Pei Qingyang exclaimed: "Dawan's famous horse!" And ran over happily, but did not forget to look back and glance at Xiao Yuheng: "Do you think I am the same as you?!" He glanced gently at the feather arrow that was driven into the red heart of the target, and raised his chin slightly, "Huh, no matter how high the martial arts is, it is in vain if you don't use your brain!"
Hearing this, Xiao Yuheng was shocked: She actually made this crossbow? ! I couldn't help but turn around and look at Zhu Ninghao: Pei Qingyang!
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The moon is like lightly painted eyebrows, the clouds are like slowly combing temples, and the faint moonlight is blurring all over her body, but her eyes are still as clear as jade ice, but there is just a trace of sadness: "Weiming, the death of the rabbit makes the fox sad, but if the fox dies, will the rabbit still shed tears?"
The moonlight enveloped her beautiful and unparalleled face, and her faint expression was as cold as the moonlight.
What is clear is the moist and blurred moonlight, the weak bones and slender shapes, the shameful flowers and jade.
The cold one is the pair of almond-shaped eyes with a slight smile, indifferent and clear, seeming to be mocking.
Weiming, it turns out that I have no way out!
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The moon is cool, the horses are neighing, the dust is flying, the wind is blowing, the smoke is rising... It's like a dream.
That cold finger on the battlefield, those cold eyes in the inner palace, that fierce and domineering copycat, that stubborn and unyielding prisoner that day, that charming smile looking back, that lost love in despair... In the end, which one is the real Princess Yi'an - Pei Qingyang!