Lin Mo
When she first saw her, she had cunning and smart eyes, and her secret glances seemed to swamp Lin Mo completely, but she didn't understand, how could she attract the attention of the sun when she was so boring? Thinking of a mouse in the gutter, suddenly touching the sun, the first feeling is - it hurts.
So she wanted to run away.
He kept taking tasks and made himself bruised and bruised. But in those dark nights when she thought no one cared about her, a devout believer kissed her wounds, counted every injury she suffered, and then took revenge harshly.
"I feel bad, Momo." Luo tide's figure was hidden in the darkness. Even if her throat was strangled by the huge web of conspiracy, she would try her best to build a safe hut for her lover, trying to use her body to block all the daggers and blood rain from the outside world.
Paper cannot contain the fire, and the hands in the dark will eventually aim their sharp blades at Lin Mo. However, she has never been a young lady who grew up in a brocade nest. She is a killer who has experienced countless mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and is a sharp sword.
"Stop hiding me behind your back, Luo tide, use me."
Gold and jade are on the outside, but the inside is covered with decay. To outsiders, the Xiaoji Sect, which seemed to have infinite glory, was a prison that Luo tide could not escape from. When the bird was shackled, the beautiful song was just an empty cry, but the girl who climbed over the wall smiled and said to her, "I'm sorry, I'm here to kill someone." In the blink of an eye, the black figure that enveloped Luo tide's childhood died just like that. Even a short breath made Luo tide's heart beat continuously.
A bird that has been born in a cage wants to fly for the first time.
The reunion was that night full of alcohol, "She doesn't remember me, it doesn't matter. We can get to know each other again."
"It is love that makes the free bird bow her head, and she finds her own nest."
"It is love that makes the glacier melt, and the heart that has been frozen for many years will beat crazily for one person."
They hold swords for each other, and then kill each other with blood.
Motto: No matter what, those in love can always hold hands