Descent of the Phoenix

Xiaoyue laughed at the face of the male broad-leaf patriarch, and stretched his index finger on his lips, whispering softly: "Hanbei is so enthusiastic, this Wang Hao can go so far, it is not too much to give the head of the patriarch."

Being buckled in the neck, the male patriarch was unable to say a word, and he could only let the person behind him drag him to the side of Haoyue.

The eyes staring at Haoyue are almost squirting out.

It’s even more joyful to see this laughter. Looking at the forehead’s blue-legged, horrible face, the horrible patriarch of the horrible face, shook his head and said: “Hey, this cold day still flows so much sweat, majestic The patriarch, your body is really good."

After all, Haoyue took a squat and looked at the patriotic patriarch who looked pale and snowy. He smiled lightly: "The wine has not been enjoyed before. Today, the king helped you to invite several patriarchs. We are all drinking two. cup."

When the voice fell, the patriarch of the male squad who had a forehead in the forehead suddenly suddenly became stiff and looked at Haoyue in disbelief. The light shining in his eyes revealed a desperate horror.

"You...you..." was clasped to the neck, unable to speak, can only issue the simplest syllables, and the face of the male broad-leaf ancestors almost ate.

Seeing this month, I can’t help but laugh more and more.

At this time, outside the tent.

"Don't just talk, what's the matter?" The non-speaking patriarch hasn't returned to his tent. A man wearing a Xiongkuo ethnic suit walked up and walked up. The Yanxiong ethnic clan had something to do. invite.

"I don't know." The comers bowed their heads and said nothing.

The non-speaking patriarch was also shocked today. Seeing this wave, he walked with the tent of the Chaozuo patriarch.

"You have come too?" Outside the tent, the non-speaking patriarch looked at the other two patriarchs and could not help but greeted him.

The other two patriarchs nodded and their faces were heavy.

The people leading the way picked up the tent curtains of the male broad-leaf patriarch and invited the three patriarchs to enter.