Descent of the Phoenix

The sounds are all around, the black hair flutters, tearing away the disguise of surrender, and the rest is only a tooth for a tooth, an eye for an eye for hatred.

The sound of the room piano is agitated.

A murderous.

Kill the ring.

Standing in the doorway of the hall, Fei Chengli, tightly grasping the neck, his face has been rising red, his eyes are desperate.

He is late, he is still late.

Their kings, their king of gold, fell in front of him, the glamorous red, the eye-catching yellow.

With a bend in the knee, Fiji stood up and couldn't help but lie on the ground.

It was his fault. He took charge of the West Factory and took charge of the source of the news, but did not find out the true identity of Haoyue.

It was he who was damned, distracting his attention for his son’s imperial conciseness.

It is the unfavorable West factory he is in charge of. He is him. How did he encounter such two Rakshasa? I knew that there was such a newspaper today. I really shouldn’t do it three years ago.

The blood in front of the eyes was red, and the white figure was completely coincident with the three years ago. The killing and decisiveness, the emptiness of the sky, the chilling and murderous.

The throat slammed loudly, and the breath suddenly became tight. In an instant, Fijian stood in the whole trembling, holding his neck and his face was instantly blue.

"Oh, hey, what's wrong with you, hehe."

I’ve been standing in the eyes of Fiji’s red eyes, and I’m so screaming.

I can't breathe, I can't breathe at all.

Zhang Dazuo mouth, like a dehydrated fish, Fei Cheng column only feels that Venus is in front of him, and death is the first time so close to him.

"Come on." Can't speak, can't breathe, under the shadow of death, Fiji is calm, and his fingers tremble on the floor and write down words.

Fear of three years, today I can finally not be afraid, as long as his son is fine.

"Hey, go together... ah..." The words of Fiat have not been finished yet, and a sharp sword stabbed from his vest, and a monk stood cold behind him.