Floating Dust of Netherworld and Unrequited Love

Her name is Hu Wanqing, she is a carefree white fox fairy, with lotus fingers in her hands and wide sleeves swaying, but she is a graceful and exquisite woman as graceful as clear water. She wanted to laugh at the ups and downs of the world, but she had no choice but to commit murder and fell into a sea of ​​suffering for thousands of years. Ups and downs, no amount of time can compare to that deep gaze. In the past and present life, one life was cold, one life was miserable, two lives were in love, and there were many debts. Who belongs to whom. I only know that between loving and being loved, after removing the hurt and pain, the remaining sweetness is only one ten thousandth of the bitterness. It is willing to sacrifice a long life for this one ten thousandth of love. The love and hate between each other is entangled, and time cannot fade away the lovesickness that spreads to the bones. She wanders in the world, hiding in the mortal world. But in the dead of night, whose singing voice is so heartbreaking. The gentle breeze and swaying clouds cannot dissipate the wounds of the past. The road is long and the dust and sand cannot stop the determination to pursue dreams. Lonely heart, who is warm, feeling sad by the lonely river, wandering alone, looking back, how much sadness and how much joy. Destined origin and destiny are destroyed, the two lives are linked together. When they came, they were happy and then sad, but now they are separated. Although the body is gone, the heart will never leave. I will accompany you to the end of the world for all my life. I will never hold you in love, never abandon you in pain, and I will only sigh the endless grief of separation. Flowers are blooming and falling, and the sunset is red several times. The ebb and flow, a few tears of lost souls …………………………………………………………………………………… The spirit fox was born, and the god king was robbed. The storm rises, and more killings are added. Advertise yourself here: ... The story of a shemale All things come and go, life and death, grass and trees spring and die in winter, reincarnation continues year after year, life spans are long and short, worldly events are endless, the sky has holes and holes, the earth has uneven changes, this has been the case since Pangu created the world, and no one can escape this relationship... This book is called Shemale Romance. What is a Shemale? Mortal monsters roam the world, and stories about human beings, gods, demons, monsters, and ghosts are produced in romance novels. What is romance? The Romance reveals the way of heaven, what is the way of heaven? Those who do good things are humans, and those who do evil things are monsters. The author of The Romance of Human Demons says that the bottom line of the book is difficult to write. Fantasy stories are fictitious. People must do good to be human, and monsters must do good deeds to be non-monsters. The Romance of Human Demons is a book. The characters of human beings and monsters are clearly defined in the book. The novel contains one principle, how to be a good person in the world. In a drama, good and evil are divided into two sides. For those who click, please start reading from the fourth volume. Xing was still unwilling to give in. Looking back at the past, his heart ached unbearably. A book called "The Romance of Human Demons" is the way to do good deeds in the world. After two years of hard work, how can I hold a pen and write with my dim eyes? A million words are written eloquently, and each word is a labor of love. If you don't come here for fame or gain, why don't you have anyone who knows you? Traveling is difficult. As the old saying goes, don't force anything. Begging comes and goes, begging turns into revenge. But at the end of the day, I have to ask myself, why should I persevere alone? Link address... Http://read. Xxsy. Net/info/218185. Html ----The dream of traveling through the world of mortals When I woke up, the dream was no longer in the world, and I couldn't tell what was true and what was false. How many times in life, you should play a song, no matter whether it is day or night. Just pluck the complicated strings, and you can't sing all the joys and sorrows. A clear song and dance are endless. Wherever I passed, there were green willow trees, Wherever you look, flowers bloom like brocade, Who in the world can distinguish this purple road from the red dust? She is a lonely soul from another world, dancing in this mortal world with a different youth. She is destined to be a phoenix that is not stained by dust, smiling at the vicissitudes of life, who can share it with her? Link address----http://read. Xxsy. Net/info/324042. Html