Legend of Fu Yao

The Queen of the Queen, who was crying one step at a time, only stared at the long-haired Sun Wuji Meng Fu, "I thought that I had a big idea of ​​your way, is it destined to lose?"

Meng Fu shakes a knife and crosses it. "You can try it."

Yu Heng sneered and was about to talk. The door behind him was suddenly knocked open. The old phoenix slammed and rushed out. He fell on the window and couldn’t breathe. He asked, "What happened... What happened..."

Meng Fu shook at this sly but still handsome man, looking at his eyebrows, suddenly flashing thunder in his heart, flashed a bold thought.

I should have lived in this house, and my face is exactly the same as someone. Will that person live in this house, then, will Feng Xuan know her?

It is better to try to let others discover her than to faint with the old things in the waste palace.

If he recognizes her, if he recognizes her...

She flew up.

The sleeves were violent, and the sleeves in the fire were flying out of the rafts on the side of a cluster of flowers and trees. When the fire broke out, the wind ignited, and the blazing flames ignited, and the deliberately no lights, dark palace.

The phoenix on the window slammed up.

Meng Fu shook his direction and raised his hand to tear the mask -