Descent of the Phoenix

Otherwise, the sound of the piano can't be volatilized at all, and the beast can't hear it, and talk about what to control.

She will not have a single internal force, and the sound of the piano will be ordinary. It is obviously unrealistic to practice from the beginning. This is a sound beast, she should not think about it.

However, if she does not practice what will control the beast, she will find another shortcut, and the wind blade can also kill people.

Sharp air fluctuations can produce a lot of energy, especially the sharp twitching of a moment, absolutely enough to cause death, this is aerodynamics, what she has learned.

Killing people with the wind blade is in line with her current desire not to reveal the deity.

Murong Haoyue has a good skill, but she won't do this, and this, the moon will meet.

Murong Yuyue is a woman, and she is now a man.

The handsome and boundless, one blows the commandment, and it spreads throughout the entire martial arts conference.

Throughout the day, all the topics are centered on Haoyue, the mysterious and unpredictable, but unclear, but handsome and sorrowful.

"Awesome, great, my brother, I know you are so powerful, my brother is still very beautiful." Hey, this self-cooked cloud call, after returning at night, completely abandoned the silence of the moon. The original intention, around the moon, the joy of love is beyond words.

It seems that today is what he won so beautiful.

Haoyue did not pay attention to him, nor did he rush him away, let him talk to himself, and he was too happy to stir up the middle of the night, and then he returned to his room with great interest.

The night is fascinating, and tomorrow is the second day of the conference.

Haoyue leaned against the bedside, bloody, she wants, first, she wants, after Jin Guo, Fei Cheng, 哼.

Thought that hiding in the post-Golden country, she could not find him, restless, and harmed Xuanyuan Che, she said that she would not let go, even if the end of the world, and never let go.

The moon is hollow and silent.

"The silk, the silk." The slight wind rang, tiny.

The moon in the bed opened his eyes and there were people outside.

Shasha, rustling, wind and sound, shadow to.

Haoyue looked at the top of his eyes, his eyes flashed and sneered, yes, by the wind on her roof.

Closing her eyes, she went to see what the outsiders wanted to do.

The shadows are upside down and faintly separated through the window.

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How could it be a brother and sister, absolutely not, there is no grievance in the previous generation, just there are other, as for the other, not to say, 嘿嘿