Descent of the Phoenix

"I said, I want that picture, no matter what method you use, I just need the result." Xuanyuan Che played with the tea cup in his hand and looked at Fei Cheng column coldly.

Whether you are stealing, grabbing, adjusting, or what, anyway, as long as the result.

The invisible pressure is emanating, and the air in the whole house is almost breathless when unconsciously.

Fei Cheng column played a chill, and stared at Xuanyuan Che.

Half-sounding, a bite of the teeth is determined, and he looks up and looks at Xuanyuan: "Well, I should, but if my son has a little damage, don't blame me for breaking the net."

"One hand to pay, one hand delivery, as long as you figure, the antidote will naturally come." Xuanyuan Che glanced at the Fiji column.

In the cold eyes, the cold flashed, and said again: "Remember, in seven days, you only have seven days. When the time is up, you don't have to get it. I don't need to say more. I don't need to say it. I don't need to say more. A shrewd person naturally knows what to do next."

Say a wave of faint words: "Waiting for your good news."

At this time, Fei Cheng’s list seemed to be a ruin, and he made up his mind. There was no hesitation in the face, and there was not much to say. When he turned around, he disappeared into the night.

After the Golden State is important, it is also important to dominate the world, but his son is more important.

Seven days, seven days later, it was the day of the big marriage.

Looking at Fei Chengli's figure disappeared into the night, Xuanyuan's mouth slowly sketched a cold smile, that is, the hunter caught the fox, but did not kill at the first moment, to make fun of laughing.

Cold and bloody, **** and cold.

Tianchen Wing Wang is cold-blooded and ruthless. This is not a rumor.

Haoyue pushed open the door and leaned against the door, looking at Xuanyuan's smile, looking up at the night.

She can imagine that when Fei Chengli knew who the person he was facing, when he was doing something for him, that kind of horrified expression, the kind of despair that would regret it.

It must be quite beautiful, she is looking forward to it.