Descent of the Phoenix

The incomprehensible jewels are inexhaustible.

It took everyone’s eyes and messed up everyone’s heart.

The corner of the mouth is slightly twitching. Haoyue is not a person who loves money as a life. He is not too keen on the wealth of Haotian, but at first glance, he can’t help but breathe a sigh of relief, and can’t help but feel awkward. Moved in and walked in.

"The world is rare, rich and can be enemies." Daddy and fascination, Yun Zhao’s excited face turned red.

The Southern Song Dynasty treasured hundreds of years of treasures, which were finally found by them and finally found by them.

There was a thin red on his face, Xuanyuan Che and Duo Night all slowly stepped in, a shock and inexplicable excitement.

If you say that the world has the most wealth, it is the three people.

But in front of the wealth, even if the three have seen too much, they have to fold for them, this is the wealth they have never seen.

Endless, as if this whole mountain is such a treasure.

Going down the treasure road, at the end of the day, almost everyone left only the golden color, or did not finish one-tenth of the treasure here.

"Give." Reaching out and taking a blood red agate from the gem mountain nearby, Xuanyuan Che broke the atmosphere that had been quiet after entering Baoshan, and reached out to hand the moon around him.

It is not too expensive, but when he saw it at a glance, he felt that this blood red was very suitable for the moon, and the beam must be beautiful.

Haoyue heard the sound and reached out. He looked at Xuanyuan Che, and his mouth smiled. The heart that was shocked by the huge treasures calmed down in Xuanyuan’s words.

At this time, I saw the wealth of Rusto, I can think of her, and I was not blinded by this treasure. I am afraid that Xuanyuan is alone.

The heart is doing this, the arm is suddenly touched by someone, and the moon has not turned, and a thing has been handed to her.

The figure slowly moved forward, and the night of the night jumped over the moon, without saying a word, even without looking at the moon, gently passing by and heading forward.

Haoyue’s eyebrows were slightly picked up, and he looked down at the things that had been shackled in the night.