Descent of the Phoenix

He listened to the moon and suddenly raised his eyebrows, slowly leaning against the phoenix tree around him, coldly watching the direction of the footsteps getting louder and louder.

The comer did not hide his proximity, and he was generous.

A reddish inlaid gold, the spring breeze smashed through the treetops, and the people stood in the distance not far from the moon.

A long, long hair bundle with a long waist and a bunch of random draped behind him, the eyebrows fly into the shackles, the eyes under the sword eyebrows, the deep black with the blue of the sea, the cold can freeze everything, but it is beautiful People can't move their eyes.

The ice lotus in the snow, indifferent, but the country.

This is not the prince of the proud cloud, the only night.

Haoyue looked coldly at a casual dress, not afraid of revealing his own identity of the solitary night, the day of the road, she really did not feel wrong, alone night, three years ago saw a lonely night.

I haven't seen it for three years, and this one night is getting colder and colder, and it is more and more unparalleled in the world.

Duo night stood in the night, fixedly watching a cold moon, the eyes sparkling, like a detailed view.

The moon is not moving, let alone seeing the night, this person is different from other people, if it is not careful, it will reveal flaws.

The drow of one body is unconventional, and the beauty of the body is free and easy.

This is the demeanor that men have. This is the genius that men have. This is not what women can have. This is not what women can pretend.

Du Gu night looked at Haoyue deeply, and frowned slightly.

However, this month's feelings for him are too similar, too like the little Wang Hao who was shocked at the sight of her three years ago.

That killing and decisive, full of death and murderous Murong Haoyue.

Such a name is not known, but it is instantly famous, and the famous winged king.

Too much like, if this person is not a man in front of him, he will almost certainly think that he is Murong Yuyue, the little Wang Hao who should have been stationed on the border of Tianchen State.

The indifferent eyes slowly withdrew their attention and looked at the moon in front of them.