Descent of the Phoenix: 13 Years Old Princess Consort

"I didn't let you come." Climbing over his side, the cold words of Ryukyu come out with the mountain wind, winding away. His face was taut, and Ouyang Yu Fei clenched his fist.

Yes, Ryukyu didn't ask him to come. He didn't ask him to follow him.

But he is not at ease. He is not at ease.

Looking up at the top of the mountain, I continued to climb up Ryukyu step by step, with persistent expression and desperate spirit.

Let his heart fight, but also sad.

Just, just, if she wants this, he will accompany her, accompany her.

It also allows her to have a personal help when she's in danger, and someone around when she's charging.

The mountain wind blows, with the cold which is rarely seen in summer.

On the top of the cliff, two people the size of ants are moving forward in the air.

The cliff in front is like a knife.

In the rear, it is a vast abyss.

The sky is blue like the sea, and the blue is frightening.

Boundless lake, surrounded by mountains, is easy to defend and hard to attack.

The sky slowly dimmed, and the sun sank to the West. The bright red of the horizon was invisible elsewhere.

Beautiful as sobs.

The cliff is like fire.

That originally dark rock, at this time, under the setting sun like fire, gives off the fiery red luster, that kind of deep red, just like the flame burning up.

A natural plank road lies across the cliff.

It's like a ribbon winding on a smooth cliff, winding up in circles, adorning the dry rocks.

Close to the rock behind, Ryukyu and Ouyang move slowly in the horizontal direction.

The plank road is too narrow and small, almost as wide as the sole of the foot, so people can't walk upright at all, only leaning against the cliff behind them, moving little by little.

Below, ten thousand Zhang cliff is in front of the eye.