Descent of the Phoenix

Men do men's things, and the proud cloud country is the opposite, can not stand alone night, it is a contest between men, not related to women.

He hasn't been stingy enough to see a woman who can't help, just as she is pointing her kindness, though he doesn't need it.

The Xuanyuan Che grabbed the arm, and the powerful strength of the sleeves was uploaded. The hot temperature of the man was spread all over the body.

Qinglian Princess suddenly had a soft body, and she relied on Xuanyuan to walk forward.

"Che." Soft, with lust, with a delicate, Qinglian princess gently shouted Xuanyuan Che's name.

It’s hot to let go of the clothes on my body.

"Whoever allowed you to call the name of the king." A sigh, Xuanyuan turned his head and looked cold.

His name is only allowed to call his moon, other people, kill innocent.

He turned his head, and the whole body leaned against the Qinglian princess on his arm and raised his head. The unparalleled face was completely reflected in Xuanyuan’s eyes.

Red twin cheeks, magnificent, like the sun and the moon, such a look and posture, is not who is the moon?

Haoyue?

Xuanyuan has a blink of an eye, how can it be a month?

As soon as the mind is doing this, the body collapses, and the repressed fiery moment is like the wildfire.

His lunar month.

"Che." Stumbled and ripped open his clothes, and the whole Qing Princess princess clung to the past.

The blue air is sizzling, and the silk is lingering. In this world, it floats like a god's house, and the illusion is dusty.

The sun is shining and fascinating.

The foot is extremely fast, wearing a forest.

One after the other, the moon and the solitary night, silently, only go quickly, all the way in the absence of any strange, only the blood on the shoulders of the moon, drop by drop.

The sound of water ticks, the mountain wind is quiet.

A flying body rushed out of the fragrant scent of the fragrant, sunny and golden, and suddenly the eyes were eager and cheerful, and a mountain was standing here.