Descent of the Phoenix

She is still alive and still alive.

There is nothing better than watching her with her own eyes and making him so happy.

His good month is good, good.

The position of the hand on the heart socket, Xuanyuan's eyes radiant, the whole person overflowed with an inexplicable splendid atmosphere.

Slowly reaching out to the moon, Xuanyuan has a clear vision: "It's okay."

Thousands of words, separated by life and death in a few months, come together day and night, when they meet, they only turn into this sentence, only turned into this short four words.

Nothing is fine.

The heart is warm and warm, but the cold winter lunar month can't cover the hot heart.

The heart warmed up, but the face was indifferent.

The corner of the mouth slowly outlined a smile, and the moon slowly raised his eyebrows, and a faint smile appeared on his face: "Of course I am fine, thank you Tianchen Wang for your concern."

Plain and polite, no deep feelings, no ecstasy, only that is unfamiliar with ordinary people.

Boom, Xuanyuan Che only felt a ring in his mind, and made a squeaky snoring. This should not be what Haoyue should say to him. This should not be his sigh of the moon.

"What do you say, come over." The face was heavy, and Xuanyuan Che’s horse was about to approach the moon.

Seeing this face suddenly, the face was swollen, and the hand waved. Behind the body, Beimu carried the guard, and immediately the waist knife swayed, and stood in front of Haoyue, and compared Xuanyuan to the knife.

Xuanyuan Che saw this face change, and the face immediately rose up with an anger.

"Tian Chen Wang, you and I have already become a thing of the past, or do not be too familiar with the good." A faint voice sounded, the slow-moving story of Haoyue, but like a cold, drenched person.

Is she not familiar with him? Not familiar?

Xuanyuan Che suddenly stunned, and the ray of light in his eyes instantly melted away.

The fingertips played with the skin on the cuffs, and the warm eyes of the moon did not miss the glimmering injury in Xuanyuan’s eyes.

The eyebrows hang slightly, and the darkness in the scorpion is condensed.

"What do you mean? Month, what happened to you?" Frowning frowning, Xuanyuan Che looked at Haoyue with disbelief.