Descent of the Phoenix

The ethereal voice is almost whispering, lightly going with the wind, not doing any hovering.

Death must die together.

It’s easier said than done, and it’s hard to do it.

It’s like watching the most loved person lose weight, pale, and die...

I can't do it, I can't do it with a vow to die and die.

The desire to let the other person live is so strong that it is stronger than all.

The shadow of the candle is shaking, and there is no darkness in the night.

"You don't dare to gamble, I bet." In a quiet room, the candle suddenly burst and burst into a knot.

The autumn mark heard a glimpse, and looked up at Haoyue, this...

"Autumn mark, you give me a good listen..." The face is cold, and the moon looks at the autumn mark, and the words begin to explain.

The shadow of the candle swayed and the tree shook.

Tonight, the night is cool like water.

The thick black clouds lingered in the sky and swayed.

Covering the stars, covering up the moon.

The faint glow, it is a black night.

The horseshoes step on the air, flying in the air, breaking through the night sky like ink, awakening the quiet world.

The white horse is like a dragon, and it is yellowish and foggy. In this black world, it flies away, leaving the palace far away, leaving the Chenchen of Tianchen.

A single horse, vertical and horizontal.

The black hair flies in the air, seemingly free and easy, like a decisive, no return.

"Call." The horse rope suddenly tightened, and the moon squatted under the seat of the horse, Lema stood and looked at the figure on the mountain road ahead.

On the mountain road, one person is alone in the middle of the road.

A light blue gown was swaying in the wind, and there was a trace of water vapor on the black hair. I don't know how long the person has waited.

"You are still here." Like a sigh, seemingly helpless, Yun called against the horse behind him, looking at the moon in front of the eyes.