How long has she been holding on with a strong heart? She has not found it.
Sitting on the cold stone steps, panting, she lifted her foot and twisted it gently. It was okay to twist it, but the great pain made her sweat.
She didn’t know she was so angry just now?
I wanted to have a good talk with him. After all, Neon Ling’s life and death are still in his hands. She misses him very much. If he really wants her to ask her, she intends to do so.
But somehow things turned out like this.
She was so upset that she raised her hand and hit the ground with a palm.
I simply didn’t rub my feet. I sat alone on the stone steps at the door until Futian opened the door and didn’t know what to do before I suddenly found her sitting there.
"Fang Zhu?"
It’s dim, and I’m mistaken for someone else. Fukuda is confused. It’s really a shock when I leave at night.
"Why does the owner of the workshop sit there alone when the stone steps are so cold in the cold?"
Night away stretched out his hand to pull him down and put his arm on his shoulder to "help me in"
"Yes!"
Seeing that he was holding his shoulder at night or jumping on the steps with one foot, Fukuda frowned. "What happened to Fang’s main foot?"
"twisted"
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When I woke up the next day, I found that my ankle was swollen more than at night, and it was painful to move, and it was even more painful to involve all my nerves.
Alas, there is no time to deal with the original [74]. If it is true, the night spirit will throw caution to the wind.
My heart is pounding wildly at night, and I hold my palm tightly against Dali Temple Qing for fear that his lips will be lightly moved and deprive a person of his life.
"Not a night spirit!" Dali temple Qing didn’t come out, but another low-alcohol betting sound rang first.
Everyone is shocked, including the night away.
Looking away from Dali Temple Qing’s face, she looked at the man who was sitting next to Dali Temple Qing in the presiding seat in disbelief.
Yes, that’s right. It’s Phoenix Shadow Ink. It’s Phoenix Shadow Ink. It’s a lonely sentence
Shocked and confused, I don’t know which one he is going to sing at night.
Eyes condensed phoenix shadow ink from got up and went around to the front of the hall and knelt down in front of the emperor’s robe.
"The emperor murderer is definitely not a night spirit!"
The word "absolute" has been added this time.
Clock neon spirit was a joy, and everyone wondered that it was late at night and unconsciously clenched the sleeves.
The emperor narrowed his eyes slightly and turned deeper. "Lord Feng has found out who the real murderer is?"
Trial seats white tiger smell speech immediately sit up straight waist and concentrate hard on waiting for Fengying Mo Dao who is it?
Feng Ying inked a poem, "Please forgive me for not being able to do it yet."
"no?" Emperor eyebrows a gathering "didn’t find the murderer and what makes you so sure it’s not a night spirit? Witness, physical evidence so much evidence points to her. "
The other three presiding officers looked at each other and nodded in agreement with the emperor’s words.
The emperor glanced at the three men and lowered his eyes to the man kneeling in front of him. "This should not be that you are a presiding officer."
Perhaps the robe material was too slippery, and suddenly I earned it from my hands by holding the sleeve, and even my nails were broken for a night, and my frown made my guess more certain.
Mo Qianyu just wants neon spirit to take the fall.
You want me to die, I have to die, and now all my hopes are pinned on Feng Ying Mo, no matter which one he sings, as long as the murderer is not neon spirit, even if he says that the murderer left at night.
Suddenly heavy breathing, she instantly coagulated the phoenix shadow ink for fear that he would stop because the emperor said so.
Just as she was uneasy, the sound of Phoenix Shadow Ink sounded again. "Did the Emperor’s murderer find the murderer with the night spirit? This is two different things."
His voice is still gentle and unhurried, but at that moment, he suddenly felt that it was the most beautiful sound in the world.
It’s whether the murderer found the murderer who left at night. This is really two different things, and the man who was born to kill him wants to confuse this.
Strange thousand feather phoenix eyes float a cold cup with phoenix shadow ink nodded. "It’s two different things, one yard for one yard. Let me put aside the murderer and say whether the night spirit is the murderer or not. The witness has a white tiger material evidence and an hourglass. Why don’t you analyze it with me and see if this witness material evidence proves her innocence?"
"I will give her a certificate!"
The short six-character sound is not loud but it is thrown to the ground.
Night away from the whole body a shock clock neon spirit startled eyes devoted to thousands of feathers a face of shock.
Shen Yan snow slightly sipped her lips.
The crowd in the field came to low sighs.