Descent of the Phoenix

The boy’s white medicine heard the sound and glanced at the moon and Xuanyuan Che, who didn’t know. He didn’t know, and he was definitely a small drug dealer in Baicheng.

None of these big drug dealers, small drug dealers, ignored.

Turning directly to the moment, I ignored the Xuanyuan Che and the moon, and the drug Weng did not turn one.

Looking at the faces of the top three drug dealers in Baicheng, the face of Yao Weng’s face sank to the end: “No?”

"No." The three men looked at each other and answered the answer neatly.

"No, what are you doing? A group of rice barrels, rolling." The drug was suddenly angry, and the white beard almost blew into the sky.

This temper is really not good.

The face of the three major drug dealers was green and white in an instant. If you don't care about the unscrupulous means of this drug, it is estimated that they will rush to the top.

Fucking, he didn't say that he only had black grass.

They want to know that he only needs this and he must not come.

"Roll, the old man didn't get angry, rolled, gave me... Hey, what smell?" The angry drug Weng fell into the sleeves, snarled at the three people, and after a word has not finished, suddenly the nose tipped, The exposed face was quiet.

Turn your head, turn around, and look along the fragrance.

I saw that Xuanyuan Che, leaning against the trunk, opened a sandalwood box in his hand, and the inside was full of blood red, which looked like a **** agate grass, lying in the box at the right end.

The angry eyes flashed in the golden light, and the medicine was like a dog who saw the bones and was excited.

"Black grass, black grass." Both hands waving, medicine Weng with a speed and skill that the absolute sixty or seventy-year-old did not have, flew toward Xuanyuan.

Xuanyuan looked at the medicine and swooped, and the wrist suddenly shook. The sandalwood box was immediately closed and held in the hands of Xuanyuan Che.

When the medicine that rushed up was suddenly slammed, it would take fire.