Descent of the Phoenix

"I was thinking about when you will come back for revenge. I didn't want to move so fast, it was so beautiful." The horse greeted him slightly, and Ouyang Yufei looked at Haoyue and smiled.

He stood not far, and looked at the chaos of the Xianbei and the 17th.

"You haven't died yet." Haoyue's good mood was disturbed, and Ouyang was smashed.

Ouyang Yufei saw this and smiled: "I am concerned about this when you are." As he said, he walked up and stood by the side of Haoyue.

That day, the medicinal liquor was really powerful, but those whip chains were not threatening to him, and a deep internal strength, if even the whips could not be opened, it would be too joke.

When he broke the whip and was about to find the moon, the Xianbei resident was in a big chaos. Although he was strong, he did not have the ability to compete with Wanma. He knew that the moon was saved and the moment flashed.

The rest, just waiting for the moon to revenge.

I thought I would wait two more days, but obviously I was not patient with him, and I started today.

Xiaoxiao Yufei did not say that he wanted to save her at that time. Things that had to go through the situation did not have to be told. Standing on the side of Haoyue, Ouyang Yufei squinted and looked at the side of the moon with no expression, a normal Xuanyuan .

On that day, it seems to be the moon that this person saved.

Looking at Du Yi, who has not appeared after Haoyue, it is obvious that these people are with Du Yiyi. What is the backhand that he is not sure about? This guy is simply savvy, but he is more and more like it.

"What happened to the hand?" A glimpse of the hand wrapped around the wounded medicine in the moon, Ouyang Yufei's eyebrows slightly wrinkled, and reached out to the hand of the moon.

It is very concerned and natural, as if he and Yu Yue are supposed to be like this.

Xuanyuan Che, who was next to Haoyue, saw this deep black face, but there was something on his face, but he could not see that he was black.

The hand holding the whip clenched into a fist, and it was his turn to ask him when he was coming.