Descent of the Phoenix

Responding to him is a glimpse of the moon.

Small things, how could it be a small matter.

Can marry her, can pass Ouyang Yufei, alone night, Yun Zhao, these eye injuries, how could it be a small matter.

Be aware that these few people are as good as foxes.

That eye is made into steel for a long time.

If it weren't for the danger of the injury, how could they pass them and let them think he was dead.

It’s only time to tell her small things.

The eyes of Haoyue are round again in an instant.

Although she also knows that the human body is sometimes amazing.

For example, she heard that bullets passed through her head, but people did not have anything, it was a magical angle.

But it happened to Xuanyuan Che's body, so that she couldn't do anything if she had nothing to do.

Looking at Haoyue’s eyes, he was so sweet and helpless that Xuan’s heart was so sweet and helpless that he had to reach into the clothes of Haoyue and touched the skin.

Very white, very flexible and very delicate.

However, it is impossible to ignore the numerous scars on it.

The old ones are still not good, and the new ones are already on the rise.

The kind of scars are subject to the outside world, but also do it yourself.

Gently stroked, Xuanyuan Che did not say anything, but the eyes fixedly looked at Haoyue, where the pain revealed, almost drowning everything.

The moon was so distressed, and I grasped the hand of Xuanyuan Che: "It is over."

When the voice fell, Haoyue suddenly frowned slightly.

This is exactly the same as what Xuanyuan Che said to her.

Two pairs of hopes, eyes mixed.

The love and hate inside are intertwined, and the pain inside is unbearable, and it is clear and distressing.

"Okay, we are not investigating."

Silenced for a long time, Haoyue sighed softly, holding Xuanyuan's hand, leaning against Xuanyuan's arms.

As long as the person is still there, as long as the person is not dead.