The Cry of the Phoenix Which Reached the Ninth Heaven - Chapter 613

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Chapter 613 will she meet you?

“Are you sure that you will meet you in the water?” Kaiqi looked suspiciously to Yao Mozhen, and there was a trace of doubt in his eyes.

“We have to try a line of life, it’s better to sit and wait.” Yao Mozhen is not sure, but when he listens to the narrative, it seems that this water is very concerned about the life of Qi repair flute, and she likes children so much. Yao Mozhen even guessed that there was a child in the water, but he was not around.

Originally, Yao Mozhen thought that he would like to see the water and the stranger had to go through a few toss, but did not want to linger around, Yao Mozhen was taken out of the room by Zi Luo.

When I saw the water, I was playing with the children. I watched a hundred children come to the center. Yao Mo’s heart was shocked. The smile on the face of the water was like a spring rain, gentle and quiet, and The appearance of cold ice is very different.

“The island owner, the holy priest brought it.” Zi Luo’s attitude towards Yao Mozhen is not friendly. Yao Mozhen understands this very well.

“Zi Luo, play with the children.” The water smacked the little boy around him, then got up and looked at Yao Mozhen, and walked out of the palace. Yao Mozhen came out later.

Along the way, there was no sound in the water, and only walked to the back of the palace, in front of the thatched cottage that was incompatible with the splendid Phoenix Palace.

“This is the place where the child was born. Although it has been seven years, the owner of the island is reluctant to dismantle…” The sound of the water stranger is faint and helpless, and Yao Mozhen looks at the thatched house in front of him. This is really not the case. It is the place where new life comes.

“In the past, I was unmarried and became pregnant. It became the laughing stock of all the people on the island. Especially when my father was a maritime hegemon, his daughter had such a thing, and his face could not be hanged, so giving him a life that should not exist.”阡 阡 阡 走进 走进 走进 走进 走进 走进 走进 走进 走进 走进 走进 走进 走进 走进 走进 走进 走进 走进 走进 走进 走进 走进 走进 走进 走进 走进 走进 走进 走进 走进 走进 走进 走进 走进 走进 走进 走进 走进 走进 走进 走进 走进

“Is there something?”

“No, I just think it should be a very tragic story.” Yao Moxiao smirked and smiled and walked into the thatched cottage with the water.

“From the beginning of my life, my father shut me up here. As long as I drink the abortion medicine, he will let me go out at any time, but until the moment of production, I am still forced to give birth to the child. Accompanied me, vaguely remember to give a child a bowling moment, that is a crisp and crying… “Looking at the watery eyes, there are tears in the eyes, Yao Mozhen’s chest is stuffy, almost breathless.

“What about children?” Yao Mozhen whispered.

“No, because the physical overdraft is excessive, I fainted after giving birth. When I woke up, the child was gone, the nurse was gone, I went to find my father, and my father just told me that the child Dead, the milkmaid was sent to Dongzhou by him. Can you imagine my desperation and anger at the time?” The scorpion, who was shining and glittering, slowly turned to Yao Mozhen.

“Yes.” Yao Mo’s answer is as firm as a blade, which makes the water a bit strange.

“Maybe…” From the eyes of Moss, Yao Mozhen saw the question, but Yao Mozhen really realized the pain of the heartbreaking of the water, as if this happened in himself. The same.

“Do you adopt so many children in order to remember your own gifts?” Yao Mozhen wants to reach out to appease the water, but he finally puts it down. This way, the deep pain of the bone marrow, and how to appease it will not help.

“It’s not a memory, it’s a search! Mother and son are connected, I always think that the child is not dead! After I took my father as the island owner of Penglai Island, I went around looking for the whereabouts of the milkmaid. I don’t care how many people use it. Fortunately, God There was an eye, let me find the milkmaid. In the past, my father and my mother-in-law killed the child after I gave birth to the child. The milkmaid pityd me, so I secretly put the child on the boat and launched Penglai Island. If there were passers-by, This is the life of the child. When the father knows, he thinks that a child is drifting on the sea, and it is impossible to survive. It also spares the life of the mother…” The water saga describes the past facts, and the sound is as calm as a pool of stagnant water. All the pirates who had experienced the battle of the Lord in the past, still remembering the past, still amazed at the domineering and decisiveness of the water.

“So… do you suspect that repairing the flute is your child?” Yao Moxun looked incredulously at the water, and did not expect that things would be the result.

“It’s very possible! But I don’t dare to ask any more… I am afraid that the days I said from the mouth of the mouth are too far from the days I gave birth to children. I am afraid that after all the hopes are disillusioned, I will not The courage to survive!” At this time, the water is strange, helpless and distressing.

“If that’s it! Have you ever thought about it, how happy is it? Island master, if you don’t know how to verify, you have a way.” From a bystander’s point of view, Yao Mozhen has 10,000 One reason to believe that Qi Xiu flute was the child who was introduced to Penglai Island that year! Of course, if not, it is also to let the water linger on the ground, it is not good to let her buckle the flute on the island, things should always have an end.

The main hall of the Phoenix Palace, Yao Mozhen and the night Junqing and others are divided into right and left. At the moment, in front of the water and Mo and the Qi, they are placed in pen and ink, and the two stand opposite each other.

“Each time automatically writes out the time.” Yao Mozhen and Shuiyu are arbitrarily arguing that if the time written by Kailu is different from the time written by Shuiyu, the difference between them is less than ten days, then they are willing to leave the Qiu Xiu in Penglai. The island, until the water is strange to find out the truth, if there is a difference of more than a month, Shui Mo Mo will send Yao Mozhen and others back to Dongzhou, and allow them to take the flute. Anyone knows that a newborn baby is drifting on the boat alone, and even if he is lucky, he can’t live for ten days.

At this moment, the hall was silent, and everyone’s eyes fell on the waters and the scorpion, while the revival flute was in the arms of the cold robes, and looked at it all, no one told him that it was his decision. The moment of fate.

Qi Mo and the water scorpion have been written, Yao Mo 婉 first stepped to the front of the water, and picked up the rice paper to the middle, on the other side, Zi Luo also picked up the rice paper in front of the opening.

When the two rice papers were presented to everyone at the same time, the temple was silent, and everyone was shocked by the two moments in front of them, exactly the same.

“How?” The water squatted at the table, watching the expressions of the crowd, and the throat could not help but tighten.

“The island owner…the same! The two times are exactly the same! The flute is your son! My son!” The voice of Ziluo broke the silence in the temple. When I heard such a result, the water squatted to two Before Zhang Xuan paper, I clearly saw that the time I wrote was not inferior to the time on the Xuan paper.

Almost at the same time, the otter turned around and the tears swayed toward the whistle, and the body trembled.

“Cursing the flute, she is your mother, go…” Han Jinyi had some unwillingness to open the flute, but her heart was happy. The children of the world did not want to go back to their mother’s arms.

“Mother…” Kai Xiu flute looked at the two births of his rice paper, and saw the mottled eyes of the water, and seemed to realize what happened, and the footsteps involuntarily went to the water.

“Give me! Mother wants you! Seven years, my mother is looking for you every day! Mother knows that you are not dead! Great! Thank you, God! Thank you!” The water slammed forward and tightened the flute tightly In the arms, I have tears and joy.

“Mother? Are you really a mother who repairs the flute? Is it a mother who wants to find a flute to dream? It’s so good… There’s also a pain in the repair of the flute… Mother, don’t lose the flute again, no it is good……”

This scene is too lyrical, Yao Mozhen feels a cold face, tentacles, two lines of tears have been drawn to the day.

Shuiyu found his son, and Qiu Xiu found the mother. The result of all the joys was that Shui Momo agreed to send Yao Mozhen and others back to Dongzhou.

In the evening, Yao Mozhen was taken to the eclipse by Zi Luo after he was rehabilitated in the water palace.

“Thank you.” After finding the son, the water is strangely different, and the eyebrows are all kind.

“The island’s main words are heavy, and the nephew does not actually do anything. It is just that the child who repairs the flute is pitiful. The island owner must try his best to compensate him in the future.” Yao Mozhen loves to repair the flute from his heart, and now he has a mother-in-law. Naturally, they will not leave with them, which makes Yao Mozhen somewhat sorry.

“That is natural.” Shui 阡 阡 倒 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。

“Actually… I have always had a problem, but I don’t know if I ask questions improperly…” Yao Mozhen hesitated to look at the water.

“Family of repairing the flute? I don’t know… Seven years ago, I sneaked out of Penglai Island and went to Dongzhou alone, but I was a man in a deep forest… The man should be in a mess, I can feel him. It was very painful, but I didn’t want to hurt me too much, but I was really scared at the time.” The otter was bitter and licking his lips. When he encountered such a thing, he could only blame himself for being too back.

“You didn’t see the person’s appearance? Even if there isn’t any of the believers left?” Yao Mozhen felt ridiculous, and it was not so easy to follow the example. Where does Yao Mozhen know that seven years ago, the martial arts of Shui Mo Mo could be described by the words “Flower Boxing Embroidered Legs”.

“No, the man was covered, and there was a chase behind him, so he ran away after he got rid of the poison, ridiculous. But it really has a token, a piece of jade, when he left, he fell.” I think it is a dream to think about it.

“You don’t hate him?” Yao Mo’s eyes gave birth to a trace of mercy.

“I hated it at first, but it took a long time to fade. Now I have found a gift, and let it go with the wind.” The mind of the water is far wider than Yao Mozhen imagined, and it is replaced by Yao Mo. Hey, it’s not enough to break the thief’s corpse.

After returning to the room, Yao Mokun thought more and more, and always felt that he should do something for the water, so when the next morning meal, Yao Mozhen told the people here about the experience of the water seven years ago.

“噗 咳 咳 咳 催 催 催 催 催 催 催 催 催 催 催 催 催 催 催 催 催 催 催 催 催 催 催 催 催 催 催 催 催 催 催 催 催 催 催 催 催 催 催 催 催 催 燕 燕 燕 燕 燕He is sitting opposite Yannan, and you can imagine the next game.

“What are you doing so excitedly?” Everyone is uncomfortable with the abnormal reaction of Yan Nanxuan.

“No…nothing.” Yannan pretended to eat and eat, and then did not say more.

Originally, Yao Mozhen and Minamata left for Penglai Island three days later. On the third day, the water was not ready to send them off the island. This is not the case. One of them was missing.

“Dry, Uncle Jinyi, it’s not good! Uncle Yan was hanged up by the mother!” Just as everyone wanted to find Yannan, the revival flute suddenly ran in, and the words were amazing.

“Hang up? Where?” Yao Mo frowned to see the repair of the flute, Fox questioned. Behind the night, Junqing and other people suddenly changed their faces, and it’s hard to be a stranger.

“Just outside the Phoenix Palace! Let’s go, the mother is still screaming to kill Uncle Yan!” Kai Xiu flute anxiously pulled Kaiqi and others to leave the room.

As the Qi Xiu flute said, only outside the Phoenix Palace, Yan Nanzheng was hanged by the five flowers and hanged on the copper pillars of seven feet high. The red skirts hunted under the breeze of the sea breeze.

“Water Island Lord, what is your intention?” Seeing that his brother was hung in the air, the night Jun Qing stepped forward and asked.