Descent of the Phoenix

What she wants is just the happiness of two people. So simple, all she wants is the happiness of two people.

However, why the national hate hate, the power of the heavens, the mysterious clan, must intervene, she is offended.

Slowly reach out and take the gold medal, hold it tight, how can it be like this? How could this be?

Why is Murong’s mother’s identity like this, why is it like this? Damn, **** it.

The eyes swept through the gold medal and made a thin post under the arrow, which was written in the same ancient text on the ancient book: "On the day of the wedding, when the sky is gone."

The simple eight words, not arrogant, not arrogant, but the lingering from the bones of the world, just broke, but so madly exudes.

The proud five countries can't get a thin post.

The five fingers tightened tightly, and the gold medal made the arrow twist under the pressure of Haoyue, making the pattern above it even more strange.

I was cold and faceless, and I was stunned. I suddenly fell and walked out.

Xuanyuan easily sees this after the high voice: "You are not so selfish, right? You have to be clear..."

"Wrong, I am so selfish, I want to go to **** with two people together." The back disappeared on the secret road, and the iron-blooded words made Xuan Yiyi sit down to the ground, desperate.

The night is getting darker and the smell of water in the air is getting heavier and heavier.

The wind blew through, with the smoke and rain coming from the face.

"No, even if it is to destroy the country, it will never be separated. If I want to leave Xuanyuan Che, I can't do it. I can't do it." Hold the ancient book in her hand, she doesn't want everything in a book. Give up Xuanyuan Che, no, she can't do it.

Powerful, mysterious clan, turning hands for the clouds to cover the rain.

But what about it, what about it, what is the life of the whole world, she is always selfish, she is not so great, she only cares about her and Xuanyuan’s life and death, and the other is dead and closed. What is she?

The face is iron cold, but the heart is hurting.