Descent of the Phoenix

Untouched by the night, slowly take a flute from the sleeves, and the white fingers are gently licked, and the sacred rituals are applied to Xuanyuan, and they are put to the mouth and gently played. stand up.

The mountains and rivers poured down, and Wan Mu was born in the spring.

The flute sounds like a flowing water, like a spring breeze. It seems to be in the middle of the spring of the garden. The water is flowing, the butterfly is flying, the breeze is blowing, the fragrance is refreshing, it is just like being in it. I am so drunk and can't wake up.

It’s not unusual to have a stunning night.

The micro-closed eyes are listening, and there is no music cell in the moon, but this month is a good player to play the piano. It is very good for the sound, and she actually inherits this feature and can distinguish between good and bad.

Spring breeze, everything seems to be in this wonderful music, fell asleep, quietly, quietly fell asleep.

Sleeping? Suddenly, the eyes of the micro-closed eyes suddenly slammed, and the sly eyes opened, and the music was not right.

This flute sounded with great strength, and the sound of the sound has reached the extreme, a magical extreme, in other words, she is familiar with hypnosis, she used to be the most hypnotic.

The hypnotized person with the flute, this one alone left the heart.

Slightly glanced at the two emperors and other people around, each closed their eyes, listening comfortably, and some even pointed their heads a little bit, and Xuan Yiyi, who was tall on the top, also smiled at this time. Listening with your eyes closed, it seems to be caught in this moving melody.

None of the people in the hall is awake.

Music can confuse people, and Haoyue does not think that this is very unusual.

Music is very powerful with a rendering power.

The brow was slightly wrinkled, and the moon was on the night of the alone night that had been seen by her.

There was no surprise in the black and blue eyes, no surprises, no fear, so she looked at her, and looked at her without emotion.

Haoyue’s eyes suddenly glimpsed, and this alone night despised her, and she dared to despise her in front of her hypnotic master.

The thoughts in my heart have not turned, and Xuanyuan Che, standing beside him, suddenly stood up and slammed into a row of bells and drums at the corner of the hall. It was also one of the instruments.