"Then love him, love the man who made you betray God. Don't worry about whether the combination of a mystic and a warrior will become a joke in the world. After all, it is just a matter between the two of you. Life is too short to allow you to give in; when you decide to betray God and love him, he has become another god for you." Yi Linyuan smiled calmly, his brows and corners seemed to be infinitely tired, but there was also a spring-like warmth, which seemed to illuminate everyone's heart.
"The Eaglehorn has forgiven you."
Yu Shengmei looked deeply into Yi Linyuan's eyes, feeling as if he had been reborn.
The phantom of snow wine is separated by a layer of glass illusion. The firelight danced across a whole period of wind, frost and passing years.
The next moment, in the incense burner with blue and white phoenix pattern, the incense sticks turned to ashes, making people feel that tens of millions of years have passed in the blink of an eye.
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