Descent of the Phoenix

How do you look at this look? I feel like I have seen it there. Fei Chengli frowned and looked up and down.

This face, this nose, this eye.

Fei Chengli suddenly hit a chill, this face and the memory that made him so chilly for so many years, the face that can't be smashed at night, how to imagine.

That night, although the little face was infected with a blood red, but in the thousands of tigers, he still saw it clearly.

That kind of beauty, that kind of iron.

That almost smashed his bones.

Murong Yuyue, that person, even after three years, he can not forget, the absolute king of the blood in the pool, the kind of smothering on the bones.

"You..." Fiji suddenly changed his face and pointed at Haoyue.

Fei Cheng’s face changed abruptly, and the people around him immediately erected the hair like a climbing tiger. They fixed their eyes on the moon, and the breath in the whole house changed.

Haoyue looked calm, seeing this faint look at the sudden discoloration of Feicheng, even the eyebrows of the eyebrows did not change.

Chen Fei saw Fei Cheng column face change and pointed to Haoyue. He couldn’t help but look at Fei Cheng’s line: “Finan factory owner, what happened?”

Looking back at the moon.

Seeing that there is nothing in the moon, there is only a little bit of incomprehensibility in the eyes, and I can't help but pick the eye.

Fei Cheng column pointed to Haoyue, seeing the cold moon with a little bit of inexplicable look at him, the temperament is completely different from the person in his memory.

It’s not changed from the look of the face, and I’ll look at it again and again.

Wrong, wrong, this person is a real man, not a woman.

That temperament is not right, Murong Haoyue's arrogance and arrogance of lore is everything that is eager and radiant.

The moon in front of me is cold, and there is not much mood swing.

This is not the same as the woman in memory.

Fei Chengli looked at it carefully, and the heart was fixed. No, it was not.