Descent of the Phoenix

The white man suddenly smiled and shook his head.

"Where am I?" Da En did not say thank you, saying that Xie is superfluous, but Haoyue is very open, but she is not Xuanyuan, but...

"Valley." The white man smiled and looked down at Haoyue, while stretching his fingers and gently massaged the corners of Haoyue.

"I am so beautiful here, I live for a few more days." Quite casually.

Haoyue frowned, what is this answer.

"However, it should be a little away from Tianchen." The white man has a double-eyed eye.

Not waiting for the month to ask, the white man quite carelessly said: "I hate to fight."

fight? When I heard this in the first month, my heart immediately became clear. Does this mean that Tianchen is fighting? Xuanyuan Che does not say that it will not fight, how can it... Is it because...

The mind quickly turned a lot of thoughts, but the moon did not ask, and there was no mood fluctuation in the face.

Just the fist, the subconscious grip.

I glanced at the flowers outside the window, and the sudden silence of the moon: "Southern Song Dynasty."

"Smart." The white man suddenly snapped a finger: "I hate cold weather, it is warm here." It is quite irresponsible, quite arbitrary, but there is no way to refute it, just as his hate is a matter of course. .

And this hate, but also has considerable appeal, attracting people around, feel that they should hate such a climate in general.

Haoyue raised his eyes and swept the white man, this man's big gas field, the charm of the charm.

Looking at the white man, Hao Yue discovered that his hand has always stayed in his own horns, massage for himself, she actually did not feel the slightest rejection, this......

The heart is doing this, the white man suddenly leaned over, gently kissed his forehead in the moon, and chuckled: "Wake up, still rest, let you ask tomorrow."

The scorpion of the moon suddenly sank, and she did not wait for her to get angry. The white man was directly pressed in her temple, and was stunned by the moon, and immediately closed her eyes.

The white man looked at the moon that had slept, and the smile on his lips deepened. He squeezed the cheeks of Haoyue and smiled. "This kind of face is like a face, but the temper is like a wild horse. It is a tiring life. what."

Inexplicable words, I don’t know if I heard it.

Outside the window, the mountain flowers are bright and the leaves are colorful.