Above the nine heavens, Xihe's fierce flames dyed the air with the color of rouge and blood. The rays of light, flames, and mist and clouds were all vast, but it was also extremely beautiful.
In the raging flames, Xuan Xiao looked back, his deep eyes staring deeply at the distant place. He stretched out a palm to him. The young man in blue clothes stood in the wind and his hair was like snow.
The palms were stained with blood, turning red, and a fishy and salty smell spread everywhere.
... Looking around in confusion, is it the same in the human world and the six realms, as filthy as blood and as black as iron?
Xuan Xiao held his hand and spoke softly.
"Go and make a sword... Better than Xihe's."
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——Feng Xi Feng Xi, not a Wu Wu. Songs come with words, where can I turn? Traveling all over the world, I can't see the phoenix. Who is the only one injured in the leisurely eight wastes?
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I want a lot of sweet extras (≧∇≦). Will there be a little bun? I'm really looking forward to it... I imagined what it would be like for a little pervert to be a father (￣▽￣) Hahaha, it's so hard to imagine.