The wheel of history has always moved forward, and the Shennong Rebels held the delusion of restoring the country and were forgotten by the world in the torrent of history. As the general of the Shennong Rebel Army, Xiang Liu will also face the final choice, and the unification of the wilderness seems to be the general trend.
But the longing for each other is boundless, and that one glance in Qingshui Town is unforgettable, dooming the beginning of each other, we can't ask for it, and we can't let it go.
If you were an eternal flame burning my youth, I think I would be willing to use up all my courage to fly to you.
Wearing a wedding dress with red background and gold embroidery, with indigo and sandalwood lips, Xiaoyao looked at Xiang Liu with unusually firm eyes: "If you live in a different room, if you die, you will share the same acupuncture point."
This is an unforgivable mistake-below that love is an abyss. Once you step out, you will be shattered into pieces, and there is no way back.
Xiaoyao, I'm sorry.
I want to love.
Let me love you selfishly for once, love you with all my life, protect and take care of you, and love you until the end of my life.
Zhuanxu gave an order, and Xuanyuan and the Shennong Rebel Army officially started fighting. Xiang Liu gently kissed Xiaoyao's forehead, left a jade slip on her pillow, and made a promise in vigorous and flying ink - life is to come back, and death is to miss her.
But there was a sound in the air, and Xiang Liu's sharp arrow shot at Zhuan Xu. Xiaoyao looked into Xiang Liu's eyes, which were dark and cold. Tears blurred her vision and blurred his handsome outline. She swore: "After tonight, you and I will be strangers. I never want to see you again in this life."
Jiuli red maple is like blood, its shape is delicate, its color is scorching, and green radish often grows on it. Xiaoyao stood on the white altar, with the spring breeze blowing into the painting, and behind him was the rain of peach blossoms in the sky.