Descent of the Phoenix

If Xianbei does not have the ability to hold her, she will definitely not be able to show their attitude at the beginning, which is not necessary for them to remind.

But she has to look at it, what is their self-sustaining?

"Yes, then why don't we have a look." With a wave of gowns, Haoyue slowly stood up.

Beside him, the Xiongkuo patriarch and others looked at Haoyue, but they did not get up and stopped. Not to mention Haoyue, they said that Ouyang Yufei behind her, such a skill, no one is an opponent.

"The feast has no feast, the regent, we..." behind the Ouyang Yufei also stood up, stepping forward to smile toward the moon, and unexpectedly did not finish, Ouyang Yufei suddenly shook, a support Unable to step back, the face changed instantly.

The calm and calm sky fell down when the covered Ouyang Yufei, his face changed for the first time.

A hand grabbed the back of the chair, eagerly yelling at the moon: "Poisonous, fast..." The word has not been spit out from the mouth, Ouyang flew in the body again, and his face turned pale and bloody, and the body slowed down. Slowly down, it slipped down the ground.

When I saw this face, my face did not change, but my eyes suddenly tightened.

Who is Ouyang Yufei? That is a poisonous ancestor, the island of the island, so powerful toxins, are waiting for it, today I did not notice it at all, just like this...

The eyes are tight, and she does not wait for her to react. The moment in her mind is a mess, and the body can't lift her strength. It is like being deprived of the strength of the whole body.

In the final consciousness, Haoyue only realized that there must be a problem with the bowl of wine.

A bowl, she and Ouyang Yufei, two poisonous ancestors of different eras, did not find the poisonous wine.

The first time, the ship was overturned in the gutter.

The sky is still blue, and the white clouds fly in the sky.

On the grassland, I hope that the conference is going on in full swing and it will be very lively.

On the high platform of the Xianbei and the 17th Nationality, the sullen smile accompanied by the cold wind of the early spring, fluttered and went up.