Descent of the Phoenix

Yun Zhao looked at Haoyue deeply, his face filled with a bright smile, and strode toward the moon.

"Hey, it’s really exhausting me." Sitting on the side of Haoyue, Yun’s face complained, but he couldn’t hide the joy and excitement.

Haoyue looked at Yun Zhao and looked up slightly, raising his eyebrows and not speaking.

Yun Zhao also knows that the moon is cold and cold, and I don't mind at the moment. I poured two cups of tea, one cup for the moon, and one cup was held in my hand. Fang said: "I said, the first is definitely yours. This is not, it really became, come, bloody, let me see."

While speaking, he reached out to get the blood in the hands of Haoyue, and he was not at all polite with Haoyue.

Seeing this eyebrows and fretting in the moon, I also loosened my hand and let the cloud call the past.

Looked carefully at the eyes, Yun Zhao said with amazement: "Sure enough, good things, good things, such a good thing should be my brother, only my brother is worthy of this baby."

There is a brother in the mouth, the extreme of intimacy, there is no extra movement in the hand, and the blood is returned to Haoyue, as if he really wants to have an eye shadow.

I saw this pair of eyes deep and deep, and did not do much, and reached out to take blood.

After drinking another cup of tea again, the cloud call seemed to slow down. He stretched his hand on the stone table and smiled at the moon. "It’s going to be a golden country tomorrow, and the three-product military commander is not very bad. Title, I think people like brothers should look down on this position.

I said, brother, just go with me, I will take you to travel, how to eat, what do you have, what do you have? I am a brother who has nothing to say. ”

If you kiss a hot person, it is quite refreshing. It seems that he is already at the turn of the Eighths of the Bay, and he is very busy.

Haoyue listened to the corner of his mouth if he had a smile, it was very ethereal, and she couldn’t see what she meant.

Yun Zhao, finally opened.

"I want to be an official." The four words of the crisp and neat, the cloud of the screaming screaming for the moon, did not know what to say at one time.