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When my sword penetrates his chest, that is when our fate ends. I drank all the water from the River of Forgetfulness, but still did not forget him. If I had a choice, I would never have known him. In fact, I am just a girl, a human girl. "Meteor is a dream. A meteor streaks across, representing the end of a dream." He raised his head slightly and looked at the starry sky, with a faint melancholy in his eyes. "Oh God, you have ruthlessly torn us apart, I will destroy you!" A scream rang through the sky, and for a moment, the color of the world changed, and the prehistoric world reappeared. "I don't hate you, I'm just thinking about what kind of love made you drink the love-forgetting water but still not forget him. Your heart must be very painful. I wish I could heal your injury. I wish I could bear the pain for you. If I could, I would protect him together for you." Three thousand years ago, beside the Thousand Life Stone, there was a ten-mile long lamp, and a white figure danced in front of him under the moonlight. At that moment, he was beyond redemption. "Chu Chen, Shao Xie, I want you to meet each other, know each other, and love each other in life after life, but you will never be able to stay together." A song "Cold Water and Sky Sound" touches two hearts and souls. After life and death, can they stay together forever? Novel exchange group: 215933169 (The Ballad of Cold Water in the Young Master Corps)

Xun Suran has a shocking family background. His father wanted him to join politics, and the chairman of the Garden Group wanted him to be his successor, but he just wanted to find the little girl he met ten years ago. Fragment one: As soon as she went out, she saw a white car parked in the community. She couldn't help but think that Xun Suran was also driving a white car. When she passed the car, she inadvertently ruffled her hair against the glass and smiled at herself in the glass. At this moment, the glass window slowly rolled down. Ye Lu was startled. It turned out that there was someone in the car. She turned around and ran away. How embarrassing! "Ye Lu." A familiar clear voice came from the car behind her, and Ye Lu's mind went blank. Oh my god, it was unexpected. She wanted to continue running away, but her feet seemed to be glued to the ground and did not move at all.

Frost flower, Manzhushahua blooming in the wind and frost, Red as blood. Legend has it that he is a flower god in heaven. Falling in love with the dark night of the devil world, Finally died under his dagger, A drop of blood and tears left behind, With the breath brewing with hatred, spreading on the stone monument, Sprouting silently. He is a handsome young man, but he is the elder of the Lang clan and shoulders the destiny of the Lang clan. She is a goddess of the Snow Clan. She is destined to be a soul-destructor, but she falls in love with her enemy on the battlefield. When he hung that drop of frost flower tear on her neck, did he know the legend? Shot one: The sound of the piano lingered in his ears, and for a long time, he groped and squatted in front of her, clumsily holding her arms with both hands, and kissed her gently on the forehead. Can Xue's face turned red unconsciously. She felt that the sky had never been so bright and the air was exceptionally fresh. "Will you leave me?" They all have their own families and their own missions, and there are too many things they can't help themselves with. Will one day, he will eventually leave her. He was stunned for a long time, then took a drop-shaped blood jade stone from his neck and placed it in her hand. "These are the 'Frost Flower Tears' that I have carried since I was born. It is my life. I give it to you and my life to you. If you don't leave, I will never give up; we will grow old together in life and death, and we will depend on each other for the rest of our lives." Shot two: "Why don't you kill me?" Duan Lang couldn't help but ask the doubt in his heart. Although he felt ridiculous and maybe this was their conspiracy, he still chose to believe that she didn't want to kill him. Under such a beautiful face, there should be an equally beautiful heart. "If you don't want to, just don't want to. There are so many reasons." Can Xue felt that he was asking questions knowingly. How could she kill him? "What's your name?" After receiving her answer, Duanlang confirmed the answer in his heart and couldn't help but regard her as a friend and started chatting with her. "Can Xue." "Zan? Why is it disabled?" "Then why did you call me Duan?" Can Xue asked. Duan Lang smiled unconsciously, yes, he asked such a silly question.

This is a classic killing game, and fewer and fewer people are playing it. He happens to be playing it, and she happens to be playing it too. In the game, they met and killed each other, but a spark of love sparked. This is a first-class university in China. He graduated with a doctorate from overseas and teaches in the foreign language department of the university, and she is the student with the lowest score in the foreign language department of the university. "Classmate, please answer this question." "Ah? What?" She didn't react while playing with her mobile phone. She raised her head and met his gentle eyes, which seemed a little deep at this moment. A thought suddenly flashed in her mind. What kind of person is he that can give birth to such a face? "What's your mother's surname?" Thinking like this, she said this unknowingly. There was a sudden silence in the classroom, followed by another burst of laughter. "I'm not cold, really." She said. "I'm cold." He insisted on turning on the heating air conditioner, sweating on his forehead, and said calmly. She didn't understand, but he guided her step by step towards him. "Qiu Zixi, did you make a mistake in your birth date? You are only four years older than me." "So what? Don't they all say that it is best to get married four years earlier?" In her youthful years, she used all her luck to meet him. And he used all his tenderness to protect her. "I'm so lucky to have met you," she said. "I'm so lucky to have met you," he said.

What? Want me to marry that old man from the immortal world who is hundreds of thousands of years older than me? She was young and beautiful, she was unparalleled in beauty, she was not allowed to marry, and there was no question of escaping from marriage. Little did he know, she had already met him. On the last night of the Lunar New Year, he held her hand and put the river lantern together and made a wish. She thought: I wish I would never marry Di Yao, but she didn't know that the young man holding her hand at this moment was Di Yao, the Emperor of Heaven. And he only thinks: May the wishes of those around me come true. "I heard that the old man, Emperor of Heaven, is a white dragon." "Old man?" He almost choked while drinking water. He was so young and handsome, how could he become the old man she called him? ... "She is my wife. Everything she does is my fault. I am willing to take all responsibilities and take the punishment for her." When she saw him struggling in the pool of blood in purgatory, she finally recalled bits and pieces of her past life. "Diyao, you said that a lifetime of long-term comfort is just a dream, but you insist on giving it a try. I'm waiting. Only you can give me a lifetime of long-term comfort." Eighty thousand years of infatuated protection finally gained the hand of holding the son.