Descent of the Phoenix

He was inexplicably asked. Who would tell him which country he is, even if he said it, it must be fake.

"No, change one."

"Yes, go back and collect your corpse for your son."

Xuanyuan Che has a cup of tea in his hand, and the answer is quite simple.

Fiji's face is more difficult to look at, and he is staring at Xuanyuan Che. If his eyes can kill, Xuanyuan Che has already worn his heart.

Gently blew the tea floating on the tea surface, Xuanyuan Che did not see Fei Cheng column, slowly said: "The post-gold is not a surname of Fei, today is useful as a factory owner, he is useless. There are only one prisoner, son, only one."

If you are light, you don’t have any weight, but you can’t let it go.

Yes, there is only one son.

If it is not because of his son, he will be so dangerous to go to the appointment.

Son, he has only one son left.

Cold and cold, the house fell into a dead silence.

Half-sounding, Fiji made a heavy sigh of relief, and the face seemed to be a few years old.

Reaching out his eyebrows, Shen Sheng said: "The mountain river map is not there. In the past few days, the secret library was broken in. The king of the country took the mountain river map into the palace."

"I know." Xuanyuan Che did not question the words of Fiji.

If it wasn't because he didn't find it in his secret library, how could he come to play this hand?

Haoyue is not familiar with the formation, but does not represent such an ordinary battle, can live in him.

Fei Chengli couldn’t help but glance at Xuanyuan Che, and the fortress built by so many generations of founders of Jin Guo was invaded in silence and there was still no trace of it. This...

After a brief sigh, the Fiji column converges on the look of his face.

I should have thought of it for a long time. When I saw the letter that appeared on his bed, I should know that what he faced today should have exceeded his knowledge.