Descent of the Phoenix

Only a slight indulgence, the cold look disappeared, and the other hand raised his hand to caress the two small heads.

He is not good at comforting people.

It’s just that the big hand is on top of the head, but it gives people an inexplicable sense of security.

Xuanyuan Xuan and Xuanyuan Yu’s crying louder, all the restlessness and fear during this time, as well as the strong pretense.

All the crying and crying cried out.

That is a sad heart.

And after being alone in the night, he was rescued by a group of children who had been forbearing.

At this time, I couldn’t help but see the red eyes. I gathered around, squatting on the sleeves of the solitary night, holding the thighs of the lonely night, pulling his hand, and screaming and crying.

For a time, the night of being alone was surrounded by the sadness of a group of children crying, and they could not move half a step.

Yun Zhao and Capricorn hiding in the treetops can't help but laugh at the mouth.

The solitary night is a deserted person.

Never comfort people, let alone deal with children.

At this time, so many children around crying, although the face is still cold.

However, the faint helplessness and the incomprehensibility of the shackles are the expressions that Yun Zhao and Capricorn have never seen before, and it is rare to see them.

Therefore, the two men are more and more hiding and watching the excitement.

Can not be separated from this group of children, no one in the night, only standing so cold, let this group of children around him crying.

Spread the snot of tears on his white gold robes.

Moonlight is empty, still cold.

However, the night alone was surrounded by children and wept.

The other side of the tribe gradually calmed down from the fierce shouting.

The sound of the noisy two-party confrontation gradually evolved from the original confrontation between the two sides to what to deal with.

Then, it began to slowly and silently.

The treetops of Capricorn are high, and they are on the side of the tribal open space. It is very clear.

Moonlight under the fire.

A woman in a red robe, wielding a sickle, smashed all the way up, except for the small children in the tribe.

Other adults, one does not stay.

There are a lot of martial arts in the tribe, but they are all unsightly.

In the face of real martial arts masters, it is vulnerable.

Therefore, the rapid fall, even the chance of counterattack is not, completely encircled.