Descent of the Phoenix: 13 Years Old Princess Consort - Chapter 1751
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Chapter 1751

Chapter 1751

However, the unequal tone burst out, and Capricorn suddenly waved his wrist and made a flower mark on his hands, throwing up the zhenhunshen cup gently.

Then ten fingers came out, and they all played on zhenhunshen cup with a bang.

There was no burst, no deafening treble.

Silent, it is a silent absolute attack.

"Crackle." In Capricorn's attack, the face of yinzun suddenly turned pale and bloodless.

The white jade flute, which was close to his lips, suddenly crackled.

In everyone's eyes, it's cracked.

Become pieces and fall to the ground.

The sound of the flute stops for a moment, and no sound is emitted.

The man in blue, sandwiched between the two tones, fell with a thump.

Holding his head, he kept moaning on the ground, without any threat.

Without the sound respect of attacking weapons, it would be like a sheep without any water chestnut.

The flute stops, the bell is silent.

You came to me just now.

After the blink of an eye, the whole scene became silent.

Only the sound of the wind.

Xuanyuanche, who was about to split his headache, was also relieved at this time and wiped the sweat on his forehead.

"How is it?" Xuanyuanche is most worried about Liuyue.

They all resisted the effort. At this time, Ryukyu

"Nothing." Ryukyu turns his head and smiles at xuanyuanche. He looks refreshed.

Xuanyuanche saw this and raised his eyebrows slightly.

They were all sweating and haggard. How could Ryukyu feel elated and energetic instead? Strange.

Ryukyu sees xuanyuanche and raises his eyebrows. He doesn't know what to say.

First of all, she felt a headache.

But after listening to listen, the whole body up and down instead of surging a desire to try, the spirit of more and more exciting feeling.

Do not know more than three months will fetal movement?

But she just felt that the children in her belly seemed to like it very much, like dancing?

Dancing in such a magical sound, like?

Ryukyu also has a little black line. I wonder if she feels wrong.

The last light of the setting sun covers the silent voice Buddha,