Descent of the Phoenix

Whoever is hard, who is the overlord, is not related to human feelings, does not care for etiquette, as long as the country is strong.

Solitary night, you are a lonely night.

The squeaking fist of the fist, the good calculation, the real good calculation, but unfortunately, she may not enter his intentions, this day you alone can not count.

"Wang Hao, you don't want this, fools don't know the inside story, don't care about them, don't be angry with yourself." Autumn marks don't talk when you see the moon, you will be anxious.

"Master." Du Yi cold and ice is not redundant, only frowning and shouting a month.

In January, countless rumors began, and the spearhead was not Xuanyuan, but the moon.

Rushing the crown is angry.

No one blames the proud son of the prince for the night alone, and for the beauty of the color of the knife.

Only blame, the redness of the water, only the moon that provoked the disaster of Tianchen.

No one remembers that if there was no moon for three years, perhaps the Tianchen had already fallen.

No one remembers that if there was no moon in the past, their king, their wing king had already died, and Tianchen did not know what it was.

No one remembers her kindness to Tianchen and her love for Tianchen.

Everyone only remembers, she brought disaster to Tianchen, even though the disaster is still a hole in the wind, everything is still vain.

However, all the people remembered, impulsive, and roared.

Humanity is selfish.

The people are awesome, and for the first time in the first month, they appreciate its charm, its infinite killing power.

Solitary night, alone night.

"Brother, let me go." Noisy anger in the street, a refreshing voice came, close at hand.

The moon brows, this is the voice of Yun Zhao.

Slowly open his eyes, Haoyue looked at Duanyi's dagger leaning on his neck, but there was a cloud of panic that didn't look like a panic.

Look at my own eyes, have pity, have a faint smile, and something she doesn't want to understand.

"Satisfied." Leaning on the chair, Haoyue both hands clasped his chest and looked at Yunzhao coldly.

On her face, she couldn't see the fall, she couldn't see the frustration, and she couldn't see the disappointment and the anger.