Among the faint green bamboos, the man in white caressed the strings and whispered to his beloved: "Xi'er, I will always love you until the moment I die."
With tender eyes and a slight curve at the corner of her mouth, Feng Qianxi stood in the forest with red eyes and choked up: "Sikong Moxuan, if you dare to die for me, I will never spare you!"
Ha! I look back and smile, full of love. At this glance, we will be parted forever.
"Xi'er, live well..."
He fell down slowly, still smiling.
Feng Qianxi numbly caught his stiff body, her flying clothes outlined a sad angle.
Gong Liqi stood in front of Feng Qianxi coldly: "Mom, no matter what you do, I will support you."
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The two soldiers fought, the battlefield screamed, and the sky was filled with flames.
She was dressed in red, as bright as blood, with eyes full of coldness. She stood tall on the horse and gave a touching smile: "Sikong Yunxiao, it's been three years. For three years, do you know that I hate you all the time."
The arrogant and steady man who once looked down upon the world was now in despair, holding a sharp sword in his hand: "Qianqian, why are you doing this?"
"He's dead, he was killed by you." Feng Qianxi snorted coldly, and a flash of blood suddenly appeared, commanding the wind and cloud.
The little man shuttled between the battlefields nimbly, and a green sharp blade passed across his neck silently, and another person fell down, and finally stabbed Si Kong Yunxiao mercilessly: "Father, I have offended you."
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If life is just like the first time we met, why should the autumn wind draw a fan sadly?
Watch a strange woman who has traveled through another world, interpreting joys and sorrows, love and hatred.
Looking at the world, who can compete with you?