Descent of the Phoenix

"I am... there..."

"Saying...you..."

In the groping, there was a vague voice coming from the top of the head. Xuanyuan Xuanyi suddenly became overjoyed, and some people said that there was an exit.

He can go out and he finally finds the right direction.

At the moment, Xuanyuan Xuan lost the cucumber and climbed up the slanting ladder. There was a hanging position there.

The closer it is to the top of the head, the louder the sound, and almost all can hear what the outside person is saying.

Xuanyuan Xuanxi shouted at the victory: "I am here, I want to go out..."

Unfortunately, the stone wall is too thick, and his voice can't be transmitted.

Xuanyuan Xuan discovered the vocals in this room, and the solitary night that came from Xuanyuanyu’s feelings also quickly approached this direction.

"That's over there, I feel it, that's over there."

Xuanyuan jade fluttered to the front of the door, the small hand holding the copper ring above is two tears, one side loud.

At the same moment, just as Xuanyuanyu pulled the ring of the copper ring, the Empress Dowager, who was screaming in the temple of Jinyu, only felt that sitting down the chair and moving slightly, then...

"The Queen Mother, we really don't know anything, I...ah..."

On the main hall, the woman in red is reciting, and the words of her remarks have not been finished yet. She sees the Taishou, who is seated on the majesty, and the jade chair is turned over.

The Queen Mother did not see the shadow in an instant, and it was stopped by the sound, as if it had been cut by a knife.

The hall of the hall is the same stereotype.

The queen is gone, the jade chair will flip, what is going on?

And all the people in the hall were holding back the mouth that had not yet reacted, and the jade chair was turned over again, and the original position was restored.

The Queen Mother who sat on the upper end has disappeared.

Instead, they are full of fog and water, looking at their Xuanyuan Xuan.

Hold on, everyone is holding it, this, playing and transforming?

Compared with the shackles of the members of the Mohe Golden Temple, Xuanyuan Xuan also looked at them with a silly look. How suddenly did the position of the hanging change, he turned here?

This, this, the beheading of the beheading, is now sitting in the emperor's jade chair, facing the group of courtiers who are full of eyes, what is the sheep into the tiger's mouth, what is it to find their own death, this is.