Quejin, the crane from the sky, the one next to the Antarctic immortal.
Ning Si Yu, the former Queshan Mountain God, however, only one female doll was saved in that war.
Temple was sad for her and she felt uncomfortable, so Quejin had no choice but to help her live a positive life.
The red-haired girl is like sunshine, bringing out the people hiding in the darkness. Looking at the face similar to that of the female doll, the green leaves moved slightly, hiding her face and her heart.
The black-haired child also longed for warmth, smiling and grateful for the sunshine.
Let's talk about that year, the sun was imprisoned in a corner of darkness, and with hands that were losing warmth day by day, withered hands, he finally held up the hair of the black-haired child.
She often said: "Your face is really beautiful. Of course, it's not a pity that you are not a girl, but I am glad that you can come to me. I am willing to bathe in lovely flowers and tolerate lonely grass."
He lowered his head and said, "Yes, it would be great if I could keep him."
The sun dissipated, and she died under the sword of everyone. Siyu stared at the light that comforted her, and her head was placed on the altar. Hatred crawled desperately, overwhelming everyone with the most intense burning. Those who loved the sun had no choice but to seal it up, build sincere incense with blood and flesh, and beg her to rise again.
Que Jin carried her heavy body on her back, took her lost child and her body's best friend with her, and ran around. Although she really didn't understand anything, the once rare place of leisure became chaotic, strange and collapsed.
It is not easy for her to become an official in the sky, because Qi Si took her with her, pampered her as much as possible, and gave her a good seat, so that she could find rare happiness again. Brother Sheng Ning and sister Qi Si were like petals supporting the core, and they smiled rarely.
Once, go down to earth. But she died because of her unconscious piety, which forced her to possess herself. The murderer was always the same person.
She was dragged to the underworld, but why she saw the murderer being redeemed, and why her innocent self continued to flee in various worlds, carrying the "iron rice bowl" to beg for fragments, she didn't know, but she could only silently swallow her resentment, put on new clothes of joy, until countless people died again and again.
When will the happy day come?
Maybe in the end, even my identity will be lost...
Purpose: If you don't want to obey your fate, then find yourself
