Descent of the Phoenix

Father, you are your king, and when I am there, Tianchen will never die.

You better not do anything in the dark, I didn't do it, and the month didn't ask, it doesn't mean we don't know anything, Father, don't force me. ”

The cold words made Xuanyuan easy to fight a chill.

"This is the case, if it is letting me hear once, the father..."

"Wang Ye." Xuanyuan Che's resolute words have not finished, Yan Hu suddenly ignored the guards at the entrance of Tianchen Palace, quickly rushed in, and the ear quickly said a few words in Xuanyuan Che's ear.

"Hey." Xuanyuan Che's face was furious, and his hand turned over. One palm hit the case on the side, and the sandalwood case was immediately broken into pieces.

"Okay, okay, it’s my good father, good grandfather."

Sen coldly glanced at Xuan Yiyi, Xuanyuan Che turned and strode out, the black and red figure with a murderous and fury.

Xuanyuan Yi sat down on the dragon chair, that look, how much anger, how many heartaches, his king...

"Hey, Cheer, the father is for you." Reaching his forehead, half a ring, Xuanyuan Yi sighed deeply.

"When you wait for your feelings to be lost when you can't give up, you don't want to stop today. Then, children, you will be better."

Gently muttered to me, no one could hear.

The sigh was half-sounding, and Xuanyuan’s wrist was slightly moved. A gold medal made the arrow slide down from the sleeves, and fell heavily on the ground. In the quiet Tianchen Palace, a crisp sound was heard.

Xuanyuan easily played a cold war and looked at the gold medal at the foot.

Quite beautiful, not new, with a bit old, with a history of annual rings.

But only one gold medal makes the arrow, but it exudes unparalleled solemnity and majesty. It is not owned by Tianchen, nor is it possessed by the seven countries.

That is……

Leaning over the gold medal on the ground, Xuanyuan easily held it in his hand.