentimental doors are much worse than rumors.

......
The elders heard the words and their faces looked very embarrassing.
Just as the ancient six wanted to say something to ease the atmosphere, a very dark red light flashed through the sky.
Both the penetrating rhythm sounded, and the dusty fingertips trembled, and a very light stream of light was applied to the scorpion.
The disciple of the gatekeeper tonight quickly flew to the ground of the sword. "Reporting the head, the people of the Mozu gather 20 kilometers away from the door. The Mozu sent people to tell that they had broken the witch and asked us to hand over... Hand over the night patriarch."
"The gang of devils dared to come to us to break the door. Today, let me wait for the name to kill, and kill them." The ancient six hands instantly transformed a long sword, everyone is Show the weapon and want to fight with them.
At this time, the winter solstice was extremely calm and sipped a tea ceremony: "Don't you hear what he said? It seems that he went to the night patriarch."
When the winter solstice said this, the face of the cold night looked a bit ugly.
He had long thought that the matter between him and Luo Dust would soon be passed to the ears of the Mozu, but he did not expect the Phoenix Promise to directly break the Witch.
The witch's is easy to defend and difficult to attack. It seems that he must know about the dusty things and want to avenge her as a knight...
When I think of it, he feels uncomfortable in his heart.
After all, this man named Feng Wuji dared to marry him on the day of their wedding.
At that time, he was somewhat vaguely concerned, and when he heard the name, he was more concerned.
"Head, Gu Six requested to play."
"Head, Bai Luo requested to play."
"Head, the three plans to play."
......
Once you hear the word of the Mozu, the so-called decent person will become filled with the sense of justice of ‘the devil of the world’.
But this so-called sense of justice is a bit ridiculous in the new eyes of the winter solstice...
"If you want to play, you will play!" The new winter solstice lazy blinked the road: "But before the battle, don't you want to listen to the night patriarch and say why the demon who has always been with the witches will suddenly There’s a battle between them. Is there anything I don’t know?

As the only in this world, we must first know why there is such a big ‘the deep hatred’ between the cold of the night and the phoenix.
Even the Mozu must carry the risk of being trapped by the heavenly court to smash the witches!
We must know that although the Mozu is successful today, it must be badly hurt.
At this time, they still dared to come to the door and ask them to surrender the night's cold, which is enough to prove that the day and the mainland's first beauty, the original wife of the night of the cold in the heart of Feng Wuji's mind... how important.
"This...the people of the Mozu have always been insidious and cunning. It is feared that the Wu people have offended them, so they have no choice!" One of the elders couldn't wait to demonize and stand up and say.
"Head, elders." The night of the cold was a sigh of relief, and the deep eyes still fell on the body of Luo Ding, slowly said: "This is my witches, I am sorry, I am my wife. In the first place, I will go back with them. I miss her, and I want to die with me..."