Descent of the Phoenix – 13 Years Old Princess Consort

Chapter 1866

It's not easy to build a force of a thousand years.

But destruction, but only for a moment.

Maybe it's a complete destruction, maybe it's a chance to be reborn.

Never break, never stand.

There is always a time when there is cause and effect.

Autumn is deep, even if the island is warm in the south, it has ushered in the steps of winter.

White snow falls gently, scattered on the ground, on the treetops.

It can't be made up of silver, but it's even more rusty.

Let the disillusioned island be more lonely.

The sacrifice of the two heroes of the Ming island and the king Buddha of the Ming island both ended.

The power center of Hades has collapsed.

Although the hell Island handed over this right to Ouyang Yufei before it died, it was unable to return to the sky.

The shocked people of the island of Hades are either crazy or dead hearted. It's hard to return to the sky.

Therefore, the autumn trace and Yanhu that came from the encirclement and suppression.

On the contrary, he did a good thing for Ouyang Yufei, suppressed the craziness of all the people with his iron fist, and helped Ouyang Yufei to stop the complete collapse of the Ming island.

This is what Qiu Keng and Yan Hu didn't expect at the beginning.

However, after meeting xuanyuanche, he understood the reason and began to help Ouyang Yufei suppress it willingly.

The east wind is fierce, and the share is cold, although it is much worse than the winter months.

However, at this time and here, it has frozen the hearts of all people.

Repression and chaos always make time pass quickly.

In a moment, it's half a month since the emperor of Hades died.

On this day, the night is bright, and the silver moon is like a cold silver knife hanging on the sky.

The stars, I don't know where to hide, one would not show his face.

Light snowflakes fell from the air.

Splashed to the ground.

Then quickly melt into water, wet with the ground, into invisible.

Night, dark deep, dark cold.

In this dark night, the purest holy lake behind the temple, in front of a tombstone, stands a snow-white figure.

The ends of the hair have been moistened by the snow.