Descent of the Phoenix 13 Years Old Princess Consort-Chapter 1998

Light cyan - Dark cyan - peach red - fire red - moon white - Ice White - light black - pot bottom black

Autumn mark and Yan Hu are frightened.

They have seen Ryukyu's face change in anger, which is a direct transition.

But never seen Ryukyu such a significant color conversion, but slowly on the contrary more and more people feel cold bristle.

Such a face changes

Autumn mark and Yan Hu begin to hold their breath. Based on their experience, this is absolutely the precursor of the thirty level sea tornado.

"Bang." And in the panic of their two pairs of Ryukyu, the corners of their mouths were slightly hooked, and a pair of xuanyuanche was in a good mood.

At this time, there is no expression.

Really, there is no face as heavy as water, no face as iron, but a blank, completely blank expression.

However, xuanyuanche's luminous cup in his hand is broken.

Qiuxian and Yanhu stare at xuanyuanche, but they are wrapped by his internal power.

On the contrary, xuanyuanche pinches the earth slowly and repeatedly.

I saw that the luminous cup was cruelly damaged into powder.

It's not normal. It's not normal.

Danger, absolute danger.

Yanhu and Qiuxian look at each other closely.

They have never seen their empress's expression like this. This

"Bang." Xuanyuanche slapped the pigeon in his hand and clapped it on the table. He stood up coldly and said in a deep voice, "speed up, you must get to Mohe within three days."

Three days later, Yanhu and Qiuxian jumped up.

There are at least thousands of nautical miles left. How can it be in three days? Is something wrong with the prince and the princess.

At the same time, he didn't care about breaking the rules, so he immediately took the pigeons that xuanyuanche had left and sent them to read.

"Getting married..." A voice of surprise.

"Dongfang..." The voice is high.

"Love..." The voice was as sharp as a needle.

“******……” All things die, only the sharp voice that breaks the sky.

Yanhu and Qiuwen hold the pigeon to deliver the book, which is messy in the wind.

In this mess, Ryukyu rose slowly, his expressionless fist thumped down, and the sandalwood table and the luminous cup on the table were immediately all broken into debris.

Ryukyu continued to turn around and leave without expression, only the sea breeze came with a cold roar: "Ouyang Yufei, don't break you up, I'll give you my mother's name."