Descent of the Phoenix

"Oh?"

Ouyang Yu's eyes widened and looked at the man who heard the words suddenly blackened. Ouyang continued to express his interest in Xuan Yuyu.

"No, we don't have a house." Xuanyuan Xuan's face is also dark.

The Yunzhao, who was holding Xuanyuan Xuan listening to this, smiled low and moved slowly, and the slow pace of the move was on the retreat of Ouyang Yufei.

Ouyang Yufei looked at the action of the cloud, and it was a bit inexplicable.

"Yes, why not, you have the same light, the same as when you were in the house."

Xuanyuan Yu argues that it is impossible to lie.

The crisp sound is not big, but it is definitely not small. All the people in the vicinity listened clearly and clearly, and could not help but mutter.

Yun Zhao began to laugh, Ouyang Yufei began to feel that there is a feeling of cold behind, how to carry Xuanyuan Che and Haoyue.

"No, she said that I didn't grow up, I didn't have a room, I didn't have a house." Xuanyuan's face was red and red, and shouted loudly.

Although this sound does not say that the power is broken, it is also sounding.

Immediately, the words around the mouth were immediately a lot smaller, and many of the Mohe Wenwu Baiguan were seen by Xuan Xuan and others.

Even the Capricorn that was being introduced to the Empress Dowager. I couldn't help but sigh and stop talking, and looked at Xuan Yuyu, the Empress of the Mohe, who was raising her eyebrows.

And the man and the woman listened to this, his face was already black as the bottom of the pot, and nothing could be said.

Ouyang Yufei was very fond of listening to this, but the keen feeling made him feel that the atmosphere was too good. If it was too good, it would be fraudulent.

Then cough one channel: "No room, no Xuan Xuan is still small, also..."

"Who said, I also painted my brother's house night, and my brother didn't want to lie."

Xuanyuan Yu sees Ouyang Yufei to help Xuanyuan Xuan to speak, and immediately squatting in front of Ouyang in the flying aisle alone night, the small hand in a lonely night in the arms of a mess.

Finally, in a frown of the night, I took a stack of paper and touched it.

Xuanyuan jade has a small hand, carrying a small chin, waving a picture to Ouyang Yufei: "Look, my brother's room night."

Ouyang glanced at the two people on the screen.