Descent of the Phoenix

The whip in the hand slammed, and the lap was hit over the moon, and he angered: "What is your look, you dare to look at this lady with this kind of look, don't want to live? Is it this? I haven't been in the house for a few days. No one has taught you well. I don't know how high the earth is. Now let Miss Ben teach you what is the rule."

The long whip of the skull cover, mixed with the whistling sound of the empty, flew away toward Haoyue.

"Hit, fight hard..."

"Miss Qiu has a good lesson in this ugly ugly..."

For a time, the good voice was soaring and rising, surrounded by Murong Qiu.

In the eyes of Haoyue, there was a flash of anger. If it wasn’t her who stood here today, it would still be the original Haoyue, and this whip would have her life.

The cold anger is flashing, and her moon is not the owner of any bullying.

At the foot, there is no retreat, and the hand of the moon is as fast as electricity. The lightning-like one catches the long whip hit by the air, and the opposite is the opposite of Murong Qiu.

A gorgeous long whip, by Murong Qiu and Haoyue, grabbed one after the other, instantly stretched into a straight line.

"Hey." Murong Qiuqiu suddenly looked at Haoyue in amazement. He was weak and weak on weekdays. He couldn’t fight back, he wouldn’t pay back his mouth, and he couldn’t pick up her tricks.

"Hello, big courage..."

The voice of the questioning has not yet fallen, and the hand that grabbed the long whip suddenly slammed into the air. The opposite Murong Qiu was the opponent of Haoyue, and the long whip instantly disengaged and flew toward the moon.

"Ugly, you dare...hey..."

The fierce and fierce words were exported. The long whip in the hand of the moon shook hands, and the whip of the backhand waved over. Only the light and shadow flashed, and the gorgeous long whip was firmly drawn on the face of Murong Qiu. Murong Qiu was smashed. The moon whip flew up.

"Rules, I will teach you what rules are today." Grasping the tip of the long whip, the moon is cold and cold, waving a long whip and slamming down, and no mercy.

When did she turn to someone else to climb on her head and yell at the moon? No, there will never be.

"Oh, ah..."

Murong Qiu was beaten by the ground.

"You, you... you are ugly... I am going to tell..."

"Snapped."

The words of Wu’s daughter’s daughter’s trepidation have not yet been finished. The backhand of Haoyue is a whip. The long whip is like a poisonous snake. It is usually wrapped around a few laps of Wu’s daughter’s body and tightly tied.