Descent of the Phoenix

Yang Hucheng and Beimu 500,000 troops, two pairs are opposite.

The starry sky is clean, the silvery moonlight is sprinkled, and there is a dark beauty.

Sitting alone on a high hillside, looking at the zenith of the crescent moon, looking desolate.

The loneliness of one body, the fascination of one body.

Ouyang Yu, who has always been inseparable from the moon, does not know where to go.

The bright moonlight sprinkled on the lonely moon, and it showed a fierce grace.

As soon as he looked up, the wine in his hand poured down and poured into the thin mouth.

Today, Xuanyuan Che has left her for fifty days, for fifty days.

Under a drink, I grabbed the jar of wine and looked at me.

Don't want to, don't watch, don't listen, concentrate on offense and defense, concentrate on attacking.

However, I thought that I didn't think about it, didn't read it, didn't listen, actually saw it, listened, thought, and thought.

The corner of the mouth outlines a bitter smile, and the moon is a bite.

Fifty days, Xuanyuan Che was not around her for fifty days.

Oh, so clear, there is no need to think about it.

She didn't need someone to remind me at all, she knew that she could not be clear.

The person who thought that he would always be with her, can’t see it now, can’t touch it, and can’t feel it completely.

Only when he dreamed back at midnight, he saw his smile, his anger, his happiness, his injury...

It hurts in my heart and hurts into the bone marrow.

Xuanyuan Che, how are you so willing to go so far?

Why are you so willing to leave her alone?

Cruel, too cruel.

It is the most painful to face the dead.

All the sorrows, all the love and hate, all stayed in her heart.