Descent of the Phoenix

In the sky, a round of crescent moon is hanging high, and it is unusually chaste.

The lights below are brilliant, and the singers on the high stage are doing well.

The old-fashioned wine of the Southern Song Dynasty Palace was in the mouth, and Yun Zhao looked at the Xuanyuan Che who watched the song and dance.

This person is watching the song and dance, but the smile on the corner of the mouth can't be hidden. It seems that the mood is extremely good.

"Xuanyuan Che." Yun Zhao saw this vicious rise of Yang Sheng.

Xuanyuan Che suddenly heard a pair of eyes, squinting down at Yun Zhao, a cold body.

He is the king of Tianchen, and he is called the Prince of the Snow Holy Land. What qualifications does he have to call his name?

Looking at Xuanyuan Che suddenly sinking his face, Yun Zhao is not afraid at all, laughing at Xuanyuan Che Road: "I saw a close guard in front of my brother in the Southern Song Dynasty a few days ago, it is a bit like you."

Xuanyuan Che listened to Yun Zhao’s saying that the face did not change, but the eyebrows were deep and deep, and a faint sentence was thrown: “You read it wrong.”

Yun Zhao heard a high snoring, nodded, waving the fan in his hand and smiled: "I was wrong.

Brother, what about your bodyguard? Or is it your fiancé? It’s not the one in front of you. Who is it? Tell me about it. I know each other well. ”

Speaking of this, the cloud squint is right on the moon watching the fire circle.

Seeing Yun Zhao’s opening to her, she asked her, and she squinted at the squinting eyes, and Xuan Yue, who was suddenly blackened, couldn’t help but smile.

"Brother, you don't recognize others, you waste so much, and rush to meet, I think you are better off with me."

I absolutely dare to act as a dare, and I will not recognize it. ”

Smiley smiles, Yun Zhao said the words of the wind and cold.

On the edge of Xuanyuan, I heard a sweep of the cloud and a flash of murder.