Descent of the Phoenix

This is the ace weapon of the post-Golden country. This is the western factory that she spent three years without knowing.

In the eyes, there was a sneer and a sneer, and she tried her best to get it. Today she walked in from the main entrance.

The group walked close to the black house, and no one had knocked on the door. The door slammed and they slammed open, and two black-bells were greeted.

"His Royal Highness..."

The respectful words of the two have not yet been finished. Chen Fei waved his hand and interrupted two humanities: "Fixed poisoning, four preparations."

When they heard each other, they suddenly changed their faces, and one of them quickly retreated into the black house and ran quickly.

One person grabbed the two steps in front of him, and he took a fierce enthusiasm from the arms of the guardian leader. He saw the look of Fiji, and his face suddenly seemed difficult to look. He turned and rushed toward the west factory.

"You are coming." Chen Fei turned his head and said to him, and he followed him.

The guards and other people behind him, who have retired, are far from the side of the gate of the West Factory, but they are not following up.

Haoyue saw this sound, and the tail entered the West Factory with Chen Fei.

The door closed behind the two.

Overlapping, the door looks very small, but the inside is big and outrageous. It should be the whole street house on this side, all of which are summarized.

Looking at the road all the way, the so-called two halls and three churches have their own places, and the courtyard doors are closed, and nothing can be seen.

Gloomy is like a person.

Flying through the vast corridors, the tail of the moon rushed into the four halls.

Four halls, four factories in the West, responsible for drug production and detoxification.

The two entered the hall, a large house almost no less than the main hall of the Houjin Palace, which was lined with walls and listed with rows of bottles and cans.

The rich medicinal taste spreads inside, too much mixing, and it is completely unspeakable.

In the quiet and silent house, three people, two middle-aged people, and a young man, were gathered.