Descent of the Phoenix

The light blue smoke flutters, and the faintness seems to be completely unobstructed.

Stepping into the suffocating air, a few turned around, Haoyue only suddenly felt a change in front of the eyes, the thin light blue suffocating, the whole rich.

It turned into a dark blue in an instant, and the whole enveloped the whole body.

There was a blur in front of me, just like the fog in the early winter morning. I couldn’t see my fingers in the blink of an eye. There was only a strong blue in front of me.

Haoyue could not help but frown slightly, it seems that this suffocating is more powerful than imagined, so rich.

Under the feet, the moon's backhand grabbed the arm of the person behind him. He rushed forward and rushed forward. Others couldn't control it. Xuanyuan Che could not let go at any time.

However, a small suffocating, Murong invincible and others have prepared in advance to understand the poison, and there should be no major problems.

The suffocating gas is getting thicker and thicker, and the thick one is almost blue in front of the eyes, and nothing can be seen.

That kind of heavy feeling is very bad.

Tightly clutching Xuanyuan's five fingers, he took Xuanyuan Che.

When the five fingers were closed, Suddenly, my heart suddenly burst into amazement. No, this is not the right hand.

One step to stop, Haoyue quickly squeezed the hand that was caught, not right, this is not Xuanyuan's hand, no.

She was too familiar with Xuanyuan Che, and when she gripped her fingers, she immediately felt a mistake.

"Xuanyuan..." Zhangkou called.

The sound came out, and one hand immediately caught her mouth very quickly. At the same time, the moon also felt a dizzy mind, and the suffocation was inhaled into the body.

A frown, a month, pushes the hand that covers her mouth.

Damn, how is the solitary night, the cold hand, so fast reaction speed, in addition to following her lonely night, do not think of the second person.

Opened the hand that grabbed the solitary night, and the moon condensed his eyebrows, suddenly squatting down and touching the ground.

Can't make a sound, to indicate where you are, or to be a voice.

Groping the ground, a dead leaf rot, no stone, no hard place.