Descent of the Phoenix

The eyebrows hang down slightly, and the eyes flashed and fell.

Feelings of deep love, but not for him, thorns and thorns, but not for him, the two feelings are compatible, life and death hand in hand, but without him.

No one knows how much he thinks that the person who can work with her is him. The person who can accompany her is him. It is him who can stand with her and look down on the vast people.

Unfortunately……

"Not dead." The thoughts in the heart have not stopped, the faint voice cut through the silent air, and passed through the room, and the moon slowly turned over.

The low-hanging eyes slowly rise, and the smears and sorrows in the eyes are gone. Instead, they are always cold and solitary.

"Can't die." The lips are chapped and cold.

Haoyue took a look at the normal night, the fragility and sadness of the coma, hidden under the thick ice and snow, the thick ice re-consolidated the position he had lost, and returned to the proud cloud The Prince is alone in the night.

Heart, suddenly moved.

This is similar to her in the past, her heart can only be hidden, no one can tell it, no one can trust it.

Heart, no reason to sigh gently, the past resentment suddenly faded a bit, but the face is not moving: "If you can't die, get up, it's time to go." After that, he stepped and walked out.

There was nothing in the night, and I saw that my hands were strong enough to prop up the body, but I didn’t think that my arms were soft. I slammed on the bed again, and there was no strength in the whole body. The wounds on the back that had stopped bleeding again penetrated the bleeding again.

A dizziness, Ding night knows that this is a symptom of excessive blood loss, the internal interest is chaotic, and the poisonous fire is too strong.

Unwilling to show weakness in front of Haoyue, solitary night swayed again and again to force up, a force suddenly hooked his arm and propped him up.

"I don't have so many medicines for you." The cold one threw out a sentence, and Yueyue's stunned one night, turned around and lifted the shoulders of the solitary night, and once again turned up the night.

The bulging sac is full of disbelief.