The sky is green as green, but it can't block the cold feeling. White clothes, like blood, make people's eyes red.
Standing outside the hut, Yunzhao and Dugu Ye watched the desperate moon sink into the sun.
Walk so firm, walk so decisive.
The back of the book is cold and lonely, and the more cold and lonely it has no taste.
The despairing Xiao Suo was revealed from the straight back.
That is a kind of burning.
Fingernails deep into the palm, slightly tingling, silk blood outflow, but the pain is not the palm, but the heart.
Dugu Ye leaned against the door and looked at the back of the moon.
Once upon a time, he saw such a moon.
That's in Tianchen. It's the outbreak after xuanyuanche was seriously injured and left.
The heaven is full of culture and martial arts. All those who participated, sorry xuanyuanche, were all bloodwashed overnight by Ryukyu.
None of them stayed.
The 13-year-old girl, full of blood, with a decisive attitude, told the world of her deep love.
Her love and hate are based on blood.
So fierce, so direct, so deep as the sea.
He thought it was the limit of love.
That's the deepest feeling in the world.
So, from then on, he remembered her and engraved her in his heart.
Also take this as the goal, want to get close to her, want to get her, want to get such a point of unrepentant affection, such a sincere love.
Originally, he thought he didn't get it, but he was getting closer.
Ryukyu is soft for him and is letting him go.
He is not nothing in her mind.
However, before he could be secretly happy, a startling gap crossed in front of him.
It turns out that's not the limit to love someone.
That's not the deepest feeling in the world.
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