Chapter 288

Name：Descent of the Phoenix 13 Years Old Princess Consort Author：Yi Shi Feng Liu
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The voice was all around, black hair was flying, and the disguise of submission was torn apart. All that remained was the hatred of tit for tat and eye for eye.

The sound of the piano in one room was loud.

It's killing.

Open up a killing ring. \T

Fei Chengli, standing at the door of the hall, tightly grasped his neck, his face was red and his eyes were desperate.

He's late. He's still late.

And their Lord, the king of their gold, fell before him, the red and the yellow.

With a bend in his knee, Fei fell on his knees in a row.

It was his fault. He was in charge of the West Factory and was in charge of the sources, but he did not find out the real identity of Ryukyu.

It was he who deserved to die. He was cheated by xuanyuanche for his son, which distracted his attention.

He is in charge of the West factory. It's him. It's him. How did he meet these two luochas? I knew that there was a report today. Three years ago, I really shouldn't have started it. I really shouldn't have.

The blood was red in front of him. The white figure was completely overlapped with that of three years ago. He killed decisively. His face was pure and his spirit was cold and murderous.

The throat rumbled, the breath suddenly tightened, and in an instant he shivered, holding his neck, and his face turned blue.

"Dad, Dad, what's the matter with you, dad?"

Fei Yan, who had been standing beside Fei Chenglie and had red eyes, was shocked and shouted.

I can't breathe. I can't breathe at all.

He opened his mouth wide, like a dehydrated fish. Fei Chengli only felt that Venus was blowing up in front of him. For the first time, death was so close to him.

"Let's go." Unable to speak, unable to breathe, under the shadow of death, Fei Cheng Li was calm, and his fingers trembled on the ground to write.

I've been afraid for three years, but I don't need to be afraid today, as long as his son is OK.

"Dad, let's go together Ah... " Fei Yan's words are not finished, a sharp sword stabbed from his vest, and an actor stood behind him coldly.