Descent of the Phoenix

"Yu Fei, no one in the world can live without anyone. If there is no one, there will be no discoloration in this world, but for me, he is everything to me, everything I am most eager for."

Without him, I can live, but that... what does it mean. ”

The voice is very heavy, very low, very soft, but it is so heavy, so heartbreaking.

Ouyang Yu Fei did not move, watching the eyes of Haoyue can not be complicated.

Slowly loosen the hand that grabbed Ouyang Yufei, and the moon slowly stood up.

She knows that Ouyang Yufei cares about her. She knows that there is no Xuanyuan Che, she can live, and no one in the world who has left, can not survive.

But what does that mean?

The soul and heart have been taken away by the man, and what else is there.

Therefore, she had to use her hatred to fill herself and remind herself with pain that she still has something to do.

Not self-abuse, just that.

Without moving, Ouyang flew on the ground and looked at the moon that stood up.

That loneliness and sorrow have surrounded her whole.

It hurts to the extreme, and it may be like this.

The eyes closed slowly, and Ouyang Yu’s face slowly appeared distressed and heart-wrenching.

It turned out to be the case.

The breeze blew gently, and the treetops creaked.

Night, very quiet.

In this silence, a footstep suddenly came quickly from a distance.

"What is going on here? Han Fei, who has arrived in a hurry, looks at the appearance and posture of Ouyang Yufei and Haoyue at this time, and can't help but stop.

This is a fight, are these two people fighting?

"What is it?" Haoyue took a deep breath, and the look on the face changed and returned to cold and ruthless.

"Hey, Du Yi's flying pigeons pass the book."