Phoenix Tribulation

His white clothes are as white as the snow, and his appearance is not stained by the fine dust of being relegated to an immortal. There was a smile on his face, but it looked like winter ice and snow. He is calm and elegant, and the world is a chess game. Her: The young master always loves white clothes, but Zijin thinks that the young master is even more stunning in red clothes. Him: From now on, I will only wear red clothes for you. She likes him voluntarily and has nothing to do with him. She showed her heart to him, she was careless about his life and death, but he still looked on with a smile on his face. May your words be worthy of your virtue, and join hands to support each other. If I can't fly, I will perish. ＊＊＊＊＊＊＊ Welcome to join the "Feng Lin Jie" discussion and exchange group, group number: 201961460