Descent of the Phoenix – 13 Years Old Princess Consort

Chapter 1346

Deep voice said: "the moon needs such awe. The queen of widows is not only the king of the foreign race, but also the great hero who saves the whole Central Plains.

I want the whole Central Plains to obey her.

Are you satisfied with the answer? "

Ice cooling with absolutely firm words, blocking Murong invincible a word can not say.

Originally, originally

No wonder their king also has the silver bucket.

But he kept his speed, waiting for Ryukyu to lead his troops to attack first.

This is to accumulate credit for Ryukyu.

This is to give Ryukyu an absolute deterrent.

A deterrent to the whole Central Plains.

Tianchen can ask a concubine to be a foreigner, and the Central Plains can ask a concubine to be a foreigner.

But never a queen.

This is a subtle tradition.

The moon of Ryukyu, whose identity is full of misgivings, will last in the world.

Then, she must stand at the absolute height, the height that the whole world appreciates.

In this way, who dares to speak, who dares to question.

It turned out that their king was fighting for the idea.

"Wang Shang, you..." Murong Wudi sighed deeply and opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

"My moon is an eagle, will I drown her and the deep palace?"

The iron black cape twinkles in the golden light.

That tall back, give is the most determined commitment.

Ryukyu did not see or hear the promise.

Murong Wudi was stunned for a moment.

Looking at the vigorous figure of xuanyuanche towards the city gate, Murong Wudi didn't say anything after being stunned. He waved directly to lead the army.

The golden light trembles in disorder, with the comfort of intoxicating people.

Time is money, time is everything.

On the battlefield, especially now, time cannot be delayed.

Ryukyu broke the city, immediately did not stop at all, and went straight ahead.

Behind him, xuanyuanche leads the army. When he enters Yongcheng, he only sees the last Ryukyu moon of the northern animal husbandry army.

The setting sun, like fire, makes the earth orange.

In a piece of orange, the moon in armor breathes beautifully.