Descent of the Phoenix

Xuanyuan Che received the indication of Haoyue, and the brow was slightly wrinkled.

He also drinks, he can recognize the good and the bad.

It is also possible to roughly identify the composition and age.

However, the direction of his main attack is not wine, wine, and miscellaneous studies in the emperor's school.

He only knows the fur, I don't know the depth of the inside.

I’m afraid to shoot it.

Xuanyuan Che also a little hesitant to sweep the frowning cloud with a corner of his eyes.

Responding to him is the micro-shake of the eye of the cloud.

He used to be the prince of the Snow Saint, and he also studied the emperor.

What kind of wine is there, it is good to drink good wine and taste.

Xuanyuan Che sees this eyebrow is even slightly wrinkled.

Of course, it is in the lunar month, Xuanyuan Che, Yun Zhao, when it is impossible to do anything.

Ouyang Yufei suddenly swayed the folding fan in his hand, standing up slowly and lazily, laughing: "It’s strange, brewing such a good wine.

Actually not enjoying it, you have to restore them to water.

It’s just a violent thing, a violent thing. ”

As he said, he walked slowly onto the display stand, and he leaned down and sniffed a deep scent of the air.

That kind of look, how intoxicated, how intoxicated.

Behind the moon, Xuanyuan Che, Yun Zhao, see this, Qi Qi precipitated.

Ouyang Yufei, how did they forget this miscellaneous school.

I can't see it at all. What he is best at is Ouyang flying.

The Mohe people saw the movement of Ouyang Yufei, and a smile was raised in his eyes.

Hehe smiled: "Since you like it, you can send it naturally if you win."

Ouyang Yufei held a folding fan in his hand and made a turn.

Smiled: "This is exactly what I want to say."

After all, the end of nature, the wine glass, a small mouthful of lips.

It seems that he is the master of this drink, and he is very proud.

And the Mohe people did not stop, but smiled, and the eyes showed hope.

“Sweet, fragrant but not greasy, with the taste of fruit wine.”

Putting down the first cup, Ouyang Yu Fei sang a sigh, followed by the second cup.

"Strong and not hot, there is the flavor of old age."

Nodded, Ouyang lay down the second cup and directly picked up the third cup.