Chapter 718: Love word 3
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Descent of the Phoenix
- Yi Shi Feng Liu
- 375 characters
- 2021-02-04 11:09:55
But as long as he shot, then she can find the way to break in that moment.
Eyes, do not avoid watching the alone night, Haoyue is so hanging in the air.
Yeah, what are you hesitating? She is an enemy, she is his enemy, this time to kill, no one in the future can threaten him from outside, threatening him proud.
However, but...
The hand gripped the hilt tightly.
He knows that he understands that he knows that killing Haoyue at this time is the most appropriate and is the most appropriate for him.
Just, damn, how can he not go to this hand, how can he not go...
In the flaming space, there is silence, an unspeakable silence.
The sinking drops of water, the sinking is suffocating.
The magma behind it is constantly rising upwards, and it is getting closer and closer to the next month, and the heat is getting more and more turbulent.
For a moment, I stared at the lonely night in front of my sword. The moon on the moon was not moving, but the fire in my heart had already gone straight.
Why don't you still do it?
What do you want to do in this lonely night? What is worth he hesitating for so long? Damn, she is his enemy, treating the enemy, is he like this?
Or is it that he is waiting for the magma that comes up behind him to engulf her?
A glimpse of your heart, you are so alone.
The silver tooth bites, the heart is doing this thinking, the magma that has been bubbling up and down, and suddenly burst into a loud noise, the heat is suddenly high.
Not good, Haoyue suddenly screamed, this magma is actually alive, in the eruption period.
The wrist is aligning with the night, she has to fight.
A button in the hand has not been pressed, and the sword that has been pointing at her hand has always been a lonely night. Suddenly, the face is slightly changed. The sword in the hand is closed, and the figure is bowed. When I reach out, I grab it.
I have a look at my eyebrows, this is...
Not waiting for her to think, the action of the singularly alone night has already grabbed her hand, and as soon as she tried, she lifted her up.