Descent of the Phoenix

On the black grass, Xuanyuan Che saw this hand pulled through the moon, and walked out slowly.

The grass is delicious and colorful.

When they came, the mood of the two became more and more good.

The sun is hollow, the bright sunshine is sprinkled from the sky, the more flowers and flowers are blooming, and the flowery people are drunk.

In the bamboo house, the white medicine looked at the distance. At this time, the road slowly said: "It has already gone."

The look was cold and there was no such thing as the shape and color of the anger.

Put the medicine in the hands of the black grass, listen to the corner of the mouth, the five fingers on the sandalwood box.

In an instant, I saw the hard sandalwood box, which was shattered silently, turned into powder, and flowed from the five fingers of the medicine.

A white medicine fingertip clip, put away the black grass in the sawdust.

If the weight is so light and the power is properly controlled, I am afraid that Xuanyuan Che can't do it so delicately and without hurting it.

The sun shone from the window of the bamboo house, as if it were a layer of gold wire.

In Jin Guangzhong, the medicine of the back of the window was torn open, and from the part of the chest, a thin layer of skin-like things was pulled up, and the whole one fell from the top.

A black hair flies.

Throw it away, the thin skin-like thing falls into the stove of the bamboo house that has been warmed with medicine, and instantly burns into fly ash.

At the same moment, the white medicine was wiped on the face, and it was thrown away, and the thin things were annihilated.

Turning side by side, the two of the bamboo houses walked behind the bamboo house.

Bamboo forests, the breeze blowing, rustling.

There is no such thing as a sunny day, but there is a bit of a gloomy saying that it is not clear.

Deep in the bamboo forest, on the thickest soil, a scarlet flower is blooming. Look closely, it is not the original color of the flower.

Red glamorous, red bloodthirsty.