Chapter 450: Breaking into a butterfly 7

Once the world’s hegemons, since they can look at their territory and rise up, they are kings and dismissive. This is not because they are afraid, but they must have the ability to clean up the situation, so they can let the seven countries in the Central Plains. The earth is horizontal and vertical.
This is an absolute arrogance and self-confidence. It is not something that one can pull down. It is not a force that can be countered.
I don't want my drug bill to be collected, think twice.

Ouyang patted his hands in the air and leaned back against the bare big trunk and looked at Haoyue.
Listening to Ouyang Yufei’s words in the ear, the squeaking of the fist of the moon’s fist, with a little view and comprehensive, she knew the distance between them, yes, the difference is too far.
If she returns to Xuanyuan Che, then wait for him...
It turns out that there are things that I don’t insist on not letting go. I don’t think that I can face all the storms when I work together, and I can face all the storms.
Love is a matter of two people. This is what she once thought.
However, she was wrong. She was stunned by love that she had never received before. Love was never a matter for two people.
The love of the emperor's family is mixed with too much.
It’s her, stupid.
Looking at the sky and looking expressionless, I really can't see what she is thinking.
Ouyang Yu Fei did not remind, so she looked at her with a smile.
For a long time, not only is it not weak, but it is getting more and more raging, slowly emanating from the body of Haoyue, so that Yu Fei slightly moved his eyes.
In the sharp change, a kind of once the shell is broken, and something new is growing.
This is like a butterfly pupa of a larva. In a harsh environment, not only did it not die, but it broke into a butterfly.
Yes, it is broken into butterflies.
In the mouth that should have been confessed, in the martyrdom that should have been compromised, when it should have been desperate, the breath was not bleak, but it was empty.
The golden light dazzled, and the land withered, but the moon that stood on the withered grass, faintly exudes a sharp edge that people can't look at.