Descent of the Phoenix

The hand holding the horse is suddenly tight, and the heart of the moon is sinking. Xuanyuan is clear.

Why is he here?

How did he come this time? He should be in the sky of thousands of miles away.

Is it because I heard the news from her, so is it coming?

The moment in my heart is mixed.

Ouyang Yufei, who was almost alongside Haoyue, saw a faint smudge in the eyebrows and smiled at Haoyue.

The eyebrows are deep.

The horse is flying like a flying horse. Xuanyuan is full of face and blue eyes. He has come and stayed for a long time. He didn't want to meet the first sentence, but he didn't love him.

Damn, this is not the case.

"You turned me around." A horse, Xuanyuan Che Lema stood behind the moon, watching the back of Haoyue, his face sinking like water, it was a big noise.

The cold wind is quiet, and the place is silent.

Everyone's eyes noticed the back of the moon.

Slowly turned, a red skin, emitting a dazzling color in the sun.

Head up, faintly locked in the eyes of the anger of the fire in the Xuanyuan Che.

There is a slight cyan on the chin, and the demon charm is like the face of Rakshasa. At this time, with the wind and frost, with anger.

But the eyes are bright and amazing, and the bright ones can almost melt everything.

There is anger in it, but more is gratifying, peace of mind, endless joy.

There is no regrets and deep feelings inside, let this snowy world, under the eyes, destroy the color.

Her Xuanyuan Che, her Xuanyuan Che.

Almost a little crazy to see this man covered in wind and frost, not seen for a few months, originally thought that do not want to, do not read, will not be rude.

However, if you really are right, you know that everything is a lie, and the deep thoughts hidden in your heart have already invaded the bone marrow and brought together into the ocean.

Greedy look at the handsome face of the angry face, the original thoughts have been so deep.

The wind flutters and the sound is silent.

The fixed look of the body in front of the body, the face of a hundred thousand turns in the dream, the anger in the eyes, as early as the moment of the turn of the moon, has disappeared.