Descent of the Phoenix

The magpie tree is called, and the joy is not coming.

The Jiacheng City main house was a messy one.

Silence, silent silence, filled with a repressed silence that is about to erupt.

Very temperament sitting on the table of the Eight Immortals Xuanyuan Xuan, did not pay attention to the messy state of the surrounding wind, a chicken leg in the left hand, a spoonful of soup in the right hand.

At this point, I was looking at the man with a mouth.

The **** eyes are quite dissatisfied with the man and the woman, constantly talking with their eyes.

Hello, hurry up, I have to eat other things, really.

Other people do not know Xuanyuan Xuan's eyes to pass the language, the man who was locked by Xuanyuan Xuanmu light is willing to come out.

At the moment, the corners of the mouth are cramped, and the stiff look has a slight gap.

This little **** learned these things, this is simply...

If this thing is mouth-to-mouth, eat it in, unless she is crazy, it is absolutely impossible.

At the moment, while raising a cramping smile, it is very gentleman, very gentle, very gentle and very irony... In short, what momentum is taken out of the cramps.

Back to the road: "Well, you eat, you eat, no."

While squatting on Xuan Xuan Xuan, also with the eyes to talk, give me your husband's duty, yours, understand?

When I heard that the man had opened his mouth and said no, Xuanyuan Xuan immediately turned a white eye to the man, saying it early, delaying him to eat.

At the same time, scornful eyes.

You want me to do my husband's duty, hehe.

When the next turn, I swallowed the eggs of the pigeons.

Then start to open the bow around.

It’s not that he is not temperament, nor that he has not eaten anything.

It’s too hungry, and the image is thrown into the head and said.

Xuanyuan Xuan, left and right to open the bow, eat not to say.

The group of people around the Eight Immortals table is almost reaching the critical point of the outbreak.

Such a small child, actually with their three sisters, eyebrows, heaven, eyebrows.

Wife, if they don’t have any wind in their ears, they should all listen to this cry, wife...

This, what is this world?

Is it too late for them to wake up, can't keep up with this world?