Descent of the Phoenix

The slight wrinkle between the eyebrows, the moon slowly touched his fingertips.

The touch of the skin for a moment made her feel a little bad.

According to the young boy of this age, the skin should be very tender, not the dryness that she just touched and the roughness that she should have at her age.

"What's wrong?" Looking at Haoyue's frowning, Xuanyuan Che immediately saved money. What may be discovered in the next month, the current voice into the secret road.

The eyeballs turned slightly, and Haoyue did not answer Xuanyuan’s question. Suddenly, he reached out and grabbed the little boy’s bare arm and said, “Give me a bowl.”

The little boy was caught suddenly by the moon, and there was a moment of sorrow.

But I immediately responded: "Okay."

Without saying anything, the little boy once again handed over a bowl to Haoyue, and the smile was still sweet.

The five fingers slowly let go of the boy's arm, and smiled awkwardly: "Thank you."

After all, I drank a bowl of Tianquan, and turned to walk with Xuanyuan Che.

"Is there a problem?" With the moon turning and leaving, walking through the corner, has not seen the back of the octagonal pavilion, Xuanyuan Che square side looking at Haoyue.

Shaking his head, the moon flew a little black hair in the forehead, and smiled: "Nothing, I am too sensitive, and the grass is all soldiers."

Just now she grabbed it and immediately identified the bones on the boy's arm, just like the hardness and length of the body.

Not a dwarf, nor a child disguised by an adult.

This is a small child.

It is her own suspicious.

I think it should be working all the year round, so the skin on hand is catching up with adults.

I stopped and turned my head slightly. After I saw my eyes, I couldn’t see the direction of the octagonal pavilion. I gently raised my eyebrows.