Descent of the Phoenix

Close at hand, you can meet each other, but...

Three thousand miles rushing, four days and four nights, never sleep, I thought that we can work together.

But did not think, only said a few words, only said a few words that made him sad.

Not reconciled, not reconciled.

If he didn't figure it out, he wouldn't be willing to go so far, so he turned back.

However, but...

The iron teeth bite, and the whip in the hands of Xuanyuan Che almost crushed.

Dark night sky, indifference and leisurely.

Haoyue did not hear the turn and walked away, but Du Yi, who was responsible for the important tasks of communication between Haoyue and Xuanyuan, was faintly heard in this night. The horse was rushing toward the direction of the sound.

"Wang, let's go, let's go, the military does not wait for people..."

"Wang, if you don't believe it, you will come later, now..."

Autumn marks and Yan Hu are constantly urging.

The whip in the hands of Xuanyuan Che is getting tighter and tighter. Today's events, today's feelings, if you don't make it clear, he will see that there will be a diaphragm, love and trust in the mind, not permanent, and even more into the water of doubt. Otherwise, it will ferment and will deteriorate.

Standing for a long time.

"Wang..." The autumn mark saw this again, and the sound was still falling. The horseshoe screamed in the distance. In the night, Du Yi came as fast as lightning.

Xuanyuan Che swept his eyes, his eyes suddenly brightened, Du Yi.

Du Yi, who followed the next month.

At this time Du Yi appeared here, then this means...

The night wind whistling, Xuanyuan Che immediately rushed toward Du Yi.

Autumn marks, Yan Hu looked at each other, the face was slightly shocked, it is said that ... now also urged the horse to welcome.

"Wang, the master gave you." Lema stood, Du Yi saw that it was really Xuanyuan Che, when the next sentence is not superfluous, quickly took out the blood book of the moon from the arms, handed Xuanyuan Che.

Bloody sputum, a few words, in this night in the eyes of Xuanyuan Che.

Cold wind curtains, cold and warm self-knowledge.