Chapter 450

Name：Descent of the Phoenix 13 Years Old Princess Consort Author：Yi Shi Feng Liu
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Once the overlord of the world, since they could see the heroes on their territory rise together and become the king of the country, they were not afraid of it, but they must have the ability to clean up the situation, so they allowed the seven countries to crisscross the Central Plains.

This is a kind of absolute arrogance and self-confidence. It's not something one can bring down, it's not something a force can fight against.

I don't want my medicine fee not to be collected. Think twice. "

Ouyang Yu Fei clapped his hands and leaned back against the bare trunk of the tree, looking at the moon.

Listening to Ouyang Yufei's words, Ryukyu's fist clicked. She understood the distance between them. Yes, it was too far.

If she returns to xuanyuanche's side, then wait for him

It turns out that some things are not that I insist on not letting go, I don't think I can face all the storms hand in hand, I can face all the storms.

Love, is two people's matter, this is she once thought.

It's just that she was wrong. She was blinded by the love she never got. Love is never a matter for two people.

The love of the emperor's family was originally mixed with too many things.

It's her, stupid.

Ryukyu looks at the sky, his face is expressionless, but he can't see what she is thinking.

Ouyang Yu Fei didn't rush, so he looked at her with a smile.

For a long time, a not only not weak, but more and more surging gas, slowly emanating from the body of Ryukyu moon, let Yufei slightly move his eyes.

In sharp change, a kind of once shell is breaking, and new things are growing.

It's like the chrysalis of a larva. In a bad environment, it doesn't die, but breaks into a butterfly.

Yes, it is.

At the time when we should have sworn in, at the fork where we should have compromised, and at the time when we should have been desperate, the breath was not dim, but empty.

The golden light is shining, and the land is withered. But the moon, standing on the withered grassland, faintly exudes the edge that can't be looked at by others.