Descent of the Phoenix – 13 Years Old Princess Consort

Chapter 815

Without much expression, he said, "I'll pay you one. "

It's straightforward. It's not repudiated at all.

Ouyang Yufei looks at the whole fish in the eye plate and stares at Xuanyuan Chul for a while. Suddenly, he slowly smiles again: "it's my honor to be able to eat the delicious food made by Tianchen king himself... "

Before he finished speaking, Ouyang Yu Fei suddenly folded his fan in his hand and looked down.

At the same time, xuanyuanche also looked at the vast night.

When Ryukyu saw the two men's expressions at the same time, he knew that the three kings of Hades had come.

In the night, the three figures fly past the pavilions, still dressed in white, red and blue. They don't want to cover up their arrogance.

Stop in front of Tianchen palace step by step, and the three people live in the shape.

"Do it?" The king of fire turned his head.

"Lazy. " Stone man as the king of power coldly threw out a word. "All or what?" The king of fire turned to look at the king of medicine when he heard it. His voice was cold, and he did not cover up his voice.

The voice was not small in the still night, but it was not small at all. Obviously, the three kings of Ming island did not pay attention to the sky at all.

The king of medicine was indifferent: "don't hurt yourself, don't take his life, it's too much to kill all. If you kill all the people in the palace, you'll have to stop. " "Well, according to you, hum, I'm going to see who dares not to pay attention to the hell island in this world. " Arrogant and arrogant, the king of fire with his hands around his chest, full of contempt.

Under the moonlight from the sky, the three kings outside the Tianchen palace were shining in a delicate way.

Dressed in white, Yaowang takes out a porcelain bottle from his arms, opens the seal, and slowly tilts half a drop of transparent liquid towards the ground.

Ouyang Yu Fei, standing high in the star picking hall, saw this, shook his head, and stood in front of Ryukyu and xuanyuanche. His wrist moved, and a silver would pour down from his palm.