Descent of the Phoenix

"Little doll, hey, I like it, I like it." Ling Yu also squatted at the feet of Haoyue, with a smile on his fingers and gently licking the belly of the moon.

Two and a half size, a little suspect is not avoided.

But no one cares, what to think about with children.

"Go away." Ouyang Yu Fei reached out and took a corner of the cane chair, looking at Yun Zhao and Capricorn.

Yun Zhao saw this smile, helplessly stepped forward and took a corner.

And Capricorn said: "Why should I go?"

"It's very simple. For the prince of Mohe, you have the qualification to lift the chair of our queen." Ouyang is quite elegant in flying.

The people on the side were surprised, the prince of Mohe, this Capricorn...

In the eyes of Capri, the light flashed, and the nose touched the smile. Nothing was refuted. He reached out and held another corner.

There are people on the three sides, this last party.

"I am coming." On the side, even with a chuckle, he shook his head and walked up: "This stubborn month."

Here, Yun Zhao is the former Prince of the Snow, Ouyang Yufei is now the king of the island, Capricorn is the prince of Mohe.

And the team that can match this, in addition to her Queen of the Northern Shepherd, do not make other candidates.

The four sides gathered together, and Xuanyuan Che did not refuse it. He gently picked up the moon and placed it on the specially made wicker chair.

Turning around, a group of six people went away from the temple.

The rest of Chen Taihou and others saw this and looked at each other. They shook their heads and smiled with the past.

The high level of this sedan chair, I am afraid that looking forward to the future, it is unlikely that someone can surpass, this, the whole world is under her.

I don’t think there is a chance to sit on it.

The morning bell rang and the salutes piled up.

Wenwu Baiguan three long live, straight through the clouds.

The flag is open, and the dragonfly is phoenix.

Twenty-four rides, one hundred and eight rides followed by one thousand and one hundred and eight rides.

After the striker, the black gold dragonfly slowly came.

The golden dragon hovered over it, the fiery phoenix nirvana with it.

Xuanyuan, a black-gold robes, supported the waist of Haoyue, standing tall above the dragon and accepting the worship of the people along the way.

"The emperor has lived for thousands of years."