Descent of the Phoenix

"Old and earnest." Folding fan lightly, Ouyang Yufei looked at the rushing Tianchen two-wing forward, bitter and deep hatred: "Today you can finally eat rice."

Xuanyuan Che listened to the black eyebrows, how it sounded like he deducted Ouyang Yufei's diet in general, although these two days are less eaten.

The eyebrows stretched out, and the next month followed with a sentence: "Go back, prepare to eat."

After drinking five days of porridge, today I only ate a few grains of porridge that can be clearly counted. Although Haoyu is not picky, it is not picky about this.

She does not want to lose weight.

Listening to the words of Haoyue in the ear, Xuanyuan Che is not a black face for a time, laughing is not.

However, the serious emotions were beaten by the two men, and they were killed. Now they laughed and reached out and hooked the tip of Haoyue’s nose: "Well, go back and prepare to eat."

Looking at Xuanyuan Che’s smile, Hao Yue pulled Xuanyuan’s hand and turned to go backwards.

Step by step, the eye of the moon suddenly saw a mountain standing in front of it, and the abruptly stood on the plain, very high, quite a bit of a small mountain.

Suddenly stopped in a month, when I arrived, I rushed too quickly, but I didn’t see it.

"How?" Looking at the eyes of Haoyue, Xuanyuan’s slightly different road, what is a beautiful mountain?

If there is no Xuanyuan, then the moon is up and down, left and right, and the left and right are half-sounding: "Go, go up."

After all, without waiting for the voice to fall, take Xuanyuan Che to walk toward the Dushan.

Ouyang Yufei sees this also a bit inexplicable. What is good about a mountain?

However, knowing that this person is absolutely not doing useless work, it is definitely what is in the heart, and the fan in the hand is swaying and catching up.