Descent of the Phoenix

Outside the main hall, the autumn winds rise.

The silk is cold and flying, it is an insistence of an era.

It is also the pride of one person.

The wind is light and the sky is high.

Tianchen hundreds of thousands of soldiers and horses surrounded the proud cloud, but did not attack.

And the proud cloud country does not have the alliance of the Snow Saint, but the momentum is not reduced, but the sharper, more and more has a sharp sword has been sheathed.

The world is in the crowd.

Zhongyuan, Beimu, all eyes, all concentrated here.

At this time, on the border of Aoyun and Xuesheng, it is still not to be asked, to appreciate her blue sky and white clouds, and drop the red maple.

It seems that nothing under the sun is more important than her red maple.

The wind in the forest rises and the red maple flies.

The red leaves fall, fascinating everything in the world.

"I am drunk when I am idle, and when I wake up, the figures are double. On this day, the gods are racing."

Lying in the grass, looking at the red leaves flying overhead, Ouyang flew in the grass, very intoxicated.

Haoyue stood next to Ouyang Yufei.

After listening to Ouyang’s eyes, he slowly said: “You still have something important to do.”

Ouyang Yufei listened to the words, immediately turned over, facing the moon, directly closed his eyes: "I didn't hear, I didn't hear."

Seeing that Ouyang Yufei was so jealous in the moon, he couldn’t help but turn a blind eye.

This Ouyang Yufei is really...

"Not allowed to play..."

"No sights are allowed."

The words of Haoyue have not been finished yet, and Ouyang Yufei has quickly passed the sentence.

I have a itch on my stomach.

"Red maple is full of land, and the afterglow of the sunset, it is really good scenery." If the moon is itchy, it has not opened yet, and a voice suddenly sounds.

One person, through the woods, slowly came.

Haoyue couldn’t help but listened and turned around.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, Xuanyuan Che’s ordinary robes came slowly toward her.

There was a faint smile on the face.

Ouyang Yufei, who is facing away from Haoyue, is also a glimpse of Xuanyuan’s voice. He turned his head and looked at Xuanyuan Che’s face.

This person, this time regardless of whether he is in the Snow Country.

Still in the proud cloud country.