Descent of the Phoenix

They know where they are, not Xuanyuan Che let the moon not go out, but the moon is to restore the martial arts as soon as possible, so it is too late to go out.

"No need." Taizi Xuanyuan's face was even more bitter: "The third brother just went to Chaozhou, saying that he was taking the Dragon Rider Guards."

This is not obvious and does not help.

In the Tianchen Palace, relatively silent, silent in silence.

Time passed by, and the sky slowly dimmed.

In front of Zuo Xiangfu, Yuyue spent a long table of wine and food, and used it slowly, completely ignoring the bright light of the left-hand front and the people coming and going.

The errands in the palace, other people who lived in the house with the left side, let the moon enter the door, but it is easy to go in. It is difficult to leave.

The black whip waved, and when the poor person immediately rolled back and forth, this can send the meaning of the palace, but this time it will not go, what to do.

The sky is getting weaker and the lights are shining.

Gathered in front of Zuo Xiangfu to see the lively people, no one left, and some even moved to the stool, lanterns, and quietly watching.

No one has expelled them. In the past, the rules of the night will be banned. No soldiers will come out to intervene so many people this evening.

Therefore, everyone is happy with this, and watching the show next to it.

Full of satiated food, a piece of silver thrown out, immediately ran the legs to clean up the table, the moon has a little bit of light on the legs, the eyes closed slightly, the whip in the hand hit the palm of the hand, that Demeanor, leisurely.

On the contrary, the two doors in front of her rotten, the depression is not falling, so that the left-hand house that was originally high above is not as good as the small courtyard next to it.

The left phase did not stand at the door, Liu Xinai, Liu Xinqing, etc. also entered, and only the defensive guards stood at the door, and looked at the moon from time to time.

The time is fast, and the moon is hollow.

The silvery white light sprinkles on the vast earth, cold and noble.

Sitting quietly in the chair, it seems that the moon has fallen asleep, under the cover of the moonlight, so mysterious, so unpredictable.

The faint shadow drags in the moonlight and dissolves into the darkness, as if she came from the darkness, so perfect fit.

The people around me watched quietly, as if there was only one woman at this moment.

The moonlight is sinking, and this day is going to light up.