Descent of the Phoenix

Faced with each other, the autumn marks and Yan Hu, standing on either side of the entrance to the main hall, looked at each other.

When I looked back and heard this, I didn’t say anything, and I didn’t have any movements. I just decided to watch the stunned Wang Yu’s king.

Yes, their king will certainly not give up their Wang Hao.

He will give her his blood, he will give her, regardless of whether the premise will have his life, whether the premise is that people deliberately design.

Just because the object is Haoyue, Xuanyuan Che will definitely give it.

The fist is tightly held, the island, the island.

From the beginning to the end, no one was poisoned, no one had a black hand, and even a slight bump did not.

No provocation, no ****, no killing of chickens and monkeys, no killing by knife.

But they are right, some people don't have to kill themselves, and some people's external strength can't kill.

But they also have weaknesses, and that weakness will be fatal if they are hit.

A suffocating atmosphere in the temple.

Xuanyuan Che gently leaned down and printed a deep kiss on the lips of Haoyue.

The dark red eyes waved in the depths of tenderness, no regrets and deep affection.

Whether it is a trap or a trap, the person in front of him is ultimately unable to give up, not to give up, but to save his life and save.

The warm wind is flying, the silk flowers are coming, so quiet and beautiful.

But it is heavy, and it makes people feel sad.

It’s another day.

The blue sky and white clouds cover the golden glory of the radiant, and the rare silky shade.

The apse is in the garden.

The flowers are blooming, and the place is splendid and colorful.

A month of light yellow clothing, moving the neck, a rotating horizontal kick, the wind whistling, it is very effective.

Satisfied nodded, Haoyue pinched his wrist, turned his head and looked at the warm face of Ouyang Yufei: "Your medicine is really good, well."