Descent of the Phoenix

The opposite Yanhu, Qiu Ke, Murong invincible, see this immediately sat down.

I sat in the moon, it seems that this place is not dangerous.

Haoyue saw three people's consistent movements, slightly hooked the corners of the mouth.

Xuanyuan Che saw this smile and gave her the hair of Haoyue on the plate, saying: "This is my subordinate, but your life is from."

The voice pretended to be angry, but the smiling eyes, but he said that he didn't mind at all.

Haoyue comfortably leaned on Xuanyuan's body, and listened to the words and gave Xuanyuan a smile.

"I am very happy." He held the moon in his arms, and Xuanyuan Che pressed down his voice in the ear of Haoyue.

He saw the scene of his autumn save the autumn mark.

Haoyue is changing, and he is very happy to start paying attention to the people around him.

On the Xuanyuan's neck, he squatted, and the moon that looked slightly like a cat.

Murong on the side looked invincible and looked at the moon in Xuanyuan's arms. He sighed long and he was not even as good as his granddaughter, miserable.

However, how his granddaughter is so powerful. Is it inherited the good bloodlines of that place?

I spared my head, forget it. Anyway, he is a Murong family. How is it so powerful that he is a Murong family. It doesn't matter, the more powerful the better.

"Food can't be eaten." Relatively Murong's invincible sigh and triumph, Yan Hu quickly checked their baggage, Shen Sheng.

All of them went into the water and they were scattered more than half and could not be eaten.

"No matter, the mountains are hungry." Murong invincible took a sentence.

The autumn mark that wrapped the wound next to him did not say a word. He only looked up at the moon next to Xuanyuan Che.

Xuanyuan Che sees this and can't help but smile and a little annoyed. Follow him for so many years, the wind is coming, the fire is going, the confidence is extremely subordinate, how to become timid here, honestly hateful.

Being blamed with the export, the sudden rise of the beggar in the arms of the womb was dug a wooden root beside him, and the hand was thrown to Murong invincible.