Descent of the Phoenix

The color of hatred flashed past, and the moon converges on the cold, transforming a light smile, slowly watching the proud country: "This is what you ask me, you want to destroy me and the night alone, and It’s not what I’m playing badly.”

"I am begging you." The proud head of the country is almost crushed, what is cheap and sells, that is, this is.

Stretching his hand and licking the long hair on the side of the neck, he said with distressed words: "Oh, if that is the case, then all the people in this world will be alone, and I will be sad."

Shaking his head, sighing, but there is a shining smile in his eyes.

The sharp weapon itself is a great weapon. It is used well and is not inferior to any army.

There is a single seedling, and everyone is eye-catching. It is a disaster for her not to lose a little. But whoever said that it cannot be profitable.

"Since the king of the kings asks for the king, well, then the king is so embarrassed to think about it. I am cold in the north, and I am short of food and clothing." Both hands clasped the chest, and the moon smiled and looked at the proud owner.

"Well, 500,000 rations of grain and 100,000 pelicans." The proud head of the arrogant cloud was also directly open, and it was given to the pastoral or the Huns in the past, and the most looted grain.

Slowly stretched and shook, and the moon smiled faintly: "I am not awkward, you are calling Huazi, looking at the world, who does not know the pride of the country."

In a word, three million rations of grain and grass, one million horses, one hundred thousand heads of cattle and sheep, three million two gold, gave me away immediately, otherwise..."

The words behind did not say it, but the threat was real.

"You are a big opening for the lion, I don't think about it." The voice of Haoyue fell, and the proud lord jumped up and covered his face.

He knows that this condition is the purpose of this month, but it is too much, too much.

There are three million rations of grain and grass, one million horses, five hundred thousand heads of cattle and sheep, and three million gold. This almost requires more than half of his arsenal.

"Is it?" Compared to the anger of the proud king, the moon is slowly and leisurely, and the black hair is wrapped around the fingertips for a few laps.