Descent of the Phoenix

The harlequin's makeup is reflected in the flames.

The red exaggerated lips, the black, translucent eyes, the flamboyant oil paint on the entire face, looks strange.

"Okay, come here..."

"Good, good..."

The applause came one after another, and the clowns drilled in the circle of fire.

For a time, the noise of the silent atmosphere was brought up, and the big guys looked at the six monks who painted themselves as clowns.

I can't drink good wine in my hand, and I watched it for a moment, suddenly straightened up straight, sitting upright.

With a sharp eye, he fixedly stared at one of the six people on the open space.

It was a very strong young man, his hands turned around on the ring of fire, but he burned and did not hurt him, attracting a lot of good voices.

However, this is not the reason to attract the moon.

Looking at this person, the eyes of Haoyue stunned.

How does this person's back feel so familiar? Seems to have seen it somewhere, Haoyue blinked and stared at the man who was constantly in the rotten.

At this time, the former Prince of the Southern Song Dynasty, who had been timidly shrinking and watching, now the prince, looked at Xuanyuan Che’s mood very well, and waved his hand quietly.

Immediately, his three sisters, who could be regarded as princesses, were dressed in Chinese costumes and walked up with three plates.

There were three cups of gold in the plate.

Slim, the three women walked to the Xuanyuan Chess Moon Cloud to gently squat in front of the body, raised the gold plaque in his hand.

Xuanyuan Che converges to look at the eyes of the monks, coldly looking at the three costumed princesses below, now the county magistrate.

On the side of the prince, I immediately stood up and walked toward Xuanyuan. "Wang Shang, this is our south... This is our specialty here, we can't eat anywhere else.