Descent of the Phoenix

The face of Maitreya Buddha was also colored, and the Southern Song Dynasty did not issue a wave of waving.

"There is a false accusation that some people in the valley are surrounded by paintings." After a brief effort outside the curtain, someone immediately reported it.

“Draw a butterfly by painting?” The Southern Song Dynasty’s lord heard a slight surprise.

"Yes, the butterflies in the sky are rushing to the peony in the painting, which is even a wonder." Although the voice of the people is calm, it is mixed with surprise.

"Hey, have these things, look at it." He Lianyun called to hear the words, his face raised a slight surprise, smiled and stood up.

I didn’t say anything when I was alone, but I just stood up.

"Well, go and see who's painting is so god." The Southern Song Dynasty leader also stood up.

The three men walked side by side, slowly descending along the high stairs, and the front guards immediately cleared the way, and the battle was listed.

A light gold, an orange red, two-color radiance and shoulder-to-shoulder, can walk through the front of the moon hidden in the attic.

The fingertips are lightly picked, and the **** are flying. The lightness is as transparent as the water, and should be on the pale golden orange red color.

One finger popped up, and the moon was as fast as a lightning bolt, and it was tightly attached to the gap of the attic.

In the footsteps, the solitary night and Helian Yunzhao turned their heads at the same time, looking in the direction of Haoyue, where the slightest wind of the fingertips did not pass the ears of the two.

No one, no breathing, no breath.

The solitary night frowned, and looked sideways behind He Lianyun’s body, nothing, no abnormalities.

He Lian Yun Zhao also turned his head and looked at the alone night, the slight water traces were not wet, no abnormalities.

The two looked at each other. Is it because they both got the wrong answer at the same time?

A few moves between the eyebrows, the former Southern Song Dynasty king has gone down, and the solitary night and the cloud call for a moment, once again looked at the attic, turned and went on, maybe they were too sensitive.

The Guards went around the trio, and there was no chance for people to start.

A sigh of relief, two people who are so keen, bowed their heads and looked at the people, and there was no loft left. One turned over and jumped quickly to the outside.