Descent of the Phoenix

The voice was still down, Xuanyuan's brow suddenly turned up, and one of the wounds of the moon, the eyebrows sank, and the face flashed and angered: "How was it hurt?"

"Nothing, what about you?" Haoyue looked up and looked at Xuanyuan Che, and the eyes of the Qinglian princess were swept away, very light.

"What can I do..." Half of the words, Xuanyuan Che on the black of the deep pool, that shows the calm inside but the choppy black, after a slight glimpse, bowed down and looked at the moon, as if it was clear What, Xuanyuan is serious

"Monday, believe me?"

"Believe." There is no hesitation or uncertainty.

She is willing to believe in him, she only gives him trust.

Listening to the answer that Haoyue did not hesitate, Xuanyuan’s serious face slowly spread away, and he outlined a sinister smile. He reached for the tip of his nose and smiled. “Jealous.”

Haoyue looked at Xuanyuan Che did not answer, but just reached out and held Xuanyuan's hand, very tight and tightly held.

The backhand gripped the hand of Haoyue tightly, and Xuanyuan whispered softly: "Stupid, I will not recognize you, I, as long as my little king is enough."

A pun is very light, very light, but it has a sound, and the curtains are not scattered in a mountain wind.

It was true that there was a moment of embarrassment, but when you were close, you could tell whether it was true or not. How can someone who remembers it know how to admit mistakes.

Three thousand white mites, the color of the six palaces, and the blood that is covered with it, the moon in the sea of ​​knives and mountains, and the little king who is flying with him.

In this life, the fortunes of Tianda will be the opposite.

"Weak water three thousand, a scoop is enough." Gently stroked the wounds of the moon, Xuanyuan smiled softly, laughed enchanting, but more laughable passionate.

His little king, he wouldn't feel what she was thinking, and she wouldn't know what she was thinking, and she had already told him too much.

There are so many women in the world, he only needs this one.

Desire, not that can't be restrained, he will only be jealous of his moon, other women, like grass.