MTL - Descent of the Phoenix-v2 Chapter 1998 Cheval Crescent 5

Light cyan - dark blue - pink - fire red - moon white - ice white - light black - black bottom of the pot...

Autumn marks and Yan Hu are terrified.

They have seen the change of face under the wrath of Haoyue, which is a direct transition.

However, I have never seen such a significant color conversion in Haoyue, but it is slower and more people feel the cold hair straight.

This kind of face changes...

Autumn marks and Yanhu began to hold their breath, and with their experience, this is definitely a precursor to the 30-level sea tornado.

"Oh." And in the horror of their two pairs of Haoyue, the previous corner of the mouth is still slightly hooked, a very good mood Xuanyuan Che.

At this time, there is no expression in the face.

Really, there is nothing like a sinking water, no face is blue, but a blank, completely blank expression.

However, Xuanyuan Che’s luminous cup in his hand was broken.

Qiu Ke and Yan Hu squinted at the eyes, watching the broken in the hands of Xuanyuan Che, but wrapped by his internal force did not fall.

Instead, Xuanyuan Che took the attitude of pinching the soil, slowly, and overturned.

I saw that the luminous cup was cruelly damaged into a powder.

Not normal, too abnormal.

Danger, absolutely dangerous.

Yan Hu and Qiu Ke looked at each other and were strictly guarded.

They never saw their empress being such an expression, this...

"Hey." Xuanyuan Che slaps the flying pigeons in the palm of his hand and slaps it on the table. He stands up cold and unusually, and screams: "Speed ​​up, you must give the widow to Mohe within three days."

On the third day, Yan Hu and Qiu Lei suddenly jumped up.

This is at least a thousand nautical miles. How is it possible on the 3rd? Did the emperor and the princess have something to do.

At the moment, I couldn’t take care of it. I immediately took the book of the flying pigeons that Xuanyuan Che had thrown.

"Becoming a pro..." a strange voice.

"Cave room..." The voice is high.

"Love..." The voice was as sharp as a needle.

"******..." Everything is gone, only the sharp and sharp voice that breaks through the sky.

Yan Hu and Qiu Ke hold the book of the flying pigeons, and the wind is messy.

In this mess, Haoyue slowly rose, and the expressionless fist slammed, and the bonnet and the luminous cup on the table were immediately broken into pieces.

Haoyue continued to turn away with no expression, and only the cold wind came from the sea breeze: "Ouyang Yufei, don't break your body, I am **** with your surname."