Qin Zhao had an indifferent temperament, clean eyes, and was always proud. I don't know how many people secretly gritted their teeth and hated him, wanting to pull this high-altitude flower down from the altar, but under the harsh sword light, they had to lower their eyebrows and bow their heads in submission.
Lu Ji was a madman, unruly and fierce, but he had to kneel in front of Qin Zhao and respectfully call him master.
Qin Zhao treated him harshly but not tenderly, and he was always on the road to punishment.
Lu Ji's love was for this person, and so was his hatred.
Half a lifetime of love and hate, all tied together in one body, deeply rooted in my heart, will never be forgotten.
Qin Zhao was always conceited and never cared about the love and hate of others. He looked on coldly and felt that the world was trapped in a cocoon.
Lu Ji thought for a long time that he hated him, and he hated him so much that he couldn't sleep all night long. Later he realized that he just hated the bright moon hanging high in the sky and not only shining on me.
Many years later, on the battlefield between gods and demons, the person Lu Ji loved and hated the most was finally dying. At the last moment, he finally saw himself, with a mixture of pity and ridicule, "Lu Ji, forget me, why bother to be persistent."
Why be persistent? I didn't expect that these were the last words he left to me. Thousands of arrows pierced my heart. This is what it feels like.
I will wait for you forever and ever. When you stand in front of me again, you will be my only prisoner. I will tell you the sweetest and most terrifying love words in the world. No one can take it away from you again, including yourself.
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