Descent of the Phoenix

When the voice fell, the look of the face of the king of the island was changed.

The mood fluctuated in an instant, and almost everyone in the hall could feel it.

It seems as if he has been identified his weaknesses and defeated.

Eventually the angry mask collapsed, leaving only the thin but reddish eyes.

"Hey." With a sigh, the king of the island looked up slowly and his eyes slowly and red.

Standing on the high platform, Ouyang Yufei’s stunned half-reverberation returned to the silver family of God.

After a moment of silence.

There was a hint of relief on the surface, a hint of helplessness, a trace of sadness, all kinds of complex emotions, and intertwined expressions.

Afterwards, I slowly looked at the King of the Island, who looked at the top of the palace.

"We have forgotten how smart this child is.

He can detect the difference, can do such a big move, and he will not guess the idea of ​​Wang Zun.

This is the best child in the world who knows Wang Zun. ”

The words mixed with too many complicated emotions fell, and the silver family long sighed deeply.

The hall of death, because this sounds strange, but it is full of feelings, and the changing atmosphere begins to fluctuate.

The **** red eyes stopped struggling.

Xuanyuan Che, Yun Zhao, Capricorn, all looked at the past.

Even the two small hedges and Lingyu quietly looked at them.

And the high and high protection of the left and right, a pair of eyes, the eyes are flashing absolute shock and surprise.

What does it mean?

The most understanding of Wang Zun, then this Ouyang is doing everything in flight, this...

They are a bit confused and understand a little.

Slowly shook his head, and the king of the island bowed his head.

Looking at the reluctance to hold up a smile, quietly watching his Ouyang Yufei.

The slyness in the eyes, the persistence in the eyes, the admiration in the eyes...

The King of the Island, once again, sighed deeply, slowly reaching out and gently touching the head of Ouyang Yufei.

"You, why can't you be stupid?"

Gently sighing, mixed with is not just cold and angry.

It is deep and gentle.

That is a true feeling.