He asked her when he was a teenager and she bought him for three copper coins.
"What can you give me?" He hugged Zhu Qin.
"I will give you everything I have." He smiled, "It's too little." He brushed off the pear blossoms on the piano and said with a smile, "Look, I'm not that good-looking either."
She stood between the cliffs, looked at the frost-colored young man, and said with a sad smile, "Wen Yan, in the whole world, I only owe you a pair of eyes, and now I will give them back to you." The headwind was flying in the solemn wind.
He was her sect master and her benefactor. She asked him, "Why didn't you tell me earlier that he was the Holy Hand Xia Sheng?" He remained silent, "I am also a human being, and I am also selfish."
How could he allow him to be so beautiful in your heart.
The pear blossoms burned his eyes, and he stood under the pear blossom tree.
The knife drew a faint blue circle in his hand, "This is Nifeng, a black iron knife." She raised her eyes and looked at the knife in the sun. The knife hummed softly in the sun.
"If someone bullies you, then you take this knife and kill him."