Descent of the Phoenix

"She is your mother." Not waiting for the moon to be settled, Xuanyuan easily looked at the slow road.

Haoyue's eyebrows are slightly moving. If she is not her mother, she can't say it, but even her mother, she is now, what is it.

When the lower side went over and looked at Xuanyuan Yi Shen said: "What about that?"

When the voice fell, Haoyue looked at Xuan Yiyi, who was obsessed with looking at the paintings. The sinking in the eyebrows, the emotion in the eyebrows, suddenly shivered without a reason, and the thought of a ridiculous heart flashed past.

Such a secret Tibetan land is so mixed with the eyes of love and sigh...

In the heart, in the Prince’s Palace in the three years ago, Xuanyuan’s face was smiling before he died, and suddenly it sounded in the ears of Haoyue. You are absolutely impossible.

The five fingers are clasping, is it...

"You have to say that I am your daughter, I am pinning you." The cold and chilling voice, the moon is cold like ice.

The emperor is in love, it is difficult to protect...

Listening to the words of Haoyue in the ear, Xuanyuan Yi Xiaowei stunned and laughed: "If you are my daughter, how can I marry you and Cheer, I have not yet reached that level."

Haoyue listened to the cold moment on his face and eased it. Also, if she was Xuanyi’s daughter, others didn’t know, Xuanyuan Yi didn’t know how it might be a marriage for a pair of children. She was confused.

Looking at the paintings in front of him, Xuanyuan Yi did not wait for the next month to talk. He said: "Your mother comes from a very mysterious place. If it wasn’t for Murong’s invincible mistakes and saved her life, she would not Married to the age of marriage, Murong Yi, to report the life-saving grace.

Not in the right position, not into the ancestral temple, not into the Murong family ancestral hall, only to be an amateur without identity, it is incredible. ”

When Haoyue listened to Xuanyuan’s approximation, he frowned slightly. At this time, she told her this. Is everything related to her mother?

Gently stroking the woman on the painting, Xuanyuan Yi’s voice was very slow: “I later learned why she was so, oh, it took us a heart.”