I don’t want to look at it from the side: "How, don't like it?"

This little sergeant has a good job in salvation. It is famous in the Southern Song Dynasty. It is unparalleled, so the prince is bold, and he has prepared a cup for the little priest.

Xuan Xuan’s words are a bit of a word, and Haoyue’s eyes are back.

Looking back at the eyes of the six monks, I saw a small **** in front of the moon and looked at the golden scorpion and the ground. Now I reached out and took it.

Very fragrant, clear and long, non-toxic.

Judging from the moon, I drank straight and drank it.

The water passes through the throat, and the slightly raised neck is reflected in the fire to a reddish color.

"Boom." Another sound of the flame broke out, the fire on the stage was suddenly abrupt, and the six monks circled at this time, and they were facing the high platform.

Under the flame, the six eyes of the six people, lightning-swept the one moon, the black moon is dark.

"Not bad." Going back to Xuanyuan Che, he raised his toast and threw out two words.

Xuanyuan Che sees this month, so I don’t think about the loss of the moon just now, and now I’m drinking my face and drinking it.

"Sweet but not greasy, it really is a treasure." Yun Zhao licked his lips and praised.

"Reward." With a big hand, Xuanyuan slammed down, and the former South Song Dynasty Prince, who looked down, suddenly raised his brow and raised his head high.

"Thank you for the king."

Xuanyuan Che looked down at the weak former Prince of Southern Song Dynasty. The Southern Song Dynasty was still a figure. This Prince is simply a waste.

However, the waste is just right, and if it is savvy, he will not leave him.

The moonlight is clean and tidy, from the air, down.

The original Southern Song Dynasty ministers saw Xuanyuan Che gave face, and all of them were happy. It seems that this Tianchen King is very easy to get along with, and they don’t have to worry so much.