Descent of the Phoenix

Azure is like a blue, but it can't stop this cold feeling.

White clothes are like blood, making people's eyes red.

Standing outside the hut, Yun Zhao and Du Gu night looked at the unsettled lunar month and fell into the sun.

It’s so determined to walk, so decided to go.

The cold and lonely back, the more cold and silent, the taste.

The desperate desolate, leaking from the straight back.

That is a kind of jade burning.

The nails fell deeply into the palm of the hand, the slight tingling, the blood of the silk flowing out, but the pain is not the palm, but the heart.

Solitary night leaning against the door, watching the back of the moon.

Once, he saw this once a month.

It was in Tianchen, it was the explosion of Xuanyuan’s serious injury.

Tianchen Manchu Wenwu, all involved, I am sorry Xuanyuan Che, all of them were blood washed overnight.

None of them left.

The thirteen-year-old girl with blood, in a decisive gesture, told her the deep affection of the world.

She laid the foundation of her love and hate with blood.

So violent, so direct, then as deep as the sea.

He thought that it was already the limit of loving someone.

That is already the deepest love under the sun.

So, from then on, he remembered her in his heart and engraved it in his heart.

I also aim at this, want to be close to her, want to get her, want to get such a point of no regrets, such a sincere love.

Originally, he thought he didn't get it, but he was already close.

Haoyue was soft for him and was letting him go.

He is not nothing in her heart.

However, before he was secretly happy, a terrible gap was in front of him.

It turns out that it is not the limit of loving someone.

That is not the deepest love under the sun.