Descent of the Phoenix

This man is really dead, and this time he will return his feelings, not next time.

Leaning on the shoulders of Haoyue, the night alone looked deep into the slender woman under the eyes. It was clear that she had said nothing, but she couldn’t care for her, and her eyebrows were slightly low, regardless of the pain behind her. Slowly reaching out and covering the neck of Haoyue, it is so good, even if there is such a moment, it is good.

Haoyue is thinking about him.

Step away, towards the end of the walkway.

Bright and bright, two pairs of overlapping figures.

Go away.

Stop and go, I don't know how long it took.

"Oh." In the tight room, a soft bang suddenly came from the surrounding walls, crisp and faint, as if volatilized above the entire space.

This is the voice of the closing organs. When the eyebrows are picked up and the organs are closed, can it be said that someone has entered the center? That being said... The moment is not going to go straight ahead with the lonely night.

"A good thing, actually dare to follow us, I want to make it cheap, not so easy." Turned a few turns, Haoyue suddenly heard the faint screaming in front, but it was the voice of He Lianyun.

In the roar of the roar, the sound of the weapon was followed closely, and this was the move.

At this time, I can’t play with Yun’s call. It’s definitely Xuanyuan’s, and the moon’s thoughts are settled, and the speed at the foot is getting faster.

A few turns, the eyes suddenly suddenly cheerful, a spacious stone platform, and the two figures between the platform are constantly confronting Luo Teng, Jian Guang Huo Huo, that Jianguang is not Xuanyuan Che and Yun Zhao.

Beside the two men, several guardian characters are holding swords and surrounded by groups.

Stepping out, everyone's eyes were immediately attracted to the moon, including Xuanyuan Che and Yun Zhao, who were fighting, and stopped.

Turning his head and seeing it is Haoyue, Xuanyuan’s heart is in a moment of joy, but the joy has not yet come to his eyes, and his eyes are swept to the solitary night backed by the moon.

Tightly wrapped around the neck of Haoyue, the two faces are very close, and they look very close.

Haoyue never fakes the color of the enemy. Haoyue has always hated it for the night of the night, but today he is allowed to do so alone...

The eyes are sinking in an instant, this...