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Broken Heart Cliff. Clusters of dragon girl flowers are still in full bloom in this cold winter month. Yang Guo stared blankly at the bright red flowers. He didn't close his eyes for three days and three nights. His temples were pale and despairing. He jumped down. He thought he was following his lover and never wanted to be reborn in the world of mixed martial arts. Shooting Condor, Divine Condor, Yitian... Tianlong, Xiaoao, Liancheng... The rivers and lakes of this world are magnificent but even more turbulent! ... "Ten years of life and death are so vast. I don't think about it, and I can't forget it. I am alone in a tomb thousands of miles away, and there is no place to talk about desolation. Even if I meet, I would not recognize it. My face is covered with dust, and my temples are like frost..." "He has been in limbo for ten years, but Long'er and I have been separated for sixteen years. He still has a solitary grave and knows where his beloved wife is buried, but I don't even know where my wife is buried..." "At night, you suddenly return to your hometown, and you are dressing up outside the small Xuan window; you are relatively speechless, only a thousand lines of tears! It is expected that the heart will be broken every year, on a bright moonlit night, the short pine trees..." "And I, and I, couldn't close my eyes for three days and three nights, and I couldn't even dream!" "'Sixteen years later, we will meet again here. The love between husband and wife is deep. Don't break your promise!' Xiao Longnu, Xiao Longnu! You carved the words with your own hands. How come you don't keep your promise?" ... The mountains could not help but echo: "Why don't you keep your promise? Why don't you keep your promise? You don't keep your promise... You don't keep your promise..."