Descent of the Phoenix

The eyebrows are not painted and sly, the lips are not fresh, and the eyes are like stars, and the style is extraordinary.

For a moment, everyone around me was quiet, and my heart flashed through this thought.

I saw that the carriage was a simple crescent white gown, and the black hair was a bunch of casual, without any extra decoration, but it was a natural and independent.

A cold body, a body of wind.

The black star-like star sweeps through the crowd, and the bright sunshine is almost enchanted by him. It is as handsome as a painting, and it is the best in the world.

The people of Zhongjiang Lake are not the ones who have never seen the world. At this time, when they see such a beautiful man, they are all in a state of utter loss.

The white man glanced at the people around him and walked toward the inn. The coachman followed.

When the white people disappeared into the inn, the talents outside the store reacted, and they didn’t know what to say.

If it is said that a woman with such a beautiful look, they look dumbfounded and said the past, this is obviously a man.

They are so moral, it’s just...

Just, but I don’t know what it is, that is, he is attracted to his eyes, and his eyes can’t stop being stuck on him, as if he was born to be noticed by thousands of people.

Thinking about it now, it’s quite inexplicable.

The people who responded to it regretted for a time, how they were attracted by a man, and forgot to tell him whether they could live and let them live in the store. At this time, people were gone, and where did they go to find him? Go, do you really want to sleep in the wild today?

For a time, the whole store was still noisy than just now.

Entering the room, the coachman retired the innocent treasurer, accompanied by the white man who entered the Tianzi No.1 room.

"Master, drink tea." Folding the straw hat on the top of the head, the coachman reveals his true colors, severe and cold, this is not the first blood shadow defender Du Yi.

"No." The white man looked up and saw the splendid spring jasmine that was opening outside the eye.

Excellent color and excellent style.

Look closely, that eye is not the moon.

It’s just more beautiful than the thirteen-year-old Xiaoyue, and the more scented, the same as the Lin of the last life.