Chapter 495

Name：Descent of the Phoenix 13 Years Old Princess Consort Author：Yi Shi Feng Liu
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The heavy overlapping bows and arrows outside the ranch were fierce, aiming at Hanlan ranch from all directions, and surrounded a circle strictly.

The dark arrow in the sun, with a sinister murderous air.

There are strict lines, bows, arrows, spears and shields, which are stacked one after another. Although wearing ordinary people's clothes, this is definitely an army, an army.

They were surrounded by the people of Ryukyu.

Sitting at the end of the table, Ouyang Yufei leans on the back of the chair and draws a smile gently from the corner of his mouth.

Twenty thousand soldiers of northern herdsmen, who had disappeared since they came out of northern herdsmen, were arranged here. It seems that everything is hidden in Ryukyu's heart.

"Damn it." I don't know who is swearing. Instead, the leader of the seventeen forces calmed down. His body slowly sat down again, and a cold frenzy was brewing between his eyes.

In the early days, only the loyal king of the northern herdsmen had brought a few guards, so they came simply and unexpectedly fell into her trap.

"Hongmen banquet, it's not bad, but you think that's OK, son of Beimu?" He grabbed the burned Lapel with both hands. Han Fei tore off his coat and wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth. He looked at Ryukyu's eyes with a sneer.

As soon as this speech falls, all the leaders of the 16 forces around Qi Qi make a sneer.

Even if you are ready, you are not qualified to deal with the seventeen forces.

The music is still melodious, and Ryukyu is playing slowly, but he laughs mildly: "the strong dragon doesn't press the head of the earth. I have already sent guests. If you want to stay, you are provoking me." The slow and orderly sound reverberated among the piano sounds, and Ryukyu looked at the people slightly with his head askew.

As soon as the leaders of the seventeen factions heard this, they all looked alike. It seems that she has provoked them.

Leng hum, the seventeen leaders waved together. When they didn't prepare for anything, they came here. Joke, no one is mediocre in the ten cities of withered yarn, which can be divided into different regimes.