Descent of the Phoenix

"It's all my fault, you don't want to be angry, it's my fault." Holding Haoyue, Xuanyuan Che kept whispering and took the mistakes on himself.

The anger is angering and the face is distorted.

Listening to Xuanyuan Che said, Haoyue suddenly grabbed the clothes of Xuanyuan Che’s chest, and said with a blank face: "It’s your fault, who told you to make a temporary appeal, who told you to take your life, who told you to be me? Acting in front..."

"Yes, yes, my fault, it’s all my fault..."

The autumn marks and Yan Hu, far away from the wind, listened to the sounds of Haoyue and Xuanyuan in the night wind, and looked at each other and pouted.

Oh, this is the anger, the typical anger.

Fortunately, they both ran fast, otherwise they would not know what it would be like to be trained.

Mingzhe protects himself. Mingzhe protects himself.

Grasping Xuanyuan's clothes and venting his angry anger, the more the voice is louder.

This is not to say that it is okay. When I vented it, I found out that it was a mistake of Xuanyuan Che, and that the anger was getting more and more different.

In the hands of the subconscious force, just listen to a bang, opened a Xuanyuan Che's clothes, revealing Xuanyuan's chest.

Suddenly, Haoyin stopped and bit his lip.

On the bronze chest, near the heart, a scar is not yet complete.

It is then displayed on it.

The angry anger was thrown away in an instant, and the moon reached out and slowly stroked it.

Just a little bit, just a little.

Looking at Haoyue biting his lip, the face is very unsightly.

Xuanyuan Che extended his hand and held the hand of Haoyue: "The little thing is over."

He is looking at the black statue, the direction, speed, strength, are calculated, it looks very fierce, but in fact it is fierce, but it is absolutely not fatal.