Sword Three Song Beggar
"When golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win countless battles in the world." On the battlefield, Yang Qingliang's fingertips were flying, and he was playing the piano while hooking his fingers over the strings while emptying his book bag.
"Little nerd, I don't want golden wind and jade dew. Qingfeng jade dew is the best." Jiu Lu defeated the enemy dozens of meters away with a powerful move. A trace of warm blood dripped from the corner of his mouth.
She stood proudly with her back to Yang Qingliang, standing in the Jiang Zhuyue sky that Yang Qingliang had laid out for her, and the two of them gave their backs to each other.
"Okay. If you say Qingfeng, it's Qingfeng..." Yang Qingliang lowered his eyes with a smile on his lips. I dare not turn around and look at the person behind me who is gradually unable to support herself.
The breeze and jade dew, the moment they meet, they are better than countless others in the world...