The twinkling stars cannot withstand the dimness after death, and the reincarnation of fate is far less than the inner song. When gods and demons are powerless, who will come to save all sentient beings?
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Pink elves are flying in the wind, a mysterious smile blooms on the lips of the messenger from hell, and the ancient "magic soldier" is turned over in his hand. There is no sad color, only a dazzling bright red.
The shroud of hell on earth, the heart-rending shouts, the blood-stained face, and the waving hands all spread in tears with the desire to survive... However, the "savior" who was born in response to the disaster was a ruthless young man who looked down upon the world and looked down upon the common people!
When "the wolf's ambition becomes increasingly obvious", he wants to strangle him by the throat.
So, he went to the "nightmare" place in the eyes of everyone in the world - the golden sunshine and the white falling snow intertwined, a peerless white dress rose from the snow lotus, and the indifference of the two God's darlings was in the air.
Since then, the world of swords and swords has added a layer of bleak blood.
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When warm tears and hot blood spilled into the sky, life after rebirth neighed in the wind, and the gears of fate began to turn.
However, what remains unchanged is the man's stubbornness and unrepentance in the snow...
Looking back for thousands of years, nothing can match the startling smile.
I gave up my original intention for the stranger you, but I couldn't know the figure in those purple eyes that haunted me. The most touching war song sounded in the ice and snowy wilderness:
The sword spins around and the world smiles, and the sky is proud with raised eyebrows and drawn sword.
Let me ask who dyed the blood song for? He rushed to the crown and fought against the sky in anger.