In front of the sacrifice, a young man stands at the lampstand, holding a cup.
The other shore stumbles forward.
Waiting without a shadow, if the smoke spreads,
Ink-colored crimson beads accompanied by haze.
Luo Yi reminds me of my sorrow, indigo.
At dusk, the setting sun lights up the candles, and Mo Yanhang goes to fast.
There is a way in the end,
I will be with you in this life.
*
Someone asked: "Master Teng, what is your son like?"
Teng Mo's eyebrows raised slightly, and a faint smile with unknown meaning hung on the corner of his mouth, and he said: "Xiaoyi is a person who seems gentle but can actually say to his friends, 'What does your death have to do with me?'"
Someone asked again: "Why didn't you tell your relatives but your friends?"
Teng Mohen exuded the cold air from hell, and was surrounded by a faint murderous aura. He snorted coldly: "He dares!"
Teng Jiangyi put her head in front of Teng Mohen: "Hen, you scared the child!"
*
This pit was dug by two people, and the outcome will definitely be good.
You'll know it as soon as you hear the name.
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