Descent of the Phoenix

When the dark red eyes swept over the tumbling room and bare the skin of the shoulders, the squinting eyes suddenly sank, and Xuanyuan’s cheeks slowly sank.

See you this month, the eyebrows are slightly wrinkled.

A few steps forward, Xuanyuan Che stood in front of Haoyue, his eyes firmly locked the shoulders of Haoyue, his fingers slowly stroked.

There are countless whiplashes there.

The fingers slowly stroked, with an indescribable gentleness, Xuanyuan Che gently squatted, avoiding the trousers of the moon, the white calf to the thigh, all scars.

Looking at Xuanyuan in front of her, she slowly extended her hand and placed it above Xuanyuan’s head.

"I still hurt?" The fiery big hand touched the scarred skin. Xuanyuan’s eyes flashed and murderous, and the hand touching the scar was very gentle.

Still hurt? Haoyue glimpsed a little, and stopped moving in his hands. No one ever asked her this way. She is the first place in the mercenary world. Everyone will only be when she is iron, steel cast, and no one has ever asked her. It hurts.

In the past, Murong Yuyue, no one asked her like this.

The brow wrinkled slightly, this feeling is strange, but very comfortable.

Haoyue bowed his head and looked at Xuanyuan Che who was kneeling in front of her.

The whip marks are dense, although they have disappeared a lot now, they can still be seen clearly.

The eyes of Xuanyuan's demon charms sink deep, and the hot hands touched every inch of the skin of the moon. The face of the demon charm flashed a trace of iron, but the mouth slowly said: "In the future, I am yours. Backing up the mountain, whoever dares to bully you, gives me a tooth for a tooth and an eye for an eye."

When the temperature is gentle and soft, it is with embarrassment and determination.

I am your backing, a plain word, but in the heart of Haoyue, a big uproar.

The low eyes are on the eyes of Xuanyuan, the coldness and chill that are hidden in the eyes, but they hide the pity that has not passed away. This person is true.

Backing up, no one has ever said this to her. No one has ever dared to tell her this sentence. She is in the world, turning her hand to the cloud, covering her hands with rain, relying on mountains, and swearing, she does not believe, and no one deserves it. rely.

However, the stronger people also want a harbor to be able to park. The arrogant person also hopes to have a warm embrace to rely on. She does not want to rely on it. She just has not found it, and no one has been able to make such a promise.

Low and low smile, Haoyue looked up at Xuanyuan's slow and slow road: "I will never let go of people who bully me, even if you are, it will not work."

That being said, the hand that was placed on the top of Xuanyuan’s head was collected, but today he rushed to him and let him go.