Descent of the Phoenix

No crying, only the **** red color, slipping down from the eyelids.

Blooming on Xuanyuan's black cloak, mixed with that black.

Slowly reach out and stretch out to Xuanyuan's nose.

There is no warmth, no.

The storm in the eyes quickly gathered, and the fabulous cheeks began to distort, and the crazy atmosphere began to grow rapidly.

Holding the Xuanqi's autumn mark tightly, I couldn't help but see the look of Haoyue in grief.

Crazy, that's crazy, how can it...

"Ah..." Not to be able to pay attention to the autumn marks. Suddenly, the moon suddenly looked up, the whole distortion of the look was terrible, and the black hair fluttered like a lone wolf, wearing a layer of clouds and shooting the earth.

"Oh..." The bird frightened countless.

The beasts walked around.

Crazy, go crazy, this...

With a hand knife cut down, the look has been the whole crazy month, the body fell down softly.

Behind him, Ouyang’s face was full of ugliness, and he stunned the fallen moon.

Mountain wind curtain roll.

The sunset is like a fire, and the sky is everywhere.

So red, so with a sigh of breath.

The breeze has been blown, with the cold that should not be there at this time.

Time flies by, and the blink of an eye is one day and one night.

The blue sky and white clouds are still the same, as soft as ever.

The trees rustle in the breeze, the grass leaves are still green, and the mountain flowers are still splendid.

Heaven and earth, still working.

Just some are different.

A small log cabin on the edge of the Imperial Tomb, located at the foot of the mountain, is an uninformed hunter to swim for a rest.

The breeze blew gently, and there were three or two flying grasses on the thatched cottage.