"Ah Yao."
"Yao is my ancestral name. After this battle, I will no longer be Yao."
The moonlight fell, everything was silent, Qi Qingman was filled with sorrow and hatred at the same time, she seemed to be complaining and introspecting: "It's late, it's late, I really don't think it's the so-called belated friendship, it's just a bunch of vulgar things piled up with empty words."
"I..." Yao Yu hesitated, but finally closed his eyes. He raised his hand and galloped without saying a word.
The dust was flying, and the sand and gravel were all over Qi Qing's body. The elegant and elegant clothes seemed to have lost their luster in an instant. Qingman did not tidy up her clothes as usual, and said suddenly like a puppet that had lost its soul: "In the end, I am still alone." Something quietly crossed her face, one drop, two drops, and suddenly it couldn't stop anymore. Yunxiang gathered up her clothes for Qingman and said nothing, just silent. Yao Yu left Yun Xiang with Qing Man.
Intention: ancient sayings and shallow abuse