Descent of the Phoenix

Sitting in the rude bed of the house, Ouyang Yufei looked at the slumbering moon, and reached out and rubbed the black hair in front of the cheeks, and sighed softly.

On the edge of the cloud called against the bed, a mouthful of wine poured into his mouth.

One can't see the white gold alone night, standing on the edge of the window, carrying the blue sky outside the window.

The atmosphere in the room is very cold and heavy.

Outside the door, Du Yi and Tian Ya were sitting down, like two door gods.

No one talks this night and night, the silence makes people suffocate.

Once again, he looked at the moon that was stunned by him. Ouyang Yufei reached out and took the jug in the hands of Yun Zhao, and took a sip on his head.

On that day, if it wasn’t for him to shoot fast, I’m afraid that the month is not crazy and I have to completely change my sex.

That kind of sudden change, even if they are a bit unacceptable, not to mention the Xuanyuan 辕 辕 若 。 。 。 。.

I only hope that after a day and night of lethargy, when I wake up, it is a good thing not to be too excited.

"Want to wake up?"

Under the sip of a drink, I have never talked alone, and suddenly turned slowly, watching the sleepy moon.

Ouyang nodded at the flight.

He started to be measured and could not sleep for too long.

"What should I do?" Yun Zhao leaned on the bed and looked at Haoyue.

In a short day and night, it seems that everyone is old, and the green beard on the chin has come out, and his eyes are bloody.

After thinking about it day and night, he still didn't think that after the waking month, they said, how to deal with it, how to solve it.

They know the temper and the feelings of the moon.

However, because it is too understandable, there is nowhere to start.

That is the emotion that no one can insert or mediate.