Descent of the Phoenix

The back is cold, and there is never a cold back.

Haoyue only felt that the back was cold and biting, she never had such a mistake, and such mistakes were fatal.

I ignored the four people's faces stiff and tight.

Ouyang Yufei gently touched the broken bell and shook his head: "Unfortunately, I will do this too, can not play its power, otherwise..."

"Otherwise?" Xuanyuan's brows were deep and wrinkled, and I was determined to watch Ouyang Yufei.

"Take the soul to take pictures." Ouyang Yufei gently threw these four words.

"The soul of the town." At the moment when Ouyang Yufei’s four words were exported, the cloud called a shock and jumped up.

One hit a roof that had been destroyed by Ouyang in flight.

The instant carriage became a **** carriage.

Can't take care of the gaffe, the cloud call has shrunk again, and the face is sharply distorted.

I don't know if he is shocked, surprised, or excited.

On the other hand, Xuanyuan Che was shocked to hear that Ouyang Yufei’s voice fell.

The five fingers clenched into a fist, and the nails fell deep into the palm.

It seems that I can only rely on that pain to remind him that this is not a dream, this is true.

"Heaven, the soul of the town, the soul of the town, heaven, heaven..."

The autumn marks on one side are already demented, and they can only be repeated and repeated.

Looking at the few people in front of the week, the Taishan Mountain collapsed in front of him and his face changed, and today they are in a state of disappointment.

Haoyue did not raise his eyebrows slightly.

"Whoever tells me what the soul of this town is."

The hands are close together in the sleeves, and the sound of the moon is very stable and cold.

Cold words have invisible appeal and pressure.

The high temperature that caused the linear temperature to rise in this compartment began to calm down.

Xuanyuan Che and several other people are masters of emotion control.

After a moment of extreme excitement, the look calmed down immediately.

"Month, you may not have heard of the soul of the soul, the weapon of the first martial arts weapon three hundred years ago."

Precipitating the mood, Xuanyuan Che slowly opened.

"The war between Zhao Guo and Yasukuni at the time three hundred years ago,