In the black shadow, there is a crimson figure sitting in the mirror. Her black hair reaches the ground, and her red clothes are flowing.
He played with the ornaments and ornaments in his hand, picked up a wooden comb, and gently took care of his black hair. "Beauty is like this, who can share it with me!..." Just as Ma Yifei was spinning and dancing, the white pearls and jade she wore on her waist fell down, and the splashing jade beads scattered all over the floor.
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——Blood dripped down from the corner of his mouth, and he laughed and said sadly: "The world's martial arts, famous sects, and sects are all like dung..."
I am a crazy person who goes crazy to the sky, and sings a song with endless tears... The love has been broken, and I suddenly look back, leaving a piece of paper to sigh! "