"Qingqing Zijin is in my heart. Even if I don't go, Zi Ning will not inherit the sound..."
"Why don't you call me Zijin?"
"Little fox, I'm right here. No matter how far you go, I'm right where you can see it when you look back. Come back when you're tired." Murong Hao said with a smile under the setting sun. The whole body seemed to be glowing. "But I'm sorry, little fox."
"Little fox, the red wedding dress suits you so well. You are so beautiful today. Little fox, you must be happy." Ye Zihua hid behind the door and looked at the bride in the room, his eyes full of sadness, and then turned around lonely...
"Zi Jin, I'm afraid I've lost you like this, right? I really want to hold you in my arms and follow you to the ends of the earth. Zi Jin, if you're not happy, forget about me." Yang Haowei looked at the figure who turned around decisively, feeling infinitely sad.
"Girl, why do you have to make yourself so tired? Seeing you in pain, I will blame myself for not taking good care of you." Murong Qian took the handkerchief and gently wiped the tear-stained face in front of him, and began to miss the little girl with a sweet smile back then.
"Little girl, before we say goodbye, the one I worry about the most is you. Don't make me worry, okay?" Yan Luo smiled slightly and hugged the soft body in his arms. It was so small that it seemed like it could be blown away by the wind.
"For the sake of taking care of me, make a friend." "If I don't say goodbye, we will never say goodbye, right?" "Yang Haowei, I want to send this world to you, so that you can watch the people you want to protect die because of you."
The bloody battlefield was filled with corpses of the Fox clan, which seemed to dye the entire sky red, reflecting Zijin's blood-red eyes, revealing bloodthirsty hatred. "That's it." Zijin raised his head, tears streaming down the corners of his eyes, and his whole body felt cold.