Descent of the Phoenix

Under the blue sky and blue clouds, the carriage came slowly on the official road. It was not too fast or slow, and it seemed that it was not enthusiasm for the hustle and bustle of the city.

Light, cold, like the hot temperature here, can not melt it in general.

Still maintaining its own speed and posture.

It seems to be mediocre, but in fact it is hidden inside the pearl.

The carriage slowly drove over, and on the rut, a coachman pressed a straw hat over his head to cover his original face. In the loud talk of these people, the carriage slowed down slightly and slowly passed.

"There is no way, the sinking wood is coming. This is the first thing to let him be good. We still have the second and third. When it is time, the king will be worshipped." The first big brother who shouted first shook his head.

Shen Mu, I heard that it is not only the first master of the Snow Saint, but among the seven countries, they are all famous figures. They have always been alone, but they did not expect to come today.

One of the carriages sat on the sandalwood cushion, and the hand was over, slowly flipping the album in the hand, and heard the slight pause.

"That can be said, the sinking wood is powerful, but I can hear that the wind city of Chen Guo has also come. Who is the first one? It is not necessarily." Inside the pergola, a man with a wide head and a big ear is loud. Road.

"No, he is here too."

"Wind City is here too, God, how come the masters of this world have come."

"There is still a play of us here." The people in the pergola heard it and complained.

Fengcheng, but also a master of the world, I heard that I disdain the imperial court, and Chen Guo’s decision on how to make a high-ranking official is also indifferent, and how come.

"It seems that there are a lot of people who want this bloody." The carriage slowly passed, and the car was almost whispering a voice.

Very heavy, very cold.

"The master, I received the news, Prince Zhao Guo and the Southern Song Dynasty four kings, have come." A low voice sounded, the same cold.

"Oh, all come." It was not surprising to flip the book's hand and slowly flip it.

“What's the news?” Turning over a book page, the person sitting in the carriage slowly said.