The Most Beautiful Su Daji

He still held the red tassel gun in his hand tightly, and the red flame tassel on the tip of the gun that fluttered in the wind was still woven by her bare hands. The tip of the gilded bronze spear was pressed against her neck, which was as warm as grease, but her eyes were still calm, and the shimmering light in her watery pupils was like the misty rain in March in Chaoge. The hundred-foot Hundian Ling has already been weaving warp and weft behind her, like a three-tailed fire phoenix laying a dragnet. After all, he couldn't let her go: "Nezha's intentions are no match for the ruthlessness of heaven." She smiled, and her voice was like a jade hand plucking strings, washing away the wind and clouds in the valley: "However, it is easy to cut off three thousand sorrows and hatreds, but it is difficult to express one sorrowful heart... If we are destined to meet you in the next life, let's see you there or not." Deep red blood. Conception: