He is really not very comfortable.

Fading away the gorgeous identity and restoring the cost of respect, just as an ordinary person, or the kind that is not visible, everything seems to be slowly changing.

This mood is a bit complicated.

To Xuanyuanyao, it is even more impossible to speak.

When there is no hope ahead, all he can do is wait for death. [

Suddenly let him completely relive now, Xuanyuanzun could not find the direction for a time.

The next road, how to go.

It is far away, it disappears from the eyes of all people who know it, live again, and live some days that have not been experienced before.

He just tentatively mentioned a sentence with He Huan, but unexpectedly it triggered a confrontational argument, unconsciously, deviating from the topic, from the possibility of regaining the throne, to the jealousy of the frequented spirit boy .

Xuanyuan Zun was inexplicable in his heart.

Just before he could hold back, He Huan slapped.

He didn't know why he did this.

The two haven't seen each other for several years, and they have been together for a long time.

Noisy and haggard, and no longer wanted to see that holy face again.

Perhaps he was the wrong person from the beginning.

He Huan wasn't even a dust-free camellia. Her true temperament was similar to that of the more enchanting black flowers that were often left behind.

Xuanyuan Yao glanced at a faint look and came, "Brother, will I send someone to stop He Huan back?"

"No, she has run many times, and it won't take long for her to come back, you don't have to worry about it." This move ran away. When he first used it, he was really surprised.

However, after three times and five times, Xuanyuanzun got bored and bored.

He was originally a patient man.