Descent of the Phoenix

The eyebrows are gentle and pampered. This wound is forcing to awake his own thorns. His moon, his moon, this silly woman, this silly woman who is pampered by his heart.

The storms in the depths of the black scorpion spread out, and the ice and the cold quickly melted.

Spring returns to the earth, everything is flying.

The lips slowly swayed and smiled, and the darkness of the deep pool opened with brilliant flowers.

As soon as he reached out and hooked down Xuanyuan's head, Haoyue kissed him deeply.

Her Xuanyuan Che, such as Xuan Xuan Che, how can not love, how can not love.

The lips and teeth are dependent, and the ground is hot.

The mountain wind has been blown over, on the cliffs of Wansong, the hand of the child, and the old man.

Passionately, the eyeballs around the ground fell.

So bold, so disregarding the worldly vision, this month is simply, simply...

Light water and others can't help but turn around, the parties are not shunned, how can they avoid the suspicion, really, but in the suspicion of inadvertently sweeping through the corner of the eye, weak water three thousand, only take a scoop, a person who will be the emperor The promises given are simply amazing, and they are not shocked.

I have never heard of it in the world.

The other side, Murong, invincible, etc., took a long breath, but fortunately, otherwise, today, there may be no return, not in the hands of the beasts, but in the hands of their little king.

Holding the green lotus that passed out, I watched the neck of Qinglian, a handprint, and Qinglian was knocked out by Xuanyuan.

Looking up, I looked at the two people on the cliff, and the eyes of the solitary night flashed through the dark, such feelings, such feelings...

The cliffs of Wanyu are warm as summer.

"Cough, that, ant..." In the passion, Yan Hu suddenly coughed twice. He didn't want to break their princes and Wang Hao, but the eater ants behind him. This thing is awkward.

Slowly separate, dark and dark, no uncertainty, no suspicion, only trust, only affection.

"Go." Hold tightly on Xuanyuan's hand, and the moon is full of enthusiasm.

Xuanyuan Che is holding back the hand of Haoyue, and will not catch the wrong person in the future. He holds the wrong hand: "Go."

Side by side, 黝 dark red in pairs.