Limit to 500 words. She is the wife he is marrying. Ji Rong slightly leans over, promising Linxiang peace for the rest of his life. She frowned: "General, just go ahead. Xiang'er is here, Xiang'er is here, Xiang'er is guarding your home. I just hope that the general can return safely." The enemy's sword penetrated Ji Rong's shoulder, breaking Lin Xiang's heart. She missed her day and night, but what she got in exchange was the news of death.
Qin Yu looked at the woman in armor under the city wall. Why did her determined eyes make him so sad? The pain in the corners of her eyes was revealed, and it was not relieved until she died on the battlefield. She forgot who she was, only remembering that the long penis in her hand penetrated her chest, saying goodbye to him.
The emperor took away everything from her. She pulled out the hosta and drew dripping blood on her arm, swearing that she would never leave him. He remained silent, leaving a letter from home and went to the battlefield. Only if you don't miss lovesickness in your life will you miss lovesickness, which will harm lovesickness.
When he returned, she rode to greet him.
He smiled brightly.
Ziru's sword blade was still dripping with donated blood. She looked down at the corpse on the ground and said coldly, "Without transformation, there is no need to talk about benevolence, justice and morality. I will kill you just for a quickie."
Yuyang knew that this was the real her, the same [demon] as him.
Or the light of the sword, or the lingering sadness, or the sadness and desolation
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