Descent of the Phoenix

Slowly said: "Why not come back?"

“Why are you coming back?” Haoyue did not answer.

"Do not let go." The voice of Haoyue has not fallen, and the left guard is a cold drink.

It’s a shame that the moon protects the left and protects the law.

"This is the rule of the island." The king of the island, Shou, waved his hand to the left guard, and his eyes were still locked in the moon.

"The rules can be abolished."

Listening to the answer that Haoyue didn't want to answer.

The Guardian of the Island of Heaven sneaked for a moment, and the sight swept over the moon and fell on Xuanyuan Che, who was next to her.

"Is it because of this person?

Yes, the rules can be abolished, but why are people abolished?

Haoyue, you forgot.

Your mother, your uncle brother, grandfather, ancestors, all here, the rules can not, are you not to these people? ”

One month, I heard a slight wrinkle in my brow: "I have no feelings with you."

The king of the island, Shen Zun, heard a sudden drop in his face.

The voice is not angry and prestige: "Well, in this case, come and kill the Nalan water that has been hanged on the cliff for women."

"Yes." Immediately after the curtain, someone responded.

"You dare." I was angry when I was a month.

For the rest of the Nalan family, she really has no feelings, she has never seen it, and she talks about her feelings from somewhere.

For the island, it is even more hateful.

But Nalan water is different, it is her mother, the mother of this body, that is her mother.

She can say nothing about it, but definitely does not include Nalan Water.

The weapon is shot, and the moon will turn over.

Ouyang Yufei, who was next to her, saw this and quickly shot, holding down the hand of Haoyue, and shook her head gently toward her.

The king of the island, Wang Zun, saw this, but the sudden anger was slightly subsided.

Looking at Hao Yue's slow road: "Since it can't be put down, why not come back? This is not your enemy, but your home country."

The voice is a bit heavy, especially the last word of the home country.

"Back? Not an enemy? I thought we were just an enemy."

The moon's mouth outlines a sneer of sarcasm.

Jokes, from the beginning to the present, are all killing, not an enemy.