Chapter 560

Name：Descent of the Phoenix 13 Years Old Princess Consort Author：Yi Shi Feng Liu
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Close at hand, you can see each other, but

Three thousand miles, four days and four nights, I thought I could join hands.

But I didn't think about it. I only said a few words that hurt him.

Not willing, not willing.

I don't know. If he doesn't want to go, he will go back.

But, but

The iron teeth clenched, and the whip in xuanyuanche's hand was almost crushed.

Starry night, indifferent leisurely.

Ryukyu did not hear him turn his head and go away, but Du Yi, who was responsible for the important task of communicating Ryukyu and xuanyuanche, vaguely heard the voice of xuanyuanche in the night. Now the horse is rushing in the direction of the sound.

"Wang Shang, let's go, let's go, military situation is not waiting for..."

"Wang, if you don't believe me, I will come later. Now..."

Autumn trace and Yanhu keep urging.

The whip in xuanyuanche's hand is more and more tightly held. Today's affairs and today's feelings, if you don't make it clear and walk away, there will be a gap, feelings and trust in the uncertain heart. It can't be permanent, and it can't be mixed into the suspected water. Otherwise, it will ferment and deteriorate.

Standing for a long time.

"Wang..." Autumn marks see this again, a sound is still falling, the horse's hooves in the distance ring wildly, in the night, Du Yi comes as fast as lightning.

Xuanyuanche glanced at it, and his eyes suddenly brightened, Du Yi.

Du Yi, who followed the moon.

At this time, Du Yi appears here, which means

Night wind howled, xuanyuanche immediately longitudinal horse toward Du a welcome past.

Autumn mark, Yan Hu looks at each other, slightly surprised on his face. Can you say At the same time, he urged the horses to meet him.

"Lord, the master gave it to you." Lima stands still. When Du sees that it is xuanyuanche, he doesn't have any superfluous words. He quickly takes out the blood book of Ryukyu from his arms and hands it to xuanyuanche.

Blood through the lapel, a few words, in the night unfolded in front of xuanyuanche.

Cold wind curtain roll, cold and warm self-knowledge.