Descent of the Phoenix

Blood wash, silent blood wash.

The entire Tianchen country is in a chill.

The Beijing garrison army is unified, the ceremonial Shangshu government, the sergeant minister's office, are all caught in a **** murder, blood color spread, silent but there is a murderous murderous.

In this quiet night, Tianchen Palace is brightly lit, Xuanyuan Yigao sits on the dragon chair, and the brow wrinkles together.

"Your Majesty, how is this handled?" The nine-door admiral was very serious, but his eyes were filled with relief and excitement.

Fortunately, fortunately, I stood in the right direction, otherwise, today he will not be here, but on the side of the **** wash.

Xuanyuan Yi frowned and looked at the boundless night, this summer, it was a summer of events.

"Let her go, it should be cleaned up." Looking at the dark night sky, Xuanyuan is easy to slow down.

Over the years, he knows that there is no fish rule in Shuiqing. The seven countries stand side by side. There is no spoiler and eyeliner in other countries. Sometimes it is used right, and spies and eyeliners can be good for themselves.

However, in the past two years, the left and right sides have become bigger and bigger, and he is a little bit powerless. This traitor is also bigger and mad, and the mania has now jeopardized the fate of his life.

It’s time to clean up and let Haoyue take out what he can’t do.

The nine-door admiral listened to his words and suddenly said: "That, it’s so late, my Majesty is also thinking about it, and the micro-committee is guarding his knees."

Xuanyuan easily sighed and sighed, nodded, and got up and left.

The nine-door admiral immediately followed up. Today, you don’t want to walk around yourself. It’s your own death, and he has to guard the emperor’s majesty. Today’s officials should not go away, and the emperor’s majesty should not go away.

Some people can't save, and some can't go.

The night is filled with stars, stars, and moons, all hidden in the dark, black and scary.

The second general of Tianchen, the General of the General of Fei, was bloody.

"Say." The fingertips made a force, only to hear a crack of the crack, and the eldest son's hand bones were once again broken.

"I don't know, I really don't know, ah, you killed me..." The man who was constantly struggling on the ground, his face was twisted and his limbs were no longer shaped.