On the bank of the Forgotten River, the corner of his lips curled up, shattering the Manzhu Shahua on the ground.
A humble gentleman, as gentle as jade. The flowers bloom on the street, waiting for you to come.
Back then, by the Wangchuan River, he accidentally saved Qi Hua, who was covered in scars. Later, he had a generation of dignified spiritual kings hanging around his side all day long. The rivers, lakes, seas, mountains, rivers and trees would eventually be together.
Under the faint moonlight, beside the River of Forgetfulness, he was lying on his chest, counting the stars with a smile, and suddenly he turned around and lay on his chest, rubbing it, "Teng Qing, which star in the sky is the most beautiful to you?"
He thought for a moment and raised his eyebrows, "Of course it's the Seventh Son Star."
Qi Hua pursed his lips when he heard this, and got up from him faintly. Before he could sit up, he rolled her over and threw her to the ground. He ruffled his hair and said, "No matter how beautiful she is, she won't always be the one at the top of my heart."
He lay under him, grinned, and hooked his neck. From then on, the mighty god Xi Muzi in the world was his~