Descent of the Phoenix

Yan Hu, who was driving, looked up and saw the high standing on the hillside, overlooking their moon.

The corner of the mouth outlined a smile, and with a wave of hand, the entire team immediately stopped.

The wind of the grassland, blowing the black hair of the moon, with an absolute sharpness, with a dreamy beauty.

Stepping off the rut, Yanhu turned and went to the curtain of the carriage behind him.

Haoyue looked at such a move.

The nervous heart suddenly jumped out, and there is, there is...

The light-colored curtains slowly opened, revealing two people inside.

The eyes of Haoyue, who have been staring at the curtain for a long time, can no longer move, and can no longer move.

Inside, the man who leaned in the carriage.

The black hair, the knife and the axe of the general five senses, the darkness with a dark red scorpion, the enchanting combined with the breath of iron and blood...

Everything is so familiar.

It is engraved in the heart and is integrated into the bone marrow.

I thought that I couldn’t see it in this life, I couldn’t meet it anymore, and I couldn’t meet again.

Only when you dream back at midnight, can you meet and be able to touch people.

Xuanyuan Che, her Xuanyuan Che.

Her Xuanyuan Che is not dead, he is still, still...

Huge surprises linger in the heart, but in the blink of an eye, nothing has been done, nothing is too late to do, completely rigid in place, just stand.

The breeze blew through her hair, and it was mad and mad.

Standing quietly, time seems to be still at this moment.

Both sides stopped the action. That's right. It’s so far away.

Half leaning on the carriage, Xuanyuan Che looked up at the high moon standing on the high slope.