Descent of the Phoenix

The night is fascinating, the fire is flying, and the group is boiling.

At this time, the venue of the raging fire is in the middle, and a group of men are dancing. The clothes are unified, but the dance is not uniform, and it is more like casual play.

The number is small, only a dozen.

All of them are naked and have no clothes.

The lower body is a tiger skin skirt.

Short to the knees, revealing the thighs, a magnificent skirt.

With their twists, they swayed into all kinds of styles.

And in these thousands of styles, Haoyue’s eye-catching glance saw a dress in the top of the ten people, and Xuanyuan Che’s dance.

The dark face was darker in the fire.

It is as stiff as a puppet, mechanically raising his hand, lifting his foot, and jumping.

The corners of the mouth are high, and the cold eyes are always full of smiles, and the eyebrows are bent.

Haha, Xuanyuan Che dances in a skirt.

Hahaha, this guy thinks, actually dancing in front of so many people.

The rich smile in the eyes surged, and the lower lip was bitten by the moon.

She was afraid that she would laugh out loud.

Xuanyuan Che is enchanting, iron-blooded, atmospheric, and she has seen everything.

I haven't seen him dancing in a skirt. Is this guy teasing today?

Really gave her a big surprise.

Holding the Yeluhong in the next month, the squatting on the shoulder of Yeluhong, the smile turned into the moon.

In the venue, Xuanyuan Che, who is dancing with his hands and feet, is threatening in the blazing fire, glanced at the moon, silently, not allowed to laugh.

In exchange for the eyebrows that are getting more and more curved.

The body could not control the trembling, showing the hard work of laughing.

Xuanyuan Che swept it, almost gas bombing.

Wearing a skirt twisted and twisted, twisted in the other direction, the eyes are not seen as net.

Seeing this month, I almost couldn’t control the laughter.

"This warrior who is the first equestrian, what is it jumping? How do you look so awkward?"

Sitting on the legs of Haoyue.

Yeluhong stared at Xuanyuan Che, who was obviously stiff underneath, and wrinkled his eyebrows.