Descent of the Phoenix

Fear, yes, fear, he can't be afraid, they come to the door.

The more they are afraid, the brighter the moment in their minds, the faster they turn.

They, Xuanyuan Che came, that month, that is the month of Murong, three months ago, who is like a good old man?

Haoyue, Murong Yuyue.

The whole heart jumped into the eyes of the blind man. It was like a moment of falling into the hail, the whole body was cold and trembling, and the cold could not breathe.

It’s her, it’s the one who kills and kills Murong from the hell.

It’s not overseas, it’s Murong’s moon, and he’s Murong’s moon.

Not him, wrong, wrong, they are wrong after Kim.

What they are rewarding is not for the post-golden brain, a faithful moon, but the **** of killing, is the Shura Murong.

Murong Yuyue, Xuanyuan Che, they came, they came together.

Come to him to settle the account, come to them and revenge.

Feijing, who has experienced the sorrow of the moon, can't control the heartbeat. Others don't know the power of Haoyue. He knows that he has seen the moon that kills him. He has seen that chill, the Buddha blocks the Buddha, and the **** resists. God-loving Murong Yuyue.

He knows more, after he ran away, the news came from Tianchen.

Zuo Xiangfu, the Ministry of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, the Ministry of Rites, the Queen of the Book, the Queen of the Will, the Prince, all those who participated in the fight against Xuanyuan Che, none of them lived.

Blood wash, a **** wash at the door.

"No... can't... can't let him...we..." trembled, the words that couldn't be said, Fiji, clenched their teeth.

"Hey, what are you talking about?"

"You can't let them turn over the golden days, can't let them succeed."

Can't let Murong Yuyue and Xuanyuan Che jointly turn over their golden days, can't let them succeed, or else they will be gold, they will be gold...

Fei Chengli was afraid of the moon, and also betrayed Hou Jin in front of Xuanyuan Che, but he loved his country, just as he could sacrifice so much for Jin Jin, he still turned to the post-Golden country.

"Come, let's cast a firework glass bullet, fast."