A king can only die in his own land and can only be buried in his own mausoleum.

Haoyue has never had a **** eye, and it’s red, and the look begins to look awkward.

Yun Zhao saw this sigh, but had to say: "The weather is now big, he can't stop here.

So, let's let the autumn marks bring them back first, and when you wake up, we... we can chase them quickly. ”

They understand this, so they let the autumn mark go first.

Listening to Yun Zhao’s words, Haoyue bit his teeth.

The crisp friction of the teeth is clear in the silence.

An emotion that is not like sorrow but is better than sorrow, spreads in silence.

It is distressing and can't breathe.

Yun Zhao saw this almost unbearable turn around: "This is the autumn mark for you, saying that they are going back to the road map, if you want to go, we ... we will lose you to chase now."

Stepping forward, I took the hand of Haoyue and stuffed the things left by the autumn mark to Haoyue.

However, he looked at the reaction of Haoyue and did not take it. Yun Zhao could not help but turn his teeth.

This kind of moon, which is not crying or noisy, is just a **** red eye, but it is more crazy than crying, and it is even more uncomfortable.

Tightly grasping the things that the cloud called for her, Hao Yue slowly turned his head and looked out the window.

The sky is so blue, and the white clouds are rolling over it.

The sound of the wind was gently scraped.

However, how the heart is so cold, cold is suffocating.

Ouyang Yufei saw the whole body trembled, but did not cry, could not help but step forward, grabbed the shoulders of Haoyue: "When you want to cry, cry out, don't force."

The mourning is greater than the death of the heart, and the pain makes it without tears.

If you can cry at this time, it may be a good thing.