Hate
Many years later, Yi Wuxin thought of that night, the black and white yin and yang fish were spinning above the head of the black and white man, and the brilliant light was flowing around him, even clearly illuminating her image in the lake, but he never opened his eyes to look at her.
A cultivator like him would never be tainted with any ordinary emotions from the beginning.
Therefore, she never talks about this feeling.
Nangong Hen, the black and white man, has a heart for the great road. Unlike her, even though she has the title of Heavenly Lady of Yunluo, she is just a mortal with only a small space in her heart.
Yanhuang
The writing on the lantern was blurry, and he could see it clearly without much effort. It read:
The trees and flowers bloom together, and the iron locks of the star bridge open.
The dark dust follows the horse, and the bright moon follows the person.
The bright moon chases people.
Ha.
The bright moon chases people.
Sword Butterfly
"Do you like me? Swallowtail?"
Swallowtail's eyelashes trembled, and the snowflakes melted along her eyelashes and turned into tears in her eyes.
Jian Wuji let go of his hand, turned around, and never looked back.
And Swallowtail didn't look back.
--Jiandie
I'm too lazy to write a copy, so I just excerpted it from the main text and two extras. The article has been completed and will be updated regularly.
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