Descent of the Phoenix

There are not many words in the month, and in the fast-income pocket, I grabbed Chen Guifei’s hand and sighed coldly: “Whoever let go of one, who is the **** kind.”

"Yes." Autumn marks and other people screamed and screamed, even Murong Yi and others were also fluent, and forgot, this month is their niece, daughter, next generation.

Walking with the sword, killing the Quartet, and the moon led the autumn marks and other people, swooping.

Murderous, instant smashing.

It was only an instant, the autumn marks and other people who could only resist the resistance. No one could stop it. The person posing as the guardian army was bitten by death and the whole situation was reversed.

The guards saw that it was not good to look at this side. In the hands of one side, they violently attacked the oil lamps of the lighting and dumped the oil inside.

The lights splattered, the oil lamp was silent, and the oil fire splashed on the curtain, splashing in the velvet.

In a piece of killing, a small flame swayed in the square, and in the deliberate dumping, in the deliberate destruction, the swaying and rising.

They want to create opportunities for them to escape with fire.

In the eyes, the cold light flashed, and the moon smiled coldly. Give her a play, hehe.

The blood is full, and the glass of the glass tonight, who is the final winner.

The night is getting quieter, but it is getting more and more enthusiastic.

The summer wind blew, and the **** smell flew straight into the sky.

At this time, there was a confrontation in Tianchen Palace. Murong was invincible and grasped the imperial edict. He did not look at the ministers below. The loud voice: "Fengtian carrier, emperor 诏曰..."

"Your Majesty, can't be abolished..."

"Report..." One of the two opposing voices suddenly sounded, and a series of footsteps came out of the palace.

"What?? Xuan." The heavy Xuanyuan suddenly sat up straight.

The sweating garrison commander, flying into the hall, could not fall over, the face of excitement: "Hey... Hey... Next..." Panting, almost impossible to say.

The right phase suddenly frowned: "What the hell?"

Taking a deep breath, the garrison commander suppressed his excitement and said loudly: "Back, the wing king is not dead."

"What?" Xuanyuan Yi couldn't sit still, and he stood up and widened his eyes.

Right phase, Murong is invincible, but also amazed, Qi Qi stepped forward and said: "Wing Wang is not dead, really fake? Quickly."