Descent of the Phoenix

I saw that the boat's bow was fifteen or sixteen years old, and the long, pretty, boy-like boy was clutching the paddle and swiping quickly.

The wind is full of sleeves, and every time I draw a boat, I will go up a lot, obviously there is a martial arts.

However, this level of martial arts has not yet been placed in Xuanyuan's eyes.

Looking down the South China Sea, an old man, sitting in the cabin with a basket of medicine, the white beard fluttering in the wind, looks a bit like a fairy.

The boat flies upwards as usual.

The ship broke and swayed down the river and turned downside down.

The rain was like a curtain, a little big.

"Let's get out." A roar, on the boat that was on the opposite side, the young boy was screaming at the broken ship.

He had already swept the ship to avoid it two or three times. The broken ship seemed to be specifically against him. He rushed across the road, and it was hard to block his way. The boy suddenly became angry.

This loud noise immediately awakened the two people on the broken ship.

The honest man saw this quickly picking up the oars on the ship and panicked into the river.

But he did not row the boat, this plan, the ship broke a few turns in the river, the speed of the end of the head against the current, the rushing boat hit.

"Oh." I only heard a dull crash.

Don't look at the broken ship, it was still firm, and the boat that was hit by the broken ship was slamming, and the middle of it broke.

The old man sitting in the cabin was even slammed, and he smashed out of the cabin and fell into the river.

"Master." The boy suddenly became shocked. He quickly threw the paddle on his hand and jumped up and grabbed the old man who had been thrown out.

The opposite man saw the man who was hit, and the stunned honest man was only stupid and standing on the bow of the ship, subconsciously hugged the medicine that had come to him, and he could not say anything.