Hua Feisheng was lying lazily on his soft chaise longue, holding a scroll and looking at it with interest.
I saw that the scroll said: "It is rumored that there is a flower god in red in the palace. He is beautiful, slender and cold-tempered. He holds a bone fan and is stunning. When he smiles, he will have no regrets in his life."
"Sword God Lord, tell me where this thing came from and who wrote it. You are so talented." Hua Feisheng narrowed his eyes and smiled like a cat having fun.
After that, he climbed up again, picked up the file and walked towards Jian Chen.
Jian Chen was sitting upright on the chair, wiping the Divine Demon Sword. When he saw him coming, he replied: "The writing is too fake."
"I see you are just jealous." Hua Feisheng leaned over and opened the bone fan, the bells rang, and the red clothes fluttered.
Jian Chen stopped his movements and raised his eyes to look at him with some impatience, "How long are you going to stay in my Sword Temple?"
Hua Feisheng looked at the velvet pillow that fell beside Jian Chen, the huge imperial concubine chair behind him, and the boxes of peach blossom wine, and slowly uttered two words, "Guess."
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The two of them saw each other right when they first met and made up their mind. One said that I must stay away from him, and the other said that I must be friends with him. In the end, I got my wish and got clean.
Later, one said: "As you wish, we will never meet again."
Another said: "I wouldn't mind poaching you again."
After hundreds of years of separation, we have returned to our original starting point, but some of our thoughts have changed. This time, he wanted to go all out.
Intention: Fate is never clear, but one thing is certain, it has an ending.
